UNTITLED (do u guys have a suggestion for a title that will suit the story)
There are slayers, there are no vampires and the character of Spike looks more like Johnny Depp than James Marsters.
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Faith hit the ground in the alley behind the Fish Tank with a bone-crunching thud.
"You're so gonna pay for that!" Faith screamed as she picked herself up off the ground and ran at two of the five-gang members that had started a fight with Faith and her two high school friends Liz and Spike. As she reached them she saw out the corner of her eye that Liz was just thrown against a dumpster.
'Spike will go check if she's alright' Faith though to herself.
When Faith got close enough to the two-gang members, or as she named them Skinhead and Tattoo face, she delivered a left hook to Skinhead and then a high kick to his chin. As soon as she saw he wasn't getting back up she decided to deal with Tattoo face, whose attention was now on Liz, who was dazed when she hit her head on the corner of the dumpster. Faith glanced over to see where Spike was. He was still fighting two of them, his leather coat flapping as he fought, as the fifth one got scared and ran off like a little girl.
Faith ran towards Tattoo face and pushed him away from her friend. As she did that he pulled a knife on her and ran towards her. She pushed him and heard him gasp as he hit the wall and then fell to the ground, the knife in his chest. Spike, who had just knocked out his two guys with Liz's help, and Liz saw this and ran towards their friend who just stood there.
"Oh my God…Faith What did you do?" Liz asked as she tried to stop the bleeding. Spike tried to get Faith to answer. When she didn't he lightly shook her.
"I didn't …I didn't mean to do that." Faith finally whispered. The three friends looked in horror as the gang member shook for the final time and stopped breathing.
"We need to get out of here! Come On!" Faith said as she grabbed her friends and ran.