Crowley stood up at the wrong time, the beer bottle sticking him straight in the thigh. Crowley’s leg’s buckled beneath him and he let out a small shout of pain.
Atropos surged in for the killing blow, hands snaking out for Crowley’s throat.
As soon as Crowley caught Atropos’s movement he disappeared, dropping onto the floor of Ari’s living room on his back, blood soaking the carpet.
Crowley glared at him for a few seconds then spewed blood into his face. “You won’t get the chance.” He snarled, jerking forward in an attempt to knock Po off of his feet.
Po misjudged, his balance skewing, knocking him-ass end on the floor. His head joined off the cabinet in the corner, and for a moment his vision flared dark.
Crowley was on him in a second, throwing punch after punch towards his face. At this point Crowley was fighting blindly and he knew it, just trying to get a punch in before Atropos got the better of him.
Atropos reached through the mess of blood and glass, snapping a hold onto a broken half of a beer bottle and jamming it into Crowley’s shoulder, slicing a shallow cut across his front and opening a burbling sieve of blood on his vessel’s body. Atropos kicked clear and clambered to his feet, snorting blood to clear out his nostrils and eyes.
Crowley let out a small hiss of pain and doubled over slightly, his shirt pooling with blood. “You’re a lot weaker than you look.” He chuckled weakly, still on his knees.
Atropos studied Crowley with a modicum of doubt; he hadn’t expected the original to be this powerful, not after Jack has so easily bested him. There was something at work, here, behind the scenes, something that gave him pause. “Can’t say the same for you.”
Crowley laughed. “I get that a lot.” He placed his hand on his chest and pulled it back to look at the blood. “Shit…” He mumbled under his breath, his vision slightly blurred. Crowley knew he wouldn’t pass out…but this wasn’t good. He needed to get out of here so he could heal.
Atropos knew he could, and should, kill the original now; they had all the code and mental capacity to create more dark doubles, convincing ones. They didn’t ned the source material.
He cocked his arm back and hurled the beer-bottle like a dagger.
Crowley stood up at the wrong time, the beer bottle sticking him straight in the thigh. Crowley’s leg’s buckled beneath him and he let out a small shout of pain.
Crowley glared at him for a few seconds then spewed blood into his face. “You won’t get the chance.” He snarled, jerking forward in an attempt to knock Po off of his feet.
Po misjudged, his balance skewing, knocking him-ass end on the floor. His head joined off the cabinet in the corner, and for a moment his vision flared dark.
Crowley was on him in a second, throwing punch after punch towards his face. At this point Crowley was fighting blindly and he knew it, just trying to get a punch in before Atropos got the better of him.
Atropos reached through the mess of blood and glass, snapping a hold onto a broken half of a beer bottle and jamming it into Crowley’s shoulder, slicing a shallow cut across his front and opening a burbling sieve of blood on his vessel’s body. Atropos kicked clear and clambered to his feet, snorting blood to clear out his nostrils and eyes.
Crowley let out a small hiss of pain and doubled over slightly, his shirt pooling with blood. “You’re a lot weaker than you look.” He chuckled weakly, still on his knees.
Atropos studied Crowley with a modicum of doubt; he hadn’t expected the original to be this powerful, not after Jack has so easily bested him. There was something at work, here, behind the scenes, something that gave him pause. “Can’t say the same for you.”
Crowley laughed. “I get that a lot.” He placed his hand on his chest and pulled it back to look at the blood. “Shit…” He mumbled under his breath, his vision slightly blurred. Crowley knew he wouldn’t pass out…but this wasn’t good. He needed to get out of here so he could heal.
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Crowley glared at him for a few seconds then spewed blood into his face. “You won’t get the chance.” He snarled, jerking forward in an attempt to knock Po off of his feet.
Po misjudged, his balance skewing, knocking him-ass end on the floor. His head joined off the cabinet in the corner, and for a moment his vision flared dark.
Crowley was on him in a second, throwing punch after punch towards his face. At this point Crowley was fighting blindly and he knew it, just trying to get a punch in before Atropos got the better of him.
Atropos reached through the mess of blood and glass, snapping a hold onto a broken half of a beer bottle and jamming it into Crowley’s shoulder, slicing a shallow cut across his front and opening a burbling sieve of blood on his vessel’s body. Atropos kicked clear and clambered to his feet, snorting blood to clear out his nostrils and eyes.
Crowley let out a small hiss of pain and doubled over slightly, his shirt pooling with blood. “You’re a lot weaker than you look.” He chuckled weakly, still on his knees.
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Crowley glared at him for a few seconds then spewed blood into his face. “You won’t get the chance.” He snarled, jerking forward in an attempt to knock Po off of his feet.
Po misjudged, his balance skewing, knocking him-ass end on the floor. His head joined off the cabinet in the corner, and for a moment his vision flared dark.
Crowley was on him in a second, throwing punch after punch towards his face. At this point Crowley was fighting blindly and he knew it, just trying to get a punch in before Atropos got the better of him.
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Crowley let out a light laugh. “Why would I lie about something like that?”
