Hush, Hush: Spite Fics (Part 2)
ZeldaQueen: And here are the rest of the spite fics!
Author:
zelda_queen
Background: From Chapter 25, in which Nora's mother calls Nora out on her blatant lies
“‘Here's the deal-,’ I began in my most sincere and apologetic voice. ‘Cascade Road flooded and they closed it. I had to turn back and get a room in Milliken Mills-that's where I am now. I tried calling home, but apparently the lines are down. I tried your cell, but you didn't pick up.’
‘Wait. You've been in Milliken Mills this whole time?’
‘Where did you think I was?’
‘Gee sweetie, I don’t know,’ said Mom, and I flinched at the hurt and sarcasm cutting through her voice. ‘I do know that you should have been at home, where I was expecting you to stay.’
‘Mom listen, I -’
‘Nora please. No more excuses or lies. You told me you were going to stay at home. How do you think I felt when I tried to call home and couldn’t reach you?’
‘It’s fine, Mom!’ I insisted. ‘I’m sixteen. I’m allowed to leave the house if I want.’
‘Your age doesn’t matter, Nora. You are a minor. You are legally under my care. And more than that, you are my daughter. What sort of way is that to treat me, just running off like that? You didn’t bother to call me, even.’ I could hear Mom’s voice crack. ‘Where could you possibly have gone that you thought I would protest?’
‘Mom, I told you it’s fine -’
‘I don’t believe that, Nora. After everything that’s been going on, I honestly don’t believe you. I’m sorry, but I can’t.’
I felt like someone was squeezing my chest. ‘Mom please don’t…please don’t say that! I told you where I’m at right now, it’s perfectly safe!’
‘And you’re somehow calling me from there with the emergency cell phone. The one I know for a fact we keep in the side table drawer in the living room.’
My breath caught in my throat. ‘I…took it with me. I couldn’t find my own cell phone and wanted to make sure you could reach me -’
‘Then why didn’t you pick up? I called the emergency cell phone after you never picked up for the home phone.’
‘I…’
‘Nora,’ Mom said, and she sounded so tired, ‘This isn’t like you. Listen to yourself. You just keep lying and it’s so pointless. What else are you lying to me about?’
‘Nothing!’
‘I don’t believe you’re really at Milliken Mills,’ Mom continued, as if I hadn’t spoken. ‘Were you with him?’
‘Him?’
‘Patch. That boy you introduced to me. Was that it? Nora, please tell me. I didn’t like that boy when you brought him over, but I didn’t say anything because I trusted your judgment. I told myself that there was no way my smart little girl would get tangled up with a guy who was bad news. Please Nora, please, make me believe you haven’t.’
I couldn’t say anything.
‘I see.’ My mother’s voice was faint. ‘I’m coming home as soon as I can, and you had better be there when I do. We need to have a talk.’”
Author: zelda_queen
Background: From Chapter 26 (Part 1), in which a crossover with Being Human teaches Patch about hurting people
"I ignored the guy and went back to staring at the screen. I ignored Patch as well, though I could sense him behind me. I dug my nails into the arms of my seat. If he thought he was going to force me to leave here, he had another thought coming.
'Nora,' said Patch, in a sing-song voice. 'Time to go!'
'God damn it, leave me alone!' I snapped, not caring if the couple behind me got pissed.
'Oy, do you mind? We're trying to watch the movie!'
'Look, I told you it's not my fault!' I said, turning around furiously in my seat. 'It's his - oh.'
The guy and the girl were gone, probably freaked out by my seemingly talking to thin air. There was another couple behind me that I hadn't noticed before. The guy was pale, with dark, shaggy hair. The girl had curly hair and was wearing a grey sweater of some sort. The guy had a carton of popcorn he was munching on, while the girl was snuggled next to him. They were staring at me, him annoyed and her curiously, but then...their eyes slid over to Patch.
'I wasn't talking to you,' said the man, glancing back at me. He returned his attention to Patch 'Hey, tall, dark, and creepy, mind leaving the girl alone?'
A murderous look flashed across Patch's face, but he quickly smoothed it over with a smile, one that pretty much said Ignore me, or I'll shank you. 'I'm sorry to disturb you,' he said. 'Just a spat, we were going.'
He grabbed me by the upper arm and tried to pull me out of my seat. 'What the hell? Get off!' I shouted, trying to pull free. No matter how hard I tried though, I couldn't break his grip.
The woman jumped to her feet, a look of absolute disgust on her face. A second later my arm was free, but I hardly noticed. I was too busy staring as Patch went flying ass over tincups across the theater.
'I don't think she's ready to go, hot stuff,' said the woman.
Patch was on his feet in a second. 'How did you -?'
'Annie! Mitchell! Can you believe what they charge for popcorn here?' Patch was cut off as another man stepped into the theater, a drink and small popcorn at hand. 'And if you ask for butter, they glare at you and - what's going on here?' He looked from Patch to the woman - Annie - and back. 'Annie, did you lose control again?'
'No,' said Annie, tossing her head. 'That was on purpose.'
'Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy,' said the dark-haired man - Mitchell - as he chewed on more popcorn.
'Who are you people?' roared Patch, his patience at an end. 'How come you can see me?'
I cringed. He was going to do something. Make a scene. Hurt them. I knew it. 'It's alright,' I said, starting to get out of my seat. 'I'm going! They have nothing to do with this!'
'No, no, you stay where you're at,' said Annie.
'Right,' said Mitchell. 'Let's get this over with. I want to go back to this very stupid movie. I am a vampire. George here is a werewolf.'
'Just announce it to the world, why don't you!' cried George, and I'm sure he would have thrown up his hands if they had been empty.
'And Annie here is a ghost,' said Mitchell, ignoring George's outburst. 'That's us. Now if I was to guess what you are...hmm. I've never seen one before, but Herrick did mention it. You smell very...well, 'airy' was how Herrick put it.'
'Really?' George sniffed. 'I caught a wiff of that, but thought it was his detergent.'
Patch sneered. 'What are you getting at?'
'You're an angel,' said Mitchell bluntly.
'A what?' asked George, nearly dropping his popcorn.
'I would have pegged him as a bastard,' muttered Annie.
'And I'd also say you're a fallen angel, given that I'm not bothered by you're presence,' Mitchell continued on. 'Well, more bothered than I would be normally by an asshole like yourself.'
'Nora come on! We're leaving,' snapped Patch, grabbing my arm. He tried to yank me towards the door, while I dub my heels into the ground. A second later and a head jerk from Annie and Patch was on the floor again.
