That night the rain poured down as if the sky was crying. It had plenty
reason to. The Wolf, Ram and Hart laid down hell with a vengeance. There
power was stripped from them, like how my powers were stripped from me.
As the walls of Wolfram and Hart came crashing down, so did the Senior Partners will. With that they sent hordes of demons to extinguish the light to which threatened once and for all. The four of us stood there watching. Like locusts descending upon wheat, they came.
One by one, they proceeded to become larger and larger as the father back they were.
"Let's go to work", Angel stated. A champion he is, one who I have grown to respect. With the raising of his sword we were set fourth like soldiers. Even a dying Gunn still fought with prowess.
My mind at the time was filled with an overwhelming emotion. Wesley's death brought forth an urge to kill. Kill those who are responsible for his death, and those related to them. My plan was to slay them all like how the man who cared for me in my darkest hours cared for me. Even if he was doing it out of the love that withered away, it proved his character.
As Angel and Spike charged forward, weapons in hand, and while Gunn hobbled forward, holding in pain, I hesitated. I looked down saw the weapon that was used to kill Wesley in my hand. I saw his eyes as he died! He looked at me and saw something other than the illusion I was creating for him! And now the man who deserves to be here is dead, and waste like this pollutes the universe.
A demon warrior raised his axe to me, but before he had to time to bare it down upon me, the knife in my hand had been in bedded in his skull. He fell to the ground lifeless, and so did his axe. The axe was held by me now, and blind with rage I began my slaughter. For every face I saw that night was Vail's. Every skull I beheaded that night had a crimson face starring lifelessly back at me.
There was so many of them, in one swipe 3 would die at once. No doubt these were just the pawns, sent into battle to die at the hands of us, so the stronger acolytes of the king and queen could tear us down one by one. I looked to my left and saw Spike and Gunn fighting them off to the best of there abilities. If Gunn died, he would have taken many with him, and no doubt Spike could finish them all off. Not even a now air born Angel noticed the behemoths walked steadily toward us. I clutched my axe and a near by metal bar. I would not let their plan come full circle.
Charging toward them, they reared up with horse like legs and tried to crush me with their mammoth like hooves. I darted out of the way and slid on the water soaked asphalt and used the momentum I was given by the slide to ricochet off of the near wall onto the back of one of the great beasts. The beast responded to my mounting of it with a mighty roar and 2 desperate swings at its back with its human like arms. I marveled at its tenacity and at the same time wished to butcher it. I screamed in rage and bludgeoned its muscular neck with the metal pole in my hand. Before it collapsed I leaped onto the back of another one of the centurion beasts and cut its head off swiftly. Two more of the monsters walked behind. I jumped off of the headless creature and quickly looked back to the scene I had left to kill the behemoths. I only saw Spike, fighting alone, the hooded pawns. A large metal waste receptacle was to the right of me, in line site of the approaching fiend. With a stout push the metal waste receptacle toppled the beasts gangly legs, breaking them. It fell to its broken knees inside the bin. I wished to stand there and watch it suffer, but I have more important endeavors to attend to. With axe in hand I slit its throat. One more remained, and behind that I could not see. The rain acted as a vale, covering what ever was behind it.
With the word Vale in mind I rose my axe to staffs length and began to plan how I was to kill the next monster. Suddenly an ear piercing screech was heard from above. The dragon that Angel had mounted crashed into mighty titan warrior, the dragons throat slit, and its jaws snapped around the chest of the beast I thought to slay. Angel leaped off of the back of the dragon and darted to an ally wall. I followed.
I saw Angel huddled over Gunn's fading body. As Gunn quivered in agony Angel supported his head and knelt down. Gunn's bloodshot eyes met mine as I came to the scene full circle.
"Lasted longer than 10 minutes," he said with a desperate laughter. He face was badly beaten, and his torso was covered on blood. A mix of carnage and sweat emanated from him. I remember him looking to Angel, and then I felt a change in him. As if a lie was to justified. "Angel..." He struggled to conjugate, for his lungs had undoubted been pierced. "I'm not Gunn"... Angel grasped his hand as he slowly slipped away.
"What?" Angel whispered softly. It was hard to tell if Angel cried that night, next to Gunn's delirious body, for rain streamed down his face.
Gunn's face moved around repeatedly, as if he was trying to shake the words from his head. "W..Wh..White room.. F..Find..em in..the..white room.." And with those eerily prophetic words he died. Angel's face became solid. His exterior seemed hurt and broken, but I felt on the inside much hope, almost joy. Spike came back to us. His face was bloody and bruised. He looked as I did when the hand of the Senior Partners struck me repeatedly and left me for dead.
After the final battle, the after events brought be here. The streets of this metropolis are covered with evil still. Even with the fall of the Wolf, Ram and Hart, the evil the forever impending darkness always lingers.
I an old one, should be one down there, with the rest, fighting to reclaim this world in the name of the demon. Though I dont, and will not. Winifred Burkle. Somehow the power of the human spirit can overcome anything. Even me. I wish to be a champion. Just like Winifred.
