Topic 378 - Write about a time something blew up in your face.
Write about a time something blew up in your face.
Rome. Italy. Circa... not too long ago.
The blowin' up of something in my face took place in a strada. Strada means road or street in Italian. It was on some bloody strada that Angel and yours truly was on a mission. We only had 12 hours to get the head of the Capo di Famiglia. And by head I mean literal head of some old Goran demon back to Los Angeles. Failure would result in LA becomin' a demon war zone.
So bein' the hero that I am. I'd humbly offered my services to help protect the people of LA from chaos and doom. And I might add, me goin' had absolutely nothin' to do with my ex... Buffy supposedly livin' in Rome... or accordin' to Andrew, the Slayer allegedly shackin' up with a dangerous scoundrel by the name of the Immortal. Granted I was concerned for her safety. And questioned her taste in men. But that was really nothin' new. Yet it was Angel that wanted to check up on Buffy every five minutes. Not me. I was completely okay with her movin' on. Doin' whatever or whomever she wanted to do.
Uh, anyway. If Angel would have just let me handle the mission. It all would have gone great. But no, like always, he had to do things his way. And his way resulted in lettin' some thugs distract us. While a loser butler stole the head at a disco. We then got a ransom for said head. We got the ransom money from Wolfram & Hart - Rome branch. We was told that everything would go smoothly. Just give the money and all would be good.
So we take the ransom money to a strada to get the soddin' head. We made the exchange. But what we got for our troubles wasn't what we expected. When we looked in the bag. A bomb goes ka-boom in our faces. The explosion ruined my black leather duster. Suffice to say, I was really devastated about the lose of my most valuable possession. The only thing I had left that meant anythin' to me.
But luckily it all worked out. For me anyway. Angel, not so much. Ilona, my close personal friend, and head of Wolfram & Hart in Rome. The lovely bird gave me 11 new leather jackets. Identical to the original in every way. So it was good for me. Then far as the mission gone. When we came back to Los Angeles. We found the head had been delivered to Angel's office with a note from the damn Immortal. He was clearly behind the whole thing. Just tryin' to get under my and Angel's skin. But he should have learned. Nothin' stops us. We keep on keepin' on. No matter the pain or heartache. We move forward. We don't let anyone or anything hold us down. No demons. No bombs. Nothin' will stop us from what's right... and doin' what has to be done. Cause we're heroes. And that's what heroes do.
Theatrical_Muse: Topic #378
Muse: Spike
Fandom: Buffy/Angel The Series
Words: 515
Rome. Italy. Circa... not too long ago.
The blowin' up of something in my face took place in a strada. Strada means road or street in Italian. It was on some bloody strada that Angel and yours truly was on a mission. We only had 12 hours to get the head of the Capo di Famiglia. And by head I mean literal head of some old Goran demon back to Los Angeles. Failure would result in LA becomin' a demon war zone.
So bein' the hero that I am. I'd humbly offered my services to help protect the people of LA from chaos and doom. And I might add, me goin' had absolutely nothin' to do with my ex... Buffy supposedly livin' in Rome... or accordin' to Andrew, the Slayer allegedly shackin' up with a dangerous scoundrel by the name of the Immortal. Granted I was concerned for her safety. And questioned her taste in men. But that was really nothin' new. Yet it was Angel that wanted to check up on Buffy every five minutes. Not me. I was completely okay with her movin' on. Doin' whatever or whomever she wanted to do.
Uh, anyway. If Angel would have just let me handle the mission. It all would have gone great. But no, like always, he had to do things his way. And his way resulted in lettin' some thugs distract us. While a loser butler stole the head at a disco. We then got a ransom for said head. We got the ransom money from Wolfram & Hart - Rome branch. We was told that everything would go smoothly. Just give the money and all would be good.
So we take the ransom money to a strada to get the soddin' head. We made the exchange. But what we got for our troubles wasn't what we expected. When we looked in the bag. A bomb goes ka-boom in our faces. The explosion ruined my black leather duster. Suffice to say, I was really devastated about the lose of my most valuable possession. The only thing I had left that meant anythin' to me.
But luckily it all worked out. For me anyway. Angel, not so much. Ilona, my close personal friend, and head of Wolfram & Hart in Rome. The lovely bird gave me 11 new leather jackets. Identical to the original in every way. So it was good for me. Then far as the mission gone. When we came back to Los Angeles. We found the head had been delivered to Angel's office with a note from the damn Immortal. He was clearly behind the whole thing. Just tryin' to get under my and Angel's skin. But he should have learned. Nothin' stops us. We keep on keepin' on. No matter the pain or heartache. We move forward. We don't let anyone or anything hold us down. No demons. No bombs. Nothin' will stop us from what's right... and doin' what has to be done. Cause we're heroes. And that's what heroes do.
Theatrical_Muse: Topic #378
Muse: Spike
Fandom: Buffy/Angel The Series
Words: 515