Notes: This is something that I'm writing for my own benefit to see if I even can write her dying in fire so uh yes. Character death warning. Also, everything that happens around it probably won't happen. IDK who would even want to light her on fire. It's just dark fic for the sake of being dark and for the sake of me writing cause she's loud.

Edit: APPARENTLY, I don't even get to the actual dying. There's just a lot of sudden torture and Josef. idk. failed attempt. -_- Warning: Character death, torture, molestation talks and shit. and fire...burning. You're best skipping the.. yeah. Skipping this unless you like reading torture.

Edit 2: and then I finished it. ._. even though who knows it might not end the way. exactly. but I had that scene in my head when I was trying to sleep last night so. The new section is under the second cut in case people only want to read the new part... and not all of it again.

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Title: By Fire
Word Count: 1,257 >< I AM SO SORRY. I don't know what happened.
Note: Uhm. This was an emotional roller coaster of terror and pain bleedover. YEAH. Idk. I'm sorry this turned out so long. I definitely did not mean for that to happen but. stuff.

Life's no storybook. Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt.

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Title: Shadow and Light
Characters: Elizabeth, mentions of Josef. Obvs.
Word Count: 478
Note: I'm not sure how well this fits the prompt, but I tried? XD Actually the scene in my head was originally not prompt related and then I kind of used the prompt for inspiration to write the scene-ish out.

Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow.

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Characters: Elizabeth, auuuuuugh brief, brief cameos from Aaron Barnam and Josef. Again. Also, Zoe. jkale I hope I don't fuck them up.
Word Count: 805 -_-
Author Notes:IDK THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF THE DRABBLE. Like seriously. Drabble fail. Uhm. Yeah. Idk about this one. I'm mostly nervous about having other peoples characters up in here but it was necessary for the story. ><

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.

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[locked to women who've had sex][locked against people who know her or know of her]

I know this is totally like a question that's uhm. Well. Sorry if it makes you all flabbergasted at seeing it on your journal but I'm running out of options here! Ya know so feel free to read on if you don't want to read this or answer any questions or anything.

I wanted to talk to someone about sex? Another woman? NOT sex with another woman. I mean that I wanted to talk to another woman about sex cause I don't know much about it except the TV and the having it part. People say it's different for girls and guys, and I can't exactly talk to... him about it cause that'd be weird and it's probably all different for dude so like I completely already said.

And I don't know anyone else to talk to. Even if I did know which of my friends have had sex, I don't want to talk to anyone I know cause then they'll look at me and be all WOAH you had sex? What? Why? With who? And all. And I don't know maybe they'll look at me differently like I'm some big giant skank cause I'm not really even. It's not like he's my boyfriend or anything, and it's complicated so.

[OOC: Warning. We're basically doing this to see if they have sex. So there may or may not be sex. We don't think there will be but just in case because hobags are unpredictable... we warn beforehand and have a thread!

EDIT: They did have sex. So. Warning. There's sex.]

Elizabeth has a cup of hot cocoa in her hand when she enters Josef's apartment though there's not much left in it. This is different than the other two times that she's been at his apartment. The first time he'd carried her in and laid her out on the couch. The second time she had finger marks on her throat and he let her sleep in his bed, on his sheets, surrounded by his smell while he slept out on the couch.

She takes one final drink from it, wiping the liquid from her lips with her thumb and swallowing a little nervously as she stands near the door. Elizabeth glances sideways at him and smiles trying to look appreciative that he should take her here again, that he should want her here with him though that underlying part of her knows that this is the last place she should be. The only place worse than this would be on a corner trying to sell herself or in the middle of a gang brawl. She won't think about that though. She won't. She wants to think about his lip- him and the way it felt to have his arm around her shoulder and the way it still feels when he looks at her a certain way. Not like he's going to hurt her but something else entirely.

"...did you ever think about getting a cat? It... just kind of seems lonely to have an apartment all to yourself all the time. But I guess that's what... bachelor's do, huh? I couldn't... really do it. Though your apartment's a lot nicer than what you think of as a bachelor pad. Kudos."

Title: Like Lightning
Summary: The aftermath of learning the truth about Josef.
Word Count: 836
Characters: Elizabeth (obviously), mentions of Josef and Aaron and Trevor.

( It was like how lightning can strike a tree and split it into pieces but stil leave the stump standing in the ground )

I would like to own a gun, but I'm too young to purchase one myself. I know there are ways to go around regulations, and I want to be taught how to use one properly so I'm looking for training along with the gun though they don't necessarily have to come from the same source.

It's necessary for protection purposes considering what I do.

I would be willing to pay for the gun and/or your time.

