#killer!anon

[journalofvoices]

Three down. This was easy. Too easy. Weird to think they were being so well paid... On the topic of easy, two birds with one tactic. Lure the ex-Angel to the Artist's house... And... Well, accidents can happen with gas.

E was perched happily on Lily's couch. The two were friends. It was nice to have that. She wasn't as sisterly as Sky, or as... Jasper-y as Jasper but... She was Lily, and it was nice. There she was, toasting bagels and making tea as they chatted about nothing and everything.

It was cut slightly short, however, as an explosion seemed to rip through the heart of the apartment. The pair didn't stand a chance in the face of that fireball.

[journalofvoices]

One down... Who was next? The Hunters. Easy, but they were vengeful and smart and dangerous. Best to nip that one in the bud. Still, easy. Find that car - the biggest tell short of a neon sign and send gunmen into the motel. Don't give them a chance to resist, or find out the news.

Despite everything, they had heard. A high profile shooting in the middle of London spread word. The brothers were in quiet shock.

Well... Sammy was.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean cursed as he swung for the wall. 

"Dean, calm down-"

"Calm down? I'm going to kill the son of a-" His words died in his throat. "Did you hear that?" he mouthed.

That was the last action he took, as a flurry of high caliber assault rifle rounds flew through the window - sending glass and blood all over. The older Winchester fell to the floor.

"Dean!" Sammy yelled before his head jerked to the side, having heard heavy footsteps.

The barrel of a shotgun met his gaze and soon the younger brother fell too. A point blank shotgun blast is enough for many. 

[journalofvoices]

We start with the mobile one: The difficult one. Wasn't the toughest thing in the world to pin him down - just a signal that pinged through all of Time and Space. As soon as he landed, then the job was to be done. He steps out of the TARDIS and, well... Seventeen is the final number. The sniper would ensure that. After that, we move quickly.

The signal was strange. It meant so little but that was the interesting bit. It was sort of like the static from a television when it can't find a signal. Dull, maybe... But it meant there was something that could send a signal like that, and it didn't quite fit the timeframe.

So he landed and stepped out, rubbing his hands against the chilly London air. He always seemed to be here.

A part of him was glad it was London, given the following event. A dull and distant bang, and a sharp and close pain.

He looked down and saw the small hole in his shirt which quickly turned red, before disappearing in the wake of golden energy. 

Of course... He knew someone who wanted him dead would know... So he closed his eyes an held his breath. He made peace with... himself. The closest thing to an almighty power.

A second shot... And then nothingness.

[journalofvoices]

This one'd be trickier. The 'Doctor.' Stupid bloody title but he was mobile and that was the problem. The Companion was the weak link to this one- well, sort of. Son-in-Law would do. Grab him and make him make the call. And, of course, he did and naturally the Doctor came a-running. Was in his nature. A nice little riverside bonding session. As the Blue Box appeared and the Doctor stepped out, grins vanished as a swift bullet ended Chekov and the Doctor was bound and tossed in the river.

Chekov was scared. These people- they had tortured him to get what they wanted. He didn't want to die - he wanted to go home to Sky - but he couldn't sell out the Doctor either. He couldn't but he didn't know what else to do, he broke, he hoped the Doctor could save him.

It didn't stop the bullet and the dumping of the body, much to Seventeen's dismay. He hardly had time to mourn as a bag was tossed over his head, as he felt himself being bound. His resistance was futile and, suddenly, he felt nothing beneath him and the water rush up to meet him. He began to sank and felt the life escape him, the regeneration begin. Of course, drowning was a rare example of something that would kill during regeneration... Lights out.

[journalofvoices]

The next one was nice and easy. Just some random civvie. Didn't even know why they had to bother - she wasn't anyone. Still, meant it was easy really. Little, quiet apartment complex. Break in, pour gasoline all over the place and rig up a timer to cause a spark for when she'd be back. If Lily Day was good for anything, it was timing. In and out, five minutes timer. Then she'd burn and choke on smoke. Onto the next.

She almost danced into the apartment. Okay, it was dancing. She liked this song she was listening to - nothing else to it. She threw her bag down and stepped further before stopping. Something smelled...

Before she could think, a spark and the room seemed to catch ablaze- no, it was. She screamed but her lungs just filled with smoke. She tried to turn to get away but fire blocked her path. She cried, unsure if from smoke or fear as the fire came closer and closer, as the smoke took up more and more of each panicked breath.

[journalofvoices]

The next one was more than a little high-value. Billionaire, Avenger, Prince-Consort, the full works. Still... Left him vunerable in his own way. Penned up in that big tower for work... The team moved quickly, hiding the bodies of the two guards they had to kill as they planted the explosives. Rigged to a remote detonator, soon as they were clear - the entire structure of the building would go and the Prince would topple from his throne.

Today was a quiet day - unusual for the holiday season. Lots of sitting at the desk, reading a few of the more vital reports and texting Dae. He was strongly considering taking an early day but a rippling explosion drew his thoughts from that. He stood up quickly, wondering what had happened as the ground began to lurch beneath him. He fell before he could get his balance, sliding into a wall as his heavy desk moved to, pinning him between it and the wall. 

Then the sensation of falling came, following by an abrupt end to it all as the masonry hammered home atop the Irishman.

[journalofvoices]

"Move in, go!" the man hissed as four of them stormed the motel, rifles loaded and ready. They had their orders - it was one man. Hunter or not, Dean Winchester would die quickly and they could move in on all the others. The four of them lined the bed as the Hunter began to stir with bleary eyes. "Nothing personal," the leader said before they pulled the trigger - high calibre rounds hammering home.

The sound of the door splintering roused Dean from his half sleeping state, turning to see four people - geared out for war - aiming rifles at him. Body armour, balaclavas, military grade rifles... The full works.

"Son of a-" he began mumbling before the rifles fired. One bullet impacted into the matress, the second into his thigh. The third hit his chest, slipping between a pair of ribs and embedding itself in his lung. The fourth hit him in the neck. The Hunter fell back, bleeding from multiple wounds and feeling the life seep away - like it had so often before. He'd be back. Maybe... Hopefully not this time.

[exceedingarrogance]

"No! Mi piace il tuo how do you say.... DESPAIR!" Yelled the stranger with their tongue sticking out.

"Can ya leave me alone 'm not gonna give ya any organs and frankly, you're freakin' me out, haha..." Go away pls anon.