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emeraldsnakesTitle: Zero’s and One’s
Challenge: Dr. Badass – Character Week: Ash
Words: 169
Extra: Won me Most Creative
Ash discovered it all purely by accident. He’d hacked his way through government websites, budding social networks, games and whatever else he thought would be fun to mess with.
There’d been a rumour going around about the site, that people daring to look at it had died mysterious deaths. Ash hadn’t been able to resist. His plan had been to hack in and tear it all apart, disproving the rumours.
What he’d gotten was a ghost, a little cyber nerdy dude not that much different from him who’d taken exception to his meddling and tried to attack. He attacked with zeros and ones and if it hadn’t been creepy as hell he’d have laughed his ass off. But that hadn’t been the weirdest thing.
The weirdest thing had been the two cyber salt wielding brothers who’d followed the ghost and exorcised it. They’d complemented his hair, his computer skillz and then warned him to be more careful before jumping back into cyber space.
Ash drank a lot that night.
Title: Balthazar’s Stash
Challenge: Inanimately
Words: 681
Extra:
Everything was silent when the door opened. That’s how it usually was. Shelves lined the small closet like room that was more than a closet because it was lined with some of the most powerful Enochian sigils. The Angel stepped in and placed an item on one of the shelves before leaving again, locking the door behind him and reactivating the major wards.
A small stick of wood twitched, “So, who’s the new guy?”
A hunk of salt rolled to the edge of his ledge and peered across the room, “It look like a...I don’t know what it is.”
The new weapon, because that’s what all of them were, let out a loud A flat, “I’m the Horn of Truth. Don’t you know a magnificent instrument when you see it?”
Something snorted from the far end of the room but otherwise remained silent.
“Don’t pay attention to that old pile of swords,” one part of the Staff of Moses said with a roll of its nonexistent eyes. “They’re just jealous we’ve been getting more action recently. Well, my other parts and Lot’s Salt up there.”
“Dude!” the middle third of the Staff of Moses rolled to the front and vertical. “How’d you get here? I haven’t seen you in forever!”
“Shut up,” the upper third droned in a bored voice.
The middle third made an aborted, more than likely rude movement towards its counterpart, “Why are you so rude Top?”
“Because you’re annoying,” Top replied. “Leave me alone.”
“Well he’s definitely not a happy fellow,” the Horn of Truth said in C.
“Yeah, that’s normal for him,” Bottom explained. “What are you doing here anyways? I thought you ran off with your owner.”
Horn of Truth let out a harsh, off tune F, “I was with Gabriel for a while, before he locked me up to hide me. Never really wanted any Apocalypse business in the first place. Heard it happened anyways.”
“Sure did,” Lot’s Salt told him. “Lucifer rose and everything. Heard some nerdy little angel dude helped the humans make it right.”
Middle scoffed, “Angels aren’t nerdy Salt.”
“They are too,” Salt argued petulantly. “This one was particularly nerdy, apparently.”
There was another snort from the Sword Corner but they all ignored it.
“How long have you guys been here?” Truth asked.
“It’s been a while,” Salt replied. He rolled around on his shelf, past a few heavy sleeping weapons he didn’t like talking to anyways cause they were boring and a lot like Top to get a better view of Truth. “Since the end of the Apocalypse I think.”
“Bastard fucking split us,” Bottom complained.
“But I like being split!” Middle whined. “Top’s annoying.”
“Together we’re more powerful,” Bottom argued.
“Why were you split?” Truth interrupted.
The two lower pieces of the Moses Staff turned to him.
“How are we supposed to know?” Bottom asked.
“Yea,” Middle agreed. “All I remember is that angel coming in, dividing us then taking Top away for a while. I wish he’d stayed gone.”
“Shut up,” Top droned.
“You shut up Top,” Middle snapped. He nudged Salt, “Watch this.”
Middle shuddered, made a few odd moaning sounds that caused Truth to let out a low A sharp of despair and then suddenly the room was filled with frogs.
“Oi, what the hell?” and various other cries of alarm rang around the room. Middle rolled around pleased with himself, the Sword Corner became like a circus as the swords jumped, flipped themselves and smote every frog that came too close.
“Middle, reverse this mess!” Bottom demanded, “Or I’m going to be forced to take drastic measures.”
Middle was unable to reply because the door suddenly opened and the angel stepped into the room. The weapons froze as he walked in, banished all the frogs with a flick of his hand – Middle softly compared him to a Jedi Master and Salt wondered how in the hell he’d come up with such a ridiculous notion – and then muttered something about being forced to separate them. The weapons just waited to see what he would do.
