In which there are missing limbs
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katzenstreuAuthor: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: September 9th, 2012
Fandom: Crossover, The Darkness/One Man Cleanup Crew
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Evil had too much fun with this.
One, two, three bullets into the skull and they fall. They fall with a scream like like none Jackie has ever heard, and never shall leave his nightmares. They fall and do not get back up again.
A whistle cuts through the usual sound of bombings and firings that fill the Otherworld. Jackie turns, guns drawn, and faces a hooded figure. It is considerably shorter than him, perhaps four feet compared to his six, and there is a constant silhouette about it, expect for the eyes. The eyes are like the Darkness', without pupils and an unblinking streetlight yellow. Or so he thinks, as in the next moment their glow is gone and he can't make out anymore of the figure. "Those beauties could stop an elephant, couldn't they?" The voice is like a hiss, like metal scrapping, like echoes of something predatory drawing near. The voice is also like this place, a distant memory he tries to reach for, but it's too far gone.
"And just who the fuck are you?"
An illusion of fear, The Darkness hisses, then suddenly its voice turns sharp and poisonous. Go back and tell your kin to watch themselves with their meddling in my realm, in my dream.
"I don't babysit Death," says the figure, with a shrug, and turns to Jackie. "Anyway, I'd ask you the same, but the company you keep makes it obvious. You're the Darkness' new boy-toy." The words set off a spark of irritation in Jackie, and he is tempted to pull the trigger on this apparent denizen of hell. "Oh, go ahead; use them," a laugh, like a smoker's, comes out from beneath the hood, "but they won't work on me."
"If they can stop these fuckers, then I don't see why it can't stop you cold."
"Mmmm," hums the shadow in an unpleasant, out of tune way, "because I'm not like the rest of the bozos here. Right, Darkness?"
You try try my patience with each passing of the minutes, Evil, the Darkness spits out the name, and one of the head snaps threateningly.
"Evil?"
"That's what they call me, but really, you spell my name like this!" With that, the hood is thrown off and there is too much going on. Jackie sees his Uncle Paulie laughing, he sees Jenny's face, dead and growing cold and and hole on the side of her skull, and he even sees a flash of something blinding bright like the sun. Then, it all fades as it never happened, but new to the scene is the Darkness' savage growls and one of the heads with its jaws buried deep in the figure's shoulder.
"What," says Jackie, trying not to shake, "the hell was that?"
"Don't know; you tell me," the figure pulls apart from the jaws of the Darkness, with pull against it in turn, and there is the sickening sound of flesh tearing apart. The Darkness devours the whole arm in two bites. "Does that make up for it?"
Not even close, hisses the Darkness.
"Fuck you, then. I'll be wanting that back later," returns the one known as Evil, and turns once more back to Jackie. "I'd say it's nice to meet you, boy-toy. but it's really not. You look like you haven't bathed in a week and dress like a prick."
"...Better than dressing like I'm in the fuckin' dark ages," mutters Jackie, as Evil vanishes from sight in a swirl of something oddly bright.
Date Written: September 9th, 2012
Fandom: Crossover, The Darkness/One Man Cleanup Crew
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Evil had too much fun with this.
One, two, three bullets into the skull and they fall. They fall with a scream like like none Jackie has ever heard, and never shall leave his nightmares. They fall and do not get back up again.
A whistle cuts through the usual sound of bombings and firings that fill the Otherworld. Jackie turns, guns drawn, and faces a hooded figure. It is considerably shorter than him, perhaps four feet compared to his six, and there is a constant silhouette about it, expect for the eyes. The eyes are like the Darkness', without pupils and an unblinking streetlight yellow. Or so he thinks, as in the next moment their glow is gone and he can't make out anymore of the figure. "Those beauties could stop an elephant, couldn't they?" The voice is like a hiss, like metal scrapping, like echoes of something predatory drawing near. The voice is also like this place, a distant memory he tries to reach for, but it's too far gone.
"And just who the fuck are you?"
An illusion of fear, The Darkness hisses, then suddenly its voice turns sharp and poisonous. Go back and tell your kin to watch themselves with their meddling in my realm, in my dream.
"I don't babysit Death," says the figure, with a shrug, and turns to Jackie. "Anyway, I'd ask you the same, but the company you keep makes it obvious. You're the Darkness' new boy-toy." The words set off a spark of irritation in Jackie, and he is tempted to pull the trigger on this apparent denizen of hell. "Oh, go ahead; use them," a laugh, like a smoker's, comes out from beneath the hood, "but they won't work on me."
"If they can stop these fuckers, then I don't see why it can't stop you cold."
"Mmmm," hums the shadow in an unpleasant, out of tune way, "because I'm not like the rest of the bozos here. Right, Darkness?"
You try try my patience with each passing of the minutes, Evil, the Darkness spits out the name, and one of the head snaps threateningly.
"Evil?"
"That's what they call me, but really, you spell my name like this!" With that, the hood is thrown off and there is too much going on. Jackie sees his Uncle Paulie laughing, he sees Jenny's face, dead and growing cold and and hole on the side of her skull, and he even sees a flash of something blinding bright like the sun. Then, it all fades as it never happened, but new to the scene is the Darkness' savage growls and one of the heads with its jaws buried deep in the figure's shoulder.
"What," says Jackie, trying not to shake, "the hell was that?"
"Don't know; you tell me," the figure pulls apart from the jaws of the Darkness, with pull against it in turn, and there is the sickening sound of flesh tearing apart. The Darkness devours the whole arm in two bites. "Does that make up for it?"
Not even close, hisses the Darkness.
"Fuck you, then. I'll be wanting that back later," returns the one known as Evil, and turns once more back to Jackie. "I'd say it's nice to meet you, boy-toy. but it's really not. You look like you haven't bathed in a week and dress like a prick."
"...Better than dressing like I'm in the fuckin' dark ages," mutters Jackie, as Evil vanishes from sight in a swirl of something oddly bright.