81/9 Prophecy
Warning: A look into Ashe's head. Might be triggering; I yucked myself out a little with this part. But he's got what's coming to him, I promise.
Prophecy
By Demeter
John Ashe has had a lot of time to think about what has gone wrong with his career and life in general. He's very clear on who he considers to be responsible, and the thought of the people in question never ceases to make him furious.
Why did they believe Classen, that psychotic bitch who poses now as the FBI agent just as she posed as the doctor? What's the difference anyway?
And Lindsay Boxer. He had believed her threats to be empty, but he'd miscalculated. Considering what has become of him, in the past two years, he has more than once harbored the fantasy that Kiss-Me-Not should have taken care of her instead of Elaine Lewis. That would have been efficient, would have saved him a lot of trouble.
Instead, both Classen and Boxer are now part of that illustrious task force that he should be leading.
Between them, they have a lot of high and romantic ideals, these women, Ballard and Boyd,but he, John, was the gifted profiler who could strip a serial killer's mind naked. He'd seen the workings of the Dollhouse up close, too, and he'd be able to help them catch Alpha. It's driving him crazy, not being part of the hunt.
There is something though that Lindsay Boxer will never be able to turn around or undo, much as she wishes to. An ugly grin curled his lips as he remembers. Cindy Thomas's mind might have been an empty shell when she was Libra, a Doll made for adult play, but her body was not.
The jingling of keys jolts him out of his fantasy before it has even properly started, and he jumps to his feet angrily, prepared to give the guard a piece of his mind. Maybe it's the young one who looks like he's fresh out of high school.
However, the man who walks inside the cell, locking the door after him, is tall and well built. He is not familiar. “Agent John Ashe, profiler specializing in serial killer cases, former Dollhouse handler, am I right?” He extends his hand in greeting as he steps into the light, and that's when Ashe recognizes him, fear attacking him like a wild animal.
“I hear you've been dying to meet me,” Carl William Craft aka Alpha says.
Prophecy
By Demeter
John Ashe has had a lot of time to think about what has gone wrong with his career and life in general. He's very clear on who he considers to be responsible, and the thought of the people in question never ceases to make him furious.
Why did they believe Classen, that psychotic bitch who poses now as the FBI agent just as she posed as the doctor? What's the difference anyway?
And Lindsay Boxer. He had believed her threats to be empty, but he'd miscalculated. Considering what has become of him, in the past two years, he has more than once harbored the fantasy that Kiss-Me-Not should have taken care of her instead of Elaine Lewis. That would have been efficient, would have saved him a lot of trouble.
Instead, both Classen and Boxer are now part of that illustrious task force that he should be leading.
Between them, they have a lot of high and romantic ideals, these women, Ballard and Boyd,but he, John, was the gifted profiler who could strip a serial killer's mind naked. He'd seen the workings of the Dollhouse up close, too, and he'd be able to help them catch Alpha. It's driving him crazy, not being part of the hunt.
There is something though that Lindsay Boxer will never be able to turn around or undo, much as she wishes to. An ugly grin curled his lips as he remembers. Cindy Thomas's mind might have been an empty shell when she was Libra, a Doll made for adult play, but her body was not.
The jingling of keys jolts him out of his fantasy before it has even properly started, and he jumps to his feet angrily, prepared to give the guard a piece of his mind. Maybe it's the young one who looks like he's fresh out of high school.
However, the man who walks inside the cell, locking the door after him, is tall and well built. He is not familiar. “Agent John Ashe, profiler specializing in serial killer cases, former Dollhouse handler, am I right?” He extends his hand in greeting as he steps into the light, and that's when Ashe recognizes him, fear attacking him like a wild animal.
“I hear you've been dying to meet me,” Carl William Craft aka Alpha says.