This Is How You Fall - Part 1/2, [G] - Ruby/(Dean+Sam implied)
Title: This Is How You Fall - Chapter 1 (This is how you fall.. from Hell)
Author: force-oblique
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Ruby/Dean/Sam (implied) - Ruby POV
Spoilers/Warnings: All of Ruby-related episodes but mostly 3x09
Word Count: In Progress
Summary: And this is how you fall from hell, with broken pieces on your face, like burning tar, sizzling on your skin, throbbing with heat...
Author's Notes:This is a take on what could Ruby feel and what she may have been through when she was in hell and when she finally got free of it... Next chapter will be mostly Ruby/Dean/Sam! ;)
~ English is not my native language so excuse any crappiness and/or mistakes!
Dedication: This fic is dedicated to:
[1]lilah-london who inspired me to write Supernatural Fiction Again and
[2]lacrymosa-star who introduced me to the Evans Blue's Music!
Hope you like, Sophie and Jannie!
Lyrics: Cold But I'm Still Here - Evans Blue - Listen
Crossposted to sn-fic, supernaturalfic, spn-ruby
This Is How You Fall... - Chapter 1 (From Hell)
And this is how you fall with broken pieces on your face, like burning tar, sizzling on your skin, throbbing with heat, tearing through your skin layers till they reach your core, melting your bone structure.
And there you are, fallen and broken, unsustained with nothing to hold up the fragmented pieces of your being.
They say when you fall,when you escape hell, your sanity is the first thing that leaves you, as if it's afraid of what might happen to it when hell catches up with you again.
You keep wandering in a world you'd stopped calling your own, your realm, a long time ago, centuries even.
Your feet bare, your body stiff, your hands sore.
Your hair dangling on your back, a comforting weight, reminding you that you are not gonna soar and go back again.
{Hello, I'm your martyr, will you be my gangster
can you feel my trigger hand, moving further down your back
when you hide, hide inside that body
but just remember that when I touch you
the more you shake, the more you give away}
You have really fallen from the 7th leavel of hell you'd been condemned to.
The marks of your restraints physical and otherwise, apparent on your skin.
The bitterness palpable on your tongue, like grains of unrefined sand filling your mouth, scratching against the inside of your cheeks.
And that's when you feel it, it's inescapable.
A sudden urge as intense as an electric shock, to rid yourself of the insides of your stomach.
But you haven't been human in a long while, the feelings of queasiness and drowsiness seem alien to you.
As alien as the colored eyes that look back at you when you stare at your reflection on the first windshield of the first car you encounter.
It could be so easy.
You are almost certain that your demon strength would enable you to tear that car apart with your bare hands and you are tempted to test it.
You want to test your limits, tear something apart, destroy something, but you know that whoever hurt you during your mortal life is now long gone...dust even.
It's your human body that makes you feel weird as if it is not completely yours, yet it feels so familiar, soothing.
Like it's something to contain not only your form and essence, but some part of who you'd been, as well.
{you're so endearing, you're so beautiful,
well I don't look like they do, and I don't love like they do
but I don't hate like they do
am I ever on your mind?}
Your eyes turn black again, matching the darkness of the night on which you fall almost to perfection, but you can see clearly for the first time.
You can see clearly something other than the orange-red devouring flames of the fire that engulfed you and scorched you in hell.
Your ears much more sensitive than a mere human's, can hear something else than a constant moaning, the screams and pleadings of the newcomers, the scoffs of the high-level demons.
In your mouth, in your saliva at last there's something different than bile and tangible hatred.
Even the sourness of your own vomit seems sweet, too sweet for words.
{wait, another minute here, time will kill us after all
now can you feel its second hand wrapped around your neck
so fall into my eyes and fall into my lies
but don't you forget
the more you turn away, the more I want you to stay}
For a moment you stand still.
You close your eyes, unafraid knowing that nothing can touch you and you just inhale as deeply as you can.
You welcome the new smells that reach through your nostrils, fume, dust, gasoline...
But also human smells, people are walking not far from you.
Unaware of who you are, what you are, what you could do to them...
Oblivious and blissfull in their ignorance, just as you once were.
