writing more of the weapon!Wes AU and felt like sharing an excerpt bc I like this scene

The farming books he had checked out only reiterated what
the librarian had told him before. He wasn’t even a real weapon, but instead a
farming tool. The blade from his dream the night before (but it wasn’t a dream) was a shiny and long,
with a zig-zag pattern going down the length of it. Sure, he hadn’t really
gotten to see it for very long, but it definitely still looked intimidating,
especially since it was coming out of a human body. Wes tried to imagine
telling his parents that it wasn’t harmful and couldn’t see that conversation
going very well. The large slash going through his duvet was as telling as it
was damning. What was he going to do?

Wes put his head in his hands. He was dead meat.

He probably would have continued sitting like that, elbow
deep in farming books having an existential crisis, but a small black booklet
near the bottom of his stack caught eye. He could only see a corner of the thin
softcover, and found with interest that instead of having a picture of wheat
fields or tractors, the front cover had a skull on it. Wes held tightly to the
top of his precarious book stack and slid the booklet out from the bottom, his
attention briefly caught.

It was a book about the Grim Reaper. The personification of
death that he would sometimes see in cartoons before his parents flipped the
station to something educational.

Wes hesitated for a moment before opening the book. He
flipped through the pages, his chest feeling tighter and tighter the more he
saw. The book was mostly pictures, all with gruesome scenes of torture and
pain. Men on a battlefield crying over their fallen brothers, the ground
streaked with blood and the sky smudged with smoke. People in hospitals,
covered in sores and thin as skeletons, clinging to their last breaths. Car
accidents. Ships sinking. Bombs exploding. People dying. And all the pictures
had one thing in common.

A shadowed figure, only shown in silhouette, carrying a
large scythe.

Death.

Wes closed the book carefully, decidedly done with research
for the day.