Title: Critical Thinking
Author: Mana
Email: celine1013@hotmail.com
Spoilers: Just an overall knowledge of the series...
Pairing: A/C...sorta
Keywords: Humor, Angst, Case file and a dash of Romance. ;)
Rating: PG-13 for graphic depictions of violence probably.
Disclaimer: None of the characters you recognize are mine; they belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. The idea, however, is mine, as are the original characters.
Authors Notes: This is my first "Angel" fic, I hope you enjoy. Please remember to feed the Author. It's what keeps us going. You've heard the term "starving artist"...well "Will Work for Food." Also, this takes place in Season 3, after "Fredless" and before "Birthday"
Summary: As Cordelia's visions get stronger and more potent, Angel's biggest nemesis decides to take action, and to finally put an end to Angel Investigations.
Part 1
"I got it!" exclaimed Fred from inside the office.
"What do you have?" Wesley asked as she appeared beside him.
She pushed her glasses further up her nose and looked up at him. "The demon from Cordy's vision. I think its an..." she paused starring at the unfamiliar work. "O-yuk demon." She looked back at it. "Nice name."
Taking the book from her, he began, "It's actually an Oy-uk demon."
"I think the first pronunciation was more appropriate," Cordelia groaned as she tried to sit up on the couch. Angel sat beside her, reaching out to steady her as she sat fully up. She smiled softly at him and turned back towards Wesley. "So these, Oyuk demons, what do they do?"
"Well," Wesley looked down at the ancient book in his hands. They are a non- violent species, only feeding off the extremities of corpses, leaving the torso and head intact."
"Well then, that can't be what I saw because, victim? Very much alive before..." She trailed off cringing at the memory of the young man's scream as the creature ripped him apart. She was grateful that her visions weren't manifesting themselves physically anymore; otherwise she might have to change her name to "Nubby."
"Here, take a look," Wesley said, stepping out from behind the counter. He handed the book to Cordelia. "Is that the creature you saw?"
She stared down at it and sighed. "Yup."
Angel stood. "Alright, Wes, Gunn, lets go." The men nodded, grabbing two swords from the cabinet. Angel turned his gaze back towards Cordelia who was resting her head in her hands.
He bent down, placing his hands on her shoulders. She looked up at him, her eyes weary.
"Are you going to be okay?" He whispered.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Back to my old chipper self in no time." She tried to smile, but only succeeded in grimacing.
"Why don't you go home? Get some rest?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm not going home." Her eyes flashed with determination.
Knowing he wasn't going to win this, he reconciled. "Alright, at least go up to my room. Take a nap, okay? Fred can stay down here in case we get a walk-in."
She stared at him for a moment then nodded. Standing, she made her way up the stairs and out of sight.
Angel turned to Fred. "Check on her in a little while. Make sure she's okay." He grabbed a sword and ran to catch up with Wes and Gunn.
Fred nodded silently and stared after the three men's retreating figures.
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The park was deserted, as most parks are at eleven at night. A siren wailed in the distance, as Angel, Wes and Gunn made their way to the body. It was right where Cordy said it would be.
"Oh, that is na-STY," Gunn whispered as the mauled corpse came into view. And indeed it was. The body was torn, ripped apart, entrails spilling out onto the ground. The arms and legs completely separated from the torso. The sight was so gruesome, even Angel grimaced.
"This is most certainly not a typical Oyuk attack. The extremities are still here, and the torso is quite mutilated." He sighed and looked at the others. "This wasn't a feeding. This was a murder."
"I thought you said that Oyuk demons are non-violent?" Angel asked.
"I did." Wesley nodded, still staring at the body.
"Well, English, I think you were wrong. Unless this one just enjoys doin a lil human origami."
"Origami?" Angel looked over at Gunn.
"Yeah, it's arranged weird." Gunn pointed.
"Indeed it is." Wesley bent down to get a closer look. "It's as if the Oyuk placed the parts in a specific display."
"Okay, maybe my imagination has worn off through the years, but I never could see origami figures. What's this," Angel asked furrowing his brow.
Wesley stood and walked around to the other side of the body.
"Kinda looks like a rabbit," Gunn suggested.
Angel looked down, "See, I don't see a rabbit." He looked back up at Gunn. "You're one of those people that see things in clouds aren't you?"
Gunn smirked at him.
"Gentlemen, take a look at this." Wesley called out.
Angel and Gunn sobered and joined him on the other side.
"Imagination just got better." Angel raised his eyebrows. "Am I the only one that sees that?"
"No, you aren't." Wesley replied.
"A question mark?" Gunn asked.
