| Demonic ass water all over everything! ( @ 2008-03-02 23:35:00 |
| Entry tags: | crack, spernatural |
Tainted by Evil: The Radio Play This will be the second weekend I've sat down with fine intentions of writing Sweet Charity, and been distracted by other things. Guys, I am so, so sorry. buffyaddict13 and unhobbityhobbit, you have both been amazingly patient. Anyway, this is by way of a sop to my conscience. Yes, it is the infamous holy water enema fic. Originally inspired by girlfan1979, although I know this is pretty much the opposite of what she imagined. I'll write you the serious version one day *g* Title: Tainted by Evil, the Radio Play Rating: Gen, R Length: 466 words Warnings: Swearing and Enemas. And, once again, I've done a radio play. Crackity, crack, crack, crack. Summary: Years from now, in a creativly bankrupt future, a radio adaptation is made of longhairedlady's 6000 page Supernatural epic, Tainted by Evil. [ In the Impala. It's night (I suggest using the sound of hooting owls to get this across. Realism be damned.) Cars can be heard rushing by. Rain patter on the windshield. In the background, a siren wails, such as might be set off by a young man breaking into a locked pharmacy.] Dean : Fuck! You finished in there yet? [Thrashing about noises.] Dean : Gods Dammned Fucking Shit Ass-AHHHHH! [Whimpering. Then, a car door opens.] Sam : Ok, I got it. Had to pick a few locks, tripped the secur- Dean : Shut up, Sam. I can't hold it much longer. Ugh, I can feel the thing trying to force it's way out! Sam : That might be the single most disgusting thing I've ever heard. Dean (shouting) : Just hurry up and bless the water already! Sam : I'm doing it, I'm doing it. [Splashing sounds. Latin. A few prayers, if the producers really want to go in for the blasphemy.] Sam (conversationally) : So, how do you even get a demon up your ass in the first place? Dean : I don't know! Does asking stupid questions magically speed you up or something? Sam : You think it was aiming for your mouth and got confused? [A roar (suggest using a lion's, from archive) shortly followed by a thump.] Sam (somewhat muffled, as though speaking through an arm lock): Ok, Ok, it's done. Here. Dean (sighs) : Finally. [A zipper opens.] Dean (somewhat strained) : This enema thing better fucking work, because I swear to God, you're not exorcising my colon. Nghh, there it goes. [Tense silence.] Sam: Did it work? [ A sudden loud rushing, such as might be caused by high pressure steam escaping. Yells of manly pain. The rest is silence, save for the gentle sound of trickling water. Record a tranquil stream, or something.] Dean (shaken) : Well, that was a laugh riot. Sam: (equally shaken) : Yeah. Dean: Let's never talk about this again, right?