Wishing just makes trouble
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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
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19,340
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33
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The town
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Chapter 4
Wishing just makes trouble
Title: The town
Author: Merkat
Fandom: Doom
Pairing: Xander/Reaper
Summary: Xander goes to Willy’s bar after the wedding that wasn’t. He makes a new friend and says something he shouldn’t. Now Xander has to adapt to his new surroundings.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the craziness that spews out of my head. All characters belong to their respective owners.
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Standing very still Xander listened as Sarge talked. Could that be Angel? Would Angel ever be a terrorist like the man on the screen? Sure Xander had never been a fan of Deadboy, but really! He had never seen Angel as a terrorist . . . Maybe Angelus, but the demon was insane. Standing up straight he watched as slides of a well-dressed gun maniac clicked by on the screen.
“This man is named Vincent Robert Halcarth. He is thirty-four and was born in Russia. He is currently wanted in fifteen countries, his as well. He’s a bomb specialist with ten years on the Russian special forces’. He has changed his face over three times in the last four and some half years. Each time he would find a victim take their face and identity, he becomes them and kills the original. He now goes by the name Liam Walker. His victim was twenty-seven, had a wife and three kids. All their bodies were found thirty miles outside of Devil’s Wake.”
Said Sarge as he pointed at the decapitated decomposing bodies in the next picture. Xander could see Reaper tighten his grip on his gun as he stared at the picture. Three small bodies surrounded by two bigger bodies. One bulky and male the other slim and female. Xander swallowed thickly. He had never liked Angel, but he never wanted the man to die like that. Raising his hand Xander felt like a stupid little kid, but it was never a good idea to just interrupted the Sarge when he was talking. Sarge raised a brow then nodded for Xander to talk.
“Sir . . . What was the other victim’s names?”
Sarge shrugged. “The children were Alex age eight, Willow age six, and William age four. The wife age twenty seven was named Elizabeth Summer Walker . . . Why you knew them Pup?” Sarge asked as he saw the young brunet pale then turn green.
“Yes sir I know . . . knew them once.” He whispered.
Sarge nodded. “You have even more reason now . . . ”
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Xander was cursing up a blue streak, they had arrived just outside of the medium sized town and were split into teams. Duke was with the other new guy, Destroyer was paired with Mac, Sarge and Goat were teamed together . . . that left Xander with Portman! At least Sarge had enough sense to put Reaper with them. So far Reaper had kept peace in their little team by acting as the human wall.
Portman was still pretty pissed at Xander and for the past hour they had combed the town with Portman talking up a storm. When they had first left Sarge’s eye, Portman had talked about how he would ‘ride’ Xander and ‘train’ him good and ‘hard’. But having a powerful gun pointed in one’s face by a cheesed off Reaper stopped that.
Then the bugger started talking about their leave coming up. Though Xander didn’t really tune into that. It was something about ‘a bottle of liquor and she-boys’, it sounded sick so Xander figured he probably heard right. But of course Xander luck couldn’t get worse, could it?
Rounding the next corner Xander bumped into someone. That someone just so happened to be the man that they were looking for. Before any of them could so much as pull up their gun’s Xander had one pressed to his cheek.
“Ah. Damn it!”
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Xander remembered Milo saying something about new soldiers attracting trouble. He was currently thinking that statement was true now. After-all none of the others were being held by gun point. In fact Xander had a lot of guns pointed at him.
Vincent held Xander close to his body as he walked backwards and away from Xander’s fellow soldiers. With every step he took back Reaper, Sarge, and the other’s would come forward. With his gun now hung over the targets shoulder Xander was weaponless, and now as he was being lead off into a building, it would appear he was a hostage. Xander watched the heavy metal door close him in and his team out. It was the last thing he saw as the butt of the gun connected with the back of his head.
