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Day 10, cinelitchick, 1259 words
Date: 2018-06-11 04:05 am (UTC)Today's sample:
Now they were both in Bennett’s vehicle, on loan from the archdiocese for him to use while he’s in the area. She was looking at him with a frown and concern etched on her features.
“You okay?”
He turned his head in her direction. “Are you?”
She shifted her eyes to the house. “Think he’s actually home?”
Following her gaze, he replied: “One way to find out.”
They exited the vehicle. Once on the porch, Bennett opened the screen door and knocked on the main one. A minute later, Marcus was standing on the threshold.
“Wasn’t sure I’d see you again,” he said, looking at Bennett.
“God works in mysterious ways.”
Marcus grinned. “He does indeed.” Shifting his attention to Mouse, he said: “You two a double act now? Am I that far gone in your eyes?”
“Yes.”
The grin disappeared. “Right. Best come in then.”
Re: Day 10, cinelitchick, 1259 words
Date: 2018-06-13 07:15 am (UTC)Re: Day 10, cinelitchick, 1259 words
From:Day 11, cutiesonthehorizon, 1107
Date: 2018-06-11 08:58 pm (UTC)Uhm, not much of a sample, but I feel I'm overdue with something, so here:
He left the bathroom and headed down to the kitchen. Maybe Marcus was there, waiting for a proper explanation or discussing with Peter how best to let him know he wasn't welcome at their home anymore.
Somewhere in the back of his mind Tomas realized these thoughts were ridiculous. He remembered the look on Marcus' face when he told him about the shadows and everything and the man truly believed him. But that still didn't mean he wouldn't change his mind about sticking close to Tomas. Maybe this was too much trouble and Tomas knew he was hardly worth it.
Re: Day 11, cutiesonthehorizon, 1107
Date: 2018-06-12 03:49 am (UTC)Re: Day 11, cutiesonthehorizon, 1107
From:Re: Day 11, cutiesonthehorizon, 1107
From:Day 11, cinelitchick, 984 words
Date: 2018-06-12 03:55 am (UTC)Today's sample:
Amelia stood in the waiting room for nearly forty minutes. She wasn’t sure this was a good idea. In fact, she wasn’t sure this *wasn’t* a good idea. In the heat of the moment, it was genius. Now it seemed downright dangerous. Who in their right mind would put blood in the water because they *wanted* to bait the shark? She didn’t *want* to be here yet she couldn’t make herself leave. *This isn’t about you,* she kept telling herself. But wasn’t it, though? She had to believe she had done everything in her power to save what she knew in her heart was a lost cause. *Great. Now I have “Hey Jude” in my head.* She exhaled. *Calm the fuck down, Amelia. You’re not helping anybody if you don’t. Calm. Down.* Surviving the tumble down the rabbit hole was one thing. Surviving what came after was something else. Something darker and trickier.
The door to the office opened. Tomas was surprised to see he had a guest. “Amelia. This is unexpected.”
She gestured at the doorway. “Shall we?”
He nodded. “Of course.”
Re: Day 11, cinelitchick, 984 words
Date: 2018-06-13 07:19 am (UTC)Re: Day 11, cinelitchick, 984 words
From:Day 12, cutiesonthehorizon, 1470 words
Date: 2018-06-12 08:37 pm (UTC)Peter looked him straight in the eyes and without a blink nodded.
"Yes, he did."
Tomas's face fell. He thought Marcus could keep a secret. He thought Marcus could be trusted.
"Why?" he whispered and even though the question obviously wasn't aimed at Peter, the older man decided to answer.
"Because he's my partner. Because we have no secrets... and he needed my help."
Tomas blinked, the hurt look changing into one of confusion.
"Help? Help with what?"
"You," Peter answered gently.
Day 12, cinelitchick, 1087 words
Date: 2018-06-13 03:42 am (UTC)Today's sample:
“Why me? Who is this man?” Marcus wondered if he had actually encountered the man previously, not counting the sales transaction of weeks past. He knew he had pissed off a lot of people over the years and couldn’t even remotely remember them all. Then he wondered if it was a demon getting his revenge. There have been a lot of exorcised demons over the years. Almost as many as the number of people Marcus had provoked. It didn’t even necessarily have to be a demon he had met. Any one of them could have gotten it in its head to target an exorcist; especially one as feared as Marcus. Then there was Tomas to consider….
