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Fic: Go, 1/? skullage April 23 2011, 19:32:38 UTC
"My daddy shot your daddy in the head."

The words are a whisper in Jo's ear. She can smell the sulphur on his - its - breath, feel the weight of Sam's body pressed against her, the strain on her wrists painfully sharp as the rope tightens.

There's holy water in a flask tucked away in her boot, if only she could get to it. There's fifty lines of Latin she can't remember when the demon says, "He went down screaming. John put him out of his misery, like a dog." A harsh laugh follows, and the demon grips her waist for emphasis. "Quite humanitarian, really."

"You're lying," Jo spits out. Demons lie, curl their tongues like whips and spit poison vile enough to contort the past to their own excuses.

She thinks, Exorcizamus te -- has to get it right --

The answer is another laugh and more pain as the demon tightens the rope. "No, I'm not. You wanna know how I know?"

-- omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanicaThe ache in her back flares from where the pole digs in, wood scratches through her shirt, rope cutting into her shins. She shakes ( ... )

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Re: Fic: Go, 1/? casper_san May 7 2011, 17:56:39 UTC
This is awesome!:)

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Re: Fic: Go, 1/? skullage May 8 2011, 08:06:23 UTC
ty so much!

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