Junkie - Drabble for
ratboyz_fan
Mar. 19th, 2010 10:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Characters: Liz Sherman, Alex Krycek
Setting:
rp_shadesofgray
Prompt: Junkie – Poe
"I know how to wear the costume, I know how to wear the mask"
AN: More Murderous!Liz…after she gets caught.
“Just fucking give me one!” Liz pressed her hands to the glass of her cell as she screamed. No one could hear her, but she kept screaming anyway. The fire flickered in waves around her hands and body in a way that would have worried Krycek if he hasn’t had the cell built just for her.
He know one day she’d snap. Someone we spent that much time in a mental hospital, even if it was minimum security couldn’t be quite right in the head. Top that with the prison time she did and the emotional stess and it was only a matter of time.
“This isn’t prison, Miss Sherman. You can’t have a cigarette.” Krycek pressed the intercom and spoke as calmly as he had the day she first met him. “Now back away from the glass before I have you restrained and sedated.”
He walked out of the containment wing, so much like Level Five at the old Company it was like seeing double. Krycek nodded to the guard to let him that restrains and drugs would be necessary. He really was sad to do it, but she forced his hand.
“What was she screaming about?” The guard asked his boss, truly surprised he had taken the personal interest in this one since there were so many others in there he never even acknowledged.
“A cigarette. You’d think she was a junkie with how upset she got.”
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Prompt: Junkie – Poe
"I know how to wear the costume, I know how to wear the mask"
AN: More Murderous!Liz…after she gets caught.
“Just fucking give me one!” Liz pressed her hands to the glass of her cell as she screamed. No one could hear her, but she kept screaming anyway. The fire flickered in waves around her hands and body in a way that would have worried Krycek if he hasn’t had the cell built just for her.
He know one day she’d snap. Someone we spent that much time in a mental hospital, even if it was minimum security couldn’t be quite right in the head. Top that with the prison time she did and the emotional stess and it was only a matter of time.
“This isn’t prison, Miss Sherman. You can’t have a cigarette.” Krycek pressed the intercom and spoke as calmly as he had the day she first met him. “Now back away from the glass before I have you restrained and sedated.”
He walked out of the containment wing, so much like Level Five at the old Company it was like seeing double. Krycek nodded to the guard to let him that restrains and drugs would be necessary. He really was sad to do it, but she forced his hand.
“What was she screaming about?” The guard asked his boss, truly surprised he had taken the personal interest in this one since there were so many others in there he never even acknowledged.
“A cigarette. You’d think she was a junkie with how upset she got.”