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[Damages] Getting her revenge

Title: Getting her revenge
Fandom: Damages
Cast: Ellen Parsons
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 262 ( Fidipù )
Challenge : COW-T @ maridichallenge
Prompt: [The Week - Missoni 1] War
Summary: "destroy," murmurs to himself, in shelter of the hotel room he uses as a substitute for a home, as he threw his coat and shoes aside, jumping on the bed. "He wanted war, and war will have."
Notes: I wrote about Ellen. IO. (Yes, I know that none of you have any idea who he is, amen. ;__;) (But go on your own culture, assholes. È_é) What can I say? It is set immediately after the end of the last episode of season one, when Ellen is contacted by the FBI: a typical case of Prompt to Minchiam, but I wanted very much to finally write something about this show, but honestly I was convinced that I started with Ray, not the number one pain in the ass. XD
Spoiler: 1x13, I'll see you Monday
Disclaimer: For Beneficiaries who currently have no idea who they are. XD
Warning: None



Ellen slams the car door without looking back and paced as it runs with the crowded New York sidewalks, avoiding with all his might look into the eyes of anyone who walks by, hears the 'adrenaline flows freely around and climbing them a new force from the legs to the head, feeling like a trapped without air bubble that rather than reducing, the invigorating, nourishing it with all those thoughts, just hours before, were able to just to scare her to death.
Patty tried to kill her.
If we think, can still feel the hands of the assassin on his arms, between her hair and swallow, trying to keep his chin up while lining the street and enters his hotel, greeted by soft, enveloping warmth that would make anyone feel welcome.
Patty tried to kill her, but she would be to close the game.
"destroy," murmurs to himself, in the shelter of the hotel room he uses as a substitute for a home, as he threw his coat and shoes aside, jumping on the bed. "He wanted war, and war will have." He closes his eyes, reclining on the pillow without even taking off his socks or sweater. "You'll suffer more than 've ever done in his life, "she whispered to no one in particular, as she stares at the ceiling with wide eyes, haunted by a light that is not there and stays there, motionless, in the dark, unable to sleep - all that remains are his thoughts, his fears. And the mad and feverish delirium of revenge that awaits.