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Escape From Hell (Reaper; Sam, Ensemble; PG)
Title: "Escape From Hell"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary:
Warnings: Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 8 November, 2011
Challenge: For the Fanfic-bakeoff LJ comm's weekly challenge
Disclaimer: Sam, all other characters mentioned within, and Reaper are © & TM their rightful owners, none of whom are the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Sam squirmed inside as he watched his friends pacing in their cages. Even Andi's patient smile was mere dressing for he knew her soul was raging like theirs. He could fight the Devil, but yet he couldn't win against this. He was powerless against this enemy, and all he could do, just like the others, was watch the clock slowly ticking and chiming away their doom.
Then, at long last, the hands came together. He grinned; Benjamin and Sock shouted their triumph. They broke and ran at long last from their Hell -- translation, work! They were off for the weekend!
The End
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG
Summary:
Warnings: Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 8 November, 2011
Challenge: For the Fanfic-bakeoff LJ comm's weekly challenge
Disclaimer: Sam, all other characters mentioned within, and Reaper are © & TM their rightful owners, none of whom are the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Sam squirmed inside as he watched his friends pacing in their cages. Even Andi's patient smile was mere dressing for he knew her soul was raging like theirs. He could fight the Devil, but yet he couldn't win against this. He was powerless against this enemy, and all he could do, just like the others, was watch the clock slowly ticking and chiming away their doom.
Then, at long last, the hands came together. He grinned; Benjamin and Sock shouted their triumph. They broke and ran at long last from their Hell -- translation, work! They were off for the weekend!
The End