Last Thoughts
Disclaimer - If you think I own any of this, I want some of those drugs your taking. lol. BtVS belongs to Joss and Mutant Enemys. I just wrote this for my own amusement, and to get it out of my head.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
So this is how it will end, not with a bang, but a whimper.
Is a whimper still a whimper if no one can hear it?
Join the Slayers, see the world, die young. Thought that meant going out in a fight.
Damn, it's cold. At least that means I can't feel my legs anymore. Not sure that's a good thing, but the pains gone now.
What's that? Can't hear anything over that damn water. Is someone there?
Figure's. I'm imagining things now.
Wonder if a new Slayer will be called, or did Red's mojo call them all and now we are just going to fade out of sight.
Move you damn piece of crap!
Useless!
This sucks!
Just wanted to get away for a few days. Guess I'll really be getting away now.
It's getting dark. Wonder if the water will freeze.
HEHEHEHE, Slayer popsicle.
Think I'll take a little nap.
ARGH! Son-of-a-bitch! That hurt!
Can't you cut me just one little tiny break! Is that too much to ask?!
I think that tree drove the car into the mud deeper.
So cold. Can't feel my body anymore.
Just wanna rest.
Tired.
Sorry.
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Miles away a red headed witch listened with tears running down her face as the ramblings died down. The thoughts of a Slayer dying, so close, yet so far away.
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AN: If you happen to see Myra, my muse, could you please catch her and ship her back to me! Damn flighty little twit ran off and I'm sure she's drunk, prob with a Troopin fairy or a Leprechaun somewhere. She's skipped pit and left me high and dry on 'Shadows Chosen' and 'Demons & Area 51', and I really want to get back to them.
Disclaimer - If you think I own any of this, I want some of those drugs your taking. lol. BtVS belongs to Joss and Mutant Enemys. I just wrote this for my own amusement, and to get it out of my head.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
So this is how it will end, not with a bang, but a whimper.
Is a whimper still a whimper if no one can hear it?
Join the Slayers, see the world, die young. Thought that meant going out in a fight.
Damn, it's cold. At least that means I can't feel my legs anymore. Not sure that's a good thing, but the pains gone now.
What's that? Can't hear anything over that damn water. Is someone there?
Figure's. I'm imagining things now.
Wonder if a new Slayer will be called, or did Red's mojo call them all and now we are just going to fade out of sight.
Move you damn piece of crap!
Useless!
This sucks!
Just wanted to get away for a few days. Guess I'll really be getting away now.
It's getting dark. Wonder if the water will freeze.
HEHEHEHE, Slayer popsicle.
Think I'll take a little nap.
ARGH! Son-of-a-bitch! That hurt!
Can't you cut me just one little tiny break! Is that too much to ask?!
I think that tree drove the car into the mud deeper.
So cold. Can't feel my body anymore.
Just wanna rest.
Tired.
Sorry.
****
Miles away a red headed witch listened with tears running down her face as the ramblings died down. The thoughts of a Slayer dying, so close, yet so far away.
****
AN: If you happen to see Myra, my muse, could you please catch her and ship her back to me! Damn flighty little twit ran off and I'm sure she's drunk, prob with a Troopin fairy or a Leprechaun somewhere. She's skipped pit and left me high and dry on 'Shadows Chosen' and 'Demons & Area 51', and I really want to get back to them.