Post by Almighty Admin on Nov 19, 2009 2:04:45 GMT -4
Chuck knew he had to write...eventually. It was a rather hard choice....write or go insane...the options weren't really that good but he knew he had to make one and he knew it would do him no good to continue on with his writer's strike but he couldn't help what plagued him no matter how hard he tried to push it aside or ignore it.
There was no amount of chats from arch angels or humans; there was no changning how utterly alone Chuck felt within his own skin. He attempted to ignore what plagued him sort fo like he attempted to still ignore the visions which plagued him even though he knew that both of those actions were a bad idea...that hadn't worked for him too well in the past.
He knew what he was; a Prophet of the Lord they told him but even with that information he didn't know how he fit into all. He didn't fight...hell he wasn't sure he could fight or if he did he wouldn't do much good. With all he had seen fighting would be what he needed to do. The Winchesters had their spot in it all, the nagels theirs; hell even the demons had their own jobs in the whole mess and then there was him.
Chuck had found himself sitting in teh back of the empty church his eyes locked infront of him and his lips islent as he attempted to pick his words wisely. He didn't normally make a habbit of "office calls" but suicide wouldn't work...been there doen that and he didn't fancy Zac coming to call and the Winchesters had their own issues so it had been the church that Chuck had sought out.
"Sorry I didn't make an appointment," Chuck attempted to make light as he shifted uncomfortable his eyes locked on teh cross in front of him.
"I could sort of use some help...if you are damn...um darned focused on using me for your...books," Chuck muttered uncomfortable as his eye stared down at his feet.
There was no amount of chats from arch angels or humans; there was no changning how utterly alone Chuck felt within his own skin. He attempted to ignore what plagued him sort fo like he attempted to still ignore the visions which plagued him even though he knew that both of those actions were a bad idea...that hadn't worked for him too well in the past.
He knew what he was; a Prophet of the Lord they told him but even with that information he didn't know how he fit into all. He didn't fight...hell he wasn't sure he could fight or if he did he wouldn't do much good. With all he had seen fighting would be what he needed to do. The Winchesters had their spot in it all, the nagels theirs; hell even the demons had their own jobs in the whole mess and then there was him.
Chuck had found himself sitting in teh back of the empty church his eyes locked infront of him and his lips islent as he attempted to pick his words wisely. He didn't normally make a habbit of "office calls" but suicide wouldn't work...been there doen that and he didn't fancy Zac coming to call and the Winchesters had their own issues so it had been the church that Chuck had sought out.
"Sorry I didn't make an appointment," Chuck attempted to make light as he shifted uncomfortable his eyes locked on teh cross in front of him.
"I could sort of use some help...if you are damn...um darned focused on using me for your...books," Chuck muttered uncomfortable as his eye stared down at his feet.