As the walls of Wolfram and Hart came crashing down, so did the Senior Partners will. With that they sent hordes of demons to extinguish the light to which threatened once and for all. The four of us stood there watching. Like locusts descending upon wheat, they came.
One by one, they proceeded to become larger and larger as the father back they were.
"Let's go to work", Angel stated. A champion he is, one who I have grown to respect. With the raising of his sword we were set fourth like soldiers. Even a dying Gunn still fought with prowess.
My mind at the time was filled with an overwhelming emotion. Wesley's death brought forth an urge to kill. Kill those who are responsible for his death, and those related to them. My plan was to slay them all like how the man who cared for me in my darkest hours cared for me. Even if he was doing it out of the love that withered away, it proved his character.
As Angel and Spike charged forward, weapons in hand, and while Gunn hobbled forward, holding in pain, I hesitated. I looked down saw the weapon that was used to kill Wesley in my hand. I saw his eyes as he died! He looked at me and saw something other than the illusion I was creating for him! And now the man who deserves to be here is dead, and waste like this pollutes the universe.
A demon warrior raised his axe to me, but before he had to time to bare it down upon me, the knife in my hand had been in bedded in his skull. He fell to the ground lifeless, and so did his axe. The axe was held by me now, and blind with rage I began my slaughter. For every face I saw that night was Vail's. Every skull I beheaded that night had a crimson face starring lifelessly back at me.
There was so many of them, in one swipe 3 would die at once. No doubt these were just the pawns, sent into battle to die at the hands of us, so the stronger acolytes of the king and queen could tear us down one by one. I looked to my left and saw Spike and Gunn fighting them off to the best of there abilities. If Gunn died, he would have taken many with him, and no doubt Spike could finish them all off. Not even a now air born Angel noticed the behemoths walked steadily toward us. I clutched my axe and a near by metal bar. I would not let their plan come full circle.
Charging toward them, they reared up with horse like legs and tried to crush me with their mammoth like hooves. I darted out of the way and slid on the water soaked asphalt and used the momentum I was given by the slide to ricochet off of the near wall onto the back of one of the great beasts. The beast responded to my mounting of it with a mighty roar and 2 desperate swings at its back with its human like arms. I marveled at its tenacity and at the same time wished to butcher it. I screamed in rage and bludgeoned its muscular neck with the metal pole in my hand. Before it collapsed I leaped onto the back of another one of the centurion beasts and cut its head off swiftly. Two more of the monsters walked behind. I jumped off of the headless creature and quickly looked back to the scene I had left to kill the behemoths. I only saw Spike, fighting alone, the hooded pawns. A large metal waste receptacle was to the right of me, in line site of the approaching fiend. With a stout push the metal waste receptacle toppled the beasts gangly legs, breaking them. It fell to its broken knees inside the bin. I wished to stand there and watch it suffer, but I have more important endeavors to attend to. With axe in hand I slit its throat. One more remained, and behind that I could not see. The rain acted as a vale, covering what ever was behind it.
With the word Vale in mind I rose my axe to staffs length and began to plan how I was to kill the next monster. Suddenly an ear piercing screech was heard from above. The dragon that Angel had mounted crashed into mighty titan warrior, the dragons throat slit, and its jaws snapped around the chest of the beast I thought to slay. Angel leaped off of the back of the dragon and darted to an ally wall. I followed.
I saw Angel huddled over Gunn's fading body. As Gunn quivered in agony Angel supported his head and knelt down. Gunn's bloodshot eyes met mine as I came to the scene full circle.
"Lasted longer than 10 minutes," he said with a desperate laughter. He face was badly beaten, and his torso was covered on blood. A mix of carnage and sweat emanated from him. I remember him looking to Angel, and then I felt a change in him. As if a lie was to justified. "Angel..." He struggled to conjugate, for his lungs had undoubted been pierced. "I'm not Gunn"... Angel grasped his hand as he slowly slipped away.
"What?" Angel whispered softly. It was hard to tell if Angel cried that night, next to Gunn's delirious body, for rain streamed down his face.
Gunn's face moved around repeatedly, as if he was trying to shake the words from his head. "W..Wh..White room.. F..Find..em in..the..white room.." And with those eerily prophetic words he died. Angel's face became solid. His exterior seemed hurt and broken, but I felt on the inside much hope, almost joy. Spike came back to us. His face was bloody and bruised. He looked as I did when the hand of the Senior Partners struck me repeatedly and left me for dead.
After the final battle, the after events brought be here. The streets of this metropolis are covered with evil still. Even with the fall of the Wolf, Ram and Hart, the evil the forever impending darkness always lingers.
I an old one, should be one down there, with the rest, fighting to reclaim this world in the name of the demon. Though I dont, and will not. Winifred Burkle. Somehow the power of the human spirit can overcome anything. Even me. I wish to be a champion. Just like Winifred.