Dossier Twenty-two

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Here be Henrietta, looking... sort of out of it. Well, not sort of out of it. Really, really out of it, and hugging the P90 against herself. She doesn't say anything, doesn't really move, just looks up at the sky with the gun cradled in her arms.]





[[SOOOO thanks to this thread, Henrietta is somewhat brainbroken and liable to snap/kill things if she doesn't slip into her Movie Persona(tm) first. The only people she's really interested in... uh... killing, are Hei, Crowley and Chris. But she can potentially be set off by anyone. And she's had her head messed with a bit by the Big Bad Bosses of our B-Movie, IE Beelzebub (yeah, yeah, we know) and Wyatt Halliwell. So. Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here?]]

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

He was here. He told me things. [Leans forward to rest the muzzle of the gun against his forehead.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[He flinches at that, slightly, but doesn't make any attempt to move away.]

He's been here? When?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Before. With Hei. [Finger on the trigger.] Are you going to make them into bubbles again?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

With Hei? What—you don't mean that thing he's supposed to have created?

[He looks at her over the rim of his sunglasses]

I don't plan on discorporating, if that's what you mean.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Tosses her gun aside and grabs his throat.] I guess I'll do it this way, then.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[The demon, despite having been shot, wasn't exactly expecting the little girl to go for the throat—quite literally. He winces as the small hands tighten like vices around his windpipe and lifts his good arm to put a hand around one of her wrists.]

He—auch...

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Squeezing tighter now.] He said I was useless. And he replaced me. [She's not really looking at him, her eyes empty and her pupils huge.] I knew I should have gone back before now.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Well, it's not comfortable in the slightest, and he's going to have some Hellish bruises in the morning, but it isn't as if he has to breathe. And at least this way she's talking. Awfully hard to figure out how to make her snap out of it if he doesn't know what's wrong.]

[Crowley tugs at the thin wrist, giving token resistance, jaw clenched both from the discomfort of the choke and from trying to remember not to breathe.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She digs her nails in, looking at him, now, though without any change in expression.] And then he said...

[Moves one hand--the one he's not hanging on to--and presses it against his chin, trying to force his head back and break his neck.] And then, about you, he said...

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[All right, that's about enough. Crowley abandons his damaged physical body just long enough to give the surrounding universe a bit of a tweak, and the next moment he's standing twenty feet away from Henrietta. His left arm is still hanging uselessly at his side, and his right hand raises to rub his throat gingerly. When he speaks his voice rasps, just a little.]

It wasn't Jose, Henrietta. It was the therapy...thing.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Guhwhat, where did her target go?]

...

[She gets to her feet again.] That's not fair.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

I've already told you, I don't plan on discorporating.

Especially not because some blob of goo pretended to be Jose for a moment. You do know it wasn't him, don't you? No more than it was Beelzebub or A—

[Shuts his mouth again]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

He knew about you and Signore Hei and Chris. He must have been mad that I didn't tell.

[And now, Crowley, have a jolt of unnatural speed as she attempts to close the distance and administer a bone-breaking punch to the stomach.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[And here, have Crowley appearing roughly twenty feet away again, behind you this time Henrietta :|]

Or the thing knew that Jose being mad was something you feared. It takes the form of fears.

Don't you think if Jose were to appear here, he would be glad to see you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Pushes her hair out of her face.] Not if I failed him. Not if I lied.

[And she starts to run--and vanishes from the plane. It's ten seconds of dead air before she appears a foot in front of him, already snapping a kick at his knee.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley lets out a strangled yelp as the knee collapses, taking him down with it. Was not expecting that either. Blessed assassin children.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[They are taught to use terrain to their advantage. Sorry Crowley. >>; She brings her heel down on one wing with the same force she put into the kick.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Crowley screams, wings being a rather sensitive part of the angel (fallen or otherwise) anatomy. He disappears again, reappearing another thirty feet away on his one good leg in a sort of huddle of blood and feathers. He hasn't been hurt this badly in a long time, and he's panicking a little.]

I don't want to hurt you, Henrietta! You have to believe me, it wasn't Jose.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Stands there for a moment, not looking at him. When she does, she's crying a little.] I don't want to keep hurting you! You just... please, just stop moving, okay?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

You don't have to do this! I don't think you could be useless if you tried. Haven't you noticed how badly Chris and Hei want to help you? They're tripping over themselves to take care of you—would that happen if you were useless?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Stop it! Stop it. [Presses her face into her hands.] I'm so tired.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

We'll get you back to the Agency, if that's what you want. Jose will be there and he'll be glad you're back from vacation, just as I've told you. Everything back to normal as it should be.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But... he replaced me... [Doesn't sound so sure any more.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

He would never do that, and you know it. He could no more replace you than Chris or Hei or...or I could.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Signore... [She's sort of transfixed.] I hurt you. I hurt you badly.