![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a_qHere we go, fills 11-15 and 16-20!
Cassie Holmes (Push) & Mindy Macready (Kick-Ass)
11. Confusion
Cassie stared at the picture in her sketch book and wondered what to make out of it. In the picture, a girl with bright purple hair stood above three men, laying on the floor. Cassie turned the picture this way and that, but she couldn't decide if she had meant them to be dead or just unconscious. Cassie had been drawing this purple haired girl for days now, but she didn't know why. She didn't know where to go to find this girl, because her visions gave her no help on this. Just the girl, and the men. That was all.
Cassie sighed and closed the sketch book. She checked her pockets to see if she had any money left. She hadn't had anything to eat for two days and she was starving. Maybe she could get a chocolate bar from the vending machine...
“Want this? The machine gave me extra,” a girl said next to her. The delicious scent of hot cocoa wafted through the air and Cassie looked up, surprised. It wasn't easy to surprise her, and she hardly remembered when that had last happened. She had not seen this meeting in her future. The girl was frail looking, with long blonde her and charming smile. There was something sharp and alert about her, something dangerous. So Cassie shook her head and turned slightly, like she was just waiting for the buss. The girl didn't seem to take the hint. She sat beside her on the bench, setting the plastic cup down.
“So. Who do you work for? Red Mist? Some other douche bag with fetish about super-heroes? And don't make a move girlie, I'll cut you open in a second if you reach for your bag.”
Cassie glanced sideways. The girl was smiling, but she was also holding a knife, half hidden in her sleeve. It was a sharp knife, Cassie could tell.
“Excuse me?”
“You've been drawing my picture for hours now. I don't like that. So. Let's try this again. Who do you work for?”
“Right. You've been watching me draw, and I'm the suspicious one? Please. And I don't know any of those people you are talking about.”
The girl seemed unsure for a moment, and since Cassie hadn't moved or done anything remotely threatening, she slipped her knife back whatever holder she had in her sleeve.
“Huh. So... Say that I believe you. Why are you drawing my pictures then?”
“I'm not drawing you, I'm drawing this...Purple haired girl with a cape!” Cassie said, frustrated. The girl started laughing, her face lighting up with glee. Cassie stared at her for a moment, then reached for the cup of cocoa.
“Right. I'm hungry, so I'm bit dense. Why do you wear the cape for?”
12. Bitter
“You can't trust anyone,” Mindy says coldly. “Enemies can hide anywhere.”
Cassie just nods and turns her pen around and around against the paper. She knows that enemies are hiding close, she can see them moving through the shadows of the coming future. There was a bitter struggle, waiting for them.
13. Afterlife
“You know, I've always wanted to be a dancer,” Mindy said one evening, laying on the bed and lazily peeling an orange. The sweet juices stained her fingers, and dripped on the sheets. Cassie wanted to tell her to be careful, but she saw that it was pointless. Mindy would eat an orange in her bed tomorrow. Sometimes the things she saw had no great purpose, or so she had figured.
“I'm looking for the winning lottery ticket myself,” Cassie said and Mindy laughed at that.
“You can see the future, but you are poor as a church rat. I have money, but I can't spent any without raising alarm. Isn't that hilarious coincidence!”
“There is no coincidences,” Cassie said, and sighed. “At least you have a dream. I don't have even that. I've seen my own death dozens of times.”
“But none of those times happened, you know. You are still here,” Mindy said and bit into the sweet fruit. Cassie smiled, not having the heart to tell that even though she had survived, everything had happened, just so.
14. Daybreak
Mindy turned and kicked, a beautiful, fluid motion that broke the mans ribs and dropped him on to the floor, groaning in pain. Mindy didn't stop moving, she just changed her point of balance; one moment at the tip of her toes, then falling back closer to the ground to find momentum for a graceful leap over the upturned desk. Cassie hold the gun in her hand, like she had done so her whole life. There was three bullets left, she knew there was, she saw the possible outcomes flashing inside her head like bursts of light. She raised her hand, waiting. One more man would attack, one that Mindy wouldn't see. Cassie waited. It felt like this night would go on forever.
15. Audience
They kiss, standing in front of Mindy's school. They don't care about anyone else, but each other. Mindy tastes like chocolate, Cassie thinks. Past and the future stop moving inside her head, and the time stands still.
People clap and whistle, but it is just white noise of no importance.
Anyanka (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) & Marianne Dashwood (Jane Austen: Sense And Sensibility)
16. Endless sorrow
At first, there wasn't much to work with. The girl was heart-broken and hurt, but this applied to every case file that was handed to Anyanka. D'Hoffryn had insisted that she should take a personal look in this, and Anyanka followed the orders, as she always did.
So she appeared into the small social circle of Miss Marianne Dashwood, and she was quickly filled in with the unfortunate events concerning her and the infamous Willoughby. This didn't move Anyanka for the slightest, not until she had the pleasure to meet Miss Marianne face to face. The girls pain was like the ocean; deep, endless and full of raw power. D'Hoffryn had been right, once again. This heartbreak was certainly worth the personal touch.
