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Fic: Blasphemy (Double Drabble #9)

Title: Blasphemy (Double Drabble #9)
Series: All That Lies Between Us
Word Count: 200
Characters:
Seeley Booth
Spoilers: For The Knight on the Grid.
Summary: Tie-in for the end of The Knight on the Grid.
Rating: M or R for language
A/N: As always, thank you for the lovely comments you've left; they've cheered me up during a tough time. You have my word that I'll respond to you all as soon as I can.
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Title: Blasphemy (Double Drabble #9)
Series:
All That Lies Between Us
Word Count:
200
Characters:
Seeley Booth
Spoilers:
For The Knight on the Grid.
Rating:
M or R for language
Story Notes:
The following is a double drabble—200 word vignette—set during the montage at the end of The Knight on the Grid.
A/N:
As always, thank you for the lovely comments you've left; they've cheered me up during a tough time. You have my word that I'll respond to you all as soon as I can.
Disclaimer:
Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This story is purely meant to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Thanks to tabaqui for catching a mistake I should have caught myself.


The sick motherfucker mailed her two bloody kneecaps, and then tried to kill them both with a bomb packed with human teeth. For these transgressions alone, Booth would pry every last tooth from the motherfucker's mouth.

But he knows he won't be granted that opportunity.

“I’m your gun,” he remembers telling her.

And he is—her gun, her Michael, her flaming sword.

So he pictures a man with an unknown face, while he reloads the magazine and empties it into the target, six sure rounds in all. His grip stays steady and his aim remains true.

A man with this purpose cannot afford to waver.

If his list were to grow by one more name, that is a price he is willing to pay.

If given the chance, he will shoot to kill.

One for the blood staining her familiar face.

Two for the tooth lodged in the flesh of her arm.

Three for the gash on her pale forehead.

Four for the endless seconds until she lifted her head.

Five for the lives the bastard so needlessly ended.

Six for the fear for her that now burns in his gut.

If given the chance, he will shoot to kill.


Edited to add an explanatory note: 

The mention of Michael and the flaming sword are biblical references.  Saint Michael the Archangel fought against Satan and his followers.  He is sometimes depicted as a warrior angel carrying a flaming sword.  His name was the war cry used by the good angels in the battle against Satan.  Michael is considered the patron saint of warriors, police officers, and soldiers.


 

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