[Voice] with a side of [Location: Speares] The pen is blue

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

[Cassie sits out on a park bench, watching the extras mingle, their murmured nonsense faint. Her tablet is in one hand, the stylus in the other. She scribbles in an absentminded fashion, humming some Nine Inch Nails to herself quietly. She taps the tip of the stylus to the outer side of the screen, switching out the colors.]



[When Cassie finishes, she sighs, her chest aching a little. Damn this glitch, causing words to bubble up that she would never tell another soul.]

When I die, I'm afraid I'm going to come back as one of the things that I hunt.

I'm afraid I'm going to end up like my mom.

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[Voice]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

You too, huh? [Dean CAN'T HELP IT, he even sounds like he's trying not to say it.]

[Voice]

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

Seems like it comes with the job.

I mean, I talk like it doesn't bother me, but...it does. A lot.

[There's a faint grunt, like she's trying to fight what she's about to say next.]

I dream about her. A lot.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Nah, I know what you mean. I sure as hell don't want to be a demon, especially after-- [alskdf Dean stops dead, because he doesn't want to say that, and there's the sound of Dean spazzing out for a moment before he finishes:] --going through Hell.

[Which can be taken in many different ways, so he thinks he might be safe with that?]

Dream 'bout who?

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

You went through Hell? [That wasn't so weird. People go through their own version of hell. But he mentioned becoming a demon.]

[She can't stop herself from answering, but her throat is so tight, she can't help but whisper.]

Nightmares. Of what happened when she came back. Every night it ends with me killing her.

[locked to Cassie]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[Damn it Cassie! He'll be quickly locking the message to just Cassie before he blurts out:] Yeah, I went through Hell. You know, in the biblical sense. It sucked, lemme tell you that.

[Facepalm. But Cassie's whisper makes Dean go :\ and his answer probably will not help:]

Sorry, Cassie. Nothing I can do about it.

[voice]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

I really, really doubt that you will, Cassie.

[Oh, look! She is using her 'I am concerned' voice.]

[voice]

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

You don't know that, Cor. I told you how they're made. I'm ripe for the picking.

[voice]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Well, how long has it been since your last... well, 'act'? Doesn't that get points or something?

[voice]

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

Doesn't matter. The past couple years before I came here...I was fucking swimming in blood. I kill each of those bastards and they keep coming. I got all this rage and hate inside me. For being ridiculed as a kid. For being a freak. For what I've dealt with and I'm perfect to be the next fucking slasher.

[voice]

[intuitivewiccan.livejournal.com]

[Tara has her 'concernicus' face on, though Cassie can't see that right now]

Cassie?

[Hey, it's truth time, right? So the truth from Tara, in response to Cassie's present murmurings]

You won't. I-I promise you won't.

[voice]

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

[Cassie's throat tightens at Tara's voice.]

You don't know that, Tara. You don't know what I've done. What's inside me.

[voice]

[intuitivewiccan.livejournal.com]

What...what do you think is inside of you?

[voice]

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

I...I don't know.

But it ain't good.

[voice]

[hadthisfeeling.livejournal.com]

[Finch is very new to this tablet stuff, but he thinks he gets the whole idea about how to switch different modes]

Your mum? What's she like, then?

[voice]

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

Dead.

She's dead.

[It doesn't matter whose asking the question. She doesn't recognize this man's voice and the glitch stops her from putting off answering the question.]

[voice]

[hadthisfeeling.livejournal.com]

[Now he's confused.]

You're afraid you're going to die?

[voice]

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Then get back up and start killing people like she did.

Be a fucking monster that won't stop until someone puts a bullet in my brain.

[voice]

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't know the person on the other end of the tablet - hasn't made much of an effort to meet anyone yet - but she can relate to the fear of turning out like her mum. As for becoming the things she hunts - well she's had those nightmares too.]

It doesn't have to happen. I... you don't have to be like her.

[voice]

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

[All these new people. Think they can make her feel better by talking about shit they don't know.]

You don't know that.

[voice]

[aces-are-rare.livejournal.com]

Yeah well you don't know it's not true, do you? You're not like her yet.

[voice]

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna be. The things I've done. There's no way I'm not gonna end like her.

[voice]

[been-tested.livejournal.com]

[That strikes a chord in Doyle and he's talking before he can stop it.]

It's my father for me but I know how you feel, I think. Except he was a demon not an undead.

[This would be the sound of a sharply indrawn breath and something that's probably a curse, but not in English.]

[voice]

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

[A long, long pause]

You're...a demon?

[voice]

[been-tested.livejournal.com]

Half. I'm human on my mother's side. I never met him and she would not say a word about him. I never knew 'til it just popped out one day, in the literal sense. I've got spines, you see. Even when I started showing signs of inheriting things from him she only told me that he was a demon and she wouldn't have ever said anything if I hadn't shown any. I think the silence is pretty damning on how I happened, yeah?

[groan. sounding a little panicked] Great time for the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I didn't want to tell anybody.

[voice]

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. Do you think you would have liked to meet him? Just to see how he was. How like him you were?

I won't tell anyone. At least, I'll try not to.