'Good God, does he treat you like this often?' asked George.
'Only on days ending in the letter 'Y'.'
'And hold on, you said he's a fallen angel? As in a demon?' asked George, turning to Mitchell.
'Precisely.' It was hard to tell in the darkness of the theater, but I swear something changed in Mitchell's eyes. I couldn't look very hard though, because Patch was on his feet again, trying to drag me away.
'Oh my bloody hell, give it up!' snapped Annie.
George beat her to the punch though. Within seconds, he was down the aisle and socked Patch right in the kisser. It didn't hurt Patch, but he was knocked backwards and was clearly stunned.
'Good thing it's a full moon in two days,' I heard Annie whisper to Mitchell.
'Right,' said Mitchell. 'Annie, George, why don't you show...'
'Nora,' I said.
' - Nora the lovely concession stand.'
'Fantastic. Right this way,' said George, leading me up the aisle and through the door. Annie trotted out behind us. I glanced over my shoulder as I left. Mitchell was advancing slowly towards Patch, making a terrifying hissing sound. As the door swung shut behind me, I could have sworn I saw him lunge for Patch's throat."
Author:
das_mervin
Background: From Chapter 26 (Part 1), in which Patch is smote thanks to a Supernatural crossover
Notes from author: Right. Let's see. You wrote a spitefic? Soooooooo now we have my turn. It got big, so sorry about that.
I stepped out into the parking lot with Patch, who was still standing close enough so that I could feel the heat from his body. I wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do or what he wanted-would he kill me now? Was that his plan? Would-
“Bezaliel.”
The voice that spoke the unfamiliar word was not loud or harsh-it was almost a greeting, and the voice that uttered it was rough and low. But the way Patch reacted, you’d think he’d been shot.
Patch’s gasp was loud and shocked, and I shrieked when he grabbed my shoulder and yanked me around, keeping me firmly behind him as he whirled to face the newcomer, his other hand clenched into a fist. I squirmed in his vice-like and near-painful grip, struggling to find whoever he was looking at. It turned out not to be very difficult.
He was nondescript, just wearing a regular black suit with a white shirt and a blue tie, and a tan overcoat completed it. But the way he stared at Patch unsettled me-it was a gaze that had no right to be that intense, particularly when his eyes were that blue and dreamy.
I felt Patch relax minutely when he finally saw who had spoken, but his posture was still rigid and ready to spring at a moment’s notice. “Out of all of the brothers I figured I would somehow run across, I’ll admit-you were not one on my list,” Patch suddenly said, and I could not help but hear how his sneering tone was rather…loud. Like he was overcompensating to hide how he really felt.
The man just stared at him, still and straight. When he said nothing, Patch continued. “So. What-you here to just stare at me, bro?”
“You know why I’m here,” the man responded, low and dangerous. The man took a step towards us, and Patch tensed again.
“Do I?” Patch suddenly burst. “What-you here to kill me? Really? For Falling? Come on-why would you do that, Cas? You, of all people-”
“I have no intentions of killing you for Falling or Disobedience. It would be…hypocritical,” the man-or Cas, whoever he was-interrupted evenly.
Patch stared, shifting his weight. “Then why’re you here?”
“Because I am going to kill you for what you do with your freedom.”
I gasped when I saw the man-Cas, or whoever he was-twitch his right hand and a wickedly-gleaming silver blade sprang obediently into his hand. Patch saw it, too, and I heard his intake of breath.
“Cas-hey. Cas. Castiel. This is Bezaliel you’re talking to!” Patch was babbling, backing up and taking me with him.
“Patch-what are you-” I whispered, but I felt his hand on my arm suddenly twitch and my eyes widened when I realized I couldn’t talk anymore.
“Castiel, look-I’ll let her go. Okay? I’ll let her go and she can leave and won’t be harmed. I’ll even wipe her mind-she won’t remember any of this. Come on!” Patch’s tone was already desperate, even as Castiel advanced slowly and deliberately towards us.
“I found it hard to believe that you would Fall to this, brother. To preying upon young, innocent girls, spinning elaborate false scenarios with them, using the humans around you to create your state because you cannot simply make the stage yourself, like an archangel can. All for what-your own entertainment? The pleasure of mating with them in the end?” Castiel said, his tone full of disgust.
“What-you gonna tell me I’m all bad and shit because I dare mess up the lives of a few incredibly stupid teenaged girls? Why don’t you look a little closer, huh? She thinks she’s living dangerously. She thinks this is some kind of awesome fantasy! She’s got no self-preservation! She’s an imbecile! Yet you’re gonna sit there and tell me you wanna kill me for knocking stupid girls like her down a few pegs?” Patch scoffed, and the situation had muddled me so badly I didn’t even think to be stung by his words. None of this made sense-he was Patch, not Bezaliel, and who was that man, what was-this couldn’t be all just an act, no, this wasn’t-
“She only believes that because you force her to. I see her mind. You have no right to do what you do to humans, Bezaliel. Humans are God’s most-”
“Don’t you bring Him into this,” Patch suddenly snarled, his voice venomous. “God-if He wants me to stop so badly, He should’ve made me stop. I refuse to obey some bastard I’ve never even met-”
“Enough.”
I heard and felt a great, thrumming beat of wings, and if I still had my voice, I would’ve screamed when suddenly Castiel was right next to us, his arm swinging wide and fast. My heart nearly stopped beating when I realized Patch was flinging me in front of him, trying to get me in the way of Castiel’s fist-no, that wasn’t his fist, the blade, he was going to stab me-!
In an eyeblink he dodged me, his motions never stopping, and Patch screamed when the knife slashed through the air and down his back. Castiel missed a killing blow, but did not miss Patch-and I squinted against the bright, blinding flash of light that burst from the long slice Castiel had carved into Patch’s flesh.
Patch stumbled and fell, and I felt the wings beat again as I collapsed. I managed to get to my knees and look up in time to see the knife coming down, glinting in the light of the streetlamps, and I heard Patch screaming, “No! Please, Cas-!” but then there was a horribly wet sound as the blade slammed home.
Castiel stood quickly, stepping back as Patch’s screams became inhuman, a great roar sounding as he arched upwards, the knife glowing white, everything was glowing white, his eyes, his hands, his mouth-
And I screamed when there was a sudden and great shockwave that burst from his body, knocking me backwards, my head colliding painfully with the pavement.
