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[BCM] Rage
Oct. 15th, 2008 07:40 pm[Avnas = ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
firesfallnangel, Castiel = soldier_ofgod, and follows THIS.]
He hurt. He hurt in ways he couldn’t even begin to explain. Usually he considered pain something that thrilled—he searched for it in his victim’s eyes, a sign that they understood what was happening to them, and then could feel the sweet relief when death finally came for them and the reaper took them away. A little bit of pain caused to himself was a motivator—something that edged him on, got his blood boiling. He loved the pain, but this wasn’t the kind of pain he loved.
This pain was mind numbing. It rattled his teeth and shook every part of his body. All he could feel was the burn of electricity against his skin. It was like someone had shoved hot magma down his throat and he was burning from the inside out. And when the smoke cleared, he fled.
Alloces never ran from anything. Then again Alloces usually didn’t have fear coursing through his veins.
If he had been in any rational kind of mood, he would have seen that his pride and gusto had made him feel over confident. He went in there with the intent to kill, and had it not been for that last blast of lightening, he probably would have succeeded. But that thought was of no comfort, and all he could do was hit the floor of wherever he landed—smooth hardwood that felt cool against the burning of his skin—and pray that he had brought himself to friendlier hands, as he couldn’t even remember where he had asked to be taken to. It was the barest of thoughts, a brief whisp of a wish before the mind-breaking pain had taken over and all thoughts were reduced to that of babbling and incoherence, words and sentences jumbled to the point where they didn’t make sense, and he felt as though his body was going to blow apart from the wounds he had received.
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814 words
firesfallnangel, Castiel = soldier_ofgod, and follows THIS.]He hurt. He hurt in ways he couldn’t even begin to explain. Usually he considered pain something that thrilled—he searched for it in his victim’s eyes, a sign that they understood what was happening to them, and then could feel the sweet relief when death finally came for them and the reaper took them away. A little bit of pain caused to himself was a motivator—something that edged him on, got his blood boiling. He loved the pain, but this wasn’t the kind of pain he loved.
This pain was mind numbing. It rattled his teeth and shook every part of his body. All he could feel was the burn of electricity against his skin. It was like someone had shoved hot magma down his throat and he was burning from the inside out. And when the smoke cleared, he fled.
Alloces never ran from anything. Then again Alloces usually didn’t have fear coursing through his veins.
If he had been in any rational kind of mood, he would have seen that his pride and gusto had made him feel over confident. He went in there with the intent to kill, and had it not been for that last blast of lightening, he probably would have succeeded. But that thought was of no comfort, and all he could do was hit the floor of wherever he landed—smooth hardwood that felt cool against the burning of his skin—and pray that he had brought himself to friendlier hands, as he couldn’t even remember where he had asked to be taken to. It was the barest of thoughts, a brief whisp of a wish before the mind-breaking pain had taken over and all thoughts were reduced to that of babbling and incoherence, words and sentences jumbled to the point where they didn’t make sense, and he felt as though his body was going to blow apart from the wounds he had received.
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814 words