You can smell their fears, their desires, pheromones and andrenaline through the air.
You barely stiffle a giggle.
If anyone saw you, they'd think you are crazy. But you don't care.
You haven't fallen to the best place in town, just a dark, deserted alley and it stinks.
It stinks of decay and piss and despair but anything is better than the smell of burning flesh, of bodies slowly decomposing, decaying, rotting and of the smell of a torment you know you cannot avoid.
{cold, but I'm still here, blind, 'cause I'm so blind, say never
we're far from comfortable this time
cold, now we're so cold, mine, and you're not mine, say never
we're far from obvious this time}
Of course, you knew that.
After all, you did sell your soul to the devil and he came to collect.
He always collects.
And you can still remember the day you made the deal.
It was the only way, so you agreed, fully aware of the consequences.
Only at that time it all seemed so far away in the future that the price didn't appear quite so dear.
And when he came to apprehend you, your voice a broken whisper, mouthing "I need a little more time", you knew there'd be no second chances.
He was ruthless, unwavering, steady and fierce and as he dragged you to hell, you refused to blink, wishing to capture as much of the beauty of the world as you could and keep it prisoner inside your eyes in order to sustain you in the perpetual darkness you've been condemned.
{wait, another minute here, time will kill us after all
now can you feel its second hand wrapped around your neck
..can you feel my trigger hand, moving further down your back
when you hide, hide inside that body}
You refused to scream or beg, more because you knew there'd come a time, not long from now, when you'd lose your dignity along with everything else, anyways.
The unending spiral of hell's torments swiveling around you, confusing you, augmenting your anguish.
And that was the moment right there.
The moment at which you refused to blink again, refused to let go of your world, to lose contact with its uniqueness just yet.
The moment at which you prayed that even if the images fade, if the sounds die out, if the smells are not as sharp anymore, at least there's one thing you'll never forget and that's how it feels to be human.
{you're so endearing, you're so beautiful,
well I don't look like they do, and I don't love like they do
but I don't hate like they do
am I ever on your mind?}
And as you stand still, in this god-forshaken place, this dimly lit alley, you are calm and relieved, because at least it's not hell.
Nothing can compare to hell.
That giggle rising in your chest again.. It feels like you've won. Almost....
You've spent months, years, decades planning your escape knowing it's a chimera. It's unthinkable, at least that's what others kept telling you.
Only you don't think it's unthinkable.
Rather, it's the only thing you can think of. But it does seem unattainable.
Yet, "never say never" the saying goes and at least you've got time on your side, if nothing else.
Because, after all, demons are forever.
And when that blessed day comes, the day on which you feel the earth move, shaking from its very core and great power is released, you know it is your chance to sneak out of your prison unnoticed, along with others, and you seize it.
And just as you thought that God had shown mercy on you, even though you've crossed to the other side, you find that it was only a mistake.
Unintended, accidental and not a well-orchestrated diversion by someone who took pity on you, for you to be free.
You learn of the brothers, the Winchesters. Dean and Sam.
They had set the whole thing in motion, wishing to obliterate you but failing miserably.
But still you feel like you owe them something, somehow...
And that feeling is even more intensified when you find out that the older brother, Dean, made the same deal you made with a demon in order to save his younger brother, Sam.
When did that chivalry, that selfishlessness, that self-sacrifice turn into such a catastrophe? you think and you can feel something snap inside you, because for the first time in your lame tormented existence you feel connected to something, drawn to it, since that was the path you led as a human.
And now; in this body, it's still the only path you recognize.
It's the path to self-destruction, paved with self-loathing.
And tears start rolling down your cheeks and you wonder if they are as black as your eyes...
And as you stare at your bare feet, cut from the rough,jagged corners of the concrete and the bruises that have already started coloring up your skin, you decide that you do remember how it feels to be human.
And you will be there to help the brothers never forget.
And this is how you fall, this is how you fell....