It was over as quickly as it happened. Shivering, I slowly managed to sit up again, blinking rapidly, trying to clear my head and knowing it was impossible, not after-not after-
Castiel was pulling the knife out of Patch’s chest. I stared, numb with disbelief, as he wiped it clean on his coat and then easily slid it back into his sleeve. When he turned, I barely noticed the blood had disappeared from his clothes.
“You killed him,” I whispered. “You-why would-”
“I do what must be done,” Castiel said simply. He looked at me and I shrank away from the gaze of the savior I couldn’t help but think was a murderer, but he wasn’t, no, my head-it hurt, and I felt…
“I cannot change what has happened to you. But I can set things right for you.”
I wanted to run as he walked to me, but I could only sit and stare, holding my breath as he reached for me, two of his fingers outstretched, touching my forehead-
“Nora Grey!”
I jerked awake, my elbow skittering off of my desk and sending my papers flying. I felt hot blood slam into my face as I heard the entire class start snickering, and I stumbled to my feet to try and get my scattered paper.
“Uh-yeah-yes, Mr. McConaughy?”
McConaughy was just looking wryly at me, one eyebrow arched. “So I take it you can’t answer the question?”
Somehow, my face got hotter as I stared resolutely at the notes in my hands and hurried back around to my desk. “No, I guess not. Uh-sorry. Didn’t…didn’t sleep well last night. Bad dreams.”
He rolled his eyes. “Try not to let it happen again, Miss Grey,” he ordered. “Now, for those of you who aren’t taking naps, what is the third stage of cellular mitosis?”
I sighed. No more late night snacking for me, then.
Author: midoriri
Background: From Chapter 26 (Part 1), in which there are two different takes on Patch's harassment of Nora being dealt with
Notes from author: And you know what? Have more spitefics. In fact, have two.
1. What should have happened if that couple was disturbed.
"Walk out, or I'll carry you out".
Out the corner of my eye, I noticed the woman stand up and leave, her boyfriend pulling his cell out and punching some numbers. "I'm not going anywhere," I said, shaking, but firm. He couldn't carry me, really, could he? Even if there was now only one other person in here, there was still a witness. And even if he were a fallen angel, even if he did have supernatural powers, even if he killed the man (I shuddered at how easily I could see it happening), even that would be noticed, right? And did movie theaters have security cameras?
Patch growled, but before he said anything further, his face was suddenly illuminated by light. He cried out, shutting his eyes against the blinding glow of the usher's flashlight. I noticed the girl standing behind him as he kept shining his light at Patch's face. "Is there a problem here, sir?" he said coldly, hand steady.
Patch opened his eyes--or tried to, anyway--tried to glare at the usher, but it was pretty hard to look threatening with a flashlight shining right into your pupils at point-blank range. "No, problem, sir," he said, voice smooth again. "My girlfriend wasn't feeling well, so I offered to take her home--"
"Bullshit," the girl muttered. Her arms folded as she glared down at Patch herself, expression mirroring the usher's. "Tony and I aren't deaf, you know. You were threatening her--and I know you didn't come in with her, the movie started half an hour ago, and she came in at the start. Alone."
The usher's glare deepened. "Sir, I suggest that you come with me immediately."
Patch glowered--then cried out as the usher decided to shove his light closer to his face. Unprofessional, but I was starting to like this tactic. "You can't--!"
The girl's boyfriend--Tony--walked up just then, an arm going to my shoulder. "Hey, do you wanna come with me and Claire?" he asked, guiding me out of my seat. "Let's get you outta here...and hey, don't worry about the movie, I'm pretty sure we can get a refund or free tickets thanks to this asshat."
"You--!" Patch snarled.
A few police officers walked in just then, one of them already taking out the handcuffs. Tony smirked as he and Claire led me out of the theater, away from Patch and his muttered obscenities. "See, Claire--tolja it was better to not turn my phone off," he joked.
2.Well, so far we've had two spitefics for this where some paranormal folk have a go at Patch...now let's have the guys from one of my fandoms have a go. *cracks knuckles*
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I stepped out into the parking lot, no one with me but Patch. I'd tried to send some sort of signal to the employees, the other patrons, Kaylie, had glanced at them pleadingly, but no one seemed to notice my peril. Patch poked me in the back when I slowed down. "Keep walking," he growled.
"Where are we going?" I couldn't help the whimper in my voice.
"Hey, 'scuse me."
That wasn't Patch. Both of us turned our attention to the person in front of us. I thought Help me help me help me at the person, as if he were a mindreader and would do as I asked. I didn't have to look to know that Patch had turned his expression back to that nice, "perfect boyfirned" one. "Yes," he asked, in a voice that made my skin crawl, it was overly-sweet. "Can I help you, little boy?"
The person in front of us, a young man with thick glasses and unruly red hair, suddenly glared. I barely heard a muttering "I'm twenty-four," before he stood straighter, apparently deciding that it wasn't important at the moment. "Hey, look, I just got a call about some bad energy at this theater, and I was wondering if you knew anything?" he asked me. Not Patch, me.
But I couldn't tell him the truth, that Patch was a fallen angel, something that should be called a demon, technically. He'd never believe me. (Or would he? He'd said "energy...") "I--!" I started.
Patch cut me off. "No, no, everything's fine," he said, voice tense. I could feel him trembling behind me--wait, trembling? Why? I risked a quick look behind me, noticed his nose wrinkled a bit, like he smelled something dead. Weird. I couldn't smell anything. "I'm just taking my girlfriend home, now if you'll excuse me--"
"Are you sure she's your girlfriend?" The redhead's tone suddenly sounded colder. "She seems in an awful hurry to get away from you..." He turned to me again, suddenly smiling. "Hey, how 'bout you come here?" He held a hand out--why was he holding a marker? Was he a tagger?--and took a few steps closer. "You shouldn't mess around with demons-I should know-and I don't think you meant to get into this mess anyway, so come on before things get wo--"
Patch snarled, letting go of me and starting forward. "You impertinent--!" he started to say, advancing on the redhead. Before he could get any further, another figure who'd somehow managed to avoid notice by either of us, stood in front of him. I couldn't help but wonder why his skin was green, Halloween was a ways off, wasn't it? The other, much taller, man glared down at Patch, as if daring him to try something. I saw Patch flinch nervously, that glow of the stranger's eyes probably had something to do with it.
"Izanagi, take the lady away from here, I'll be fine," the redhead smirked, suddenly looking more dangerous than he had at first glance. I saw him uncap the marker, sleeves rolled up as he started to scribble something on his forearms and start forward. A strange, blue glow started to surround him as his grin suddenly looked more maniacal...and Patch's glare completely vanished, replaced by confusion and fear. "I can take this one down in two minutes."
