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irish_vagabond) wrote2018-08-13 09:23 pm
irish_vagabond) wrote2018-08-13 09:23 pm
OOM - Sundowner
[Continued from here.]
With Jesse not at the church, Cassidy jumped right back into the van and headed for the Sundowner Motel. Was he worried? Nah, not really. Concerned, maybe, but not exactly worried. Not yet. If the angels had him, Jesse could always use that voice command thingie on them and be done with it. Or his fists. Either way.
Sunrise was just a few hours away when Cassidy pulled into the motel parking lot. As he walked down the corridor toward the angels' room, he heard quite a ruckus going on behind the door. Yelling. Screaming. Banging, crashing, thudding.
Slowly, Cassidy tested the doorknob to see if it was unlocked. It turned. Just as slowly, he opened the door.
Blood and bodies. Blood and bodies everywhere. Literally everywhere.
On the floor at his feet, a small blonde woman was trying to claw Jesse's face off while simultaneously attempting to slit his throat with a Bowie knife. She was only impeded by the two angels, DeBlanc and Fiore, who were struggling to restrain her arms and legs. They almost had her. They almost--
Cassidy picked up a pistol with a silencer attached and shot the woman in the head. She went limp.
He grinned at them.
"You boys threw a party an' didn't invite me?"
Jesse, DeBlanc, and Fiore groaned and looked up at Cassidy with blood-spattered, disgruntled expressions.
Really?
"Oh, you're welcome, y'know," Cassidy scoffed.
Suddenly, off in the corner of the room, there was a whooshing sound and a bright flash of white-hot blue light.
The small blonde woman appeared again. She looked like a soccer mom, petite, wearing a cardigan and khakis. But this was no soccer mom.
This was one of the powerful Seraphim -- the highest order of angels. And with a screaming war cry, she attacked the three men with the blind fury of the heavenly host.
"Clones! Bloody clones!" Cassidy hollered.
The next several hours were spent trying to keep the Seraph from killing Jesse, but without killing her -- because like the other angels, she would only regenerate into another cloned body, and the fighting would never cease. And Jesse had been warned against using his power, or else everyone would be in even more trouble. Thus, after several hours, the tiny motel room began to pile up with broken furniture and the mangled remains of DeBlanc and Fiore, as the walls and ceiling became spectacularly decorated with arcs and splashes of blood.
And each time she did manage to die, she just kept coming back for more.
At some point in the melee, Jesse and Cassidy managed to wrestle her down onto the bathroom floor. Jesse slammed her head into the tile wall with a sharp crack, finally knocking her out cold.
Cassidy, his nose bloodied, his body battered as much as everyone else's, let out a breathless laugh. "D'you know what this reminds me of--?"
"Shut up, Cassidy," Jesse sighed.
"Fair enough."
So maybe it wasn't the time for humorous anecdotes.
Once DeBlanc and Fiore learned that the Seraph had been subdued, Fiore took it upon himself to handle it. Donning a protective face shield, and hefting up the chainsaw, he strode into the bathroom and shut the door.
Meanwhile, Jesse slumped down onto the one chair that wasn't broken and caught his breath. DeBlanc tensely paced back and forth -- as much as the tangle of limbs and bodies on the floor would allow him to pace. Cassidy stood by the bathroom door in case Fiore needed help. The chainsaw loudly buzzed away.
The curtained windows (one of which had either DeBlanc's or Fiore's body thrown halfway through it, it was hard to tell) were letting in the morning light. So did the bullet holes in the walls.
After about fifteen minutes, the bathroom door opened.
"Ohh, Jaysus, what'd you do?" said Cassidy with a grimace, peeking in on the scene that could not be unseen.
Fiore stepped out and lifted the blood-splattered mask, his own face a barely contained mask of nausea. "I disarticulated her," he announced, not very proud of himself.
Well, that would do it.
DeBlanc turned to Jesse. "We need Genesis back now," he said. Because surely after all this, Jesse would agree to it.
Cassidy's ears perked up. "Genesis?" he asked with an incredulous chuckle. Is that what Jesse's power was actually called? "What, like the bloody band? That's a terrible name!"
DeBlanc paid him no mind.
"Back into hiding?" said Jesse, his lip swollen and bloodied.
"Correct."
"You're what, Genesis's jailers?"
"No, no. We're its custodians."
"We take care of it," added Fiore, who was actually feeling pretty shitty right now.
"You let it get away," Jesse pointed out. Both angels were feeling pretty shitty, actually. "It escaped. How?"
"We don't know," said DeBlanc.