The guy that I love he's ba He showed me what he did to I don't know how to I'm just letting him do it I can't cause I love

Uhm.

We should set up another time to train! I could probably use it like cause I didn't do a whole lot of fighting through the plagues! It was mostly a whole lotta helping the dying! So I bet I'm all rusty and you'll probably have to scold me like for forever. Or look at me in an unhappy manner! I try not to forget the things that I learn and then I forget! It's totally a thing that happens. With me.

We know this.

Yes, this is totally not awkward at all. You were right. Ha. Ha. Sarcasm. I'm like using it even though you can't exactly tell

Are you okay?

I would have written sooner but I finally made it home and I passed out after checking to be sure my Granny was not now a pie.

She's not a pie. There are no pies out at all actually. It's weird. I think my grandma has slipped into a new level of dementia. It's a little scary cause she was walking around holding a knife earlier talking about the darn turkeys in her walls.

Sorry. Rambling. I'm rambling because I worry. About you.

And I have your shirt which I'm sure you want back, uhm, at some point.

Um. Hey. I

I haven't heard from you still so I was kind of concerned. I don't know. I hope you're okay. There's so many people dying. Everywhere. All the time right now so when I

I just figure that

I'm so so sorry I wasn't there for you if you're dead now. I didn't mean to

I hope you didn't burn to death that's the most pain I've felt helping when someone was dying. The burning. And the smell. It's kind of like pork like roasting pork. And the screaming but there's no way to get through to them, no water to pour on them or It's the worst way. I took as much as I could of the pain and I

It wasn't enough.


[an hour later]

Anyway, uhm, that guy I was telling you about? We kissed a lot. I'm wearing his shirt now. It kind of smells like him. I don't know if it was a 'oh we're going to die' thing or what but he says he's wanted to do it for awhile so that's a good sign, right? Not that I guess it matters much cause the last plague is coming pretty fast so that's that. I'm not scared of death. I hope you weren't or aren't if you're not dead and going to read this later, after everything.

MAN wouldn't that be awkward if you read this and nothing even happened, and then you're like Elizabeth what? Why are you talking about kissing guys when the world was practically ending here? And I'll be like, I don't know sensei. Perhaps I'm turning into one of those annoying teenagers who think the world revolves around her and her love and her soap opera of a life and please train that out of me as fast as possible.

I guess it's easier to think about that than anything else right now. I haven't seen my Granny in a week. I bet she thinks that I'm dead. I hope she hasn't baked herself into a pie. Or our neighbor's parakeets. She gets really annoyed with them cause they always squeak and I usually have to stop her from trying to kill them but since I'm not there she may have just baked them all up.



I really hope you're not dead. I

Thank you for everything if you're not, and I do end up dying on the last plague. I'm not going to any place with lamb blood over the doorway. That's not in the job description.

But thank you for what you did. It feels good to be empowered and strong like a real woman. Or something.

I'm going to go. Got plagues to deal with. I'm

I really hope you're okay.

How close are you to uhm

West Quincy Street?

I think that's what that says. Maaybe.

Do you know how hard it is to help someone pass on while you're trying to scratch like every part of your body ever? I'll be so glad when this goes away! SERIOUSLY! Like it's just all dirty and anyway you know this already, cause everybody knows right now. We're all scratching and hurting ourselves and not getting rid of the itch in the least!

I was mostly writing to check to see how you are! There's a lot of dying going on, and I'm hoping that none of my people are a part of the growing pile of corpses all over the place. I'm sorry about Janine! Does anyone even know what's wrong with all those cars? I don't know. It's hard to figure out what's being done about what since there are like zero communication lines open and everyone's busy dying or trying not to die.

Anyways, this is just me checking in on you!

Title: One More Time
Rating: PG-13 cause I can
Word Count: 1,291
Summary: Elizabeth up to the fifth day of the Plagues.

We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other ... except through faith. - Stephen King

( Oh, everyone takes turns, now it's yours to play the part )

What is

What

Did anyone see

Of course everyone saw. You couldn't change the channel. All the blood and the

My granny locked herself in her room and hasn't been out since we saw it. Like she keeps I dunno tapping on the wall to let me know she's alive. I think it actually might be morse code or something, but I'm kind of freaking out right now.

What is going on? So Flagg was actually some kind of bad guy like super evil type or- I mean I don't know I can't think that this whole registering wanderers thing would have gone well. Has anyone seen X-Men? Plus that was totally a kid that pushed- And a kid wouldn't push a good person into the swirling like circular vortex of

Why did I don't

My brain. I think I need fresh air or something cause like this is

I don't even know. But I mean, it's over right? So we don't have to be like worried about any of it. Those kids did it! And they were awesome like true heroes! I swear I heard more than the one that I saw with the pushing, but uhm. I'm sorry that I wasn't someone should have helped him to pass so it didn't hurt any and GOSH DARN ALL THINGS WHY DO I MISS THE BIG ONES EVERY TIME?

