Elle Bishop (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
electrokinetic) wrote2010-03-27 05:03 am
electrokinetic) wrote2010-03-27 05:03 am
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I Wish That I Was Bulletproof
I Wish That I Was Bulletproof
-For: Brave New World
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justprompts//"Low"
-In Which Elle deals with the aftermath of being possessed. You can find the thread where she gets possessed here.
-Word Count: 884
-Staring: Ruby![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leadshisarmy with honorable mentions of Dean Winchester startswinging, The Claires excheerleader & autophoenix, Sam Winchester getyourownpie, Other-Dean likedillinger, Peter Petrelli gota2ndchance and Sylar intuitivelyapt. Also stars the demon Rosier and an NPC victim.
In retrospect, it had been a bad idea to go out to fight demons without the amulet Dean had given her. So she had thrown it across her room somewhere, and it was probably underneath her bed or god knows where else, there wasn’t any excuse to her not trying to at least find it. It was stupid, and she knew it. But that small defiant, irrational part of her didn’t care. She would show him (or his spirit, ghost, whatever he was now) that she didn’t need his help.
Elle Bishop was known for many things in her life; thinking clearly and rationally is not on that list.
Which is how she got into this mess to begin with. When Ruby had invited her out, it had seemed so perfect. The Claires didn’t want her killing any more people, but she had all this pent up anger and nothing to do with it. So killing demons had seemed like a great solution. It started out as fun, like when she had hunted vampires with Buffy, but a little more challenging. She couldn’t kill the demons, but she could fry their vessels until they were inhabitable. And that was just as good, it seemed. Every blast she pictured Dean’s face as she caught him in bed with that whore. It stung and hurt and just pissed her off more. She didn’t want to admit that he had hurt her that badly, that she had cared that much. She thought she had learned not to get too attached after Sylar.
Apparently not.
But she still sent out blast after blast, destroying vessel after vessel, and it’s Ruby who noticed what’s going to happen next before she does. Her body froze up as a dark cloud enters inside of her, filling her. She felt hazy and out of touch as she lost control of herself.
Her body spoke, and it moved, but it wasn’t her. It was someone else. They made a bargain with Ruby, and there was nothing she could do. She wanted to believe Ruby is bluffing about bringing Sylar to Rosier. The last person any demon needed to get their hands on was Sylar (or was he Gabriel to her now? She can’t decide, and this is hardly the time). Her body was strong enough with the electricity, but his? Who could stop a demon in a body that powerful? Was it even possible? What if they tried to force Sam and the Other Dean to say yes, or something like that?
After Ruby left, Rosier cleaned up the bar, and eventually, other people arrive. Some of them were demons, some of them were not. Elle wasn’t sure how to tell one from the other, except for the occasional flash of coal black eyes. Elle Bishop wasn’t someone who got scared easily (except on airplanes) but she was terrified. What if they didn’t find a way to get her body back? Would they really care enough to try to exorcize her, or would they just shoot her to get rid of her?
The idea of dying again makes her sad. It was that old familiar worry that one cared about her, not the way she wanted to be. She wanted to be the most important person to someone, like Peter was to Sylar, or Sam was to Claire. She thought she had been that to Dean but apparently, she had been wrong.
As the bar filled up, Rosier began to chat up a pretty young boy with large naïve puppy dog eyes, and all Elle could do is watch. She watched as her body leans in and whispers sweet nothings into his hear. She watched as the kid fell for everything hook like and sinker. The kid followed Rosier, calling him Elle (she screams inside. She’s Elle. Isn’t she?) as they entered the back room. Rosier pressed the young boy against the wall, and right when it seems like they were going to kiss, the demon used the electricity from Elle’s hands to burn a whole through his chest.
He ripped the flesh from the skin and electrocuted it until it turned to ashes. Then he placed Elle’s hand on the boy’s still beating heart and began to course volt after volt of electricity into the body, watching as he flailed and cried out in pain. Elle felt sick from the display. She had tortured people, teased them with her electricity, even killed them with it, but nothing like this. This was worse. More vile. She would feel sick to her stomach if she felt at all connected with her body. What was the spiritual form of wanting to up chuck? Whatever it was, she was pretty sure she was experiencing it.
She had never felt so alone or stupid in her life. She had no one to blame but herself. If she had only remember to find that stupid amulet and swallowed her pride before going out, all of this could be avoided. But now her body was being used as a bargaining chip for something bigger, something better.
And there was nothing she could do.
That was the worst feeling of all of this. How hopeless she felt.
She had felt low before, but not like this.