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Groaning Xander opened his blurred eyes. The back of his head hurt and he was sure it was bleeding. Xander was tied up and gagged with high quality rope. His hands were tied tight with a rope connecting them to his feet. He was in a corner near a ratty old bed. The floor was covered in dirt and newspaper, weapons were pilled up by the windows. Vincent walked out of a small kitchen with two mugs of something Xander couldn’t see.
“Oh, you’re awake. Good I was wondering when you would. I made us dinner!” Said the man wearing Angel’s face. Xander could now see the differences, and was now sure without a bout that this man wasn’t Angel. This man was far less agile and carried a bit more bulk then Angel. The fact that this man was half a foot taller and had a voice that made babies cry helped. Vincent’s voice was gravelly like a bear preparing to roar.
Setting down the cups Vincent petted Xander’s dark hair out of his eyes. “ Soldiers’ are getting younger and prettier every year. Tell me my Little Minx’s how did ‘you’ ever become a soldier? You should be a cute little actor or a model?” He said as he took the gag out of Xander’s mouth.
Snapping at the hand that was petting him Xander spoke. “As tempting as that sounds kicking pricks like you around sounded way better!”
That seamed to amuse his captor for he did nothing but grab the cups again. “Your team is outside. Do you know how long you’ve been out?” Xander shook his head. “About three hours. I must have hit you harder then I intended. Sorry about that, my Little Minxs.” Xander growled. What was it with everyone calling him cute little names?! Frowning Xander wondered why Sarge and the other’s hadn’t come and kicked this idiot’s butt? Looking at the insane man with confusion, he was about to ask when the man spoke.
“Even with you soldiers’ here all my plans will go the way I want! My bombs are all set up.”He said in a proud voice as he held a cylinder with a bright red button on it under Xander’s nose.
“All I have to do is push the button and BOOM! The whole fucking state of Texas goes up!! My bombs are special too! Half the U.S. will be mutated by a special kind of radiation! I got those new bombs from Mars.” He said, each word he spoke his chest would puff up.
Groaning mentally, Xander tried to think of something to do. He had to get out of the ropes and stop the lunatic before him.
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Chapter 4
Wishing just makes trouble
Title: The town
Author: Merkat
Fandom: Doom
Pairing: Xander/Reaper
Summary: Xander goes to Willy’s bar after the wedding that wasn’t. He makes a new friend and says something he shouldn’t. Now Xander has to adapt to his new surroundings.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the craziness that spews out of my head. All characters belong to their respective owners.
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Standing very still Xander listened as Sarge talked. Could that be Angel? Would Angel ever be a terrorist like the man on the screen? Sure Xander had never been a fan of Deadboy, but really! He had never seen Angel as a terrorist . . . Maybe Angelus, but the demon was insane. Standing up straight he watched as slides of a well-dressed gun maniac clicked by on the screen.
“This man is named Vincent Robert Halcarth. He is thirty-four and was born in Russia. He is currently wanted in fifteen countries, his as well. He’s a bomb specialist with ten years on the Russian special forces’. He has changed his face over three times in the last four and some half years. Each time he would find a victim take their face and identity, he becomes them and kills the original. He now goes by the name Liam Walker. His victim was twenty-seven, had a wife and three kids. All their bodies were found thirty miles outside of Devil’s Wake.”
Said Sarge as he pointed at the decapitated decomposing bodies in the next picture. Xander could see Reaper tighten his grip on his gun as he stared at the picture. Three small bodies surrounded by two bigger bodies. One bulky and male the other slim and female. Xander swallowed thickly. He had never liked Angel, but he never wanted the man to die like that. Raising his hand Xander felt like a stupid little kid, but it was never a good idea to just interrupted the Sarge when he was talking. Sarge raised a brow then nodded for Xander to talk.
“Sir . . . What was the other victim’s names?”
Sarge shrugged. “The children were Alex age eight, Willow age six, and William age four. The wife age twenty seven was named Elizabeth Summer Walker . . . Why you knew them Pup?” Sarge asked as he saw the young brunet pale then turn green.
