Overcome [Legion/Open]

[Jack Lynch]

Jack hated this place. Everything about it, really. The dim lighting, the damn near deafening noise, the very stench of it. It was overwhelming, nearly sickening. Not for the first time, he wondered what it would be like to watch the place burn.

But that wouldn’t go over too well with the higher-ups. After all, this was their ground, their territory. The only place where the self-righteous scum that did God’s dirty work couldn’t step foot. If they tried, they’d be torn limb from limb before more than a toe could cross the threshold, angel or not. And, quite frankly, Jack would love to see them try. He’d never experimented on an angel before. It would be fun.

He sat sprawled at one of the tables, his eyes fixed on one of the women on stage. A human, if he didn’t miss his guess. He let his mouth twist itself into a crooked grin. He loved humans. They were so fragile, yet strangely resilient. It took some time, but when he finally broke them, the way they cried and screamed…it was music to his ears.

The girl met his gaze for a moment, and Jack decided that he’d convince her to take a walk with him after her shift. That would keep him entertained for the evening. After she was dead, he wouldn’t bother hiding the body, wouldn’t even try to cover it up one bit. Shit, he’d even give the poor clueless cops a hint as to who killed her. And then he’d watch the news in the morning, and see how a serial killer was still at large. He might record it. Keep it for a rainy day and all that; it could wind up being hours of fun.

Jack broke his gaze away from the stripper’s and glanced at his watch impatiently. Now, if only Tony would show up. The man had told him to be here at eight. It was now eight-thirty. Tony was never late; to him, time was money. And everyone knew that money was the only thing Tony ever loved, or will ever love. So where in hell was the man?

Jack giggled at that thought. Everyone was in hell, these days. It was all just a matter of where. “All just a matter of where,” he whispered, over and over again. “All just a matter of where.”[/color]

[Lisette LaMont]

There she was again, standing before the doors, waiting in line to get into a place that she didn't even care to be in. Scowling, Lisette grew impatient with the loss of feeling in her toes, the woman reached out and grabbed the shoulder of the man directly in front of her. With a quick shove, she tossed him aside and took his place. It wasn't enough. So, she began doing that to the next ten or so people before her, then stalked directly past the human bodyguard. Hah! She could have laughed at something so stupid. The large man started for her, but turning her eyes at him she would give him a look stating that if he wished to try anything he'd be in traction for the next ten years. Needless to say, the man let her pass.

The woman stripped of her coal black trenchcoat and folded it neatly over her arm and wandered in. The place was damn near packed, and the thought of being around so many cattle sickened her, but she held back her indignation and headed into the heart of the club. Spotting at empty table, the woman stalked over and sat herself down in the chair facing the stage. She left her coat hanging over the chair, then leaned back, very nearly slouching down.

Blue eyes scanned the stage, finding again that all the women there were human. What the Hell was this? Again, Lisette scowled. The least this leach field could do was provide some real entertainment. The woman set out to examining the one on stage. She was pretty, a bleach-blonde with green eyes, and a child somewhere at home. When she turned just right one could see the stretch mark at her bellybutton. A vicious smirk curled one edge of her lip as one single thought zipped through her mind:

Mephisto's Cafe: We Support Single Moms.

She would have laughed, everyone else was. At least everyone she could hear... Looking perfectly smug, she sat back up, shifting in her seat so that she could cross one leg lazily over the other. Now all there was to do was wait.

[Jack Lynch]

Jack quickly stopped his muttering when the woman sat at the table next to his. His green eyes fixed on her in surprise. Of course, he didn’t show that surprise. He didn’t like to show much emotion at all, actually.

But his surprise was because he sensed that this woman was…different. A demon, certainly. A higher-up. At least, he thought so. He couldn’t quite figure it out. Whereas usually there was a single pressure emanating from the demon, this time there were several different distinct shoves, almost like an echo. But it wasn’t exactly that, either. It was more…chaotic. As if there were a multitude of personae struggling to break free to the surface, not exactly at the same time, but more along the lines of a ripple effect.

Jack’s eyes widened in recognition, then. This woman, this frail thing had to be Legion. It almost didn’t click. Legion had never possessed a female form, not once in their long existence. It was nigh incomprehensible. Close to being humorous.

Jack suddenly realized he was laughing again, and swiftly clamped his lips together, his jaw closing with a click of teeth. Still, every now and then, a short wheeze of a laugh whooshed past his lips and echoed in the space around him. He hoped that Legion wouldn’t take his laughter the wrong way. He wasn’t laughing at them; actually, he wasn’t quite sure what he was laughing about.

After all, he knew he was insane. As a matter of fact, he preferred things that way. It made life so much more entertaining.