Simply Marty

Marty Daniels || Human || 25 years old || Retail Sales Associate || Part-time Chef

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SNOW! || Open

Marty’s life felt lighter with Onofrio dead. She thought she would be this grieving widow but she wasn’t. She was anything but. She could go outside and not feel like he was going to pop around a corner or that Ira would bring him there to terrorize her. He was dead. She was free. Well, as free as she could be when her soul was owned by someone else.

With freshly fallen snow, Marty set off for the park. The was the snow clung to the trees and the play structure as the children ran amuck was spectacular. It could have been the general happy state she was in or the pleasure of freshly fallen snow, but Marty was loving it. 

“Watch out!” She shouted after forming a perfect snowball and launching it across the park. She didn’t really have much of a target seeing as she was never much of an athlete but it would have been rude if she didn’t give the people a heads up. 

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charitablecarrie:

“That’s an amazing opportunity.” Carrie shrugged. “We don’t have to, but we can. Our income is kind of unlimited. I’d consider myself to be a professional philanthropist.”

“That makes anything I’ve ever done in life seem inadequate,” She said with a lighthearted tone.

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charitablecarrie:

“What kind of job offer did you receive?” Carrie smiled as widely as her exhausted body would allow.

“Oh, uh, it was an offer to be a chef at the country club. I’m currently a retail sales associate. My love lies with cooking, though.” Thinking about being in a kitchen made Marty happy. Even then, talking about it made her happy. “Do angels have to work? I don’t mean to sound rude. It’s just that I’ve never encountered an angel working at any of the places I’ve gone to, like a coffee shop or the supermarket.”

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Aesthetic: Donovan & Marty

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Into The Flames || Donovan & Marty

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dashingdonovan:

Donovan shook his head. It didn’t make sense to have cops around. They never had cops. At least none that he saw. “It has to be the ghouls. The outbreak of them is intense. I haven’t seen so many, or heard this much about them in forever.” Looking at the cop he smiled  little and then looked at the ghoul. “It’s a ghoul.” She said to the officer with a shrug. 

The lack of dialog from the officer gave Marty the heeby-jeebies. “We had to close the shop the other day because there was a ghoul sitting outside and no one wanted to come in or out. Eventually, Tara called one of those vampires she’s always seeing and he got it to leave.” Marty whispered to Donovan as they waited.

“Ma’am, Sir,” The officer looked at them and tipped his hat, “I just need y’all to sign off that this was a ghoul attack.” He seemed to be talking to Donovan. If Marty was a woman who cared about those things, she would have argued. She was perfectly fine with letting the men handle the situation.

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charitablecarrie:

“Other than tired, I’ve been pretty okay. What about you? Tell me about your life.”

“Glad to hear,” Marty gave Carrie a friendly smile as she thought about what to say. There was a lot in her life. There were a lot of things that she wasn’t exactly proud of. There were definitely a number of things that Carrie wouldn’t think to be good. “My life is not that interesting. I got a new job offer. I’m probably going to take it.”

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charitablecarrie:

Carrie shrugged. “I’m not sure if food would help my case, but some company would be lovely.”

“Company I can do,” Marty stretched her legs out and folded her hands in her lap. “How’ve you been?”

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Into The Flames || Donovan & Marty

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dashingdonovan:

Donovan watched carefully. Ensuring the Ghoul didn’t make a run for the window of the car, or Marty sticking out of it as she put a few bullets in the creatures head. He was pretty impressed she managed to get the job done. Not that he doubted her but he was sure there would have been a fight or something of her thinking there was a way around the damn thing. 

At the sight of lights he stopped and looked at them. “We have police? Where the hell have they been this whole time we have wild demons killing people left and right.” Shaking his head he watched the lights come closer. “What the hell..”

She looked at the gun in her hands. If they were going to get in trouble, she would have the better odds of getting out since Ira owned her soul. Unless Ira would let her sit in jail just to prove a point. Oh, Marty thought to herself, I hope this is just because when his truck hit the ghoul it busted a tail light.

