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Title: Gunman
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG-13
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, they're Whedon's. *sob*
Written for:open_on_sunday's David Bowie Song Title challenge.
Notes: Inspired by "Gunman."
"I crap better magic than this," Vail had said.
Hanging in the air, a knife twisting in his gut, Wesley was able to pick a few coherent thoughts out of the maelstrom of his mind.
He was severely out-magicked.
This frail-looking little demon had some real power at his command.
He had badly overestimated his own power.
His little pocketknife had been pitifully inadequate.
Damn, this hurt. Like a mother, as Gunn would say.
He'd failed. Again.
I love you, Fred.
Why, oh why, on this day of all days, hadn't he brought a gun instead of a knife?
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG-13
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, they're Whedon's. *sob*
Written for:
open_on_sunday's David Bowie Song Title challenge.Notes: Inspired by "Gunman."
"I crap better magic than this," Vail had said.
Hanging in the air, a knife twisting in his gut, Wesley was able to pick a few coherent thoughts out of the maelstrom of his mind.
He was severely out-magicked.
This frail-looking little demon had some real power at his command.
He had badly overestimated his own power.
His little pocketknife had been pitifully inadequate.
Damn, this hurt. Like a mother, as Gunn would say.
He'd failed. Again.
I love you, Fred.
Why, oh why, on this day of all days, hadn't he brought a gun instead of a knife?
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