Tomas, who was watching as his friend ran the possibilities through his head like an accountant crunching the numbers. He found it utterly fascinating. Every time Marcus came up with another contender, his face registered the reveal. Finally, he concluded there were too many suspects. He stood and cupped Marcus’ face in his hands, forcing him to look at the bearded psychiatrist. “Stop.” His thumbs softly caressed Marcus’ cheeks. “Between the two of us there are too many to consider — both human and demon.”
His eyes flickered to the tantalizing lips in front of him and back to the bright blue eyes looking back. “I don’t have the answers to your questions, but I will.”
Re: Day 12, cinelitchick, 1087 words
Date: 2018-06-13 07:40 am (UTC)Re: Day 12, cinelitchick, 1087 words
From:Day 13, cutiesonthehorizon, 790 words
Date: 2018-06-13 08:38 pm (UTC)No sample today, sorry.
Re: Day 13, cutiesonthehorizon, 790 words
Date: 2018-06-14 04:57 am (UTC)Day 14, cinelitchick, 1578 words
Date: 2018-06-14 05:00 am (UTC)Today's sample:
There was a change in the air. It now pulsed with a new energy. A dark energy that wasn’t demonic, but had the potential for evil. The charge was intoxicating. Suddenly everything within the small, family-owned department store seemed relevant. He was here. He had accepted the invitation. The Salesman was humbled and delighted in equal measure. This time, they would both understand with whom they were dealing. He had had the higher ground a few weeks ago when he was in here with his family. Now the adults would talk.
Re: Day 14, cinelitchick, 1578 words
Date: 2018-06-19 10:22 am (UTC)Re: Day 14, cinelitchick, 1578 words
From:Day 14, cinelitchick, 761 words
Date: 2018-06-15 04:14 am (UTC)Today's sample:
Happiness is not something Marcus Keane has ever sought. Nor is it something he felt he was owed after the hellacious childhood he had experienced. Killing his father when he was seven years old after the old man had killed Marcus’ mum right in front of him; the foster homes, each worse than the last; being taken in by the Church and exposed to the life of an exorcist before he was a teenager. All of these things happened; he survived. He believed God had a plan and if the only way for Marcus to walk the path he was intended was to endure indelible pain at the start of his life, then so be it. There was always the threat of more torment with every exorcism. He had become very good at sealing himself off from demons, but every once awhile they would hit a scab he didn’t realize was there.
Trouble was Marcus was covered in scars both psychic and physical; the scabs were everywhere. The physical ones were both from the job and self-inflicted. He had been in a dark place when he was younger. It was his way of checking to see if he was still alive after the abuse made him numb. He had gotten inked in a few spots to cover some of the really bad wounds when he was a little older and in a much better place mentally and emotionally. On the outside of his left wrist, he also added a gun barrel tattoo. He thought it was a fitting tribute to his career as an exorcist.
Re: Day 14, cinelitchick, 761 words
Date: 2018-06-19 10:24 am (UTC)Aw Marcus...
Re: Day 14, cinelitchick, 761 words
From:Day 15, cinelitchick, 1678 words
Date: 2018-06-16 04:37 am (UTC)Today's sample (FYI: pulling the redacted card again):
[Rose] raised her hands. “I come in peace. I just want to talk. Off the record.”
He scoffed. “Yeah right.”
“Marcus. You are ninety minutes out of my way. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think it was important.”
He sighed. “Yeah alright.” He sat down at the top of the porch steps. “And you can lower your hands.”
Before Rose could say anything more, a second car pulled up next to Marcus’ pickup. [Redacted] was out of the car as soon as she turned off the ignition with Harper right behind her.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she shouted at Rose. “Haven’t you done enough damage? *And you,*” she rounded on Marcus, “why haven’t you kicked her boney ass off your property?”
“Are you sure you two aren’t related?” Rose asked, only half kidding. Seriously. Those two were so alike right now it was freaking her out.