“Maybe it’s just because of the ghouls?” She gave him a weak smile, “Hello Officer,” Marty smiled as the not so enthusiastic man approached came over to her side to see the ghoul, “It’s a-” She looked at Donovan and shut her mouth, holding the gun in her lap still.

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Into The Flames || Donovan & Marty

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dashingdonovan:

Donovan rubbed his cheek looking at it starting to pick it’s self up. “You have to shoot it. In the head, as many times as you can. You just have to destroy it’s brain, got it!?” Donovan waited for it to be on it’s feet before he made his move slamming on the gas. “Roll the window down, and just shoot it.” He grumbled a bit already pushing the button to roll the window down. 

There was a reason Ira demoted her to lackey and chef. Marty wasn’t cut out for the killing business. Although, killing the ghoul meant a happy life or a life feeding off of human flesh. She was finally celebrating her freedom, she wasn’t about to give it up because she felt bad for a ghoul. “Okay,” She drew a deep breath as she agreed.

Marty poked her head out the window to see where the ghoul was before unloading the clip on its head. It was close range and the cluster she made was pretty focused on the head of the creature. She was sure a few hit the pavement but the thing wasn’t moving. “I think it’s dead,” She pulled herself back into the SUV and slumped into her seat as the flashing lights came unexpectedly. “Are those?” She looked to see where they came from then back at Donovan. “We have cops here?”

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Into The Flames || Donovan & Marty

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dashingdonovan:

Donovan himself jumped hearing the body run and hit the car. They were moving quick enough for the thing to have a struggle against the car. Looking in the review mirror he watched as the Ghoul came chasing behind. Donovan waited till it was close enough and slammed his breaks till he hear the body hit. Quickly he put the car in reverse and ran it over till the body was a mess in front of them. “Fucking…” Taking in a deep breath he reached under her seat and handed her a small pistol. “Shoot if it comes close.” He said watching it as his knuckles tightened on the steering wheel. 

Marty prayed to God as Donovan speed down the street and stopped short. She braced herself for the quick movement but she wasn’t ready when he handed her the gun. She knew how to use one, Onofrio made sure of at least that. “Uh, okay.” She took a deep breath as she watched his knuckles turn white against the steering wheel. “How do you even kill one of those things? Is it like a Zombie?”

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charitablecarrie:

Carrie looked up when she heard a familiar voice. She threw on a weak smile, “Yes, I’m just quite tired.”

Marty took a seat against the wall next to the angel, “Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe something to eat?”

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Into The Flames || Donovan & Marty

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dashingdonovan:

Laughing he shook his head. “Alright, I mean I’ll just take you work for it then.” Starting the car Donovan let it warm up for a second before pulling out. Reaching over he turned on the radio and drummed his fingers against the wheel. 

Driving in a car was still a little strange for Marty after not being in one for so many years and even before that her movement out of the house was limited. She traced her fingers along the door and around the buttons.

Something ran and hit the door causing Marty to scream. It was a person. It was a ghoul. “Donovan,” her voice was strained, unsure of what to do. She thought they weren’t the type to attack but she read in the papers to be careful. “W-w-what do I do?” She asked hoping he’d have a better plan than to be terrified.

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Carrie slumped down against a wall, defeated. It had been a couple of days since she had used her healing powers on Archer, but she was still feeling the effects. She felt weak and drained, and she barely had the energy to do what she wanted to do. All of her charity trips had to be cut short, all because she couldn’t bear to watch someone die. She knew that she still had a couple more days of feeling like crap. She didn’t look up when she saw two feet step in front of her.

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Marty spotted the angel from the market and went to make sure she was okay. She stepped in front of her and crouched down, “Carrie? A-are you alright?” 

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Into The Flames || Donovan & Marty

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dashingdonovan:

“You’re welcome.” The feeling of her thumb moving against the back of his hand relaxed him a little more as he kept his focus forward. “What were some of the things you created? He asked out of curiosity. Donovan didn’t need to put more attention on why she was angry. So he skipped along. “No no.. we can go out. Give you a break from the cooking for a little bit.” 