17. Fireworks
“I will never forget him, never!” Marianne sobbed, for the hundredth time. Anyanka sighed and stared intently on her embroidery work. She had no idea why she had to hold this piece of cloth, but it seemed to be very important. For her, it seemed like a clever, yet satanic plot to ruin a vengeance demons mental health.
“Dear girl, but do you wish you could forget him?” Anyanka inquired, her interest piqued again. Maybe this might be it, the magic word with something vague enough so she could get creative.
“Oh Miss Jenkins, how can you ask me of such thing? I shan't forget him, nor do I wish to!”
Anyanka sighed and considered what would happen if she would just fling the stupid piece of cloth across the room and reveal her demon face for this spineless girl. Maybe she would finally stutter a wish of grievous bodily harm out of her mouth. As Anyanka was thinking this, Marianne surprised her by suddenly standing up, flinging her own embroidery work to the floor and running out of the room. Her sobs could be clearly heard even through the closed doors. Anyanka raised an eyebrow for such a display. Maybe the girl had some potential after all.
18. Wishing
“Please Marianne, you can trust me! Tell me your hearts desire. What would you like to happen to Willoughby?”
“Miss Jenkins, I wish you would stop pestering me with this matter.”
19. Happy birthday to you
Just when Anyanka was ready to give up and move on, Marianne approached her during the festivities in the honor of her birthday. It really wasn't her birthday, Anyanka had just made that up, only to have an excuse to throw a party where Marianne would be easy to invite. It worked, except the girl had avoided her all evening. Until the last possible moment. Now she stood there, in front of Anyanka, eyes full of unshed tears yet again.
“Miss Jenkins, I do wish I have not angered you with my ill tempered words.”
“Not at all, Miss Dashwood,” Anyanka said, noticing how her cold tone made the poor creature shrink back. If she wasn't going to make a wish, Anyanka would have her fun in other ways.
“I do have one wish, if you would like to hear it? As a present from me.”
“Of course! I love presents!”
20. Tomorrow
Marianne's wish was a thing of beauty. Anyanka marveled the exquisite details, the almost infinite possibilities, her careful choice of words. The girl had so much promise, it made Anyanka jealous. But then again, to have a such a protegee, that would set Anyanka apart from the rest of the vengeance demons.
“Marianne, I want you to listen very carefully now. Do you wish to be like me? See the world, never to be worried about such things as money or shelter? Immerse yourself into the depths of your emotions? Say yes and the future is yours.”
Cassie Holmes (Push) & Mindy Macready (Kick-Ass)
11. Confusion
Cassie stared at the picture in her sketch book and wondered what to make out of it. In the picture, a girl with bright purple hair stood above three men, laying on the floor. Cassie turned the picture this way and that, but she couldn't decide if she had meant them to be dead or just unconscious. Cassie had been drawing this purple haired girl for days now, but she didn't know why. She didn't know where to go to find this girl, because her visions gave her no help on this. Just the girl, and the men. That was all.
Cassie sighed and closed the sketch book. She checked her pockets to see if she had any money left. She hadn't had anything to eat for two days and she was starving. Maybe she could get a chocolate bar from the vending machine...
“Want this? The machine gave me extra,” a girl said next to her. The delicious scent of hot cocoa wafted through the air and Cassie looked up, surprised. It wasn't easy to surprise her, and she hardly remembered when that had last happened. She had not seen this meeting in her future. The girl was frail looking, with long blonde her and charming smile. There was something sharp and alert about her, something dangerous. So Cassie shook her head and turned slightly, like she was just waiting for the buss. The girl didn't seem to take the hint. She sat beside her on the bench, setting the plastic cup down.
“So. Who do you work for? Red Mist? Some other douche bag with fetish about super-heroes? And don't make a move girlie, I'll cut you open in a second if you reach for your bag.”
Cassie glanced sideways. The girl was smiling, but she was also holding a knife, half hidden in her sleeve. It was a sharp knife, Cassie could tell.
“Excuse me?”
“You've been drawing my picture for hours now. I don't like that. So. Let's try this again. Who do you work for?”
“Right. You've been watching me draw, and I'm the suspicious one? Please. And I don't know any of those people you are talking about.”
The girl seemed unsure for a moment, and since Cassie hadn't moved or done anything remotely threatening, she slipped her knife back whatever holder she had in her sleeve.
“Huh. So... Say that I believe you. Why are you drawing my pictures then?”
“I'm not drawing you, I'm drawing this...Purple haired girl with a cape!” Cassie said, frustrated. The girl started laughing, her face lighting up with glee. Cassie stared at her for a moment, then reached for the cup of cocoa.
“Right. I'm hungry, so I'm bit dense. Why do you wear the cape for?”
12. Bitter
“You can't trust anyone,” Mindy says coldly. “Enemies can hide anywhere.”
Cassie just nods and turns her pen around and around against the paper. She knows that enemies are hiding close, she can see them moving through the shadows of the coming future. There was a bitter struggle, waiting for them.
