Crossfire: Prologue
Title: Crossfire
Rating: M
Warnings: Gore, Violence, Death, Original Characters, Swearing, Multi-Crossover, AU
Word Count:640
Chapter: Prologue/?
Summary: "I didn't want to be a pawn in a game that I wasn't winning. I didn't want to feel like this anymore. I wanted to go home but I had nothing to go to. I was stuck here, in this world with nothing but the company of fictional characters."
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
Friedrich Nietzsche
I winced as my back hit the wall. Blood was escaping through the cracks of my fingers as I held my hand to my stomach. It was brighter than I thought it would be. My stomach was on fire and the muscles clenched. Blood just kept coming. I took a deep breath. My head was pounding and one of my shoulders ached from having it rotated too far. This was bad.
I looked for the person that wielded the knife. He was being torn apart by Eric. It was unusual to watch him bite down on the man's neck as he ripped one of his arms off. Blood was everywhere.
A yell sounded from down the hall and I looked to see Kelly reel back from a punch to the face. She attacked back furiously and reeled back from another hit. I tried to move, to get off the wall and head towards her, but only fell back again. Kelly could take care of herself, but there were so many. I needed to get there to help. I couldn't lose her again. I looked for someone to call to.
Eric was gone, and I vaguely heard a British swear coming from the kitchen. I looked for Spike, but my gaze caught something else. The man, who lost an arm to Eric, was crawling out of the hallway. He shouldn't have been alive; Eric wouldn't leave him alive...which meant that Chloe was raising in a panic. I watched the dead body pull itself out of the room. I felt a little satisfied that he was trapped in his own decay; that he was suffering as I bled over my socks and felt it drip between my toes.
The house rocked from an explosion, and I fell to my knees as I was forced from the wall. Gambit was still alive then and Jane...the thought was impossible. Out of everyone that was going to survive this, it would be Jane. The only reason I was alive now was because of her and her Amazon tendencies. I owed her a lot more than I realised before. I looked up and my head spun. I felt like being sick, it didn't matter that I was in the middle of this war field that used to be my house. I forced myself to move and sit back against the wall. A flash of red light went down the hall. Good. The fire was most likely put out then. One less thing to worry about. I heard a snarl and looked up to see one of the demons caught in the trap. She said something to me but the blood pounded in my ears. I wondered if any of the others knew how to get blood out of the carpet. I hoped so.
I switched hands and stared for a moment at the one covered in the most blood. There were so many should haves. I should have trained harder. I should have burnt that recipe. I should have talked more to Kelly or Jane or even the others. I should have known about Sam. I should have...
I wanted to close my eyes...I wanted the boys. Dean would help Kelly so I know she'd be safe and Sam...could just be here. It'd be enough after everything.
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