Title: To The Ground
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Don't own Angel, Joss does. :(
A/N: A story set int he possible near future after Wolfram and Hart has taken Connor and killed him in a sick lab experiment. Angel is out for revenge. This is Angel's POV.
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The smell of gasoline is truly wonderful in the middle of the night. I happen to know for a fact that there is a top-secret meeting going on inside the building, and I also know how to sneak around the perimiter undetected by their vampire sensors. I drop the gas can and back away from the main doors to the law firm. I walk calmly down the gasoline-drenched front steps and smile to myself. Killing when I was evil never was this sweet. Back then it had been for fun, or survival. This was pure, bittersweet revenge.
I told him that anything that happened to my son would happen to him three fold. That bastard underestimated me, I guess. Maybe he figured, with my soul, I wouldn't harm 'innocent' humans. Think again. Tonight Wolfram and Hart ceases to exist.
I take the match from the book and strike the sulfur to the back. The flame is bright and flickers in the night. I look up at the sky, then back to the unsuspecting law firm. I smirk bitterly and mutter under my breath, "You are the weakest link." Then as I drop the match and start to walk away, "Goodbye."
Almost as an afterthought, just as I hear a scream from the now flaming building (Isn't it wonderful how easily twenty gallons of gasoline ignites?), I take the grenade out of my pocket. I yank the pin with my teeth and hurl it in to the highest window. The explosion rocks the street and makes my skin tingle.
Yes. Revenge is sweet. And I watch Wolfram and Hart burn to the ground with a whispered, "I love you, Connor."
And I can finally go home.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Don't own Angel, Joss does. :(
A/N: A story set int he possible near future after Wolfram and Hart has taken Connor and killed him in a sick lab experiment. Angel is out for revenge. This is Angel's POV.
~+~
The smell of gasoline is truly wonderful in the middle of the night. I happen to know for a fact that there is a top-secret meeting going on inside the building, and I also know how to sneak around the perimiter undetected by their vampire sensors. I drop the gas can and back away from the main doors to the law firm. I walk calmly down the gasoline-drenched front steps and smile to myself. Killing when I was evil never was this sweet. Back then it had been for fun, or survival. This was pure, bittersweet revenge.
I told him that anything that happened to my son would happen to him three fold. That bastard underestimated me, I guess. Maybe he figured, with my soul, I wouldn't harm 'innocent' humans. Think again. Tonight Wolfram and Hart ceases to exist.
I take the match from the book and strike the sulfur to the back. The flame is bright and flickers in the night. I look up at the sky, then back to the unsuspecting law firm. I smirk bitterly and mutter under my breath, "You are the weakest link." Then as I drop the match and start to walk away, "Goodbye."
Almost as an afterthought, just as I hear a scream from the now flaming building (Isn't it wonderful how easily twenty gallons of gasoline ignites?), I take the grenade out of my pocket. I yank the pin with my teeth and hurl it in to the highest window. The explosion rocks the street and makes my skin tingle.
Yes. Revenge is sweet. And I watch Wolfram and Hart burn to the ground with a whispered, "I love you, Connor."
And I can finally go home.