I was killed.
Trying to do the right thing. Trying to be the good guy for once. Fighting that good fight and all that bull shit.
And what does it get me?
I'll tell you what it gets me. Two bullet wounds, right in the chest. Down on the ground, bleeding out until I close my eyes to darkness, only to wake back up on my back in Hell.
And you want to know what the kicker is?
I was killed by a gay karaoke demon.
How fucked up it that? Someone got a good chuckle at my death, but I sure ain't laughing.
Muse: Lindsey McDonald
Fandom: Angel the Series
Word Count: (not WC program here. will update later)