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Spike in Hell
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essene_backupThis is a bit of speculation based on the promos for next Angel 5.4. Only spoilery if you haven't seen the promo--I do NOT do spoilers.
The voice tisked at him. It was a nice voice as voices go, and it even sounded empathetic and sometimes a bit forlorn.
“It’s a shame, really.”
Spike screamed and a bloom of blood appeared, covering his stretched bicep.
“So many of you end up here.”
There was a sharp crack as another of Spike’s bones broke.
In between harsh pants, Spike heard the voice say, “If you would only realize that we have nothing to do with it.” Another crack, this time of a whip across his back and he whimpered.
“It’s all dependant upon you."
If there had been a body attached, Spike was almost positive he’d see a kindly face shaking in disappointment.
A howl escaped him as the flesh surrounding his loins charred.
Spike’s wrists were released and he slumped to the floor. Naked, moaning and shaking, he crawled across the floor to huddle in the corner.
***********
He was walking down the hallway, drawn toward the voice.
“Wesley, have you learned anything about the organization?”
“According to all the available data, they should be meeting on the next full moon.”
Spike sauntered through the door and interrupted, “What now? More werewolves is it?”
Angel rolled his eyes, “Just when you think it’s safe to go back to work…”
Spike gave him a mocking smirk.
Fred glanced at him, “You were gone longer this time. Almost 2 days.”
“Just having a spot o’fun, pet. Looks like you lot were doing just fine.”
Angel rose from behind his desk, “Yes we were, now if you’ll just disappear on back to where ever it was you came from, “ he made a shooing motion with his hand.
Spike narrowed his eyes and fought the urge to spit at his grandsire. Right ole bastard he was.
Angel smiled when Spike he saw the chair behind Spike—even though Spike hadn’t moved.
Fred stood as Spike started to fade in front of them, “Angel, I don’t think that…”
But Spike was gone.
**********
He never knew when, or where or why, but suddenly he was there. Feeling. Wrapped in thorns this time, rigid pole pressing into his back, forcing him upright, an unearthly tightening drawing blood form a thousand points of pain all over his body.
You’re more determined than most.
Most have resigned themselves and moved on by now. But you, you keep coming back for more.
Is your torment that delicious? Do you savor it so?
The voices overlapped and swirled together; an amalgam of sound crashing through his flesh.
He screamed, but no sound escaped him. He wept but no tears came. He wrenched and twisted, but there was no motion.
There was only pain.
The voice tisked at him. It was a nice voice as voices go, and it even sounded empathetic and sometimes a bit forlorn.
“It’s a shame, really.”
Spike screamed and a bloom of blood appeared, covering his stretched bicep.
“So many of you end up here.”
There was a sharp crack as another of Spike’s bones broke.
In between harsh pants, Spike heard the voice say, “If you would only realize that we have nothing to do with it.” Another crack, this time of a whip across his back and he whimpered.
“It’s all dependant upon you."
If there had been a body attached, Spike was almost positive he’d see a kindly face shaking in disappointment.
A howl escaped him as the flesh surrounding his loins charred.
Spike’s wrists were released and he slumped to the floor. Naked, moaning and shaking, he crawled across the floor to huddle in the corner.
***********
He was walking down the hallway, drawn toward the voice.
“Wesley, have you learned anything about the organization?”
“According to all the available data, they should be meeting on the next full moon.”
Spike sauntered through the door and interrupted, “What now? More werewolves is it?”
Angel rolled his eyes, “Just when you think it’s safe to go back to work…”
Spike gave him a mocking smirk.
Fred glanced at him, “You were gone longer this time. Almost 2 days.”
“Just having a spot o’fun, pet. Looks like you lot were doing just fine.”
Angel rose from behind his desk, “Yes we were, now if you’ll just disappear on back to where ever it was you came from, “ he made a shooing motion with his hand.
Spike narrowed his eyes and fought the urge to spit at his grandsire. Right ole bastard he was.
Angel smiled when Spike he saw the chair behind Spike—even though Spike hadn’t moved.
Fred stood as Spike started to fade in front of them, “Angel, I don’t think that…”
But Spike was gone.
**********
He never knew when, or where or why, but suddenly he was there. Feeling. Wrapped in thorns this time, rigid pole pressing into his back, forcing him upright, an unearthly tightening drawing blood form a thousand points of pain all over his body.
You’re more determined than most.
Most have resigned themselves and moved on by now. But you, you keep coming back for more.
Is your torment that delicious? Do you savor it so?
The voices overlapped and swirled together; an amalgam of sound crashing through his flesh.
He screamed, but no sound escaped him. He wept but no tears came. He wrenched and twisted, but there was no motion.
There was only pain.
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Date: 2003-10-19 07:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-19 12:39 pm (UTC)Poor Spike indeed. I just want to kiss it and make it better.
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Date: 2003-10-19 10:12 am (UTC);oÞ
So I'll tell you that the language is beautiful, the imagery powerful, and the cuts between what we saw in the last episode of Angel and Spike's torment are very well done.
Congrats!
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Date: 2003-10-19 12:30 pm (UTC)You know I love a compliment! But you're also fun to tease. =-)
Thanks.
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Date: 2003-10-22 07:03 am (UTC)Good one.
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Date: 2003-10-22 05:24 pm (UTC)