This is rated PG-13 for language and very slight violence. Plus one crazy
chick.
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, sadly. They belong to Joss.
Note: I'm very new to this. . . let me know of anything I'm doing wrong, ok?
For the fourth night in a row, the girl was talking in her sleep. Michael, the guard situated outside her door, shifted from one foot to the other. Just another crackpot, he thought to himself. He knew her type: tormented with thoughts of their victims, or thoughts of their capture, reliving it in their sleep. He didn't care.
"Five. Sunnydale. Two . . . two . . . next in . . . witch!" As usual, her sentences were broken up, fragmented memories that only she knew of. Michael rolled his eyes and pulled a pack of Sweet Tarts out of his pocket. He only liked the yellows. Sometimes the greens, but today, he only wanted the yellows.
He turned his head to check on the girl, inmate number 128025353. Idly, he wondered who was inmate number 1, but he didn't wonder for long. The pipe crashing on his skull halted all thoughts, and he crumpled to the floor in an unconscious heap, revealing the girl behind him. The fiery brunette girl; the girl they called Faith.
~~~
After she took out the guard and stole his keys and clothing, escape was easy. Too easy, Faith thought. There was no challenge. All she had to do was stroll down the darkly lit hallway with her head high. The other guards took no notice of her. If they did, they would realize that the prominently displayed nametag carried a picture of a large black man. However, the body inside the uniform was a brunette girl. But no one realized anything.
"I can't believe I just strolled out of there," Faith said to herself as she walked the back roads of L.A. Her slayer sense kicked in, and suddenly a vamp jumped her from behind. She wrenched herself forward and then backwards, throwing off the vampire so he was flat on his back on the ground. "Haven't you vamps learned ANYTHING?" she said as she plunged a stake deep into his . . . stomach. The vampire writhed in pain and Faith grinned. "Don't fuck with me, honey," she said. The vampire, unable to speak, lay there. She just laughed and strolled away. He'd be dead by morning, when the sun arose and left nothing but a gossamer pile of dust.
Unseen, another vampire vampire hiding ten feet away slipped backwards into the darkness.
~~~
Faith was awakened by a shot of sunlight directly on her eyes. "Shit ..." she mumbled under her breath. Three hours of sleep was way too minimalistic for anyone to be running on. She glanced at her watch. Make that two and a half hours. At least they were in Sunnydale. She gathered up her backpack, which contained nothing but a bottle of water and an L.A sweatshirt, both of which she had pilfered at the bus station. Some old person has decided to sit next to her during the night, and she shoved past them. Screw the world, she thought. Enough with that weepy, sorrowful, repentant bullshit. I'm back.
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, sadly. They belong to Joss.
Note: I'm very new to this. . . let me know of anything I'm doing wrong, ok?
For the fourth night in a row, the girl was talking in her sleep. Michael, the guard situated outside her door, shifted from one foot to the other. Just another crackpot, he thought to himself. He knew her type: tormented with thoughts of their victims, or thoughts of their capture, reliving it in their sleep. He didn't care.
"Five. Sunnydale. Two . . . two . . . next in . . . witch!" As usual, her sentences were broken up, fragmented memories that only she knew of. Michael rolled his eyes and pulled a pack of Sweet Tarts out of his pocket. He only liked the yellows. Sometimes the greens, but today, he only wanted the yellows.
He turned his head to check on the girl, inmate number 128025353. Idly, he wondered who was inmate number 1, but he didn't wonder for long. The pipe crashing on his skull halted all thoughts, and he crumpled to the floor in an unconscious heap, revealing the girl behind him. The fiery brunette girl; the girl they called Faith.
~~~
After she took out the guard and stole his keys and clothing, escape was easy. Too easy, Faith thought. There was no challenge. All she had to do was stroll down the darkly lit hallway with her head high. The other guards took no notice of her. If they did, they would realize that the prominently displayed nametag carried a picture of a large black man. However, the body inside the uniform was a brunette girl. But no one realized anything.
"I can't believe I just strolled out of there," Faith said to herself as she walked the back roads of L.A. Her slayer sense kicked in, and suddenly a vamp jumped her from behind. She wrenched herself forward and then backwards, throwing off the vampire so he was flat on his back on the ground. "Haven't you vamps learned ANYTHING?" she said as she plunged a stake deep into his . . . stomach. The vampire writhed in pain and Faith grinned. "Don't fuck with me, honey," she said. The vampire, unable to speak, lay there. She just laughed and strolled away. He'd be dead by morning, when the sun arose and left nothing but a gossamer pile of dust.
Unseen, another vampire vampire hiding ten feet away slipped backwards into the darkness.
~~~
Faith was awakened by a shot of sunlight directly on her eyes. "Shit ..." she mumbled under her breath. Three hours of sleep was way too minimalistic for anyone to be running on. She glanced at her watch. Make that two and a half hours. At least they were in Sunnydale. She gathered up her backpack, which contained nothing but a bottle of water and an L.A sweatshirt, both of which she had pilfered at the bus station. Some old person has decided to sit next to her during the night, and she shoved past them. Screw the world, she thought. Enough with that weepy, sorrowful, repentant bullshit. I'm back.