Meg (hugsandpuppies) wrote in mandalus, @ 2013-01-25 16:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | meg masters |
1 ☢ Video + Action
[The King of Hell will see you now.
If Meg's heart could beat, it'd be pounding away like a snare drum. She looks up at the suited demons, who're planning on taking her to see Crowley. The last person she wants to see. Ever. Black blood-- Leviathan blood-- flecked her face and clothes, drying quickly. Opening her mouth for a witty reply, not wanting to go down without a fight, Meg blinks and suddenly finds herself in the middle of what looks to be a train station. No demons. No Crowley.
Well that's lucky.
Or maybe not. As she stands there, Meg begins to realize that the two gunshot wounds-- the one in her shoulder, the other dead center in her chest-- are bleeding steadily. Not stopping. Well, shit. That's not a good thing. With a quick glance around, Meg takes off, shoving past a pimply-faced teenager who was recording her live. A pained sneer curls up the right side of her mouth.]
What are you lookin' at, kid? [She huffs, reaching forward to knock it from his hand.] Don't you even think about putting that on Youtube.
[Making it outside before anyone in there can call the paramedics (or the cops, considering she's carrying a big, honkin' machete), Meg leans against the building, panting softly. Damn, she didn't realize how bad bullets hurt. She's been without her body for centuries, and yeah, when she got shot by John Winchester, it stung.
But not like this.]
Damn it. [Meg lifts her right hand to her chest, the other hanging loosely, still carrying the machete. Her eyes dart all over the street, wishing for an abandoned warehouse of some kind. Give her a little bit of privacy so she can dig the slugs out.]