Title: Unlawful Use of Firearms
Challenge: Inanimately
Words: 500
Extra:
I wasn’t created for this, not like this anyways. I’m a weapon for Heaven, created with the intent that I could kill anything whether it be demon, vampire, ghost or pagan. Created in Heaven with pure Grace over hours of Enochian spell work and one of thousands. I’m not supposed to be used for this. I’m not meant to kill angels, my wielders and creators. I’m a holy sword, not as great as an Archangel Sword but still pretty awesome in my own right. I do not have limitations like the Staff of Moses or Lot’s Salt which only kill humans and less powerful supernatural beings. I can kill anything, but this? What they’re making me do goes against everything.
I know why I was wielded against Lucifer. The fallen Archangel went against the Creator’s will and my wielder had only been doing what he believed was right. I don’t know why I had to be used against the others of the host. They were not fallen, they weren’t condemned by the Creator and yet I was the tool used to slay them. Not some other sword, not some entirely different weapon; me. I have that stain on me though I don’t know if my wielder would even call it a stain. I doubt he would, he’s odd like that. Different from how he’d used to be and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. It’s not if it means I’ll be used against more angels.
It should never have happened, but it did. Over and over again my wielder used me to slay his brothers and sisters and till it continues. Will it ever stop? Will there be a time when I will be used for my rightful purpose? That small anomaly where I killed hellhounds didn’t count because I could tell I was being wielded by a demon. The taint of those hands on me, the evil, and the ease with which my wielder gave me up to her.
What kind of an angel willingly gives up the weapon that could kill them to a demon? What had been going through my wielder’s mind, because I surely can’t understand it. She just reached in and took me from him and he didn’t even try to stop her. She didn’t kill him either, she killed hellhounds, beings on her side, beings that followed her kind. And then she gave me back to him.
I wish I knew what was going on but I’m just a weapon. It’s not my place to know the Creator’s plans, or to know my wielder’s mind. I kill. I have no say on who I kill and no way to stop it. I have no way to change my wielder’s mind and I don’t know if I could, even if it was possible. If I had that one little glimpse though, than I think everything would make sense, I would be able to understand and not have to continue questioning Castiel.
Challenge: Dr. Badass – Character Week: Ash
Words: 169
Extra: Won me Most Creative
Ash discovered it all purely by accident. He’d hacked his way through government websites, budding social networks, games and whatever else he thought would be fun to mess with.
There’d been a rumour going around about the site, that people daring to look at it had died mysterious deaths. Ash hadn’t been able to resist. His plan had been to hack in and tear it all apart, disproving the rumours.
What he’d gotten was a ghost, a little cyber nerdy dude not that much different from him who’d taken exception to his meddling and tried to attack. He attacked with zeros and ones and if it hadn’t been creepy as hell he’d have laughed his ass off. But that hadn’t been the weirdest thing.
The weirdest thing had been the two cyber salt wielding brothers who’d followed the ghost and exorcised it. They’d complemented his hair, his computer skillz and then warned him to be more careful before jumping back into cyber space.
Ash drank a lot that night.
Title: Balthazar’s Stash
Challenge: Inanimately
Words: 681
Extra:
Everything was silent when the door opened. That’s how it usually was. Shelves lined the small closet like room that was more than a closet because it was lined with some of the most powerful Enochian sigils. The Angel stepped in and placed an item on one of the shelves before leaving again, locking the door behind him and reactivating the major wards.
A small stick of wood twitched, “So, who’s the new guy?”
A hunk of salt rolled to the edge of his ledge and peered across the room, “It look like a...I don’t know what it is.”
The new weapon, because that’s what all of them were, let out a loud A flat, “I’m the Horn of Truth. Don’t you know a magnificent instrument when you see it?”
Something snorted from the far end of the room but otherwise remained silent.
“Don’t pay attention to that old pile of swords,” one part of the Staff of Moses said with a roll of its nonexistent eyes. “They’re just jealous we’ve been getting more action recently. Well, my other parts and Lot’s Salt up there.”
“Dude!” the middle third of the Staff of Moses rolled to the front and vertical. “How’d you get here? I haven’t seen you in forever!”
“Shut up,” the upper third droned in a bored voice.
The middle third made an aborted, more than likely rude movement towards its counterpart, “Why are you so rude Top?”
“Because you’re annoying,” Top replied. “Leave me alone.”