13. Afterlife
“You know, I've always wanted to be a dancer,” Mindy said one evening, laying on the bed and lazily peeling an orange. The sweet juices stained her fingers, and dripped on the sheets. Cassie wanted to tell her to be careful, but she saw that it was pointless. Mindy would eat an orange in her bed tomorrow. Sometimes the things she saw had no great purpose, or so she had figured.
“I'm looking for the winning lottery ticket myself,” Cassie said and Mindy laughed at that.
“You can see the future, but you are poor as a church rat. I have money, but I can't spent any without raising alarm. Isn't that hilarious coincidence!”
“There is no coincidences,” Cassie said, and sighed. “At least you have a dream. I don't have even that. I've seen my own death dozens of times.”
“But none of those times happened, you know. You are still here,” Mindy said and bit into the sweet fruit. Cassie smiled, not having the heart to tell that even though she had survived, everything had happened, just so.
14. Daybreak
Mindy turned and kicked, a beautiful, fluid motion that broke the mans ribs and dropped him on to the floor, groaning in pain. Mindy didn't stop moving, she just changed her point of balance; one moment at the tip of her toes, then falling back closer to the ground to find momentum for a graceful leap over the upturned desk. Cassie hold the gun in her hand, like she had done so her whole life. There was three bullets left, she knew there was, she saw the possible outcomes flashing inside her head like bursts of light. She raised her hand, waiting. One more man would attack, one that Mindy wouldn't see. Cassie waited. It felt like this night would go on forever.
15. Audience
They kiss, standing in front of Mindy's school. They don't care about anyone else, but each other. Mindy tastes like chocolate, Cassie thinks. Past and the future stop moving inside her head, and the time stands still.
People clap and whistle, but it is just white noise of no importance.
Anyanka (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) & Marianne Dashwood (Jane Austen: Sense And Sensibility)
16. Endless sorrow
At first, there wasn't much to work with. The girl was heart-broken and hurt, but this applied to every case file that was handed to Anyanka. D'Hoffryn had insisted that she should take a personal look in this, and Anyanka followed the orders, as she always did.
So she appeared into the small social circle of Miss Marianne Dashwood, and she was quickly filled in with the unfortunate events concerning her and the infamous Willoughby. This didn't move Anyanka for the slightest, not until she had the pleasure to meet Miss Marianne face to face. The girls pain was like the ocean; deep, endless and full of raw power. D'Hoffryn had been right, once again. This heartbreak was certainly worth the personal touch.
17. Fireworks
“I will never forget him, never!” Marianne sobbed, for the hundredth time. Anyanka sighed and stared intently on her embroidery work. She had no idea why she had to hold this piece of cloth, but it seemed to be very important. For her, it seemed like a clever, yet satanic plot to ruin a vengeance demons mental health.
“Dear girl, but do you wish you could forget him?” Anyanka inquired, her interest piqued again. Maybe this might be it, the magic word with something vague enough so she could get creative.
“Oh Miss Jenkins, how can you ask me of such thing? I shan't forget him, nor do I wish to!”
Anyanka sighed and considered what would happen if she would just fling the stupid piece of cloth across the room and reveal her demon face for this spineless girl. Maybe she would finally stutter a wish of grievous bodily harm out of her mouth. As Anyanka was thinking this, Marianne surprised her by suddenly standing up, flinging her own embroidery work to the floor and running out of the room. Her sobs could be clearly heard even through the closed doors. Anyanka raised an eyebrow for such a display. Maybe the girl had some potential after all.
18. Wishing
“Please Marianne, you can trust me! Tell me your hearts desire. What would you like to happen to Willoughby?”
“Miss Jenkins, I wish you would stop pestering me with this matter.”
19. Happy birthday to you
Just when Anyanka was ready to give up and move on, Marianne approached her during the festivities in the honor of her birthday. It really wasn't her birthday, Anyanka had just made that up, only to have an excuse to throw a party where Marianne would be easy to invite. It worked, except the girl had avoided her all evening. Until the last possible moment. Now she stood there, in front of Anyanka, eyes full of unshed tears yet again.
“Miss Jenkins, I do wish I have not angered you with my ill tempered words.”
“Not at all, Miss Dashwood,” Anyanka said, noticing how her cold tone made the poor creature shrink back. If she wasn't going to make a wish, Anyanka would have her fun in other ways.
“I do have one wish, if you would like to hear it? As a present from me.”
“Of course! I love presents!”
20. Tomorrow
Marianne's wish was a thing of beauty. Anyanka marveled the exquisite details, the almost infinite possibilities, her careful choice of words. The girl had so much promise, it made Anyanka jealous. But then again, to have a such a protegee, that would set Anyanka apart from the rest of the vengeance demons.
“Marianne, I want you to listen very carefully now. Do you wish to be like me? See the world, never to be worried about such things as money or shelter? Immerse yourself into the depths of your emotions? Say yes and the future is yours.”