The taller man turned me around by the shoulders, gently guiding me away from the parking lot and to a nearby payphone. "Don't worry," he muttered. "Hanna knows what he's doing." I glanced behind me before I was forced to look away again, the last thing I saw being the redhead jump on Patch.
Author: zelda_queen
Background: From Chapter 26 (Part 2), in response to Patch creepily putting the moves on Nora, even though she repeatedly tells him not to
"As soon as we broke apart, I reached into my pocket. The vial was there, right where I left it after I filched it during my last Biology lab. With Patch stalking me like he was and the police not taking me seriously, I had suspected I'd need a safeguard like this. With one swift movement, I popped the top off of the vial and flung the contents at Patch's face.
'YOU BITCH!' he screamed as he clawed at his eyes and then for me.
I was already toward the door though, taking advantage of his blindness and disorientation. Sulfuric acid. Don't leave home without it"
Author: midoriri
Background: From Chapter 26 (Part 2), in which Nora calls Vee out on her idiocy
It was over. I could barely remember how it had all gone down; it all went by so fast. But Patch was gone, those two idiots who went to school with Vee were arrested (and I had made sure to tell the cops about them threatening me earlier, and threatening to hang Vee just tonight). Vee and I were now being driven home by one of the police officers right now. He had said it would be a bad idea to just let us walk home, and when Vee said her mom was asleep and she just couldn't wake her up to come get her, he told us that he'd take us himself.
"They just seemed so nice, you know?" Vee was saying, sitting beside me in the backseat. I barely looked at her, instead rolling my eyes at her idiotic comment. Yes, a guy who assaulted and threatened us was nice.
Vee must have known what I was thinking because she immediately added "I mean, I didn't think they had it in them. They were just so hot and--"
"Excuse me?!" I snapped, whipping my head around to glare at her. I could see the policeman raise his eyebrows in the rear-view mirror, but I paid it no mind. "You're telling me that you didn't think those two would ever really hurt us because they were hot? Is that why you kept pushing me at Patch, too? Because he was so attractive, he couldn't possibly be a murderer, or a rapist, or both?"
"No-ra," Vee said, sighing as if I were the dumb one. "You ever see those cop shows? The bad guys are all ugly, you can totally tell and--"
"No," I snapped again. "No, you can't. Patch was a creep, so were those guys, and...you had just kept pushing me at patch, you kept insisting we'd make a good couple, you didn't think there was anything wrong with the guy who threatened to hang you...are you high or something? Because the only reason I can believe you have such a lapse in judgement for so long is if you were perpetually high!"
Vee looked a little surprised. "Nora! But...but he just..." Finally, she was at a loss for words. Wonder how long that would last.
"And you know something else? Every time I called you or you called me and I told you how scared I was, how I hated these guys, how we should stay away? You just laughed it off, belittled my fears, and told me they were fine to hang out with. What the hell is wrong with you, Vee? Nevermind, I think I know: you're a shallow idiot who has a brain the size of a thimble and you're an awful,s elfish girl who only thinks of herself." We pulled up in front of her house just then. Apparently her mom wasn't really asleep since she ran out to the porch the second she saw the red and blue lights of the squad car. I could see her confused and angry glare at Vee from here. Vee herself wasn't looking at her; just at me. She looked shocked, angry, confused...I could see a faint quiver of her bottom lip.
Her door opened and the policeman gently pulled on her shoulder, telling her he'd walk her to her mom. As Vee shakily unbuckled her seatbelt and let the cop escort her, I leaned over and shouted out the open window. "This friendship is over, Vee! Tomorrow, we are not sitting next to each other, we are not talking in the hall or being partnered up in class! I never want to speak to or even look at you again!"
Author: seiler88
Background: From Chapter 26 (Part 2), in which Patch and Nora fall prey to Hellsing
Let's be honest, Nora. You've got it bad for me.' His eyes held a lot of depth. 'And I've got it bad for you.' He leaned into me and put his mouth on mine. A lot of him was on me, actually. We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my will power to break away"
"Really?" Said a feminine voice with a thick Brittish accent. "Last I looked you were the one with the mind control."
The voice was coming from a short blonde woman who ad seemingly appeared behind Patch. She was wearing a small black dress that hugged her figure and caused Nora's envy to flair.
"What's the matter sweetie? Afraid that I might take your man for all eternity?" The woman looked at them revealing that she had bright red eyes. "Well, on second thought, that might be a valid concern in this case. I've never had fallen angel before and Pip could use a punching bag." She stepped toward Patch, her smile revealing a fanged mouth with too many sharp teeth. "Don't worry, I won't eat the bitch. She wouldn't be much use to me anyway." The last thing Nora saw before passing out was the woman's arm turn into a mass of shadow.
Nora was latter found dead of a broken neck. No trace of Patch was ever found.
Author:
arpeggio513
Background: From Chapter 26 (Part 2), in which Nora and Vee get a visit from the Weeping Angels
"Hello Nora," It was Vee, but she sounded different, monotone.
"Vee? What's wrong," Nora asked before remembering Elliot and Jules, "Vee are you safe? Did Elliot and Jules do something? I told you they were dang-"
"Elliot and Jules are dead Nora."
Nora was struck dumb, shock passing through her system. How did it happen? Was it Dabria?
"You were right Nora. Angels do exist. The Angels came for us Nora. They got Elliot and Jules." Vee droned out.
She must of been in shock, Nora thought.
"Vee where are you now? Where are you calling from."
"Outside the theater where you are."
Nora was about to express her relief, and Patch had finally given her some room, seemingly interested in what was going on, when it hit her.
"Vee how did you know I was at the theater?"
"I didn't. But the Angels did. They got me to you see."
Nora didn't know what to think, it was all to much for her. Vee continued talking.
"They took what was left of my conciousness and my phone and called you when they arrived outside the theater. I think they're just doing it to scare you."
Just then the lights started flickering.
Vee spoke one last time, "They're coming now Nora. Coming for you and Patch."
The lights went out.
Author: midoriri
Background: From Chapter 29, in response to Jules's stupidity in only having one henchman
As soon as Jules crumpled, Nora ran from the room, not even thinking to grab a weapon.
This ended up proving her downfall, as she had barely made it three steps out the classroom door when she felt a blunt object--a baseball bat--smack the back of her head. She dropped like a sack of bricks, the last thing she saw being a teenaged girl with unruly, dark hair standing over her, moonlight reflecting off her glasses.