{Cold, you broke me from the very first night
I'd love you 'til the day that I die
I'm far too comfortable this time
Cold, I loved you from the very first night
you broke me 'til the day that I die
I'm far too obvious this time}
End Of Part One - This Is How You Fall - From Hell
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Author: force-oblique
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Ruby/Dean/Sam (implied) - Ruby POV
Spoilers/Warnings: All of Ruby-related episodes but mostly 3x09
Word Count: In Progress
Summary: And this is how you fall from hell, with broken pieces on your face, like burning tar, sizzling on your skin, throbbing with heat...
Author's Notes:This is a take on what could Ruby feel and what she may have been through when she was in hell and when she finally got free of it... Next chapter will be mostly Ruby/Dean/Sam! ;)
~ English is not my native language so excuse any crappiness and/or mistakes!
Dedication: This fic is dedicated to:
[1]lilah-london who inspired me to write Supernatural Fiction Again and
[2]lacrymosa-star who introduced me to the Evans Blue's Music!
Hope you like, Sophie and Jannie!
Lyrics: Cold But I'm Still Here - Evans Blue - Listen
Crossposted to sn-fic, supernaturalfic, spn-ruby
This Is How You Fall... - Chapter 1 (From Hell)
And this is how you fall with broken pieces on your face, like burning tar, sizzling on your skin, throbbing with heat, tearing through your skin layers till they reach your core, melting your bone structure.
And there you are, fallen and broken, unsustained with nothing to hold up the fragmented pieces of your being.
They say when you fall,when you escape hell, your sanity is the first thing that leaves you, as if it's afraid of what might happen to it when hell catches up with you again.
You keep wandering in a world you'd stopped calling your own, your realm, a long time ago, centuries even.
Your feet bare, your body stiff, your hands sore.
Your hair dangling on your back, a comforting weight, reminding you that you are not gonna soar and go back again.
{Hello, I'm your martyr, will you be my gangster
can you feel my trigger hand, moving further down your back
when you hide, hide inside that body
but just remember that when I touch you
the more you shake, the more you give away}
You have really fallen from the 7th leavel of hell you'd been condemned to.
The marks of your restraints physical and otherwise, apparent on your skin.
The bitterness palpable on your tongue, like grains of unrefined sand filling your mouth, scratching against the inside of your cheeks.
And that's when you feel it, it's inescapable.
A sudden urge as intense as an electric shock, to rid yourself of the insides of your stomach.
But you haven't been human in a long while, the feelings of queasiness and drowsiness seem alien to you.
As alien as the colored eyes that look back at you when you stare at your reflection on the first windshield of the first car you encounter.
It could be so easy.
You are almost certain that your demon strength would enable you to tear that car apart with your bare hands and you are tempted to test it.
You want to test your limits, tear something apart, destroy something, but you know that whoever hurt you during your mortal life is now long gone...dust even.
It's your human body that makes you feel weird as if it is not completely yours, yet it feels so familiar, soothing.
Like it's something to contain not only your form and essence, but some part of who you'd been, as well.
{you're so endearing, you're so beautiful,
well I don't look like they do, and I don't love like they do
but I don't hate like they do
am I ever on your mind?}
Your eyes turn black again, matching the darkness of the night on which you fall almost to perfection, but you can see clearly for the first time.
You can see clearly something other than the orange-red devouring flames of the fire that engulfed you and scorched you in hell.
Your ears much more sensitive than a mere human's, can hear something else than a constant moaning, the screams and pleadings of the newcomers, the scoffs of the high-level demons.
In your mouth, in your saliva at last there's something different than bile and tangible hatred.
Even the sourness of your own vomit seems sweet, too sweet for words.
{wait, another minute here, time will kill us after all
now can you feel its second hand wrapped around your neck
so fall into my eyes and fall into my lies
but don't you forget
the more you turn away, the more I want you to stay}
For a moment you stand still.
You close your eyes, unafraid knowing that nothing can touch you and you just inhale as deeply as you can.
You welcome the new smells that reach through your nostrils, fume, dust, gasoline...
But also human smells, people are walking not far from you.
Unaware of who you are, what you are, what you could do to them...
Oblivious and blissfull in their ignorance, just as you once were.
You can smell their fears, their desires, pheromones and andrenaline through the air.
You barely stiffle a giggle.