“She said ‘shit’ when we pulled up,” Harper said.
“Yeah, I did. I said, ‘What the shit?!’ And I meant it. Because seriously. *What. The. Shit.*”
Re: Day 15, cinelitchick, 1678 words
Date: 2018-06-19 10:30 am (UTC)lol at Harper.... she's such a sweetie!!!!
Re: Day 15, cinelitchick, 1678 words
From:Day 16, Eva, 0 words (because finished)
Date: 2018-06-16 03:22 pm (UTC)https://archiveofourown.org/works/14942588
Now, I think I might work on the human hunting fic, if there are still some people left in our fandom ahaha.
Re: Day 16, Eva, 0 words (because finished)
Date: 2018-06-17 03:34 am (UTC)Re: Day 16, Eva, 0 words (because finished)
From:Day 16, cinelitchick, 968 words
Date: 2018-06-17 03:40 am (UTC)Today's sample:
Marcus now walked outside to where Tomas stood staring at the house. “If you hate it, I don’t want to know.” He saw the look of concern on his friend’s face. “What is it?”
“This is the house I saw in my vision.” He eyes fell onto Marcus. “How did you know?”
The response knocked the wind out of Marcus for a second. Tomas gripped his shoulders. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Marcus shook his head. “No, I prefer you did. I don’t know I knew, I just did.”
“The girls are not in any danger,” Tomas said. He had seen the change of expression on his beloved’s face and had anticipated the question. “Lunney wants you and me. We are the prize. He won’t strike while they are still here. If anything, they are protecting us.”
“Our bodyguards,” Marcus mumbled to himself.
Re: Day 16, cinelitchick, 968 words
Date: 2018-06-19 10:56 am (UTC)Re: Day 16, cinelitchick, 968 words
From:Day 17, cinelitchick, 1682 words
Date: 2018-06-18 04:12 am (UTC)Today's sample:
“What makes you think that, Harper?”
“Just a feeling.” She wasn’t even looking at him now. The tab of her soda can had her undivided attention.
He removed the beverage from her hands and set it aside, out of reach. “Tell me.”
“I just feel like we’re never going to be together again after today — the four of us. Like something bad is going to happen.”
Marcus knew she was holding something back. “Go on,” he prodded.
She bit her bottom lip, hesitating to say anything more. One glance at Marcus’ loving face though gave her the courage to continue. “I felt it yesterday when that lady was here.”
“Rose.”
Harper nodded. “And I felt it again, but stronger, when Tomas showed up. I don’t think he’s to blame,” she quickly added, “I just think, maybe, he’s part of the reason somehow.” She sighed. “I don’t know."
Re: Day 17, cinelitchick, 1682 words
Date: 2018-06-19 10:57 am (UTC)Re: Day 17, cinelitchick, 1682 words
From:Day 14, cutiesonthehorizon, 520 words
Date: 2018-06-18 08:07 pm (UTC)Re: Day 14, cutiesonthehorizon, 520 words
Date: 2018-06-19 04:11 am (UTC)Re: Day 14, cutiesonthehorizon, 520 words
From:Day 15-17, cutiesonthehorizon, 0 words
Date: 2018-06-18 08:09 pm (UTC)Re: Day 15-17, cutiesonthehorizon, 0 words
Date: 2018-06-19 04:12 am (UTC)Re: Day 15-17, cutiesonthehorizon, 0 words
From:Day 18, cutiesonthehorizon, 1949 words
Date: 2018-06-18 08:11 pm (UTC)A least spoilery sample:
"How does it help?" he asked and there was true curiosity in his voice. "Tomas?"
"I don't want you to think I'm a baby or something," Tomas muttered and he heard a sigh, then felt Marcus' palm on his cheek.
"I would never think that, Tomas. With all that's going on, I'm absolutely stunned you're handling things as well as you are. I'm proud of you and nothing you say will change that."
Tomas looked at Marcus, the words causing something long forgotten to stir in his stomach. A warm feeling, one he hadn't felt ever since his abuelita died. Not since last time she looked at him with eyes filled with love and pride over his school achievements. Tomas didn't know what to say, the look on Marcus' face making him suddenly too emotional. He took a deep breath and looked away, muttering a quiet 'gracias'.