I'm not really sure what happened cause there was the pushing and kid voices and sadness and my granny ran off and I like hurled in a toilet, and I'd been vomit free since like I don't know I was thirteen or something so I didn't even know how to do it and it got to be this big huge m- Right. TMI territory, huh? Usually I wouldn't I should

My hand keeps shaking so it's hard to write. I'm gonna step outside. Take this with me. Get some ice cream or I don't know. Try to buy freshly made brownies or Alex Trebek's favorite cologne and waft them in front of my granny's door to see if she'll emerge.

I don't know. I was posting to see if anyone had any information. Are the other kids okay? Is everything okay? Or like is there some evil person Does everybody like humans believe him? I mean there was a velociraptor and everything! I just! I don't know. I don't know what to do right now.

So I met this guy today who was all, "Enjoy being this way while you can!"

And I was all, "What?"

And he told me that your calling like makes you who you are and over time it takes over who you thought you were and makes you into what you need to be assuming you can handle it. Only I don't think that he thought that I could handle it.

But I don't want to change who I think I am. I like who I think I am. Who I think I am is who I am, right? Isn't there any way to stop it from changing me?

I guess I always thought that I was already made the right way to like deal with it all so that way ya know? I'm all fine and dandy, and I'm still me. No matter what.

And why does everyone think I'm a children's angel? Do I want to know what most angels of death are like? How come I never see any of those? I know you're a demon that doesn't like probably know much about angels, but I needed to talk to somebody I could trust who wouldn't sugarcoat the answers or wait for me to find out on my own, and you said you'd answer my questions.

Sorry. I'm just kind of flustered.

Hey sensei, I need some advice, but it's not really fighting related. You seem like the casanova sort to me so I don't know. I thought maybe you'd have experience, and there's not really a lot of people I can ask for advice about uhm stuff so I hope you don't mind or anything! Usually I don't get this self-doubty about asking for ADVICE, but my head's all in a weird cottony tizzy right now so I don't feel like I know what I'm doing about anything.

See there's this guy who makes me feel like ya know the typical teenager which I never really felt like before. I mean, the weird mood swings and the googly eyedness and the weird fluttery feeling in my chest and butterflies in my stomach that doen't go away for as long as I'm looking at him, and I know nothing would ever be able to happen or anything like that. Cause I'm, uhm, not his type, and as I quote, "we're very different." But I think he figured out that I liked him and last time we met it was kind of awkward cause he just told me to go home. Only he said it like I shouldn't hang out with him anymore.

And it hurts. And it's stupid for it to hurt since people are getting crucified and there's dying people and stuff so how do I make it stop? Should I try to tell him that I can just be friends with him even if I give him the googly eyed look sometimes? Or should I try to ignore it?

Thanks, Cowboy.

I heard on the news about the woman with wings being... uhm, crucified o- or whatever. There are pictures of it on the internet, too, since they couldn't show that on the news. I didn't want to see them, but kids around school are all talking about it and stuff, and

That wasn't

It wasn't the CLF, was it? I know they want us gone, but that kind of seems like it's over doing it. For them. For anyone. I don't understand.

I don't know. I don't get it. I don't

I should have helped her die.

I had to write you and thank you for your training! I know we're nowhere near done yet!

I got in a fight with a zombie today, and I'm 100% sure that you're the only reason I survived. So THANKS! I really appreciate it! So would my dad if I told him about it, but the less he knows the better!

My granny says and I quote (even though she's never seen your face) "Thanks, ya cutie-pa-tootie!!!" though. She's batty, but loves angels. Her not being one herself and all.

Anywhoodle, thanks for helping me stay alive!

The zombie probably hates you now, but he's dead-dead so you don't have to worry about that!

HEY, cowboy!

I haven't seen you since the carnival. I don't know if you've recovered yet. I'm still kind of I don't know.

Anyway! It's sort of important. I know you're all old(er) and have experience with fighting, at least, in the way of demons since you're the archangel. I don't know if you fight other things, but I don't think it matters much who you fight... the point is that fighting has happened.

I was wondering if you could teach me to defend myself? Very, very soon maybe?

I don't know why that was a question. I'm trying to appeal to you without making it seem like you absolutely, positivalutely have to help me or anything.

It would be greatly appreciated, sir! I know you can't see them, but I'm making cute, kid doe-eyes at the journal!