DA Fic: Death Comes Swiftly To He Who Chirps - M/A
Title: Death Comes Swiftly To He Who Chirps
Author:
candycentric
Pairing: Max/Alec
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG13 - cuz the beginning might scare the kiddies.
Genre: Humor, General, Crack!Fic
Warning: A we bit of violence, but don't worry, it's all good. ;)
Author's notes: This, my friends, is what we refer to as a 'crack!fic'. So, please don't let the rating or warnings scare you away. Just trust me. ;) Written for the Weekly Pompt Challenge over at RAISING HELL. The prompt is 'Some things are easier done than said'.
DISLAIMER: Dark Angel and it's characters belong to James Cameron and co., not me. This is only for fun, sadly I'm making no money off of it.
Summary: The title says it all.
The determined huntress slowly crept through the room, focusing intently on the soft sounds coming from the under the dining room table. The only light in the room came from the softly glowing red numbers flashing on the microwave, but even that provided her with more than enough to accomplish the gruesome task set before her.
She knew what she had to do. The very thing she had been trained to do, even born to do.
Murder.
To take the life of another. She was a solider first and foremost, and while death was something she normally detested, there were some cases, such as this one, where she actually enjoyed the hunt and even more so, the kill.
This was one of those times.
As she crouched down closer and quietly slid the chair away from the table, she knew the exact moment she had been spotted by her prey. His eyes widened in fear. A desire to run, to scream for help was strong, but it was no use. Looking at the dark glint in her eyes and a sinister smile on the huntresses lips, he knew he was as good as dead.
The huntress knew it too.
Fast as lightning she raised the murder weapon high, slamming it down with all her might, delivering a crushing and deadly blow. The silence was broken with the sickening sound of breaking bones, as blood sprayed out, staining the carpet.
Standing to her full height, the murderer looked down at the dead body laying mangled on the floor. She knew that guilt was what she should be feeling right now, but the emotion simply wouldn't come. Instead, there was a feeling of peace and accomplishment over what she had done.
Suddenly, a voice yelled from the bedroom, shattering the trance she had found herself in after the after the deadly encounter.
"Max?"
A beat.
"Yeah?"
"Will you stop chasing the damn crickets and come back to bed?"
Max tossed the shoe she had been holding onto the floor and padded back down the hallway toward her and Alec's room.
"Fine. But if they wake me up again, you're going hunting next time buddy!"
Author:
candycentric
Pairing: Max/Alec
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG13 - cuz the beginning might scare the kiddies.
Genre: Humor, General, Crack!Fic
Warning: A we bit of violence, but don't worry, it's all good. ;)
Author's notes: This, my friends, is what we refer to as a 'crack!fic'. So, please don't let the rating or warnings scare you away. Just trust me. ;) Written for the Weekly Pompt Challenge over at RAISING HELL. The prompt is 'Some things are easier done than said'.
DISLAIMER: Dark Angel and it's characters belong to James Cameron and co., not me. This is only for fun, sadly I'm making no money off of it.
Summary: The title says it all.
The determined huntress slowly crept through the room, focusing intently on the soft sounds coming from the under the dining room table. The only light in the room came from the softly glowing red numbers flashing on the microwave, but even that provided her with more than enough to accomplish the gruesome task set before her.
She knew what she had to do. The very thing she had been trained to do, even born to do.
Murder.
To take the life of another. She was a solider first and foremost, and while death was something she normally detested, there were some cases, such as this one, where she actually enjoyed the hunt and even more so, the kill.
This was one of those times.
As she crouched down closer and quietly slid the chair away from the table, she knew the exact moment she had been spotted by her prey. His eyes widened in fear. A desire to run, to scream for help was strong, but it was no use. Looking at the dark glint in her eyes and a sinister smile on the huntresses lips, he knew he was as good as dead.
The huntress knew it too.
Fast as lightning she raised the murder weapon high, slamming it down with all her might, delivering a crushing and deadly blow. The silence was broken with the sickening sound of breaking bones, as blood sprayed out, staining the carpet.
Standing to her full height, the murderer looked down at the dead body laying mangled on the floor. She knew that guilt was what she should be feeling right now, but the emotion simply wouldn't come. Instead, there was a feeling of peace and accomplishment over what she had done.
Suddenly, a voice yelled from the bedroom, shattering the trance she had found herself in after the after the deadly encounter.
"Max?"
A beat.
"Yeah?"
"Will you stop chasing the damn crickets and come back to bed?"
Max tossed the shoe she had been holding onto the floor and padded back down the hallway toward her and Alec's room.
"Fine. But if they wake me up again, you're going hunting next time buddy!"