[Fic] Red Dragon Tattoo

Title: Red Dragon Tattoo
Prompt: Red
Fandom: Kingdom Hospital
Characters:
Word Count: 800
Rating: PG
Summary: The life and times of her tattoo.

He was sitting down to breakfast when she found the design she wanted and squealed so loudly that he almost dropped his spoon down the disposal. Cup of yogurt in hand, he leaned over her shoulder and voiced his unneeded approval. She was bouncing so hard he almost got strawberry-vanilla all over his shirt.

They talked about it over the rest of breakfast, trading ideas back and forth while he reminded her of the dangers of hepatitis and other blood-borne diseases. She called him an alarmist and made a noise like a deflating tire with her lips. He shook his head, grabbed water bottle and briefcase, and left while she was still clacking on the computer.

She was gone when he got back. He assumed she was out getting the tattoo. Went to bed, smiling. Was joined a few minutes later by her cold feet and sleepy murmurs.



( He went with her to hold her hand... )

[Fic] BDL #35 - Evil Dead

Title: My Name Is Ash
Fandom: Evil Dead/Army of Darkness
Characters: Ash
Word Count: 319
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The bastard child of Evil Dead and My Name Is Earl. Yeah, I don't know what's wrong with me either.




I thought it was over

I was wrong.

They came for me after I landed back in my own time, safe and sound. Well, sound as I could be with only one hand. That was an old injury, can't blame the primitives for that one. And we'd done pretty good with my robotic hand.

I was back in the land of microwave pizzas, five dollar movies whenever I wanted them, and where in most cases the monsters only stayed on the TV screen. I didn't realize how much I'd missed it until I heard those doors woosh open for the first time. I could have fallen to my knees and kissed the linoleum.

Of course it wasn't until after I'd been there a couple of weeks, once they'd gotten me lulled into a false sense of security, that they started attacking.

One or two here and there at first. And then they really started coming. A zombie a day, pretty soon they had their own call code over the loudspeakers. Funny thing was, people kept shopping there like nothing was wrong. I guess they figured the worse that would happen was they got zombie goo all over their shopping.

Most of the time I got them before they got anyone else. We started keeping a shotgun under every counter. Pretty good against robbers, too. The last guy we had who tried to hold up the story was unlucky enough to be around for that day's zombie attack. Poor bastard didn't stop running until he'd reached the state line.

I don't know why the zombies keep coming to the store. Maybe it was built on some ancient burial ground, and their gods are pissed. Maybe they're coming across some vortex of time and space because I stole their stupid book.

Maybe they just want a good deal on a frying pan. Who knows.

My name is Ash. I kill zombies.

[Fic] King of Wands

Title: King of Wands
Fandom: The Covenant
Characters: Reid, Caleb
Word Count: 2,600
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Summary: Reid and Caleb start a long overdue series of conversations.


Reid shivered almost all the time, these days. Like he was cold, or scared. He hunched his shoulders, kept his hands curled in front of him with the tail end of one hood-pull playing between his fingers. His face was pale, his eyes had gone panda somewhere around Wednesday. His lips were chapped, nails ragged. He was starting to lose weight.

It had been a week since Chase willed him his power. He figured he was coping pretty well.

He hadn't been using. Not as much as everyone else had expected, anyway, which was both comforting and depressing. Everyone thinking he was going to cave, burn himself out? Not helpful. But what else were they going to think, when he'd suddenly tripled what he had? Even he was surprised he hadn't given in and done something about it.

He floated around from Pogue's house to Caleb's to Tyler's. Mostly he was at Caleb's. Evelyn didn't mind and he couldn't face his father right now. No one had asked why he wasn't going home yet. He was pretty sure his father knew anyway.

"Hey."

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