"Why me?" Jesse asked. "Why did it choose me?"
"We don't know that, either."
"We're just custodians," Fiore insisted.
Jesse paused, seemingly making up his mind there and then.
"I'm sorry -- I'm keepin' it," he finally said.
Cassidy was stunned at his decision, though not as stunned as the angels.
"What? You can't keep it!" said DeBlanc.
"I think I have to," said Jesse, with just a touch of righteous superiority.
"Listen, please, we need it back," DeBlanc pleaded, sounding desperate at this point. "We'll give you anything you want."
Jesse only stood his ground. "I have what I want... What God wants."
"God does not want this!"
"How do you know? Like you said, you're just custodians."
Fiore spoke up. "And you're just a person!" he scolded Jesse. "A sinful human being!"
Cassidy and Jesse had to admit, he had a point.
"True," Jesse conceded. "So if I'm wrong and God wants Genesis back, He can come and take it. Till then, I've still got a job to do." He got up on sore legs and picked up his jacket. Glancing around the room, he added, "Sorry about the mess. Cass, let's go."
As Jesse stepped over some bodies and left the room, Cassidy followed, slipping on his shades, putting on his straw rice paddy hat, and pulling the hood of his parka over it. Can't be too careful in the morning light.
The angels also followed.
"Oi! Oi! We can't let you do this!" DeBlanc yelled at Jesse as he and Fiore hurried after them out into the parking lot.
"You're not 'letting' me do anything," Jesse retorted.
"Consequences, Preacher! Unwelcome, unforeseen consequences." DeBlanc pointed back toward the room. "This? This is just the beginning."
But Jesse was unfazed, and he smirked. "I agree."
"We can't let you do this!" DeBlanc reached out and grabbed Jesse's arm. Which was a mistake.
Jesse whirled on them. His voice echoed, deep, thundering, and otherworldly: "Stay away from me!"
The angels had no choice but to obey Genesis. They stopped in their tracks, and stepped backward, rooted to the spot.
Cassidy silently witnessed this. It was one thing when Jesse tried it out on him just for shits and giggles. But he'd never seen Jesse use it on anyone else before until now -- and it was pretty fucking freaky. Almost scary, even.
As Jesse climbed in behind the wheel of his pickup truck, Cassidy hopped into the church van. They both drove off, leaving the two angels standing in the parking lot, contemplating the only other options they had left.
With Jesse not at the church, Cassidy jumped right back into the van and headed for the Sundowner Motel. Was he worried? Nah, not really. Concerned, maybe, but not exactly worried. Not yet. If the angels had him, Jesse could always use that voice command thingie on them and be done with it. Or his fists. Either way.
Sunrise was just a few hours away when Cassidy pulled into the motel parking lot. As he walked down the corridor toward the angels' room, he heard quite a ruckus going on behind the door. Yelling. Screaming. Banging, crashing, thudding.
Slowly, Cassidy tested the doorknob to see if it was unlocked. It turned. Just as slowly, he opened the door.
Blood and bodies. Blood and bodies everywhere. Literally everywhere.
On the floor at his feet, a small blonde woman was trying to claw Jesse's face off while simultaneously attempting to slit his throat with a Bowie knife. She was only impeded by the two angels, DeBlanc and Fiore, who were struggling to restrain her arms and legs. They almost had her. They almost--
Cassidy picked up a pistol with a silencer attached and shot the woman in the head. She went limp.
He grinned at them.
"You boys threw a party an' didn't invite me?"
Jesse, DeBlanc, and Fiore groaned and looked up at Cassidy with blood-spattered, disgruntled expressions.
Really?
"Oh, you're welcome, y'know," Cassidy scoffed.
Suddenly, off in the corner of the room, there was a whooshing sound and a bright flash of white-hot blue light.
The small blonde woman appeared again. She looked like a soccer mom, petite, wearing a cardigan and khakis. But this was no soccer mom.
This was one of the powerful Seraphim -- the highest order of angels. And with a screaming war cry, she attacked the three men with the blind fury of the heavenly host.
"Clones! Bloody clones!" Cassidy hollered.
The next several hours were spent trying to keep the Seraph from killing Jesse, but without killing her -- because like the other angels, she would only regenerate into another cloned body, and the fighting would never cease. And Jesse had been warned against using his power, or else everyone would be in even more trouble. Thus, after several hours, the tiny motel room began to pile up with broken furniture and the mangled remains of DeBlanc and Fiore, as the walls and ceiling became spectacularly decorated with arcs and splashes of blood.
