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Ficlet: Changes

Title: Changes
Author: xlivvielockex
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 325
Prompt: New Season (001)
Characters: The most important and overlooked characters in the 'verse: The citizens of L.A.
Notes: ATS Season 4. Not eligible for voting.

Los Angeles doesn’t have seasons. Not like the Northeast. There is no leaf color change to signal that summer has faded into fall. No bare trees, with arms reaching out like skeletons, to let the citizens know it is winter. And no fresh green buds just ready to bust forth with spring. The only way to tell the seasonal change is when the Hollywood celebutantes go from wearing micro-minis and midriff bearing tops to A-line skirts and button up blouses.

L.A.’s seasonal change didn’t consist of huge feet of snow that kept people in their houses for day or a balmy sticky heat that seeped into your pours. No, you knew it was winter when people started complaining about 60 degree chill and smog alerts. Summer was easier because the heat was so blistering, you could literally fry an egg and the city reeked like sweat soaked bodies.

But that was then. This is now.

L.A. has a season now. The more cynical could call it the “rainy” season but it is doubtful if you would see any sort of rain like this in some tropical monsoon. Most people in Bombay worry about flooding, not that a giant chunk of flaming brimstone is going to destroy their hut. The banks of the Nile aren’t overflowing with the blood that runs like a river in the streets. We have dams, built from bodies. Eager beavers we have been. Sometimes the corpses are the only thing that protects you from the monsters.

Monsters, crowding into the city like a plague of locusts. That is what tells us that it is summer. No longer that annual fireworks show downtown or the celebrities crawling over each other to get to a gold statue. A rain made of fire is our April showers.

And every day, I pray for a new kind of season. For something to signal the end to this. All I want for Christmas is Nuclear Winter.


Wow that was intensely powerful and great and oh my god!!
Thank you. I always enjoy when my writing makes someone all speechless and "oh my god" ;)
I like how you combined all the seasons in this story. You don't say who's point of view this is, but I have a feeling it's Angel's? Nice job! I liked it :)
Nope, not Angel's. :) It is from the point of view of one of the most important but overlooked canon chars in the 'verse...the citizens of Los Angeles. Just thought I would go for something different this time around.
Wow. Stunning, amazing imagery. Beautifully grim. And that last line just knocks the breath out of you. Brilliant.
Thank you. That is exactly what I was going for with this piece. Just that whole bit of desperation and then whammo! (Yes, "whammo" is a technical term. :) )
Wow, that was so amazing. Very powerful imagery. Loved the last few lines - they were just perfect. Just loved this.
Awww, compliments from my canon girlfriend. You are going to make me blush. *toes the dirt* So um...you want to go to Prom together?
As long as you promise to protect me from the demon dog thingies if they show up.
Pfft, you are SO on your own for that. I need to protect my own butt!
Holy crap. This was great - I always love seeing something from the perspective of ordnary people, and this was deliciously grim. Beautiful. (I'll be sure to keep this in mind when I watch the Oscars this year - the idea of a monster eating Paris Hilton is actually pretty nifty.)
You know, I am pretty sure that Paris Hilton is some kind of demon. Just look at her, she doesn't look human.

For some reason, this just felt right. Who knows, I might end up writing some more stuff from the ordinary people POV. I do realize that in canon, people as a whole were kind of dumb to the supernatural, but when demons invade, the sun is blacked out, and it is raining fire, I think you tend to notice. :)
That was wow and you know what i think of your writing anyway, brilliant
Wow. This one's terrific. Love the line: Sometimes the corpses are the only thing that protects you from the monsters. And I also love the last line.
We have dams, built from bodies. Eager beavers we have been.

Gulp. That's quite a disturbing image. All that gruesome industry, to stem the tide of destruction for a little while.

Of course, LA and Hell are often confused for one another, or so I'm told. ;-}

P.S. I know you wrote this pre-Dollhouse, but it fits that pretty well, anyway.
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January 2017



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