The last thing she heard was "Dumbass. You really think the boss wouldn't have brought back-up?"
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Author:
zelda_queen
Background: From Chapter 25, in which Nora's mother calls Nora out on her blatant lies
“‘Here's the deal-,’ I began in my most sincere and apologetic voice. ‘Cascade Road flooded and they closed it. I had to turn back and get a room in Milliken Mills-that's where I am now. I tried calling home, but apparently the lines are down. I tried your cell, but you didn't pick up.’
‘Wait. You've been in Milliken Mills this whole time?’
‘Where did you think I was?’
‘Gee sweetie, I don’t know,’ said Mom, and I flinched at the hurt and sarcasm cutting through her voice. ‘I do know that you should have been at home, where I was expecting you to stay.’
‘Mom listen, I -’
‘Nora please. No more excuses or lies. You told me you were going to stay at home. How do you think I felt when I tried to call home and couldn’t reach you?’
‘It’s fine, Mom!’ I insisted. ‘I’m sixteen. I’m allowed to leave the house if I want.’
‘Your age doesn’t matter, Nora. You are a minor. You are legally under my care. And more than that, you are my daughter. What sort of way is that to treat me, just running off like that? You didn’t bother to call me, even.’ I could hear Mom’s voice crack. ‘Where could you possibly have gone that you thought I would protest?’
‘Mom, I told you it’s fine -’
‘I don’t believe that, Nora. After everything that’s been going on, I honestly don’t believe you. I’m sorry, but I can’t.’
I felt like someone was squeezing my chest. ‘Mom please don’t…please don’t say that! I told you where I’m at right now, it’s perfectly safe!’
‘And you’re somehow calling me from there with the emergency cell phone. The one I know for a fact we keep in the side table drawer in the living room.’
My breath caught in my throat. ‘I…took it with me. I couldn’t find my own cell phone and wanted to make sure you could reach me -’
‘Then why didn’t you pick up? I called the emergency cell phone after you never picked up for the home phone.’
‘I…’
‘Nora,’ Mom said, and she sounded so tired, ‘This isn’t like you. Listen to yourself. You just keep lying and it’s so pointless. What else are you lying to me about?’
‘Nothing!’
‘I don’t believe you’re really at Milliken Mills,’ Mom continued, as if I hadn’t spoken. ‘Were you with him?’
‘Him?’
‘Patch. That boy you introduced to me. Was that it? Nora, please tell me. I didn’t like that boy when you brought him over, but I didn’t say anything because I trusted your judgment. I told myself that there was no way my smart little girl would get tangled up with a guy who was bad news. Please Nora, please, make me believe you haven’t.’
I couldn’t say anything.
‘I see.’ My mother’s voice was faint. ‘I’m coming home as soon as I can, and you had better be there when I do. We need to have a talk.’”
Author: zelda_queen
Background: From Chapter 26 (Part 1), in which a crossover with Being Human teaches Patch about hurting people
"I ignored the guy and went back to staring at the screen. I ignored Patch as well, though I could sense him behind me. I dug my nails into the arms of my seat. If he thought he was going to force me to leave here, he had another thought coming.
'Nora,' said Patch, in a sing-song voice. 'Time to go!'
'God damn it, leave me alone!' I snapped, not caring if the couple behind me got pissed.
'Oy, do you mind? We're trying to watch the movie!'
'Look, I told you it's not my fault!' I said, turning around furiously in my seat. 'It's his - oh.'
The guy and the girl were gone, probably freaked out by my seemingly talking to thin air. There was another couple behind me that I hadn't noticed before. The guy was pale, with dark, shaggy hair. The girl had curly hair and was wearing a grey sweater of some sort. The guy had a carton of popcorn he was munching on, while the girl was snuggled next to him. They were staring at me, him annoyed and her curiously, but then...their eyes slid over to Patch.
'I wasn't talking to you,' said the man, glancing back at me. He returned his attention to Patch 'Hey, tall, dark, and creepy, mind leaving the girl alone?'
A murderous look flashed across Patch's face, but he quickly smoothed it over with a smile, one that pretty much said Ignore me, or I'll shank you. 'I'm sorry to disturb you,' he said. 'Just a spat, we were going.'
He grabbed me by the upper arm and tried to pull me out of my seat. 'What the hell? Get off!' I shouted, trying to pull free. No matter how hard I tried though, I couldn't break his grip.
The woman jumped to her feet, a look of absolute disgust on her face. A second later my arm was free, but I hardly noticed. I was too busy staring as Patch went flying ass over tincups across the theater.
'I don't think she's ready to go, hot stuff,' said the woman.
Patch was on his feet in a second. 'How did you -?'
'Annie! Mitchell! Can you believe what they charge for popcorn here?' Patch was cut off as another man stepped into the theater, a drink and small popcorn at hand. 'And if you ask for butter, they glare at you and - what's going on here?' He looked from Patch to the woman - Annie - and back. 'Annie, did you lose control again?'
'No,' said Annie, tossing her head. 'That was on purpose.'
'Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy,' said the dark-haired man - Mitchell - as he chewed on more popcorn.
'Who are you people?' roared Patch, his patience at an end. 'How come you can see me?'
I cringed. He was going to do something. Make a scene. Hurt them. I knew it. 'It's alright,' I said, starting to get out of my seat. 'I'm going! They have nothing to do with this!'
'No, no, you stay where you're at,' said Annie.
'Right,' said Mitchell. 'Let's get this over with. I want to go back to this very stupid movie. I am a vampire. George here is a werewolf.'
'Just announce it to the world, why don't you!' cried George, and I'm sure he would have thrown up his hands if they had been empty.
'And Annie here is a ghost,' said Mitchell, ignoring George's outburst. 'That's us. Now if I was to guess what you are...hmm. I've never seen one before, but Herrick did mention it. You smell very...well, 'airy' was how Herrick put it.'
'Really?' George sniffed. 'I caught a wiff of that, but thought it was his detergent.'
Patch sneered. 'What are you getting at?'
'You're an angel,' said Mitchell bluntly.
'A what?' asked George, nearly dropping his popcorn.
'I would have pegged him as a bastard,' muttered Annie.
'And I'd also say you're a fallen angel, given that I'm not bothered by you're presence,' Mitchell continued on. 'Well, more bothered than I would be normally by an asshole like yourself.'
'Nora come on! We're leaving,' snapped Patch, grabbing my arm. He tried to yank me towards the door, while I dub my heels into the ground. A second later and a head jerk from Annie and Patch was on the floor again.
'Good God, does he treat you like this often?' asked George.