“Aw. You’re not lying,” Atropos sneered. “You’re already dead, Crowley. Just hasn’t sunk in yet.”
In a lightning-strike motion, Atropos flipped the table, spraying the plates and beer bottles to the floor, and he lunged toward Crowley with a right hook catching him hard across the jaw.
Crowley’s head snapped to the right upon impact. He blinked a few times, wiggled his jaw, and narrowed his eyes at Atropos. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that.” He swung, catching Atropos in the mouth.
Atropos spun with the momentum of the blow, hooking Crowley’s legs out from under him and dashing his head against the wall. When Crowley surged back to his feet, Atropos caught a fistful of his shirt and decked him, once, twice, three times straight-on in the face. He threw him into the mess of broken ceramic plates and shattered beer bottles.
Crowley started hysterically laughing, blood pouting from his nose. “That all you got, Po!? I don’t understand why my girl is so scared of a fucking loser like you!” He laughed, not even bothering to stand up.
Po planted his hands on the wall and drove a kick into Crowley’s ribs, driving him up against the wall. He crouched, grabbed a fistful of Crowley’s chin and dragged him up into a sitting position. “Maybe, when I’m done with you, I’ll go five her a real reason to be scared of me. How’d ya like that, Crow?”
Crowley glared at him for a few seconds then spewed blood into his face. “You won’t get the chance.” He snarled, jerking forward in an attempt to knock Po off of his feet.
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Crowley let out a light laugh. “Why would I lie about something like that?”
“Aw. You’re not lying,” Atropos sneered. “You’re already dead, Crowley. Just hasn’t sunk in yet.”
In a lightning-strike motion, Atropos flipped the table, spraying the plates and beer bottles to the floor, and he lunged toward Crowley with a right hook catching him hard across the jaw.
Crowley’s head snapped to the right upon impact. He blinked a few times, wiggled his jaw, and narrowed his eyes at Atropos. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that.” He swung, catching Atropos in the mouth.
Atropos spun with the momentum of the blow, hooking Crowley’s legs out from under him and dashing his head against the wall. When Crowley surged back to his feet, Atropos caught a fistful of his shirt and decked him, once, twice, three times straight-on in the face. He threw him into the mess of broken ceramic plates and shattered beer bottles.
Crowley started hysterically laughing, blood pouting from his nose. “That all you got, Po!? I don’t understand why my girl is so scared of a fucking loser like you!” He laughed, not even bothering to stand up.
Crowley let out a light laugh. “Why would I lie about something like that?”
“Aw. You’re not lying,” Atropos sneered. “You’re already dead, Crowley. Just hasn’t sunk in yet.”
In a lightning-strike motion, Atropos flipped the table, spraying the plates and beer bottles to the floor, and he lunged toward Crowley with a right hook catching him hard across the jaw.
Crowley’s head snapped to the right upon impact. He blinked a few times, wiggled his jaw, and narrowed his eyes at Atropos. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that.” He swung, catching Atropos in the mouth.
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“Welp, Crowley, I guess your friends are just that dumb.” Atropos flipped the tab off of Crowley’s beer, took a slow swig of it, then slid it back toward him, letting Crowley catch it with one hand. “So, what brings you here?”
Crowley chuckled and took a slow swig. “Yes…most of them aren’t that bright.” He said with a small sway of his head and a shrug of his shoulders. After Atropos’s question Crowley stared at him long and hard. “You see, Po, the way I see it…now that I’m back and your little decoy is out of my girl’s life…I’m not gonna let anything hurt her. I suggest you leave her alone.”
Atropos grinned, a cutting of his jaw, and he clasped his hands, resting outstretched arms on the table. “Do ya?” His head turned to one side, and then his piercing eyes settled on Crowley. “And why would I do that?”
Crowley matched his gaze, his gray blue eyes smoldering. “Because I’m not nearly as easy to control as your little clone was. I will fight…and I won’t go down easily.” He said, his face cool gaze slowly growing with anger.
“Oh, now.” Atropos leaned back, again, hands gripping the edge of the table. “I find that hard to believe.”
Crowley let out a light laugh. “Why would I lie about something like that?”
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“Welp, Crowley, I guess your friends are just that dumb.” Atropos flipped the tab off of Crowley’s beer, took a slow swig of it, then slid it back toward him, letting Crowley catch it with one hand. “So, what brings you here?”
Crowley chuckled and took a slow swig. “Yes…most of them aren’t that bright.” He said with a small sway of his head and a shrug of his shoulders. After Atropos’s question Crowley stared at him long and hard. “You see, Po, the way I see it…now that I’m back and your little decoy is out of my girl’s life…I’m not gonna let anything hurt her. I suggest you leave her alone.”
Atropos grinned, a cutting of his jaw, and he clasped his hands, resting outstretched arms on the table. “Do ya?” His head turned to one side, and then his piercing eyes settled on Crowley. “And why would I do that?”
Crowley matched his gaze, his gray blue eyes smoldering. “Because I’m not nearly as easy to control as your little clone was. I will fight…and I won’t go down easily.” He said, his face cool gaze slowly growing with anger.