"De nada," Marcus said with a smile, then became serious again.
Re: Day 18, cutiesonthehorizon, 1949 words
Date: 2018-06-19 04:16 am (UTC)Re: Day 18, cutiesonthehorizon, 1949 words
From:Re: Day 18, cutiesonthehorizon, 1949 words
From:Day 18, cinelitchick, 1418 words
Date: 2018-06-19 04:22 am (UTC)Today's sample:
Over lunch, which they had outside since there was a table on the patio and plenty of space, [redacted] asked Marcus how old he was when he saw his first demon. She nearly choked on her bite of quesadilla when he said he had been twelve at the time.
“As I held my ground and faced the demon inside the man, I knew this was my calling. I stayed in that cell giving him the rites until Father Sean let me out hours later. I impressed that man just a bit that day. That was a bloody miracle in its own right.” He took a swig from his soda can.
“I never realized you were so young,” Tomas marveled. “The amount of fortitude you had at that age is very impressive.”
“It was the only way to survive in the system. Hell, it was the only way for me to survive, period.” Marcus wasn’t looking at anyone. He was scraping his thumbnail at the can wishing it had a label he could peel off.
Re: Day 18, cinelitchick, 1418 words
Date: 2018-06-19 10:59 am (UTC)Aw Marcus... *wanna hug him*
Re: Day 18, cinelitchick, 1418 words
From:Day 19, cinelitchick, 1620 words
Date: 2018-06-20 04:08 am (UTC)Today's sample:
“Sorry, mate,” he spoke louder than normal to be heard over the white noise created by the other patrons. “Traffic was worse than I expected; then trying to find a parking spot once I got here…”
Bennett shook his head. He was still in his cleric’s uniform, but he had a slight buzz nonetheless. “It’s fine. If anyone asks, you’ve been in the loo for the past twenty minutes.”
The older priest narrowed his bright blue eyes and tilted his head, a smile already forming.
“Just say it’s the chili.”
“Why?”
“It’s *always* the chili.”
“Now I resent that,” said a middle-aged blonde woman as she slapped down a cocktail napkin on the bar in front of Marcus and a bottle of Corona Extra on top of the napkin. “I make the best damn chili in this godforsaken town. *No one* complains about my chili.”
“Probably because they would sooner shit their pants then mention it,” Marcus said, his smile twisting into an impish grin as he took a swig of his Mexican lager.
Re: Day 19, cinelitchick, 1620 words
Date: 2018-06-23 06:20 pm (UTC)Re: Day 19, cinelitchick, 1620 words
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2018-06-25 02:00 am (UTC) - ExpandRe: Day 19, cinelitchick, 1620 words
From:Day 20, cinelitchick, 1160 words
Date: 2018-06-21 04:01 am (UTC)Today's sample:
It hit him just before he reached the alley next to the bar. The air was different; ionized somehow. A sulfuric odor permeated his nostrils. He looked to his left. There, standing in the space between the bar and the parking lot was The Salesman.
Rose Cooper officially had given him that moniker in her most recent Bloodhound piece. She had selected it because, in her words: “He goes around like a door-to-door salesman pitching his product to unwitting families, who have no idea they already have signed a contract and what they actually have bought is death.” She was as subtle as a sledgehammer, but the website received five times the number of unique visitors as a result. After Marcus had read the story, he had wanted to take a sledgehammer to his laptop but thought better of it. He poured himself three fingers of scotch instead and felt all the better for it.
Now the man formerly known as Emmet Lunney watched him as a wolf observes a sheep; seeing not a meek creature minding its own business, but something far more insidious: dinner. Marcus Keane had no intention of being on anyone’s menu. Not tonight. Not ever. He approached the demon purposefully; taking him by the neck and slamming his back into the brick wall of the bar.
“What do you want, demon?” Marcus growled.
