Bev's joint winning entry
Final Reckoning by birdie - 100 words on the nose
The slender knife drew Lucifer’s dread power like a fragile church spire draws pure, white lightning.
His wrath blasted the bloodied stiletto from Dean’s trembling hand, shattering the brittle blade, driving its unholy shrapnel deep into his shrinking flesh, corrupting as it tore and wasted.
The remnants of the ruined instrument of final redemption embedded to the hilt in the hunter’s side, loosing a crimson tide as his screams of agony and despair rent the air.
In the darkness, Sam writhed in the cover of the shadows, the weight of his guilt obliterating the last warm vestiges of his heart.
Penmin's joint winning entry
Dean plunged the sword to the hilt feeling wrong, it wasn’t evil, he’d used other tools at hand, found nothing else would work, tried again, it came at him, furious, unearthly, he grabbed the grenade, it looked at him fear in its eyes, he began to enjoy this, the end game was always the same, hunt, fight, something dies, hopefully not him this time, he threw the grenade, the explosion finished it, he didn’t jump out of the way, shrapnel caught him in the chest, he died.
Sam smirked “so you get to level six yet?”
Dean snarled, “Bite Me!”
Alena's entry
Drabble Challenge
Challenge Words: Shrapnel Hilt
The sky shifted from grey to dark crimson and an ominous rumble filled the air. Two figures huddled under cover of the twisted remains of a once-classic car. Molten metal, fragments of stone and partially cooked flesh rained down on them as shrapnel from the impact.
The shorter figure lay slumped against the other, hand clasped tightly to his side. When he shifted awkwardly to one side, his bloody hand slipping limply away, his companion could just see the ornate hilt of a dagger buried deep into his side. There was a distant crack and the world shivered and turned...
Impaladreams Entry
Drabble Challenge
100 words
Trust by Impaladreams
Rivulets of sweat trickled into his panicked eyes as hands shaking, Sam tightened his tenuous grip on the hilt of the darkly glowing blade. Blood now poured unchecked from the raw, gaping wound onto the stained cover, flowing freely as the jagged shrapnel left his brother’s quivering thigh.
Trusting green eyes gazed up, focus wavering as Dean shuddered, gripped his brother’s arm, nodding his encouragement.
“Just do it, Sammy” The soft words ghosted from between his pallid lips.
Sam closed his eyes, swallowed thickly, fighting back the bile that threatened to overwhelm him as he bent to the grim task.
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