XBackfromhellX - Two Soldiers Down
"The war’s already here, Angel. And you’re already two soldiers down."
That's what I told Angel and his friends, although really they were more like three soldiers down, with leaving Gunn behind in that hell created for me by Wolfram & Hart. They'd already lost Cordelia this year, so who was next for them?
I had locked myself away in a hotel room once I got away from them so that I could be by myself. I could handle them, even if they technically pulled me from hell. I just kind of wished that they'd just killed me at this point, although that would just send me straight to their hell dimensions, in which they would find some special demeaning torment for me for all eternity for running out on them. This sucked. This mega-sucked. I was better off getting my heart yanked out by a demon every night than out here, just waiting to die. Maybe I'll get lucky and they'll stick me back there. It was kind of nice until I got my heart ripped out every night for all eternity. How long was I even in there?
I had a bottle of Jack sitting on the night stand next to me, mindlessly starring at the television while I drank. I couldn't get over how long I was gone. It amazed me. Still, it felt longer, or no time at all. It's hard to tell when, technically, you're stuck in one continuous loop.
That's what I told Angel and his friends, although really they were more like three soldiers down, with leaving Gunn behind in that hell created for me by Wolfram & Hart. They'd already lost Cordelia this year, so who was next for them?
I had locked myself away in a hotel room once I got away from them so that I could be by myself. I could handle them, even if they technically pulled me from hell. I just kind of wished that they'd just killed me at this point, although that would just send me straight to their hell dimensions, in which they would find some special demeaning torment for me for all eternity for running out on them. This sucked. This mega-sucked. I was better off getting my heart yanked out by a demon every night than out here, just waiting to die. Maybe I'll get lucky and they'll stick me back there. It was kind of nice until I got my heart ripped out every night for all eternity. How long was I even in there?
I had a bottle of Jack sitting on the night stand next to me, mindlessly starring at the television while I drank. I couldn't get over how long I was gone. It amazed me. Still, it felt longer, or no time at all. It's hard to tell when, technically, you're stuck in one continuous loop.