Title: paint it on the walls
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 185
Point of view: third
Prompt: Lindsey/author's choice, the first time is always the hardest
It's his first actual, real, not induced by Wolfram and Hart machinations death, and it fucking sucks. Killed by the flunky. By a man—well, what the fuck ever—that he'd have once said might be his friend.
If Lindsey had friends. Which he so clearly doesn't since Angel told Lorne to kill him and Lorne actually did. Why the fuck doesn't Lindsey get a shot at redemption?
But the failsafe is in place and Lindsey breathes, waking up after dying, more pissed than when he realized Angel had been given the LA branch of the company Lindsey very nearly sold his soul to.
He blinks, considering what to do now. Everyone will believe he's dead. If he burns the building down, not even Angel—should he survive—will think to look very hard. Lindsey could vanish, forget about his vengeance, ignore everything that should've been his.
Lindsey lifts a hand to his chest, letting his fingers rest on the dried blood.
Fuck that. He's worked too long and too hard, and if anyone is going to kill him for real, it's damned well gonna be Angel.