“Yes sir I know . . . knew them once.” He whispered.
Sarge nodded. “You have even more reason now . . . ”
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Xander was cursing up a blue streak, they had arrived just outside of the medium sized town and were split into teams. Duke was with the other new guy, Destroyer was paired with Mac, Sarge and Goat were teamed together . . . that left Xander with Portman! At least Sarge had enough sense to put Reaper with them. So far Reaper had kept peace in their little team by acting as the human wall.
Portman was still pretty pissed at Xander and for the past hour they had combed the town with Portman talking up a storm. When they had first left Sarge’s eye, Portman had talked about how he would ‘ride’ Xander and ‘train’ him good and ‘hard’. But having a powerful gun pointed in one’s face by a cheesed off Reaper stopped that.
Then the bugger started talking about their leave coming up. Though Xander didn’t really tune into that. It was something about ‘a bottle of liquor and she-boys’, it sounded sick so Xander figured he probably heard right. But of course Xander luck couldn’t get worse, could it?
Rounding the next corner Xander bumped into someone. That someone just so happened to be the man that they were looking for. Before any of them could so much as pull up their gun’s Xander had one pressed to his cheek.
“Ah. Damn it!”
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Xander remembered Milo saying something about new soldiers attracting trouble. He was currently thinking that statement was true now. After-all none of the others were being held by gun point. In fact Xander had a lot of guns pointed at him.
Vincent held Xander close to his body as he walked backwards and away from Xander’s fellow soldiers. With every step he took back Reaper, Sarge, and the other’s would come forward. With his gun now hung over the targets shoulder Xander was weaponless, and now as he was being lead off into a building, it would appear he was a hostage. Xander watched the heavy metal door close him in and his team out. It was the last thing he saw as the butt of the gun connected with the back of his head.
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Groaning Xander opened his blurred eyes. The back of his head hurt and he was sure it was bleeding. Xander was tied up and gagged with high quality rope. His hands were tied tight with a rope connecting them to his feet. He was in a corner near a ratty old bed. The floor was covered in dirt and newspaper, weapons were pilled up by the windows. Vincent walked out of a small kitchen with two mugs of something Xander couldn’t see.
“Oh, you’re awake. Good I was wondering when you would. I made us dinner!” Said the man wearing Angel’s face. Xander could now see the differences, and was now sure without a bout that this man wasn’t Angel. This man was far less agile and carried a bit more bulk then Angel. The fact that this man was half a foot taller and had a voice that made babies cry helped. Vincent’s voice was gravelly like a bear preparing to roar.
Setting down the cups Vincent petted Xander’s dark hair out of his eyes. “ Soldiers’ are getting younger and prettier every year. Tell me my Little Minx’s how did ‘you’ ever become a soldier? You should be a cute little actor or a model?” He said as he took the gag out of Xander’s mouth.
Snapping at the hand that was petting him Xander spoke. “As tempting as that sounds kicking pricks like you around sounded way better!”
That seamed to amuse his captor for he did nothing but grab the cups again. “Your team is outside. Do you know how long you’ve been out?” Xander shook his head. “About three hours. I must have hit you harder then I intended. Sorry about that, my Little Minxs.” Xander growled. What was it with everyone calling him cute little names?! Frowning Xander wondered why Sarge and the other’s hadn’t come and kicked this idiot’s butt? Looking at the insane man with confusion, he was about to ask when the man spoke.
“Even with you soldiers’ here all my plans will go the way I want! My bombs are all set up.”He said in a proud voice as he held a cylinder with a bright red button on it under Xander’s nose.
“All I have to do is push the button and BOOM! The whole fucking state of Texas goes up!! My bombs are special too! Half the U.S. will be mutated by a special kind of radiation! I got those new bombs from Mars.” He said, each word he spoke his chest would puff up.
Groaning mentally, Xander tried to think of something to do. He had to get out of the ropes and stop the lunatic before him.
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