Wesley frowned and continued staring at the depiction. "Indeed...now, what is the question." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~
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Author: Mana
Email: celine1013@hotmail.com
Spoilers: Just an overall knowledge of the series...
Pairing: A/C...sorta
Keywords: Humor, Angst, Case file and a dash of Romance. ;)
Rating: PG-13 for graphic depictions of violence probably.
Disclaimer: None of the characters you recognize are mine; they belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. The idea, however, is mine, as are the original characters.
Authors Notes: This is my first "Angel" fic, I hope you enjoy. Please remember to feed the Author. It's what keeps us going. You've heard the term "starving artist"...well "Will Work for Food." Also, this takes place in Season 3, after "Fredless" and before "Birthday"
Summary: As Cordelia's visions get stronger and more potent, Angel's biggest nemesis decides to take action, and to finally put an end to Angel Investigations.
Part 1
"I got it!" exclaimed Fred from inside the office.
"What do you have?" Wesley asked as she appeared beside him.
She pushed her glasses further up her nose and looked up at him. "The demon from Cordy's vision. I think its an..." she paused starring at the unfamiliar work. "O-yuk demon." She looked back at it. "Nice name."
Taking the book from her, he began, "It's actually an Oy-uk demon."
"I think the first pronunciation was more appropriate," Cordelia groaned as she tried to sit up on the couch. Angel sat beside her, reaching out to steady her as she sat fully up. She smiled softly at him and turned back towards Wesley. "So these, Oyuk demons, what do they do?"
"Well," Wesley looked down at the ancient book in his hands. They are a non- violent species, only feeding off the extremities of corpses, leaving the torso and head intact."
"Well then, that can't be what I saw because, victim? Very much alive before..." She trailed off cringing at the memory of the young man's scream as the creature ripped him apart. She was grateful that her visions weren't manifesting themselves physically anymore; otherwise she might have to change her name to "Nubby."
"Here, take a look," Wesley said, stepping out from behind the counter. He handed the book to Cordelia. "Is that the creature you saw?"
She stared down at it and sighed. "Yup."
Angel stood. "Alright, Wes, Gunn, lets go." The men nodded, grabbing two swords from the cabinet. Angel turned his gaze back towards Cordelia who was resting her head in her hands.
He bent down, placing his hands on her shoulders. She looked up at him, her eyes weary.
"Are you going to be okay?" He whispered.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Back to my old chipper self in no time." She tried to smile, but only succeeded in grimacing.
"Why don't you go home? Get some rest?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm not going home." Her eyes flashed with determination.
Knowing he wasn't going to win this, he reconciled. "Alright, at least go up to my room. Take a nap, okay? Fred can stay down here in case we get a walk-in."
She stared at him for a moment then nodded. Standing, she made her way up the stairs and out of sight.
Angel turned to Fred. "Check on her in a little while. Make sure she's okay." He grabbed a sword and ran to catch up with Wes and Gunn.
Fred nodded silently and stared after the three men's retreating figures.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~
The park was deserted, as most parks are at eleven at night. A siren wailed in the distance, as Angel, Wes and Gunn made their way to the body. It was right where Cordy said it would be.
"Oh, that is na-STY," Gunn whispered as the mauled corpse came into view. And indeed it was. The body was torn, ripped apart, entrails spilling out onto the ground. The arms and legs completely separated from the torso. The sight was so gruesome, even Angel grimaced.
"This is most certainly not a typical Oyuk attack. The extremities are still here, and the torso is quite mutilated." He sighed and looked at the others. "This wasn't a feeding. This was a murder."
"I thought you said that Oyuk demons are non-violent?" Angel asked.
"I did." Wesley nodded, still staring at the body.
"Well, English, I think you were wrong. Unless this one just enjoys doin a lil human origami."
"Origami?" Angel looked over at Gunn.
"Yeah, it's arranged weird." Gunn pointed.
"Indeed it is." Wesley bent down to get a closer look. "It's as if the Oyuk placed the parts in a specific display."
"Okay, maybe my imagination has worn off through the years, but I never could see origami figures. What's this," Angel asked furrowing his brow.
Wesley stood and walked around to the other side of the body.
"Kinda looks like a rabbit," Gunn suggested.
Angel looked down, "See, I don't see a rabbit." He looked back up at Gunn. "You're one of those people that see things in clouds aren't you?"
Gunn smirked at him.
"Gentlemen, take a look at this." Wesley called out.
Angel and Gunn sobered and joined him on the other side.
"Imagination just got better." Angel raised his eyebrows. "Am I the only one that sees that?"
"No, you aren't." Wesley replied.
"A question mark?" Gunn asked.
Wesley frowned and continued staring at the depiction. "Indeed...now, what is the question." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~
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