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Okay, yeah, this is going to be a little confusing, since it's part of the middle of the story. I don't write stories beginning, middle, and end… I write whatever comes to me. This is something that I thought up for "Immortally Wounded" sitting around the house waiting for my dad to come home with lunch. Background is Oz has come back to LA since he feels more at home there than in Sunnydale, and gets a few surprises – and a few new powers. I can't give it all away, cause then the story would be ruined. He gets betrayed by a new character that I came up with – who is also going to be in a Buffy prequel to this (are you completely lost yet??). This new character has a connection to Angel….. Well, it's an excerpt so it's not supposed to make sense. Just tell me whether or not you want to see more. Thanks!
~Stacey (TroyGdsofTrbls@aol.com; AOL Instant Messenger name: DingoesGroupie1)
EXCERPT FROM "IMMORTALLY WOUNDED"
Rage boiled inside Oz like a vat of hot water. Something inside him was going berserk, urging him to pounce on her – rip her apart. But something was wrong. To Oz's utter shock and horror, it wasn't The Wolf who wanted blood.
It was him.
Oz felt like someone had hit him – HARD – right in the stomach. His mind was jumbled with a thousand thoughts. *No* he thought. *That's not me. I'm not a killer. It's The Wolf; I'm Oz, it's not…*
*Go on* a nasty little voice inside him said. *We've got The Wolf and magic on our side now. KILL HER. You have the power, just do it*
*No!!* Oz's mind screamed back. Was he going insane? He just stood there, completely dumbfounded. Angel and the others looked on as Oz glowered over Hope as she lay in a heap on the floor. They probably thought he was working out problems in his head. But if they could only see what really *was* going on inside him….
They would have ducked and ran for cover.
Anger rose up in Oz so ferociously he thought for sure it was The Wolf. But he could feel it; it felt like It was just sitting back, watching Oz battle himself, has though it was It's favorite Saturday morning cartoon show.
*You trusted her* the voice said. *You cared about her, and look what she did. She tried to murder you; shoot you down like a dog, as if you were the Thing inside you! Maybe you are….*
*No!* he yelled back. *It's not me…. It's not me…. It's not me….*
*Kill her!* his mind screamed at him. It made his head hurt. *She hurt you. Almost as much as Willow….*
Willow. Hope had hurt Willow, too. To get to him. Oz had a mental image of his first love in blood-soaked clothes from the long, deep knife gashes in her arms. He saw her beautiful face ruined by a deep slash across her face, from her right eye almost down to her jaw, that was oozing crimson.
She stared at him. "Destroy her," she whispered.
Something cracked inside Oz. The Wolf started pounding against the mental barriers Oz had put up.
LET ME OUT!! LET ME OUT!!
But was it The Wolf? Was it him? The power of all the magic he had learned to help out the group swirled around inside his body. Maybe it *was* him. He couldn't tell anymore…..
Well?? More? Or should I just chuck it and never dream of writing anything ever again. Tell me what you think. Thanks!
Okay, yeah, this is going to be a little confusing, since it's part of the middle of the story. I don't write stories beginning, middle, and end… I write whatever comes to me. This is something that I thought up for "Immortally Wounded" sitting around the house waiting for my dad to come home with lunch. Background is Oz has come back to LA since he feels more at home there than in Sunnydale, and gets a few surprises – and a few new powers. I can't give it all away, cause then the story would be ruined. He gets betrayed by a new character that I came up with – who is also going to be in a Buffy prequel to this (are you completely lost yet??). This new character has a connection to Angel….. Well, it's an excerpt so it's not supposed to make sense. Just tell me whether or not you want to see more. Thanks!
~Stacey (TroyGdsofTrbls@aol.com; AOL Instant Messenger name: DingoesGroupie1)
EXCERPT FROM "IMMORTALLY WOUNDED"
Rage boiled inside Oz like a vat of hot water. Something inside him was going berserk, urging him to pounce on her – rip her apart. But something was wrong. To Oz's utter shock and horror, it wasn't The Wolf who wanted blood.
It was him.
Oz felt like someone had hit him – HARD – right in the stomach. His mind was jumbled with a thousand thoughts. *No* he thought. *That's not me. I'm not a killer. It's The Wolf; I'm Oz, it's not…*
*Go on* a nasty little voice inside him said. *We've got The Wolf and magic on our side now. KILL HER. You have the power, just do it*
*No!!* Oz's mind screamed back. Was he going insane? He just stood there, completely dumbfounded. Angel and the others looked on as Oz glowered over Hope as she lay in a heap on the floor. They probably thought he was working out problems in his head. But if they could only see what really *was* going on inside him….
They would have ducked and ran for cover.
Anger rose up in Oz so ferociously he thought for sure it was The Wolf. But he could feel it; it felt like It was just sitting back, watching Oz battle himself, has though it was It's favorite Saturday morning cartoon show.
*You trusted her* the voice said. *You cared about her, and look what she did. She tried to murder you; shoot you down like a dog, as if you were the Thing inside you! Maybe you are….*
*No!* he yelled back. *It's not me…. It's not me…. It's not me….*
*Kill her!* his mind screamed at him. It made his head hurt. *She hurt you. Almost as much as Willow….*
Willow. Hope had hurt Willow, too. To get to him. Oz had a mental image of his first love in blood-soaked clothes from the long, deep knife gashes in her arms. He saw her beautiful face ruined by a deep slash across her face, from her right eye almost down to her jaw, that was oozing crimson.
She stared at him. "Destroy her," she whispered.
Something cracked inside Oz. The Wolf started pounding against the mental barriers Oz had put up.
LET ME OUT!! LET ME OUT!!
But was it The Wolf? Was it him? The power of all the magic he had learned to help out the group swirled around inside his body. Maybe it *was* him. He couldn't tell anymore…..
Well?? More? Or should I just chuck it and never dream of writing anything ever again. Tell me what you think. Thanks!