Re: Day 20, cinelitchick, 1160 words
Date: 2018-06-23 06:23 pm (UTC)Oooh, that is a lovely description, ehehe. This is a very cool scene <3
Re: Day 20, cinelitchick, 1160 words
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2018-06-25 02:03 am (UTC) - ExpandDay 20, cinelitchick, 1246 words
Date: 2018-06-22 03:50 am (UTC)Today's sample:
Marcus sat in the pickup truck for a long while after he parked it in the driveway of his temporary home. The walk back to the vehicle had been uneventful. He had managed to calm himself enough before getting behind the wheel. The anger hadn’t dissipated, but the shaking had. It had been a long time since he felt the full brunt of the righteous fury of his youth. The heat would flare up during exorcisms, especially when dealing with a particularly indignant demon. Mostly though it had laid dormant, like an active volcano that was supposed to erupt again. He felt it was only a matter of time.
His eyes were closed. He sought guidance from the Heavenly Father, but found none. His presence he could not feel within him. This saddened him, but he wasn’t surprised. He had felt Him fading in the weeks following [redacted]’s exorcism. It hit him that he had been alone for a few days. God had left the building at the same time as Christopher Osborne. “Drove you out, did I? Finally washed your hands of me?” There was a bitterness in his tone he wasn’t expecting yet he didn’t swallow it — he savored it.
Re: Day 20, cinelitchick, 1246 words
Date: 2018-06-23 06:25 pm (UTC)Awwww.... Osborne? Is that Peter? ehehe
Once again very nice word count! And yay, you're wrapping up loose ends, you're getting closer to the end! I'm so jealous about that :D
Re: Day 20, cinelitchick, 1246 words
From: (Anonymous) - Date: 2018-06-25 02:07 am (UTC) - ExpandDay 22, cinelitchick, 1456 words
Date: 2018-06-23 04:13 am (UTC)Today's sample:
Amelia had debated whether or not to go through with it. She had weighed the pros and cons, hoping to stack the deck in her favor. Was she really though? If she was being honest, going through with it was the healthiest thing for her. Her hands were shaking. She made them into fists and held them like that for a few seconds before slowly releasing them. It helped a little. So had the two glasses of merlot. It was just after one in the afternoon and already she was on her third glass. She stared at her mobile. The thought of not doing what she clearly needed to do made her queasy so she grabbed the phone and selected the contact from the list on her screen.
The call connected.
The phone on the other end rang.
And rang.
And rang.
And rang.
The voicemail picked up.
She let out a sigh of relief. Then cast her eyes upwards and mouthed “thank you” to God or whomever may be listening.
It was time to leave a message.
Re: Day 22, cinelitchick, 1456 words
Date: 2018-06-23 06:26 pm (UTC)Re: Day 22, cinelitchick, 1456 words
From:Day 23, cinelitchick, 567 words
Date: 2018-06-24 06:41 am (UTC)Today's sample:
Dinner was held at the kitchen table. The furniture was still wet from the inclement weather of the past two days. It was a relatively quiet affair, but the silence was comfortable. There wasn't much to say as they were caught up with each other's lives. Just being in the same space together was enough.
As they were doing the dishes, Tomas washing and Marcus drying, the former made a pronouncement. “I'm happy you're feeling like your old self. There's a confidence in you of late that had been in hiding since I've known you. It's been good seeing it present itself.”
“The Old Gray Lion on the prowl.”
Tomas put down into the soapy water the plate he was holding. “Exactly.”
“I do feel like myself -- more than I have in some time.”
“The house was a good idea then.”
“So were you.”
Re: Day 23, cinelitchick, 567 words
Date: 2018-06-30 07:50 am (UTC)Lol also... everytime I read something about dinner in this fic, I wonder just what is on the menu :D
Re: Day 23, cinelitchick, 567 words
From:Day 24, cinelitchick, 1352 words
Date: 2018-06-25 04:43 am (UTC)Today's sample:
“So this is the room where it happened.”
They were in the bedroom portion of Marcus’ living room in Wolf Trap.
“This is where you slaughtered my soldier in cold blood.”
“It was self-defense.”
The Salesman laughed. “Was it now? Christ, you sound just like him. When you swallowed his come, did you know it would mold you in his image?” Bitterness had replaced the mirth in its tone.