'Only on days ending in the letter 'Y'.'
'And hold on, you said he's a fallen angel? As in a demon?' asked George, turning to Mitchell.
'Precisely.' It was hard to tell in the darkness of the theater, but I swear something changed in Mitchell's eyes. I couldn't look very hard though, because Patch was on his feet again, trying to drag me away.
'Oh my bloody hell, give it up!' snapped Annie.
George beat her to the punch though. Within seconds, he was down the aisle and socked Patch right in the kisser. It didn't hurt Patch, but he was knocked backwards and was clearly stunned.
'Good thing it's a full moon in two days,' I heard Annie whisper to Mitchell.
'Right,' said Mitchell. 'Annie, George, why don't you show...'
'Nora,' I said.
' - Nora the lovely concession stand.'
'Fantastic. Right this way,' said George, leading me up the aisle and through the door. Annie trotted out behind us. I glanced over my shoulder as I left. Mitchell was advancing slowly towards Patch, making a terrifying hissing sound. As the door swung shut behind me, I could have sworn I saw him lunge for Patch's throat."
Author:
das_mervin
Background: From Chapter 26 (Part 1), in which Patch is smote thanks to a Supernatural crossover
Notes from author: Right. Let's see. You wrote a spitefic? Soooooooo now we have my turn. It got big, so sorry about that.
I stepped out into the parking lot with Patch, who was still standing close enough so that I could feel the heat from his body. I wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do or what he wanted-would he kill me now? Was that his plan? Would-
“Bezaliel.”
The voice that spoke the unfamiliar word was not loud or harsh-it was almost a greeting, and the voice that uttered it was rough and low. But the way Patch reacted, you’d think he’d been shot.
Patch’s gasp was loud and shocked, and I shrieked when he grabbed my shoulder and yanked me around, keeping me firmly behind him as he whirled to face the newcomer, his other hand clenched into a fist. I squirmed in his vice-like and near-painful grip, struggling to find whoever he was looking at. It turned out not to be very difficult.
He was nondescript, just wearing a regular black suit with a white shirt and a blue tie, and a tan overcoat completed it. But the way he stared at Patch unsettled me-it was a gaze that had no right to be that intense, particularly when his eyes were that blue and dreamy.
I felt Patch relax minutely when he finally saw who had spoken, but his posture was still rigid and ready to spring at a moment’s notice. “Out of all of the brothers I figured I would somehow run across, I’ll admit-you were not one on my list,” Patch suddenly said, and I could not help but hear how his sneering tone was rather…loud. Like he was overcompensating to hide how he really felt.
The man just stared at him, still and straight. When he said nothing, Patch continued. “So. What-you here to just stare at me, bro?”
“You know why I’m here,” the man responded, low and dangerous. The man took a step towards us, and Patch tensed again.
“Do I?” Patch suddenly burst. “What-you here to kill me? Really? For Falling? Come on-why would you do that, Cas? You, of all people-”
“I have no intentions of killing you for Falling or Disobedience. It would be…hypocritical,” the man-or Cas, whoever he was-interrupted evenly.
Patch stared, shifting his weight. “Then why’re you here?”
“Because I am going to kill you for what you do with your freedom.”
I gasped when I saw the man-Cas, or whoever he was-twitch his right hand and a wickedly-gleaming silver blade sprang obediently into his hand. Patch saw it, too, and I heard his intake of breath.
“Cas-hey. Cas. Castiel. This is Bezaliel you’re talking to!” Patch was babbling, backing up and taking me with him.
“Patch-what are you-” I whispered, but I felt his hand on my arm suddenly twitch and my eyes widened when I realized I couldn’t talk anymore.
“Castiel, look-I’ll let her go. Okay? I’ll let her go and she can leave and won’t be harmed. I’ll even wipe her mind-she won’t remember any of this. Come on!” Patch’s tone was already desperate, even as Castiel advanced slowly and deliberately towards us.
“I found it hard to believe that you would Fall to this, brother. To preying upon young, innocent girls, spinning elaborate false scenarios with them, using the humans around you to create your state because you cannot simply make the stage yourself, like an archangel can. All for what-your own entertainment? The pleasure of mating with them in the end?” Castiel said, his tone full of disgust.
“What-you gonna tell me I’m all bad and shit because I dare mess up the lives of a few incredibly stupid teenaged girls? Why don’t you look a little closer, huh? She thinks she’s living dangerously. She thinks this is some kind of awesome fantasy! She’s got no self-preservation! She’s an imbecile! Yet you’re gonna sit there and tell me you wanna kill me for knocking stupid girls like her down a few pegs?” Patch scoffed, and the situation had muddled me so badly I didn’t even think to be stung by his words. None of this made sense-he was Patch, not Bezaliel, and who was that man, what was-this couldn’t be all just an act, no, this wasn’t-
“She only believes that because you force her to. I see her mind. You have no right to do what you do to humans, Bezaliel. Humans are God’s most-”
“Don’t you bring Him into this,” Patch suddenly snarled, his voice venomous. “God-if He wants me to stop so badly, He should’ve made me stop. I refuse to obey some bastard I’ve never even met-”
“Enough.”
I heard and felt a great, thrumming beat of wings, and if I still had my voice, I would’ve screamed when suddenly Castiel was right next to us, his arm swinging wide and fast. My heart nearly stopped beating when I realized Patch was flinging me in front of him, trying to get me in the way of Castiel’s fist-no, that wasn’t his fist, the blade, he was going to stab me-!
In an eyeblink he dodged me, his motions never stopping, and Patch screamed when the knife slashed through the air and down his back. Castiel missed a killing blow, but did not miss Patch-and I squinted against the bright, blinding flash of light that burst from the long slice Castiel had carved into Patch’s flesh.
Patch stumbled and fell, and I felt the wings beat again as I collapsed. I managed to get to my knees and look up in time to see the knife coming down, glinting in the light of the streetlamps, and I heard Patch screaming, “No! Please, Cas-!” but then there was a horribly wet sound as the blade slammed home.
Castiel stood quickly, stepping back as Patch’s screams became inhuman, a great roar sounding as he arched upwards, the knife glowing white, everything was glowing white, his eyes, his hands, his mouth-
And I screamed when there was a sudden and great shockwave that burst from his body, knocking me backwards, my head colliding painfully with the pavement.
It was over as quickly as it happened. Shivering, I slowly managed to sit up again, blinking rapidly, trying to clear my head and knowing it was impossible, not after-not after-
Castiel was pulling the knife out of Patch’s chest. I stared, numb with disbelief, as he wiped it clean on his coat and then easily slid it back into his sleeve. When he turned, I barely noticed the blood had disappeared from his clothes.
