"Cake or Death" (an SPN fic)
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Title: Cake or Death
Fandom: Supernatural
Character: Ava
Rating: PG-13?
Disclaimer: Kripke's boys (and girl). I own none of them. But I'll post the cake recipe if anyone wants it. Cake or Death is from Eddie Izzard, conceptually.
Summary: Ava makes a choice - cake or death? Takes place just before All Hell Breaks Loose.
She's put on a few pounds in the five months she's been in this miserable, dusty town. She'd like to have more showers, of course, and a margarita might be nice once in a while, but the cake is damned good.
It's always devil's food cake.
Ironic, isn't it?
Every time, she clears out a new bunch of idiotic kids - college brats who think they're so smart, pretty football players who can be so condescending, clingy dental hygenists who wibble and fret - she outsmarts all of them and they all go down in tears or in shock or sometimes, without a chance to react at all.
She doesn't have to clean up the messes. The bodies are all gone within a few minutes once she dispatches the last of them. Every time. They just disapear. And she doesn't wonder where they go, or if she does wonder, she really doesn't care anymore. They were weak, she is strong.
They get death. She gets cake. A picnic on a red blanket and a key to a bathroom with a lovely hot shower that's always stocked with gems from Lush and a comfortable bed with downy pillows and....
And then she wakes up locked in the shed and the game starts all over again.
Unbeta-ed. Written on a handheld at 11:30 pm on Thursday, May 10.
: flumps. I go sleep now.
Fandom: Supernatural
Character: Ava
Rating: PG-13?
Disclaimer: Kripke's boys (and girl). I own none of them. But I'll post the cake recipe if anyone wants it. Cake or Death is from Eddie Izzard, conceptually.
Summary: Ava makes a choice - cake or death? Takes place just before All Hell Breaks Loose.
She's put on a few pounds in the five months she's been in this miserable, dusty town. She'd like to have more showers, of course, and a margarita might be nice once in a while, but the cake is damned good.
It's always devil's food cake.
Ironic, isn't it?
Every time, she clears out a new bunch of idiotic kids - college brats who think they're so smart, pretty football players who can be so condescending, clingy dental hygenists who wibble and fret - she outsmarts all of them and they all go down in tears or in shock or sometimes, without a chance to react at all.
She doesn't have to clean up the messes. The bodies are all gone within a few minutes once she dispatches the last of them. Every time. They just disapear. And she doesn't wonder where they go, or if she does wonder, she really doesn't care anymore. They were weak, she is strong.
They get death. She gets cake. A picnic on a red blanket and a key to a bathroom with a lovely hot shower that's always stocked with gems from Lush and a comfortable bed with downy pillows and....
And then she wakes up locked in the shed and the game starts all over again.
Unbeta-ed. Written on a handheld at 11:30 pm on Thursday, May 10.
: flumps. I go sleep now.
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Date: 2007-05-13 08:30 pm (UTC)