If anyone saw you, they'd think you are crazy. But you don't care.
You haven't fallen to the best place in town, just a dark, deserted alley and it stinks.
It stinks of decay and piss and despair but anything is better than the smell of burning flesh, of bodies slowly decomposing, decaying, rotting and of the smell of a torment you know you cannot avoid.
{cold, but I'm still here, blind, 'cause I'm so blind, say never
we're far from comfortable this time
cold, now we're so cold, mine, and you're not mine, say never
we're far from obvious this time}
Of course, you knew that.
After all, you did sell your soul to the devil and he came to collect.
He always collects.
And you can still remember the day you made the deal.
It was the only way, so you agreed, fully aware of the consequences.
Only at that time it all seemed so far away in the future that the price didn't appear quite so dear.
And when he came to apprehend you, your voice a broken whisper, mouthing "I need a little more time", you knew there'd be no second chances.
He was ruthless, unwavering, steady and fierce and as he dragged you to hell, you refused to blink, wishing to capture as much of the beauty of the world as you could and keep it prisoner inside your eyes in order to sustain you in the perpetual darkness you've been condemned.
{wait, another minute here, time will kill us after all
now can you feel its second hand wrapped around your neck
..can you feel my trigger hand, moving further down your back
when you hide, hide inside that body}
You refused to scream or beg, more because you knew there'd come a time, not long from now, when you'd lose your dignity along with everything else, anyways.
The unending spiral of hell's torments swiveling around you, confusing you, augmenting your anguish.
And that was the moment right there.
The moment at which you refused to blink again, refused to let go of your world, to lose contact with its uniqueness just yet.
The moment at which you prayed that even if the images fade, if the sounds die out, if the smells are not as sharp anymore, at least there's one thing you'll never forget and that's how it feels to be human.
{you're so endearing, you're so beautiful,
well I don't look like they do, and I don't love like they do
but I don't hate like they do
am I ever on your mind?}
And as you stand still, in this god-forshaken place, this dimly lit alley, you are calm and relieved, because at least it's not hell.
Nothing can compare to hell.
That giggle rising in your chest again.. It feels like you've won. Almost....
You've spent months, years, decades planning your escape knowing it's a chimera. It's unthinkable, at least that's what others kept telling you.
Only you don't think it's unthinkable.
Rather, it's the only thing you can think of. But it does seem unattainable.
Yet, "never say never" the saying goes and at least you've got time on your side, if nothing else.
Because, after all, demons are forever.
And when that blessed day comes, the day on which you feel the earth move, shaking from its very core and great power is released, you know it is your chance to sneak out of your prison unnoticed, along with others, and you seize it.
And just as you thought that God had shown mercy on you, even though you've crossed to the other side, you find that it was only a mistake.
Unintended, accidental and not a well-orchestrated diversion by someone who took pity on you, for you to be free.
You learn of the brothers, the Winchesters. Dean and Sam.
They had set the whole thing in motion, wishing to obliterate you but failing miserably.
But still you feel like you owe them something, somehow...
And that feeling is even more intensified when you find out that the older brother, Dean, made the same deal you made with a demon in order to save his younger brother, Sam.
When did that chivalry, that selfishlessness, that self-sacrifice turn into such a catastrophe? you think and you can feel something snap inside you, because for the first time in your lame tormented existence you feel connected to something, drawn to it, since that was the path you led as a human.
And now; in this body, it's still the only path you recognize.
It's the path to self-destruction, paved with self-loathing.
And tears start rolling down your cheeks and you wonder if they are as black as your eyes...
And as you stare at your bare feet, cut from the rough,jagged corners of the concrete and the bruises that have already started coloring up your skin, you decide that you do remember how it feels to be human.
And you will be there to help the brothers never forget.
And this is how you fall, this is how you fell....
{Cold, you broke me from the very first night
I'd love you 'til the day that I die
I'm far too comfortable this time
Cold, I loved you from the very first night
you broke me 'til the day that I die
I'm far too obvious this time}
End Of Part One - This Is How You Fall - From Hell
Comments/Feedback Welcome and really appreciated =D
If you liked this, Other Supernatural Fiction
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