When Apollo was taken by those fucking imposters, I knew what I wanted to do. I was going to find them, and I was going to rip them apart with my bare hands, start with fingernails and work inward. Flesh and blood, and hair and skin, until they all howled for mercy. And I would say nothing and break every bone in their bodies, while my own skin remained cold and inside even colder. Revenge is best-served cold, they say, and there is no one colder than I am without him.
But before I could enact my revenge, there was one little problem giggling in my ear: Jenny Quantum. She needed protection and care, and I was the only person I trusted in the whole world to give her those things. Well, if I could find them, I'd dump her off on Majestic or Zealot, because nobody fucks with them and they know Jenny, but they'd made themselves scarce. That left me. Furious as I was, revenge would have to wait until Jenny was safe.
But soon, I would bring them hell, and they'd learn why it was a terrible, terrible thing to steal the source of my warmth away from me.
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To Bring Hell
Date: 2007-06-03 08:36 pm (UTC)But before I could enact my revenge, there was one little problem giggling in my ear: Jenny Quantum. She needed protection and care, and I was the only person I trusted in the whole world to give her those things. Well, if I could find them, I'd dump her off on Majestic or Zealot, because nobody fucks with them and they know Jenny, but they'd made themselves scarce. That left me. Furious as I was, revenge would have to wait until Jenny was safe.
But soon, I would bring them hell, and they'd learn why it was a terrible, terrible thing to steal the source of my warmth away from me.