“Well he’s definitely not a happy fellow,” the Horn of Truth said in C.
“Yeah, that’s normal for him,” Bottom explained. “What are you doing here anyways? I thought you ran off with your owner.”
Horn of Truth let out a harsh, off tune F, “I was with Gabriel for a while, before he locked me up to hide me. Never really wanted any Apocalypse business in the first place. Heard it happened anyways.”
“Sure did,” Lot’s Salt told him. “Lucifer rose and everything. Heard some nerdy little angel dude helped the humans make it right.”
Middle scoffed, “Angels aren’t nerdy Salt.”
“They are too,” Salt argued petulantly. “This one was particularly nerdy, apparently.”
There was another snort from the Sword Corner but they all ignored it.
“How long have you guys been here?” Truth asked.
“It’s been a while,” Salt replied. He rolled around on his shelf, past a few heavy sleeping weapons he didn’t like talking to anyways cause they were boring and a lot like Top to get a better view of Truth. “Since the end of the Apocalypse I think.”
“Bastard fucking split us,” Bottom complained.
“But I like being split!” Middle whined. “Top’s annoying.”
“Together we’re more powerful,” Bottom argued.
“Why were you split?” Truth interrupted.
The two lower pieces of the Moses Staff turned to him.
“How are we supposed to know?” Bottom asked.
“Yea,” Middle agreed. “All I remember is that angel coming in, dividing us then taking Top away for a while. I wish he’d stayed gone.”
“Shut up,” Top droned.
“You shut up Top,” Middle snapped. He nudged Salt, “Watch this.”
Middle shuddered, made a few odd moaning sounds that caused Truth to let out a low A sharp of despair and then suddenly the room was filled with frogs.
“Oi, what the hell?” and various other cries of alarm rang around the room. Middle rolled around pleased with himself, the Sword Corner became like a circus as the swords jumped, flipped themselves and smote every frog that came too close.
“Middle, reverse this mess!” Bottom demanded, “Or I’m going to be forced to take drastic measures.”
Middle was unable to reply because the door suddenly opened and the angel stepped into the room. The weapons froze as he walked in, banished all the frogs with a flick of his hand – Middle softly compared him to a Jedi Master and Salt wondered how in the hell he’d come up with such a ridiculous notion – and then muttered something about being forced to separate them. The weapons just waited to see what he would do.
Title: Unlawful Use of Firearms
Challenge: Inanimately
Words: 500
Extra:
I wasn’t created for this, not like this anyways. I’m a weapon for Heaven, created with the intent that I could kill anything whether it be demon, vampire, ghost or pagan. Created in Heaven with pure Grace over hours of Enochian spell work and one of thousands. I’m not supposed to be used for this. I’m not meant to kill angels, my wielders and creators. I’m a holy sword, not as great as an Archangel Sword but still pretty awesome in my own right. I do not have limitations like the Staff of Moses or Lot’s Salt which only kill humans and less powerful supernatural beings. I can kill anything, but this? What they’re making me do goes against everything.
I know why I was wielded against Lucifer. The fallen Archangel went against the Creator’s will and my wielder had only been doing what he believed was right. I don’t know why I had to be used against the others of the host. They were not fallen, they weren’t condemned by the Creator and yet I was the tool used to slay them. Not some other sword, not some entirely different weapon; me. I have that stain on me though I don’t know if my wielder would even call it a stain. I doubt he would, he’s odd like that. Different from how he’d used to be and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. It’s not if it means I’ll be used against more angels.
It should never have happened, but it did. Over and over again my wielder used me to slay his brothers and sisters and till it continues. Will it ever stop? Will there be a time when I will be used for my rightful purpose? That small anomaly where I killed hellhounds didn’t count because I could tell I was being wielded by a demon. The taint of those hands on me, the evil, and the ease with which my wielder gave me up to her.
What kind of an angel willingly gives up the weapon that could kill them to a demon? What had been going through my wielder’s mind, because I surely can’t understand it. She just reached in and took me from him and he didn’t even try to stop her. She didn’t kill him either, she killed hellhounds, beings on her side, beings that followed her kind. And then she gave me back to him.
I wish I knew what was going on but I’m just a weapon. It’s not my place to know the Creator’s plans, or to know my wielder’s mind. I kill. I have no say on who I kill and no way to stop it. I have no way to change my wielder’s mind and I don’t know if I could, even if it was possible. If I had that one little glimpse though, than I think everything would make sense, I would be able to understand and not have to continue questioning Castiel.
