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Faith was running. Her long white dress snagging on the braches as she went past. She looked behind her; he was still following, gaining on her, his eyes filled with hatred and the lust for the kill. Faith tripped and cursed herself for not watching where she was going, desperately trying to get back to her feet. But there he was, leaning over her with death in his whole body. Faith screamed.
"Nooooooo!" she was awake again. Writhing on the floor trying to escape from her tormentor.
"You done?" the woman resting on her elbow with a less than interested expression on her face asked from the top bunk. Faith looked around and calmed down.
"Yeah thanks Elissa"
"oh good, I thought I might have to care for a minute there" Elissa laid back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Faith sat on the floor for a moment thinking of her dream. It had seemed so real, she was terrified, she hadn't felt fear for so long, and maybe her life was worth living after all. For years Faith was able to deal with any problem that came her way by using violence, but in this dream she had felt so helpless, so afraid. It was disturbing her.
"Elissa?" she thought maybe talking to someone would take her mind off the worry, though Elissa was not exactly sociable.
"Did I mention that I don't care?"
"Oh not that often, just every morning since I've been here"
"Yes and I'm not just saying it for laughs and giggles you know, I really don't give a damn" faith sighed heavily. What was wrong with her? Usually she would have kicked the shit out of Elissa without a thought but now she wouldn't even talk back.
"Bitch" muttered Faith in a desperate attempt to return to her old persona.
"Oh, I'm hurt now. Do you realise what I'm in here for?" Faith was well aware it was mass murder, she was also aware that there was no way Elissa could beat her in a fight. "Oh yeah, I'm sorry, you're a slayer aren't you? Oh how silly of me to think I could beat the crap out of you" Faith couldn't be bothered arguing with her and decided it would be a lot easier if she just shut up. So that's what she did. Five minutes later, a guard walked in the room.
"You got a visitor for you sweetie" he said in the slimiest voice he could muster.
"Oh, these people who say the jail system is fucked up don't have a clue do they?" Elissa replied sarcastically.
"Shut your mouth bitch, I was talking to the hotty here" Elissa did as she was told and shut up, Faith walked out of the door followed by the guard, ignoring the hand he had now placed on her ass.
After a repeated number of frisking which was entirely unnecessary, Faith walked into a room with what looked like numerous phone booths all side by side. Faith sat at the first one and saw Mayor Richard Wilkins sitting opposite her through a pane of bullet proof glass, he was smiling. Faith wanted to smile back to show how happy she was to see him but was too shocked by his appearance to manage it.
"I thought you were dead."
"I could never leave you. My dear Faith. There's so much you need to know"
Faith was running. Her long white dress snagging on the braches as she went past. She looked behind her; he was still following, gaining on her, his eyes filled with hatred and the lust for the kill. Faith tripped and cursed herself for not watching where she was going, desperately trying to get back to her feet. But there he was, leaning over her with death in his whole body. Faith screamed.
"Nooooooo!" she was awake again. Writhing on the floor trying to escape from her tormentor.
"You done?" the woman resting on her elbow with a less than interested expression on her face asked from the top bunk. Faith looked around and calmed down.
"Yeah thanks Elissa"
"oh good, I thought I might have to care for a minute there" Elissa laid back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Faith sat on the floor for a moment thinking of her dream. It had seemed so real, she was terrified, she hadn't felt fear for so long, and maybe her life was worth living after all. For years Faith was able to deal with any problem that came her way by using violence, but in this dream she had felt so helpless, so afraid. It was disturbing her.
"Elissa?" she thought maybe talking to someone would take her mind off the worry, though Elissa was not exactly sociable.
"Did I mention that I don't care?"
"Oh not that often, just every morning since I've been here"
"Yes and I'm not just saying it for laughs and giggles you know, I really don't give a damn" faith sighed heavily. What was wrong with her? Usually she would have kicked the shit out of Elissa without a thought but now she wouldn't even talk back.
"Bitch" muttered Faith in a desperate attempt to return to her old persona.
"Oh, I'm hurt now. Do you realise what I'm in here for?" Faith was well aware it was mass murder, she was also aware that there was no way Elissa could beat her in a fight. "Oh yeah, I'm sorry, you're a slayer aren't you? Oh how silly of me to think I could beat the crap out of you" Faith couldn't be bothered arguing with her and decided it would be a lot easier if she just shut up. So that's what she did. Five minutes later, a guard walked in the room.
"You got a visitor for you sweetie" he said in the slimiest voice he could muster.
"Oh, these people who say the jail system is fucked up don't have a clue do they?" Elissa replied sarcastically.
"Shut your mouth bitch, I was talking to the hotty here" Elissa did as she was told and shut up, Faith walked out of the door followed by the guard, ignoring the hand he had now placed on her ass.
After a repeated number of frisking which was entirely unnecessary, Faith walked into a room with what looked like numerous phone booths all side by side. Faith sat at the first one and saw Mayor Richard Wilkins sitting opposite her through a pane of bullet proof glass, he was smiling. Faith wanted to smile back to show how happy she was to see him but was too shocked by his appearance to manage it.
"I thought you were dead."
"I could never leave you. My dear Faith. There's so much you need to know"