The New Recruit. Part 6 of 7
The New Recruit, Part 6 of 7
Characters: Many, plus two more, this time.
Pairings: Eh, it's a little action driven right now.
Disclaimers: PG-13. Violence. Spoilers for Supernatural 2x01.
Marshall fumbled with his keys, due to the sweat on his palms. After a minute or two, When he eventually got the apartment key into the lock, he froze.
The door wasn't locked.
He took a deep breath, trying to figure out what he should do. Get Weiss? Call for backup? Pull a Bitterwoman act and just kick the door in?
Sadly for Marshall, he didn't have a chance to really think through his options. The door opened from the inside, a huge hulk of a man standing there.
"Who are you?" Marshall stammered.
"Don't you know who I am?" A meaty fist cracked against Marshall's face, knocking him out with one blow. "I'm the Juggernaut, bitch."
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"Doctor, why?" Nadia asked. She had levelled her gun at him.
"I can shred you to pieces where you stand," Walter said, cold. "Give me a reason not to."
"Because if I die, my lieutenants are ready to have the very foundations of the island crumble and let it sink beneath the waters of the abyss," the Doctor said. He flicked out his tongue at the air.
"Good reason," Walter said, begrudgingly.
"Well great," Cally said. "First mission and I'm captured by the bad guy."
"We aren't captured quite yet," Nadia said, not lowering her gun.
"You are," the Doctor said, chuckling. He moved too fast for anyone to see, pulling something from his pocket. The three were unconscious seconds later.
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Weiss was halfway through wiping down the tables.
"You missed a spot. Careless."
Weiss looked around for where the voice came from, but saw nothing.
"Archie? You still around?" he asked. Then he saw a glint of reflected light from deep within a shadow. He pulled his gun and stepped forward in one fluid motion... only to trip on something he couldn't see and land flat on his face, the cold reality of the floor swallowing him into unconsciousness.
----
"You're all gathered now, fantastic," the Doctor said, grinning. He licked the air again, his eyes wild.
Cally groggily looked about, felt the hands tied next to hers. They were tied around a pillar, Herself, Walter, Nadia, Marshall, and Weiss. She could see the shapes of their foes.
The Doctor, grinning wildly.
Cain Marko, thumping a fist into his opposite palm.
And Walter, the older one, a sinister smile on his lips, and a gleam in his eye.
Nadia growled. "Dios, why you? You were never evil!"
The Doctor cackled, and licked the air. "You think I'm your precious Doctor, do you? Well here's some news for you. I'm not!" He twitched. "In fact, you're about to find out who I really am."
Old Walter chuckled and adjusted his monocle. "If you're squeamish, you might wish to avert your eyes."
"He's right," Cain said. "Rather 'orrible, this. Little girls ought not to be watchin'."
"Tell me when it's safe to open my eyes, guys," Marshall said.
"You're facing the opposite way, doofus," Weiss said.
"Oh. Frak." Cally said.
The Doctor... or rather, not-the-Doctor twitched again. Then convulsed, screaming a yell as his features violently began to transform. Twisting, morphing, tearing, reshaping.
Until a new man stood there, in the same clothes.
It was the Doctor. The other one, the fellow with the Scots accent and the mole and the sideburns.
"You're still the Doctor," Young Walter said. "What are you on about?"
"I'm not the Doctor," the man spat out, licking the air again. "My name is Barty Crouch Junior, and I'll have you know that I could end your life in this instant." He drew his wand out again. "Just two little words, and you're dead, dead, dead. And you want to know why I'm not going to do it? Because he doesn't want me to." He pointed across the room. There stood Marty Blank, in his customary black suit and shades.
"Thank you for that dramatic introduction," he said. He stepped forward, closer to the light. "This won't hurt a bit, honest. Cain? You get to start the show."
"My pleasure," Cain said, shaking out his hands. He stepped over closer to one of the brick walls, to grab his helmet off a shelf. "You're all dead, you are. Nothing can stop me. I've been hit by cars, and it's--"
The wall behind him burst in, bricks flying as a black '67 Chevy Impala revved it's way into the room, sending Cain hurtling against the far wall. The two front doors swung open, and the sound of two shotguns being pumped echoed in, dust caught in the bright beams from the headlights. There was a shadowy bulky figure in the back seat, the only light a bead of red from a cigarette.
But there, standing side by side, were the Winchester brothers, shotguns in hand.
"Anyone here need a little help?" Sam said, smiling.
"Hey girls," Dean said, waggling his eyebrows.
"Dios, you two, why?" Nadia asked, baffled.
"Oh, you see," Marty said, pulling off his sunglasses. "The boys are after me."
His eyes were the sickest of yellows. A cackle echoed out from his throat.
