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Wes fic
I'm sorry. I'm so totally multi-fandom now that there's no going back. Next thing you know it will be Baby-Sitters, Sweet Valley and Anne of Green Gables fiction. (Or a bit of Ancient philosophers. Kindof in the mould of The Symposium
Kill me now
~*~
I’m dying.
I’m alone, and it’s terribly quiet and I’m dying.
I’m getting real good at dying now.
Apocalypse. Gun shot wound. Slit throat. Lost soul. They’re all the same really. All exactly the same.
I thought it would be one of the earlier things that killed me. Something supernatural, something that I was used to fighting during my Watcher training. Apocalypse makes sense to me in ways you wouldn’t fathom. Couldn’t fathom.
Only the good get to die in a noble fashion. The rest of us burn.
My soul is beginning to burn. Just slowly, smoldering a little on the edges. It caught fire when he tried to kill me.
He tried to kill me. Which he? Half a million ‘hes’. They’ve been trying to kill me for as long as I can remember. Longer even.
Kill me now
~*~
I’m dying.
I’m alone, and it’s terribly quiet and I’m dying.
I’m getting real good at dying now.
Apocalypse. Gun shot wound. Slit throat. Lost soul. They’re all the same really. All exactly the same.
I thought it would be one of the earlier things that killed me. Something supernatural, something that I was used to fighting during my Watcher training. Apocalypse makes sense to me in ways you wouldn’t fathom. Couldn’t fathom.
Only the good get to die in a noble fashion. The rest of us burn.
My soul is beginning to burn. Just slowly, smoldering a little on the edges. It caught fire when he tried to kill me.
He tried to kill me. Which he? Half a million ‘hes’. They’ve been trying to kill me for as long as I can remember. Longer even.