Post by Cole Turner on May 21, 2007 19:40:50 GMT 1
Cole
:: Appearing at Bay Hospital was no problem, he appeared as someone else, a doctor perhaps, one that would soon have 'commited suicide'. The poor doctor was only the first of many innocents here that would have to be killed ::
"Mrs Whiteman"
:: Cole/The doctor read off, knowing full well that her own doctor was locked in the underworld under the guard of the Seer. The old woman smiled amorously, obviously liking the young man immensely ::
"I'm going to have to re-check your bloods, if that's alright?"
:: His smile was so charming, so disarming, that the woman agreed, though some part of her felt odd that this should be happening. Cole was not cruel however, not like some demons. He thought they deserved painless passing when possible, though not if necessary. This one had not yet finished her road, he could sense it - she would not be a whitelighter nor an elder or an angel. She was between.
He decided to give her that push. Angry when killed and that would be that. Trying the injection in five places before getting it right, the woman was seething and cursing him under her breath when Cole waved his hand over her chest, then her eyes. He watched as the life faded, then disappeared to the ward above to finish what had now begun
The list was long, but not long enough to frustrate the new Source. He had patience knowing that soon Krista, Phoebe and he would be leading the underworld to greatness. The last name was the only one he could not think about. It was a child, but soon he would be one of them, borne for the light and goodness of the world ::
"Oh hell..."
:: Cole stopped outside the child's private room, his head against the wall - tilted back - and his eyes staring at the ceiling. This was something he could not do. To kill the boy inside the room would be worse than seeing Phoebe's wedding ring - one belonging to another man. It would be worse than Phoebe's miscarriage of their first child, because if she found out, she would never forgive him this.
Looking around the door, he wondered how much it would take to change the boy slightly. Make him enough demon so as to make it impossible for the elders to touch him. Cole stood back. It was risky, but better than a child's death. That was one thing that touched him ::
"Good Luck..."
:: He whispered, his hand behind his back, before he cast a casual possession the boy's way. It was only a young demon that he had used to possess the boy. But they would grow together and now the boy was untouchable, and he would one day serve the Source. But until then...
Cole turned to leave, making one more stop before he left, the memorial wing. Prue had died in that place, and he felt something for that. She had come to trust him, encouraged Phoebe a little, and not caused half as much trouble as Paige. He almost wished he could swap them both... ::
:: Appearing at Bay Hospital was no problem, he appeared as someone else, a doctor perhaps, one that would soon have 'commited suicide'. The poor doctor was only the first of many innocents here that would have to be killed ::
"Mrs Whiteman"
:: Cole/The doctor read off, knowing full well that her own doctor was locked in the underworld under the guard of the Seer. The old woman smiled amorously, obviously liking the young man immensely ::
"I'm going to have to re-check your bloods, if that's alright?"
:: His smile was so charming, so disarming, that the woman agreed, though some part of her felt odd that this should be happening. Cole was not cruel however, not like some demons. He thought they deserved painless passing when possible, though not if necessary. This one had not yet finished her road, he could sense it - she would not be a whitelighter nor an elder or an angel. She was between.
He decided to give her that push. Angry when killed and that would be that. Trying the injection in five places before getting it right, the woman was seething and cursing him under her breath when Cole waved his hand over her chest, then her eyes. He watched as the life faded, then disappeared to the ward above to finish what had now begun
The list was long, but not long enough to frustrate the new Source. He had patience knowing that soon Krista, Phoebe and he would be leading the underworld to greatness. The last name was the only one he could not think about. It was a child, but soon he would be one of them, borne for the light and goodness of the world ::
"Oh hell..."
:: Cole stopped outside the child's private room, his head against the wall - tilted back - and his eyes staring at the ceiling. This was something he could not do. To kill the boy inside the room would be worse than seeing Phoebe's wedding ring - one belonging to another man. It would be worse than Phoebe's miscarriage of their first child, because if she found out, she would never forgive him this.
Looking around the door, he wondered how much it would take to change the boy slightly. Make him enough demon so as to make it impossible for the elders to touch him. Cole stood back. It was risky, but better than a child's death. That was one thing that touched him ::
"Good Luck..."
:: He whispered, his hand behind his back, before he cast a casual possession the boy's way. It was only a young demon that he had used to possess the boy. But they would grow together and now the boy was untouchable, and he would one day serve the Source. But until then...
Cole turned to leave, making one more stop before he left, the memorial wing. Prue had died in that place, and he felt something for that. She had come to trust him, encouraged Phoebe a little, and not caused half as much trouble as Paige. He almost wished he could swap them both... ::
