[MWR] Conspiracy Theory quote
Jan. 25th, 2009 11:14 pm[Ruby =
ilove_atallman, Uriel =
a_specialist, Castiel is an NPC. Set after THIS.]
“Have you ever been in a place where hope was gone? Where all that's left is patience?”
He couldn’t win.
“You’re not my brother.”
Sam’s words resonated in the back of his mind as dry wall cracked and shattered in front of him, his fists pounding into the wall of the motel room searching for some kind of rhythm, the sound hoping to drown out his brother’s words that echoed in the back of his head over and over again.
“You’re not my brother.”
“You’re not my brother.”
“You’re not my brother.”
He just hit harder as the words got louder, and soon there was nothing left to punch on the wall. He gasped in pain as his hand went through and hit brick, before his body collapsed against what was left of the wall face first.
The wall hadn’t been his first victim. He’d started with the television and the lamps and the tables, before he’d made his way around to the walls, his motions not exact or precise—just to looking to cause as much damage as he could for as long as he could. He wanted to make the anger stop, the roaring behind his ears that threatened to take over completely. Destroying the wall still wasn’t enough. He wanted blood between his fingers. He wanted someone to hurt. He wanted to go find a demon he could tear apart with his bare hands and fight for some kind of control in a world that was slipping out from under him.
( *** )
1350 words
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“Have you ever been in a place where hope was gone? Where all that's left is patience?”
He couldn’t win.
“You’re not my brother.”
Sam’s words resonated in the back of his mind as dry wall cracked and shattered in front of him, his fists pounding into the wall of the motel room searching for some kind of rhythm, the sound hoping to drown out his brother’s words that echoed in the back of his head over and over again.
“You’re not my brother.”
“You’re not my brother.”
“You’re not my brother.”
He just hit harder as the words got louder, and soon there was nothing left to punch on the wall. He gasped in pain as his hand went through and hit brick, before his body collapsed against what was left of the wall face first.
The wall hadn’t been his first victim. He’d started with the television and the lamps and the tables, before he’d made his way around to the walls, his motions not exact or precise—just to looking to cause as much damage as he could for as long as he could. He wanted to make the anger stop, the roaring behind his ears that threatened to take over completely. Destroying the wall still wasn’t enough. He wanted blood between his fingers. He wanted someone to hurt. He wanted to go find a demon he could tear apart with his bare hands and fight for some kind of control in a world that was slipping out from under him.
( *** )
1350 words