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Fic: Drinking with Demons
Title: Drinking with Demons
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Wyatt Cain (mention of Adora)
Rating: PG
Summary: A drunken Cain takes his rage out on the suit
Warning: post-series *Written for Weekly Quick Fic #8 at writerverse Prompts: "Salty Dog" (song by Flogging Molly) and Fatality
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
Cain drops down to his knees, gasping for air, as the hammer thumps to the ground next to him. The sky is gloomy and any birds that had been in the area had taken off as soon as he started screaming and attacking the iron suit, which is now on its side.
He looks toward the cabin... well, one of them. Sucking in deep breaths, Cain starts pulling himself up, but doesn't get very far. With all the grog he had before attacking the suit, Cain is lucky he made it to the suit and not into the pond.
He needs more to drink. He wants to get to blistering drunk, so that he might wake up from this nightmare he's stuck in.
It was the thought, while drunkenly destroying the inside of the cabin, that he'd rather be back in the suit than living outside of it that sent him out to face the offending machine. The only damage he really managed is to shatter the viewport and knock the damn thing over.
He's hurt himself more than the suit.
Pulling himself onto the porch, Cain huffs and puffs, then rolls over to lie back on the wood.
Adora would be disappointed in him, but she isn't there. Closing his eyes, Cain tries to will himself to wake up; to find her standing just inside, with a glare on her face because of his behavior.
Cain huffs again as the exhaustion finally overtakes him.
He isn't drunk enough to get through this.
He doesn't even want to drink anymore.
He just wants her.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Wyatt Cain (mention of Adora)
Rating: PG
Summary: A drunken Cain takes his rage out on the suit
Warning: post-series *Written for Weekly Quick Fic #8 at writerverse Prompts: "Salty Dog" (song by Flogging Molly) and Fatality
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
Cain drops down to his knees, gasping for air, as the hammer thumps to the ground next to him. The sky is gloomy and any birds that had been in the area had taken off as soon as he started screaming and attacking the iron suit, which is now on its side.
He looks toward the cabin... well, one of them. Sucking in deep breaths, Cain starts pulling himself up, but doesn't get very far. With all the grog he had before attacking the suit, Cain is lucky he made it to the suit and not into the pond.
He needs more to drink. He wants to get to blistering drunk, so that he might wake up from this nightmare he's stuck in.
It was the thought, while drunkenly destroying the inside of the cabin, that he'd rather be back in the suit than living outside of it that sent him out to face the offending machine. The only damage he really managed is to shatter the viewport and knock the damn thing over.
He's hurt himself more than the suit.
Pulling himself onto the porch, Cain huffs and puffs, then rolls over to lie back on the wood.
Adora would be disappointed in him, but she isn't there. Closing his eyes, Cain tries to will himself to wake up; to find her standing just inside, with a glare on her face because of his behavior.
Cain huffs again as the exhaustion finally overtakes him.
He isn't drunk enough to get through this.
He doesn't even want to drink anymore.
He just wants her.