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ad00absurdum) wrote2014-08-29 09:55 pm
ad00absurdum) wrote2014-08-29 09:55 pm
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Langłydż faila ciąg dalszy. AKA Ficathon 14, Day 2
Title: What's In a Name?
Author: Ad Absurdum
Fandom: Whitechapel
Genre: Gen, Supernatural
Rating: G
Timeline: well post-season 4
Warnings: Demon!Kent
Disclaimer: Characters - not mine. No profit made.
Summary: Written for the following prompt:
You never named me.
Victor, you never gave me what little humanity
every person is owed.
I understand there are abominations
and monstrosities that should be forgotten and
erased from history but
even hurricanes have names.
"Open Letter From Frankenstein’s Monster To Victor Frankenstein", Alex Dang
The wings unfurled with a delicate sound of metallic feathers sliding against each other. They shimmered in the morning sun - it was a beautiful, but deadly sight and the human body from which the wings grew was no longer really human.
Perhaps it never was.
Hands flexed on the edge of the bathroom counter, the claws tipping each finger leaving deep marks in the faux-marble surface. And despite their strange beauty, the feathers were just as sharp as the claws and the fangs that appeared in the mouth stretched in a tentative smile.
That smile was the only thing that reminded the demon looking at himself in the mirror of who he once was.
Did Emerson Kent even exist any longer?
The demon stared at his reflection curiously. Emerson was such a horrible name for a demon. It was going to have to go, disappear just as the person behind it did.
Author: Ad Absurdum
Fandom: Whitechapel
Genre: Gen, Supernatural
Rating: G
Timeline: well post-season 4
Warnings: Demon!Kent
Disclaimer: Characters - not mine. No profit made.
Summary: Written for the following prompt:
You never named me.
Victor, you never gave me what little humanity
every person is owed.
I understand there are abominations
and monstrosities that should be forgotten and
erased from history but
even hurricanes have names.
"Open Letter From Frankenstein’s Monster To Victor Frankenstein", Alex Dang
The wings unfurled with a delicate sound of metallic feathers sliding against each other. They shimmered in the morning sun - it was a beautiful, but deadly sight and the human body from which the wings grew was no longer really human.
Perhaps it never was.
Hands flexed on the edge of the bathroom counter, the claws tipping each finger leaving deep marks in the faux-marble surface. And despite their strange beauty, the feathers were just as sharp as the claws and the fangs that appeared in the mouth stretched in a tentative smile.
That smile was the only thing that reminded the demon looking at himself in the mirror of who he once was.
Did Emerson Kent even exist any longer?
The demon stared at his reflection curiously. Emerson was such a horrible name for a demon. It was going to have to go, disappear just as the person behind it did.