And each time she did manage to die, she just kept coming back for more.
At some point in the melee, Jesse and Cassidy managed to wrestle her down onto the bathroom floor. Jesse slammed her head into the tile wall with a sharp crack, finally knocking her out cold.
Cassidy, his nose bloodied, his body battered as much as everyone else's, let out a breathless laugh. "D'you know what this reminds me of--?"
"Shut up, Cassidy," Jesse sighed.
"Fair enough."
So maybe it wasn't the time for humorous anecdotes.
Once DeBlanc and Fiore learned that the Seraph had been subdued, Fiore took it upon himself to handle it. Donning a protective face shield, and hefting up the chainsaw, he strode into the bathroom and shut the door.
Meanwhile, Jesse slumped down onto the one chair that wasn't broken and caught his breath. DeBlanc tensely paced back and forth -- as much as the tangle of limbs and bodies on the floor would allow him to pace. Cassidy stood by the bathroom door in case Fiore needed help. The chainsaw loudly buzzed away.
The curtained windows (one of which had either DeBlanc's or Fiore's body thrown halfway through it, it was hard to tell) were letting in the morning light. So did the bullet holes in the walls.
After about fifteen minutes, the bathroom door opened.
"Ohh, Jaysus, what'd you do?" said Cassidy with a grimace, peeking in on the scene that could not be unseen.
Fiore stepped out and lifted the blood-splattered mask, his own face a barely contained mask of nausea. "I disarticulated her," he announced, not very proud of himself.
Well, that would do it.
DeBlanc turned to Jesse. "We need Genesis back now," he said. Because surely after all this, Jesse would agree to it.
Cassidy's ears perked up. "Genesis?" he asked with an incredulous chuckle. Is that what Jesse's power was actually called? "What, like the bloody band? That's a terrible name!"
DeBlanc paid him no mind.
"Back into hiding?" said Jesse, his lip swollen and bloodied.
"Correct."
"You're what, Genesis's jailers?"
"No, no. We're its custodians."
"We take care of it," added Fiore, who was actually feeling pretty shitty right now.
"You let it get away," Jesse pointed out. Both angels were feeling pretty shitty, actually. "It escaped. How?"
"We don't know," said DeBlanc.
"Why me?" Jesse asked. "Why did it choose me?"
"We don't know that, either."
"We're just custodians," Fiore insisted.
Jesse paused, seemingly making up his mind there and then.
"I'm sorry -- I'm keepin' it," he finally said.
Cassidy was stunned at his decision, though not as stunned as the angels.
"What? You can't keep it!" said DeBlanc.
"I think I have to," said Jesse, with just a touch of righteous superiority.
"Listen, please, we need it back," DeBlanc pleaded, sounding desperate at this point. "We'll give you anything you want."
Jesse only stood his ground. "I have what I want... What God wants."
"God does not want this!"
"How do you know? Like you said, you're just custodians."
Fiore spoke up. "And you're just a person!" he scolded Jesse. "A sinful human being!"
Cassidy and Jesse had to admit, he had a point.
"True," Jesse conceded. "So if I'm wrong and God wants Genesis back, He can come and take it. Till then, I've still got a job to do." He got up on sore legs and picked up his jacket. Glancing around the room, he added, "Sorry about the mess. Cass, let's go."
As Jesse stepped over some bodies and left the room, Cassidy followed, slipping on his shades, putting on his straw rice paddy hat, and pulling the hood of his parka over it. Can't be too careful in the morning light.
The angels also followed.
"Oi! Oi! We can't let you do this!" DeBlanc yelled at Jesse as he and Fiore hurried after them out into the parking lot.
"You're not 'letting' me do anything," Jesse retorted.
"Consequences, Preacher! Unwelcome, unforeseen consequences." DeBlanc pointed back toward the room. "This? This is just the beginning."
But Jesse was unfazed, and he smirked. "I agree."
"We can't let you do this!" DeBlanc reached out and grabbed Jesse's arm. Which was a mistake.
Jesse whirled on them. His voice echoed, deep, thundering, and otherworldly: "Stay away from me!"
The angels had no choice but to obey Genesis. They stopped in their tracks, and stepped backward, rooted to the spot.
Cassidy silently witnessed this. It was one thing when Jesse tried it out on him just for shits and giggles. But he'd never seen Jesse use it on anyone else before until now -- and it was pretty fucking freaky. Almost scary, even.
As Jesse climbed in behind the wheel of his pickup truck, Cassidy hopped into the church van. They both drove off, leaving the two angels standing in the parking lot, contemplating the only other options they had left.