“You don’t want to know. They were awful. I’m ashamed of myself. Well, some were pretty decent but the bulk of them were just, no.” She still had an unsettling feeling. Maybe it was just her PTSD keeping her on edge as she waited for the other shoe to drop. “Okay, cool.” She just wanted to feel at ease again. 

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Aesthetic: Freedom

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Widow || Self Para

Marty was too emotional to stay for the rest of her shift. Tara tried to gather what in the world the weeping woman was talking about but in the end just told her to go home. 

But that wasn’t where she headed. She made a bee-line for Wrath Tower. Her heels crunched the snow beneath her as she hurried past the people on the streets. She was sure she plowed through a couple taking a picture together in front of some fixture made by Crossroads High School students.

“Marty Daniels,” Marty blurted out to the man at the door. 

“Head to the desk and they’ll tell you where to go.” The man didn’t seem all that enthused to talk to Marty but after a long day of opening and closing a door, very few would be able to retain a jovial expression.

“Marty Daniels,” She slid up to the desk and waited for someone to do something.

“This way,” A man with waved for her to follow and she did. “The elevator will go straight up.”

Marty stepped into the elevator and the doors closed with her inside, alone. Nervous ticks were sort of Marty’s thing. She tapped her foot, chewed the inside of her lip while picking at the frayed skin of her cuticle as the elevator climbed to the penthouse.

Ding. Marty expected something more terrifying. Maybe an organ or cannons or something other than the stereotypical elevator ding. She wouldn’t complain. She was there to see her dead husband’s body and retrieve a gift.

Ira said something about the gift. Marty couldn’t remember so she double checked her phone. Backroom? Marty assumed the obvious and headed for the room on the farthest end of the penthouse. 

She gasped as she opened the door. “Onofrio,” She stepped cautiously. The closer she got the more she saw. She saw the slices to his skin and where the final blow was given. She lifted his head to look at his face. 

A tear rolled down her cheek. He looked so peaceful despite the position his body was in. He looked like he was sleeping and would be awake any minute. He didn’t deserve to look so at rest. Not after the things he’d done to her and so many people she didn’t even know. He didn’t deserve to look so peaceful after he put a bullet between Alyssa’s eyes.

The pink pistol. Marty looked for it and spotted it on a table with a marble resting at its side. She picked the gun up in one hand and the marble, Onofrio’s soul, in the other. Marty started to laugh as she rolled the soul around in her palm. “I sold my soul to get away from you!” She laughed brandishing the gun at her dead husband, “The irony! You’re dead, now. I have your soul.” She held her side as she laughed even harder. “I don’t even own my own soul but I have yours.”

“How does it feel, babe?” Marty use the barrel of the gun to poke his head, “Feels like nothing, huh? Cause you’re dead.” Marty pushed his head up and held it there with the gun between his eyes. “You’re dead. Not me. Ha. Ha. Ha.” With each ‘ha’ she pulled the trigger. Marty exhaled with satisfaction. One bullet for the man he killed when they came home from their honeymoon. One bullet for Alyssa. And the last one was the one that was meant for her. 

Marty put the gun back where she found it with the remaining bullets still inside. She tucked the soul away in her pocket and took one last look at her dead husband. The back of his skull was blown off and congealed blood surrounded the opening. He no longer looked peaceful and she could live with that. 

On her way out she realized one thing, she was, now, a widow.

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[Text]: The deal is done. {insert picture of Onofrio's body.} I'll leave him here in case you want to say goodbye, or unload a clip into his body. Whatever, I'll leave your name at the front desk, and a pink pistol in the back room. There's also going to be a gift for you in the back room next to the pistol. Come get the gift before I get mad.

Marty read the text and gasped. It finally happened. She was finally free. She felt like a new person. Honestly, she didn’t want to go and see his dead body but she didn’t want to anger Ira by rejecting the gift. So tucked her phone away and went to finish her shift then head up to Wrath Tower and see what Ira could’ve possibly given her.