Marcus ignored the comment. “You hire another demon to do your wetwork and now you’re bitching about the result? I’m seriously underwhelmed here. You seemed much more impressive the other night.”
“Is that why you went crying to Daddy? Because you were scared of me?”
“I went because I had some things to say Him. Things that had been building up for years, but I hadn’t had the nerve to say until then. So thanks for that.”
Re: Day 24, cinelitchick, 1352 words
Date: 2018-06-30 07:52 am (UTC)“Is that why you went crying to Daddy? Because you were scared of me?”
“I went because I had some things to say Him. Things that had been building up for years, but I hadn’t had the nerve to say until then. So thanks for that.”
Love this little chat, hehe. Bantering with demons is always fun in fic :)
Re: Day 24, cinelitchick, 1352 words
From:Day 25, cinelitchick, 1559 words
Date: 2018-06-26 04:41 am (UTC)Today's sample:
Marcus had his rosary wrapped around his left wrist, but it wasn’t just any rosary. This featured a cross the size of his hand sitting within a circle. The cross, which was in his palm, was held up at eye level and pressed into The Salesman’s forehead. “Unclean Spirit! Whoever you are, and all your companions who possess this servant of God. By the mysteries of the Incarnation, the Sufferings and Death, the Resurrection, and the Ascension of Our Lord Jesus Christ; by the sending of the Holy Spirit; and by the Coming of Our Lord into Last Judgment, I command you—”
“You command nothing,” The Salesman hissed, regaining its strength. “You have no power here. Your precious God abandoned you after your temper tantrum. This one is integrated. He’s mine!”
“Lord, Hear my prayer,” Tomas’ voice dominated as he stood next to Marcus.
“And let my cry reach you,” his partner replied, matching Tomas’ vocal power.
“May the Lord be with you.”
“And with your spirit.”
“ENOUGH!” roared the demon.
Re: Day 25, cinelitchick, 1559 words
Date: 2018-06-30 07:53 am (UTC)Re: Day 25, cinelitchick, 1559 words
From:Day 26, cinelitchick, 1217 words
Date: 2018-06-27 04:12 am (UTC)I debated whether a preview would be possible, but it turns out it is.
Today's sample:
It wasn’t till she got home that night that she was able to open the package. It was late and she nearly left it till the next day, but her curiosity got the better of her. She had been having drinks with colleagues at a mixer the company had hosted. This happened once a month; a way to foster relationships and boost morale. Now it was almost ten and she had to be up at six. She got ready for bed first. Then she grabbed the medium-sized envelope and after she climbed into bed, tore it open. Inside were two A2-sized envelopes: one with her name written on it and another for Harper. Her heart plunged; she knew who had sent them.
Re: Day 26, cinelitchick, 1217 words
Date: 2018-06-30 07:55 am (UTC)Also yay, you keep hacking away at this so fast! I love your word counts <3 Such a great job:)
Re: Day 26, cinelitchick, 1217 words
From:Day 27, cinelitchick, 1810 words
Date: 2018-06-28 04:26 am (UTC)Today's sample:
The buzzer sounded on the intercom in her apartment just as Amelia was about to walk out the door. Odd. She wasn’t expecting anything. Once she stepped off the elevator into the lobby, she spotted the Federal Express employee waiting with one of those cardboard envelopes. Eyeing the package as she signed for it, her imagination whirled at the possibilities. In the end, she settled for what was most likely. *It’s probably just some stupid advertisement from a car dealership who wants to buy my vehicle.* She wished the delivery woman a nice day and went on her way.
She waited till she was settled at a table in Crawford’s coffee shop before she opened the package. A chill fell over her the second her hand touched the envelope inside. ... Slowly, she pulled out the cream-colored A2-sized sleeve and saw her name written in very familiar handwriting. Her heart seized; the action so sharp, she threw her hand to her chest as she gasped. The feeling in her chest eased and her breathing resumed.
Re: Day 27, cinelitchick, 1810 words
Date: 2018-06-30 07:56 am (UTC)Re: Day 27, cinelitchick, 1810 words
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