"I killed their parents, after all."
End of Part 6
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Characters: Many, plus two more, this time.
Pairings: Eh, it's a little action driven right now.
Disclaimers: PG-13. Violence. Spoilers for Supernatural 2x01.
Marshall fumbled with his keys, due to the sweat on his palms. After a minute or two, When he eventually got the apartment key into the lock, he froze.
The door wasn't locked.
He took a deep breath, trying to figure out what he should do. Get Weiss? Call for backup? Pull a Bitterwoman act and just kick the door in?
Sadly for Marshall, he didn't have a chance to really think through his options. The door opened from the inside, a huge hulk of a man standing there.
"Who are you?" Marshall stammered.
"Don't you know who I am?" A meaty fist cracked against Marshall's face, knocking him out with one blow. "I'm the Juggernaut, bitch."
-----
"Doctor, why?" Nadia asked. She had levelled her gun at him.
"I can shred you to pieces where you stand," Walter said, cold. "Give me a reason not to."
"Because if I die, my lieutenants are ready to have the very foundations of the island crumble and let it sink beneath the waters of the abyss," the Doctor said. He flicked out his tongue at the air.
"Good reason," Walter said, begrudgingly.
"Well great," Cally said. "First mission and I'm captured by the bad guy."
"We aren't captured quite yet," Nadia said, not lowering her gun.
"You are," the Doctor said, chuckling. He moved too fast for anyone to see, pulling something from his pocket. The three were unconscious seconds later.
-----
Weiss was halfway through wiping down the tables.
"You missed a spot. Careless."
Weiss looked around for where the voice came from, but saw nothing.
"Archie? You still around?" he asked. Then he saw a glint of reflected light from deep within a shadow. He pulled his gun and stepped forward in one fluid motion... only to trip on something he couldn't see and land flat on his face, the cold reality of the floor swallowing him into unconsciousness.
----
"You're all gathered now, fantastic," the Doctor said, grinning. He licked the air again, his eyes wild.
Cally groggily looked about, felt the hands tied next to hers. They were tied around a pillar, Herself, Walter, Nadia, Marshall, and Weiss. She could see the shapes of their foes.
The Doctor, grinning wildly.
Cain Marko, thumping a fist into his opposite palm.
And Walter, the older one, a sinister smile on his lips, and a gleam in his eye.
Nadia growled. "Dios, why you? You were never evil!"
The Doctor cackled, and licked the air. "You think I'm your precious Doctor, do you? Well here's some news for you. I'm not!" He twitched. "In fact, you're about to find out who I really am."
Old Walter chuckled and adjusted his monocle. "If you're squeamish, you might wish to avert your eyes."
"He's right," Cain said. "Rather 'orrible, this. Little girls ought not to be watchin'."
"Tell me when it's safe to open my eyes, guys," Marshall said.
"You're facing the opposite way, doofus," Weiss said.
"Oh. Frak." Cally said.
The Doctor... or rather, not-the-Doctor twitched again. Then convulsed, screaming a yell as his features violently began to transform. Twisting, morphing, tearing, reshaping.
Until a new man stood there, in the same clothes.
It was the Doctor. The other one, the fellow with the Scots accent and the mole and the sideburns.
"You're still the Doctor," Young Walter said. "What are you on about?"
"I'm not the Doctor," the man spat out, licking the air again. "My name is Barty Crouch Junior, and I'll have you know that I could end your life in this instant." He drew his wand out again. "Just two little words, and you're dead, dead, dead. And you want to know why I'm not going to do it? Because he doesn't want me to." He pointed across the room. There stood Marty Blank, in his customary black suit and shades.
"Thank you for that dramatic introduction," he said. He stepped forward, closer to the light. "This won't hurt a bit, honest. Cain? You get to start the show."
"My pleasure," Cain said, shaking out his hands. He stepped over closer to one of the brick walls, to grab his helmet off a shelf. "You're all dead, you are. Nothing can stop me. I've been hit by cars, and it's--"
The wall behind him burst in, bricks flying as a black '67 Chevy Impala revved it's way into the room, sending Cain hurtling against the far wall. The two front doors swung open, and the sound of two shotguns being pumped echoed in, dust caught in the bright beams from the headlights. There was a shadowy bulky figure in the back seat, the only light a bead of red from a cigarette.
But there, standing side by side, were the Winchester brothers, shotguns in hand.
"Anyone here need a little help?" Sam said, smiling.
"Hey girls," Dean said, waggling his eyebrows.
"Dios, you two, why?" Nadia asked, baffled.
"Oh, you see," Marty said, pulling off his sunglasses. "The boys are after me."
His eyes were the sickest of yellows. A cackle echoed out from his throat.
"I killed their parents, after all."
End of Part 6
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