Never quiet like this.
-For: Brave New World
-Comm:
justprompts//"Low"-In Which Elle deals with the aftermath of being possessed. You can find the thread where she gets possessed here.
-Word Count: 884
-Staring: Ruby
leadshisarmy with honorable mentions of Dean Winchester startswinging, The Claires excheerleader & autophoenix, Sam Winchester getyourownpie, Other-Dean likedillinger, Peter Petrelli gota2ndchance and Sylar intuitivelyapt. Also stars the demon Rosier and an NPC victim.In retrospect, it had been a bad idea to go out to fight demons without the amulet Dean had given her. So she had thrown it across her room somewhere, and it was probably underneath her bed or god knows where else, there wasn’t any excuse to her not trying to at least find it. It was stupid, and she knew it. But that small defiant, irrational part of her didn’t care. She would show him (or his spirit, ghost, whatever he was now) that she didn’t need his help.
Elle Bishop was known for many things in her life; thinking clearly and rationally is not on that list.
Which is how she got into this mess to begin with. When Ruby had invited her out, it had seemed so perfect. The Claires didn’t want her killing any more people, but she had all this pent up anger and nothing to do with it. So killing demons had seemed like a great solution. It started out as fun, like when she had hunted vampires with Buffy, but a little more challenging. She couldn’t kill the demons, but she could fry their vessels until they were inhabitable. And that was just as good, it seemed. Every blast she pictured Dean’s face as she caught him in bed with that whore. It stung and hurt and just pissed her off more. She didn’t want to admit that he had hurt her that badly, that she had cared that much. She thought she had learned not to get too attached after Sylar.
Apparently not.
But she still sent out blast after blast, destroying vessel after vessel, and it’s Ruby who noticed what’s going to happen next before she does. Her body froze up as a dark cloud enters inside of her, filling her. She felt hazy and out of touch as she lost control of herself.
Her body spoke, and it moved, but it wasn’t her. It was someone else. They made a bargain with Ruby, and there was nothing she could do. She wanted to believe Ruby is bluffing about bringing Sylar to Rosier. The last person any demon needed to get their hands on was Sylar (or was he Gabriel to her now? She can’t decide, and this is hardly the time). Her body was strong enough with the electricity, but his? Who could stop a demon in a body that powerful? Was it even possible? What if they tried to force Sam and the Other Dean to say yes, or something like that?
After Ruby left, Rosier cleaned up the bar, and eventually, other people arrive. Some of them were demons, some of them were not. Elle wasn’t sure how to tell one from the other, except for the occasional flash of coal black eyes. Elle Bishop wasn’t someone who got scared easily (except on airplanes) but she was terrified. What if they didn’t find a way to get her body back? Would they really care enough to try to exorcize her, or would they just shoot her to get rid of her?
The idea of dying again makes her sad. It was that old familiar worry that one cared about her, not the way she wanted to be. She wanted to be the most important person to someone, like Peter was to Sylar, or Sam was to Claire. She thought she had been that to Dean but apparently, she had been wrong.
As the bar filled up, Rosier began to chat up a pretty young boy with large naïve puppy dog eyes, and all Elle could do is watch. She watched as her body leans in and whispers sweet nothings into his hear. She watched as the kid fell for everything hook like and sinker. The kid followed Rosier, calling him Elle (she screams inside. She’s Elle. Isn’t she?) as they entered the back room. Rosier pressed the young boy against the wall, and right when it seems like they were going to kiss, the demon used the electricity from Elle’s hands to burn a whole through his chest.
He ripped the flesh from the skin and electrocuted it until it turned to ashes. Then he placed Elle’s hand on the boy’s still beating heart and began to course volt after volt of electricity into the body, watching as he flailed and cried out in pain. Elle felt sick from the display. She had tortured people, teased them with her electricity, even killed them with it, but nothing like this. This was worse. More vile. She would feel sick to her stomach if she felt at all connected with her body. What was the spiritual form of wanting to up chuck? Whatever it was, she was pretty sure she was experiencing it.
She had never felt so alone or stupid in her life. She had no one to blame but herself. If she had only remember to find that stupid amulet and swallowed her pride before going out, all of this could be avoided. But now her body was being used as a bargaining chip for something bigger, something better.
And there was nothing she could do.
That was the worst feeling of all of this. How hopeless she felt.
She had felt low before, but not like this.
Never quiet like this.
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Hrnnngh, Dean is going to come try and save her.
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Claire will try to save your ass. No one takes Elle away from her.
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Elle will make up standing Claire up later. Once she's...not possessed.