“You killed him,” I whispered. “You-why would-”
“I do what must be done,” Castiel said simply. He looked at me and I shrank away from the gaze of the savior I couldn’t help but think was a murderer, but he wasn’t, no, my head-it hurt, and I felt…
“I cannot change what has happened to you. But I can set things right for you.”
I wanted to run as he walked to me, but I could only sit and stare, holding my breath as he reached for me, two of his fingers outstretched, touching my forehead-
“Nora Grey!”
I jerked awake, my elbow skittering off of my desk and sending my papers flying. I felt hot blood slam into my face as I heard the entire class start snickering, and I stumbled to my feet to try and get my scattered paper.
“Uh-yeah-yes, Mr. McConaughy?”
McConaughy was just looking wryly at me, one eyebrow arched. “So I take it you can’t answer the question?”
Somehow, my face got hotter as I stared resolutely at the notes in my hands and hurried back around to my desk. “No, I guess not. Uh-sorry. Didn’t…didn’t sleep well last night. Bad dreams.”
He rolled his eyes. “Try not to let it happen again, Miss Grey,” he ordered. “Now, for those of you who aren’t taking naps, what is the third stage of cellular mitosis?”
I sighed. No more late night snacking for me, then.
Author: midoriri
Background: From Chapter 26 (Part 1), in which there are two different takes on Patch's harassment of Nora being dealt with
Notes from author: And you know what? Have more spitefics. In fact, have two.
1. What should have happened if that couple was disturbed.
"Walk out, or I'll carry you out".
Out the corner of my eye, I noticed the woman stand up and leave, her boyfriend pulling his cell out and punching some numbers. "I'm not going anywhere," I said, shaking, but firm. He couldn't carry me, really, could he? Even if there was now only one other person in here, there was still a witness. And even if he were a fallen angel, even if he did have supernatural powers, even if he killed the man (I shuddered at how easily I could see it happening), even that would be noticed, right? And did movie theaters have security cameras?
Patch growled, but before he said anything further, his face was suddenly illuminated by light. He cried out, shutting his eyes against the blinding glow of the usher's flashlight. I noticed the girl standing behind him as he kept shining his light at Patch's face. "Is there a problem here, sir?" he said coldly, hand steady.
Patch opened his eyes--or tried to, anyway--tried to glare at the usher, but it was pretty hard to look threatening with a flashlight shining right into your pupils at point-blank range. "No, problem, sir," he said, voice smooth again. "My girlfriend wasn't feeling well, so I offered to take her home--"
"Bullshit," the girl muttered. Her arms folded as she glared down at Patch herself, expression mirroring the usher's. "Tony and I aren't deaf, you know. You were threatening her--and I know you didn't come in with her, the movie started half an hour ago, and she came in at the start. Alone."
The usher's glare deepened. "Sir, I suggest that you come with me immediately."
Patch glowered--then cried out as the usher decided to shove his light closer to his face. Unprofessional, but I was starting to like this tactic. "You can't--!"
The girl's boyfriend--Tony--walked up just then, an arm going to my shoulder. "Hey, do you wanna come with me and Claire?" he asked, guiding me out of my seat. "Let's get you outta here...and hey, don't worry about the movie, I'm pretty sure we can get a refund or free tickets thanks to this asshat."
"You--!" Patch snarled.
A few police officers walked in just then, one of them already taking out the handcuffs. Tony smirked as he and Claire led me out of the theater, away from Patch and his muttered obscenities. "See, Claire--tolja it was better to not turn my phone off," he joked.
2.Well, so far we've had two spitefics for this where some paranormal folk have a go at Patch...now let's have the guys from one of my fandoms have a go. *cracks knuckles*
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I stepped out into the parking lot, no one with me but Patch. I'd tried to send some sort of signal to the employees, the other patrons, Kaylie, had glanced at them pleadingly, but no one seemed to notice my peril. Patch poked me in the back when I slowed down. "Keep walking," he growled.
"Where are we going?" I couldn't help the whimper in my voice.
"Hey, 'scuse me."
That wasn't Patch. Both of us turned our attention to the person in front of us. I thought Help me help me help me at the person, as if he were a mindreader and would do as I asked. I didn't have to look to know that Patch had turned his expression back to that nice, "perfect boyfirned" one. "Yes," he asked, in a voice that made my skin crawl, it was overly-sweet. "Can I help you, little boy?"
The person in front of us, a young man with thick glasses and unruly red hair, suddenly glared. I barely heard a muttering "I'm twenty-four," before he stood straighter, apparently deciding that it wasn't important at the moment. "Hey, look, I just got a call about some bad energy at this theater, and I was wondering if you knew anything?" he asked me. Not Patch, me.
But I couldn't tell him the truth, that Patch was a fallen angel, something that should be called a demon, technically. He'd never believe me. (Or would he? He'd said "energy...") "I--!" I started.
Patch cut me off. "No, no, everything's fine," he said, voice tense. I could feel him trembling behind me--wait, trembling? Why? I risked a quick look behind me, noticed his nose wrinkled a bit, like he smelled something dead. Weird. I couldn't smell anything. "I'm just taking my girlfriend home, now if you'll excuse me--"
"Are you sure she's your girlfriend?" The redhead's tone suddenly sounded colder. "She seems in an awful hurry to get away from you..." He turned to me again, suddenly smiling. "Hey, how 'bout you come here?" He held a hand out--why was he holding a marker? Was he a tagger?--and took a few steps closer. "You shouldn't mess around with demons-I should know-and I don't think you meant to get into this mess anyway, so come on before things get wo--"
Patch snarled, letting go of me and starting forward. "You impertinent--!" he started to say, advancing on the redhead. Before he could get any further, another figure who'd somehow managed to avoid notice by either of us, stood in front of him. I couldn't help but wonder why his skin was green, Halloween was a ways off, wasn't it? The other, much taller, man glared down at Patch, as if daring him to try something. I saw Patch flinch nervously, that glow of the stranger's eyes probably had something to do with it.
"Izanagi, take the lady away from here, I'll be fine," the redhead smirked, suddenly looking more dangerous than he had at first glance. I saw him uncap the marker, sleeves rolled up as he started to scribble something on his forearms and start forward. A strange, blue glow started to surround him as his grin suddenly looked more maniacal...and Patch's glare completely vanished, replaced by confusion and fear. "I can take this one down in two minutes."
