|Allana Solo (sanguinesolo) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2012-12-02 22:47:00
|Entry tags:||allana solo|
Who: Allana, Kon, Jaina (posting order?) NPC demons and hellhound
What: Securing a back entrance to the complex does not go as planned. Allana bites it. And I don't mean toast.
Where: Complex kitchen
When: During the height of the complex!invasion
Rating: High. Character death warning.
“Clear down here,” Allana breathed, then, remembering that her boyfriend could no longer hear her when she whispered in the middle of a battle, raised her voice, “Clear over here!” She called to Kon again, checking her lightsaber’s position on her belt and peering around the corner of the emergency exit in the kitchen again.
Since the battle had begun, she and Kon had been fighting with the others. Initially they had both wanted to be out front, in the heat of the battle where they were both so used to belonging. They had quickly realized, however, that two powerless teenagers who were used to being strong would make mistakes, wouldn’t block a blow that they could once have withstood and kept fighting, would anticipate more force behind their hits than would actually exist. They’d backed off reluctantly, leaving the heavy fighting to those with training that actually matched their strengths so as not to become liabilities, and had gone to secure one of the back emergency exits until they were needed as reinforcements. Kon had moved to secure the windows and check their salt lines while Allana, who was faster and could duck back more quickly if something came after her, checked the door. So far it was quiet except for the sounds of the battle out front, but she knew that didn’t mean anything. This was the exit the demons had used last spring to lure out Dean and Jules’s daughter from the future, the one their potential son had been mooning over. She shook her head quickly, brushing away the thought of Jacob, whose potential existence terrified her even as she missed him a little, and looked over at Kon, smiling slightly, the expression genuine, if exhausted.
She and Kon had been together for a long time now, almost two years, a lifetime in high school when every day seemed monumental and a lunch period could be all-changing. He’d been with her when she’d been silly and flighty and wanted nothing more than to have a good time and forget her responsibilities. He’d been with her after Lucifer had made her rip herself from the Force and she’d plunged into months of depression and second guessing, and he’d been with her when she’d emerged from that, quieter, more responsible, more accepting of the yoke of duty and sacrifice, with almost nothing left of the girl he’d fought space bugs with so long ago. By the same token she had seen him through dying and coming back, through losing Clark, through the seal returning him, through self-doubt and rage and weakness and the knife-edge balance of controlling his power. At this point, whether they were squabbling over which movie to watch or fighting demons, he was like an extension of herself, essential, trusted so deeply and known so well that the feelings were almost unconscious. It made it easier to be brave, when you had someone that close watching your back, not throwing themselves around to be self-sacrificing in protecting you, or needing to be protected themselves, but an equal, a partner. Plus, he carries my books so that I can drink two cups of coffee at once, she thought, wrinkling her nose slightly at the way her mind had wandered.
She walked back over to him and lifted a box, intending to put it up in front of one of the windows, when there was a crash against the door. “Kriff,” she hissed, the crashing sound came again and she leapt to the left, near where the door would open, “They must be trying to break it down with something since they can’t physically get across the lines. We’ll have to-“ then the door had flown off its hinges and the demon was revealed on the other side, a police issue battering ram (where the kriffing hell did he get that? Allana had time to wonder) clutched loosely in his hand.
“Hey kids,” he sneered, eyes flipping black, “looking for a little snack? Because if you wipe away that salt line I’ve got goodies and gumdrops galore.” Allana barked out a laugh and raised her lightsaber, flicking a glance towards Kon and rolling her eyes, “Is it just me,” she asked, voice wry, “or do we always get the ridiculous demons?” She turned back towards the demon and ignited the blade, smirking. “Sorry. Not interested in Candyland. Now if you have Chutes and Ladders that’s—“
Her mouth was still forming the next words, lips shaping the first syllables, when the second crash came, broken glass this time. The window, she had time to think, and she turned towards it, registered the rock on the floor, then dodged, barely in time as the second rock found its mark and the kitchen was showered in broken glass and the breeze…
“Kark!” Allana exclaimed, whirling, “Kon, get the-“ but the salt line was already gone, blown away, and there was snarling at the door and her head hit the linoleum with a sharp crack, her lightsaber was knocked from her hand and rolled across the floor, and she only had time to wonder, frantically, what had hit her before she felt the breath on her neck and she knew.
Then the claws were tearing into her stomach, and there was only pain so immediate it turned the world white like a sunflare, like white noise screaming in her ears.