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beer_good_foamyTwo challenge thingies. For ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
open_on_sunday's challenge "Clock":
Title: Working Nine To Five
Author: Beer Good (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG13
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Angel, early s5
Character: Angel
It's centuries since Angel felt free. Being evil was a full-time job, especially now that he's realized how much fun it wasn't. Since then he's drifted, fought evil, had vacations (some voluntary, some not), skulked in the dark 24/7, but he's never had... working hours. Free time. Leisure.
Obviously, the battle's not won or anything. But with an office, a staff and Wolfram & Hart behind him, he can work more efficiently; fight evil for 60 hours a week, then clock out, go home and live a little when the job's done.
His penthouse is 50 floors up. And it's free.
Forstill_grrr's challenge "Musicals/Opera":
Title: Express Delivery
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 350
Warning: Canon events.
Fandom: Angel, pre-series.
Character: Daniel Holtz.
Summary: Incorporating lyrics from Jeff Wayne's adaptation of The War of the Worlds.
Listen, do you hear them drawing near,
In their search for the sinners?
Feeding on the power of our fear,
And the evil within us.
Incarnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread,
When the demons arrive,
Those alive would be better off dead!
Father
There are times when Daniel is ready to give up. When he just wants to stay home, trust in someone else to fight the demons. After all, there doesn't seem to be any end to the fiends, and a man can only fight the inevitable so long. Why shouldn't he be allowed to be done? He has a family, he has a wife who loves him despite all the times she's had to wash ash and soot from his clothes. He holds his daughter before he leaves on another hunt, and he doesn't want to let her go. But then he looks in her eyes and he knows.
lead us not into temptation
He rides out and does what a man must do. There are things worth fighting for.
He sweeps across the country, he hunts the soulless monsters. He almost catches them, hears them curse him as they only barely escape. He takes out his frustration on their underlings, puts the fear of God into them, rides them down and sends them back to the hell they came from.
He keeps coming back more tired, having had to go further each time. His wife washes the blood and grime from his clothes, and his daughter is a little older. He looks in her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes pleading with him to stay, and he knows.
deliver us from
He rides out and does what a father must do. There are things worth dying for.
He sweeps across the country, he hunts the soulless monsters. He almost catches them, imagines them laughing as they slip from his grasp. He feels all of hell snapping at his heels as he rides for home.
He comes back. His wife is lying in blood and dust, her clothes in disarray, and his daughter is a little colder. He looks in her eyes, her cold yellow eyes, and he knows.
evil
Let the Devil take the spirit of man; he rides out and does what he must do. Even when there's nothing worth living for, there are still things worth killing for.
open_on_sunday's challenge "Clock":Title: Working Nine To Five
Author: Beer Good (
beer_good_foamy)Rating: PG13
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Angel, early s5
Character: Angel
It's centuries since Angel felt free. Being evil was a full-time job, especially now that he's realized how much fun it wasn't. Since then he's drifted, fought evil, had vacations (some voluntary, some not), skulked in the dark 24/7, but he's never had... working hours. Free time. Leisure.
Obviously, the battle's not won or anything. But with an office, a staff and Wolfram & Hart behind him, he can work more efficiently; fight evil for 60 hours a week, then clock out, go home and live a little when the job's done.
His penthouse is 50 floors up. And it's free.
For
still_grrr's challenge "Musicals/Opera":Title: Express Delivery
Author: Beer Good (
beer_good_foamy)Rating: PG13
Word Count: 350
Warning: Canon events.
Fandom: Angel, pre-series.
Character: Daniel Holtz.
Summary: Incorporating lyrics from Jeff Wayne's adaptation of The War of the Worlds.
Listen, do you hear them drawing near,
In their search for the sinners?
Feeding on the power of our fear,
And the evil within us.
Incarnation of Satan's creation of all that we dread,
When the demons arrive,
Those alive would be better off dead!
Father
There are times when Daniel is ready to give up. When he just wants to stay home, trust in someone else to fight the demons. After all, there doesn't seem to be any end to the fiends, and a man can only fight the inevitable so long. Why shouldn't he be allowed to be done? He has a family, he has a wife who loves him despite all the times she's had to wash ash and soot from his clothes. He holds his daughter before he leaves on another hunt, and he doesn't want to let her go. But then he looks in her eyes and he knows.
lead us not into temptation
He rides out and does what a man must do. There are things worth fighting for.
He sweeps across the country, he hunts the soulless monsters. He almost catches them, hears them curse him as they only barely escape. He takes out his frustration on their underlings, puts the fear of God into them, rides them down and sends them back to the hell they came from.
He keeps coming back more tired, having had to go further each time. His wife washes the blood and grime from his clothes, and his daughter is a little older. He looks in her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes pleading with him to stay, and he knows.
deliver us from
He rides out and does what a father must do. There are things worth dying for.
He sweeps across the country, he hunts the soulless monsters. He almost catches them, imagines them laughing as they slip from his grasp. He feels all of hell snapping at his heels as he rides for home.
He comes back. His wife is lying in blood and dust, her clothes in disarray, and his daughter is a little colder. He looks in her eyes, her cold yellow eyes, and he knows.
evil
Let the Devil take the spirit of man; he rides out and does what he must do. Even when there's nothing worth living for, there are still things worth killing for.
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