The taller man turned me around by the shoulders, gently guiding me away from the parking lot and to a nearby payphone. "Don't worry," he muttered. "Hanna knows what he's doing." I glanced behind me before I was forced to look away again, the last thing I saw being the redhead jump on Patch.
Author: zelda_queen
Background: From Chapter 26 (Part 2), in response to Patch creepily putting the moves on Nora, even though she repeatedly tells him not to
"As soon as we broke apart, I reached into my pocket. The vial was there, right where I left it after I filched it during my last Biology lab. With Patch stalking me like he was and the police not taking me seriously, I had suspected I'd need a safeguard like this. With one swift movement, I popped the top off of the vial and flung the contents at Patch's face.
'YOU BITCH!' he screamed as he clawed at his eyes and then for me.
I was already toward the door though, taking advantage of his blindness and disorientation. Sulfuric acid. Don't leave home without it"
Author: midoriri
Background: From Chapter 26 (Part 2), in which Nora calls Vee out on her idiocy
It was over. I could barely remember how it had all gone down; it all went by so fast. But Patch was gone, those two idiots who went to school with Vee were arrested (and I had made sure to tell the cops about them threatening me earlier, and threatening to hang Vee just tonight). Vee and I were now being driven home by one of the police officers right now. He had said it would be a bad idea to just let us walk home, and when Vee said her mom was asleep and she just couldn't wake her up to come get her, he told us that he'd take us himself.
"They just seemed so nice, you know?" Vee was saying, sitting beside me in the backseat. I barely looked at her, instead rolling my eyes at her idiotic comment. Yes, a guy who assaulted and threatened us was nice.
Vee must have known what I was thinking because she immediately added "I mean, I didn't think they had it in them. They were just so hot and--"
"Excuse me?!" I snapped, whipping my head around to glare at her. I could see the policeman raise his eyebrows in the rear-view mirror, but I paid it no mind. "You're telling me that you didn't think those two would ever really hurt us because they were hot? Is that why you kept pushing me at Patch, too? Because he was so attractive, he couldn't possibly be a murderer, or a rapist, or both?"
"No-ra," Vee said, sighing as if I were the dumb one. "You ever see those cop shows? The bad guys are all ugly, you can totally tell and--"
"No," I snapped again. "No, you can't. Patch was a creep, so were those guys, and...you had just kept pushing me at patch, you kept insisting we'd make a good couple, you didn't think there was anything wrong with the guy who threatened to hang you...are you high or something? Because the only reason I can believe you have such a lapse in judgement for so long is if you were perpetually high!"
Vee looked a little surprised. "Nora! But...but he just..." Finally, she was at a loss for words. Wonder how long that would last.
"And you know something else? Every time I called you or you called me and I told you how scared I was, how I hated these guys, how we should stay away? You just laughed it off, belittled my fears, and told me they were fine to hang out with. What the hell is wrong with you, Vee? Nevermind, I think I know: you're a shallow idiot who has a brain the size of a thimble and you're an awful,s elfish girl who only thinks of herself." We pulled up in front of her house just then. Apparently her mom wasn't really asleep since she ran out to the porch the second she saw the red and blue lights of the squad car. I could see her confused and angry glare at Vee from here. Vee herself wasn't looking at her; just at me. She looked shocked, angry, confused...I could see a faint quiver of her bottom lip.
Her door opened and the policeman gently pulled on her shoulder, telling her he'd walk her to her mom. As Vee shakily unbuckled her seatbelt and let the cop escort her, I leaned over and shouted out the open window. "This friendship is over, Vee! Tomorrow, we are not sitting next to each other, we are not talking in the hall or being partnered up in class! I never want to speak to or even look at you again!"
Author: seiler88
Background: From Chapter 26 (Part 2), in which Patch and Nora fall prey to Hellsing
Let's be honest, Nora. You've got it bad for me.' His eyes held a lot of depth. 'And I've got it bad for you.' He leaned into me and put his mouth on mine. A lot of him was on me, actually. We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my will power to break away"
"Really?" Said a feminine voice with a thick Brittish accent. "Last I looked you were the one with the mind control."
The voice was coming from a short blonde woman who ad seemingly appeared behind Patch. She was wearing a small black dress that hugged her figure and caused Nora's envy to flair.
"What's the matter sweetie? Afraid that I might take your man for all eternity?" The woman looked at them revealing that she had bright red eyes. "Well, on second thought, that might be a valid concern in this case. I've never had fallen angel before and Pip could use a punching bag." She stepped toward Patch, her smile revealing a fanged mouth with too many sharp teeth. "Don't worry, I won't eat the bitch. She wouldn't be much use to me anyway." The last thing Nora saw before passing out was the woman's arm turn into a mass of shadow.
Nora was latter found dead of a broken neck. No trace of Patch was ever found.
Author:
arpeggio513
Background: From Chapter 26 (Part 2), in which Nora and Vee get a visit from the Weeping Angels
"Hello Nora," It was Vee, but she sounded different, monotone.
"Vee? What's wrong," Nora asked before remembering Elliot and Jules, "Vee are you safe? Did Elliot and Jules do something? I told you they were dang-"
"Elliot and Jules are dead Nora."
Nora was struck dumb, shock passing through her system. How did it happen? Was it Dabria?
"You were right Nora. Angels do exist. The Angels came for us Nora. They got Elliot and Jules." Vee droned out.
She must of been in shock, Nora thought.
"Vee where are you now? Where are you calling from."
"Outside the theater where you are."
Nora was about to express her relief, and Patch had finally given her some room, seemingly interested in what was going on, when it hit her.
"Vee how did you know I was at the theater?"
"I didn't. But the Angels did. They got me to you see."
Nora didn't know what to think, it was all to much for her. Vee continued talking.
"They took what was left of my conciousness and my phone and called you when they arrived outside the theater. I think they're just doing it to scare you."
Just then the lights started flickering.
Vee spoke one last time, "They're coming now Nora. Coming for you and Patch."
The lights went out.
Author: midoriri
Background: From Chapter 29, in response to Jules's stupidity in only having one henchman
As soon as Jules crumpled, Nora ran from the room, not even thinking to grab a weapon.
This ended up proving her downfall, as she had barely made it three steps out the classroom door when she felt a blunt object--a baseball bat--smack the back of her head. She dropped like a sack of bricks, the last thing she saw being a teenaged girl with unruly, dark hair standing over her, moonlight reflecting off her glasses.
The last thing she heard was "Dumbass. You really think the boss wouldn't have brought back-up?"
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