comment_fic | Yom Chamishi - *Punk; (or Cyberpunk Derivatives)

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ryuutchi, and it's my last day! Your final theme from me this week is "*Punk"-- that is, any cyberpunk derivative you want to get your grubby little hands on. Steampunk, atompunk, dieselpunk, biopunk, silkpunk, mythpunk-- you name it!

If you don't have any idea what I'm talking about, here are some links that might jumpstart your imagination: 1, 2, 3

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DCU, Lex Luthor, Luthor Corp as an industrial giant in a world still trapped in the midst of the industrial revolution
Hanna is Not a Boy's Name, {...}/Hanna, Victorientalism
Star Trek Reboot, Kirk/McCoy, The Glass and Clockwork City
Young Avengers, Kate Bishop/Eli Bradley, In a world defined by atomic power and a Cold War, only an elite few have the ear of the President

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Someone--or something--is pinned against the wall in the corner. A brass bedframe is pressed against him, blocking him in like bars on a cage. His head rests listlessly against them, and his glassy blue eyes stare over Jo's shoulder toward the sunlight. From his back extends a huge pair of wings, all bronze and gold sheets of metal, held together with tarnished silver bolts. The metal is dull, and some of the feather-like pieces are missing. They cast weird shadows on the wall, terrible shadows that look like knives. But the man himself looks sad, a quiet sort of desperation hiding in the stillness of his face. One hand is falling through the bars, palm up, like he's reaching out for someone. Jo stretches out and tentatively puts her hand in his. He's cool to the touch, with that sort of inert, round feeling that things that have never been alive have. There is something awful about him, like an old memory of suffering. All the same she knows now that this is what she will buy.

"Hey," she calls back towards the door. "Hey, I found it!"

"Whaddya got?" she hears the shop-owner ask. Then he pushes his way through the beads and stills. "Oh." The clock ticks faster, and the guy shoves a hand through his hair. "That? You want that?"

"Yup," Jo says, tightening her grip on the angel's hand. The shop-owner sighs and starts pulling items aside.

It takes half an hour to unearth him and put him in a crate. The last thing she sees of him is the shop-owner folding the creaking wings down to fit before nailing the lid on. Jo finds herself standing at the counter afterward, wondering why she didn't ask about the price before going through all that trouble. She only has a few bucks in her wallet, and this just doesn't seem like the sort of place that takes cards.

"What does the cost come to?" she asks.

The man behind the counter leans forward on his elbows. "What you got?"

Jo pulls out her wallet. "Four dollars. Maybe a little more in change."

"What's this?" the guy asks, looping a finger into her wallet and pulling out a photograph of Jo and her dad from when she was a kid.

"Just a picture," she says, making a grab at it.

He flicks it out of her reach and clucks under his breath. "A photograph holds part of the soul, you know. You people, in this day and age! You spread yourselves too thin. A thousand Facebook photos, jeez. Still! It'll do. Four bucks and the pic, kiddo."

"That's creepy, man. No way a statue like that goes for four dollars," Jo frowns. "You some sort of sicko, getting off on pictures of people?"

"Joanna Beth Harvelle," the man says, deadly serious, and Jo flinches in fear. "That's my brother you're walking out of here with, and I never thought he'd go. I thought Dad's plan was to leave him back there forever as punishment, like he's punishing me for running away. So I think one tiny little piece of your soul is a real bargain."

She tries to step back, but he seizes one of her wrists. "What do you mean, brother? It's a broken statue." she asks, tugging against his grip.

The man jerks her forward, puts her hand against his chest. That's when she feels it, the steady tick tick tick of the clock that she'd been hearing, but coming from inside him.

"It'll take a long time before he runs again," he says, low. "And a lot of work. He's busted up pretty good. Let him be good when he wakes up, Jo. I remember when he was kind, in the beginning. Let him be kind."

"Okay," she whispers. "Okay."

"Okay," he agrees, and drops her hand so he can scoop up the four dollars and the photograph from the countertop. "You ever meet somebody you think'll like me, you send 'em here, okay?" he adds, and Jo nods mutely.

He watches her leave, and she'd swear she can hear a clock winding down as the door shuts behind her.

She glances at the crate in the rear-view mirror as she drives her pick-up home and wonders what she's done.

You had to know that this - "You ever meet somebody you think'll like me, you send 'em here, okay?" - would make at least me & few other slash fans think "she should send Sam". ;D

Loved it, bb.

kijikun is gonna love it too. :)

Of course she should send Sam! He's perfect for Sam. :D :D :D

*flails arms widely* Omg I love this. I love this. It's perfect and I greedily want more. Do you take bribes?

Oh! That is both creepy and yet so fascinating!

Good job!

This is absolutely bloody amazing. Brilliant work!

Holy - WOW I love this! This is bloody amazing!

This is great - you do a great job of building an eerie, believable vibe of mystery and suspense around the shop and its contents. And it's fascinating - the thought of what reason might be behind the shop's existence and the shopkeeper's presence there. You should write more of this :) It's excellent!

This is really fascinating and I love the details that come through.

This is wonderful. I love Gabriel, and poor Lucifer. I'm sure Jo will fix him right up!

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WHY DID I NEVER READ THIS BEFORE!?

idk! It's just a commentfic. They're easy to miss.

But I remember you linked it and said no one would get the DW references and I read up through the pocketwatches and then Xd out. Reading the sequel now.

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