Title: Revelations: The Tortured Ones
By: HellAngel
Summary: (Prologue) Faith is taken out of prison again, by a man shrouded in mystery for an unknown reason. But they quickly get sidetracked…
Spoilers: Every season.
Rating: M
Category: Action/Adventure/Angst/Romance
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Feedback: Always! I don't care if you flame me or not. Just to hear from people who read this, I know I struck a nerve!
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns and created all of the Buffy characters. I own the rights the original character and this computer though.
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Women's Correctional Facility
San Diego, California
June 14, 2007 8:00am
"Inmate Number D-4374," a female guard yelled into the cell.
The woman inside promptly sits up and bangs her head against the bed above her with an audible thud.
"What!" she said with gritted teeth.
"You have a visitor." And with that, the guard walks away from the cell.
The woman is visually irritated and slowly gets herself out of the bunk. Doing so she bangs head against the bed once again.
"Muthafucka!"
And without thinking, she punches the bunk above her, slightly bending the frame. After she lets her emotion run through her, she realizes what she had done and becomes very anxious. She gently removes her fist from the bent frame and then turns around to see anyone saw her feat of strength. She looks around for a few moments, but after scanning the rest of the cells for life she let out a sigh of relief.
'Get a grip, Faith. You don't want to scare the warden now would we?'
Faith gets out of the bed and walks over to a chair that has a pair of orange cover-alls.
'This better not be a social call. This either has to be real important or whoever is better be male and fine as hell, because Big Bertha is looking pretty tasty.'
She walks over to the sink to splash so water in her face and try to look presentable. A few more splashes of water in her face and she looks in the mirror.
"You can do this… You can do this…sigh," she whispered
She turns and walks up to the cell door and puts her hands through a hole.
"Guard!"
Faith waits a few moments, and then she feels cold steel on her wrists. Like all prisoners, Faith gets shackled when she is transported from the cellblock to the visitor's area. With her slayer-strength, she could easily break through cuffs and leg bindings. But she made a promise to Angel not to try and escape again.
That was then and this is now. She hated walking down the cellblock. With the taunting and banter from other cellmates and constant Billy club being pressed to her back, she never got used to it. But thing that she hated the most about being walked out of cellblock to the visitor's area was the strip and cavity search.
She never did get used to that.
It has been four years since she was picked up again and thrown in jail. When she first got there, the female guards raped her and did severe damage to her body to "welcome" her to the prison. And every time she had a visitor, she would have to go through cavity search and be reminded of her first day.
'Faith, you can get through this… please get through this,' she asked herself as a lone tear rolls off her cheek.
As they reach the visitor's area, a lanky man was standing outside of the search room holding a piece of paper. The man's appearance confused not only Faith, but the guard as well.
"Sir?" The guard acknowledges
The man seemed nervous, like he had seen a ghost. The guard lets go of Faith to shake her superior out of whatever daze he was in.
"Sir, snap out of it." The guard said as she slapped him lightly on the cheek
And with a jolt, he snaps in attention.
"Wha… Oh, it's you Simmons. I'll take the prisoner through." The warden said as he pulls Faith away from Simmons.
'He's usually cocky and arrogant. He seems like he's seen a ghost.'
The warden quickly walks Faith through the search area, as the guards are showing signs of anger and confusion.
"Sir, the inmate must be searched."
Faith holds back a feeling of nausea as the warden stops in his tracks.
"Her lawyer has made it clear that if we search her again, he will make sure that we get the same treatment as our prisoners. So shut the fuck up and do as your told."
That brought a smile to Faith's lips, 'I never told Angel about what was going on here. And he never threatened officials with lawsuits or threats period. He must of grown some balls.'
The warden continues show Faith the way to the visitors room. With every inch closer to the door, Faith becomes very nervous.
'Wait, it's 8:30 in the morning, what the fuck is Angel doing here this early in the morning. He normally doesn't show up before 8 o'clock at night to survive the trip. What if it's Watcher's Council? What if they're here to terminate me? What if…'
Before she could finish her thought, they were at the secured door. A guard to the right of the door had a bag with the last name Lehane on it. The warden grabs the bag from the guard quickly and hands it carefully to the confused slayer.
"Faith, before you go, I would like to apologize for the treatment that you received here at this facility. For our action and the possibility of a lawsuit, the state of California is releasing you. Your lawyer is inside with the required paperwork you must fill out to be released. "
And with that said, the warden turns on his heels and quickly walks away. Leaving a very disoriented Faith in his wake to think of one person…
'Angel.'
With confidence, Faith opens the door to see her knight in shining armor.
"You know, Angel, you didn't have to scare… him…"
In mid-sentence, Faith realizes that the man that released her was not Angel. With the man's back to her, Faith calculated that the man was about 6'5", between 230 and 240 lbs, and at least 75 of the weight was muscle. He was wearing a black Armani three-piece suit with customized Oakley sunglasses. His hair, which was in a ponytail, was being reflected in the window light giving it a raven brown color. She looked down slightly to see his feet and smirked.
'He's wearing a $6,000 suit and the shoe he picks are Lugz, very classy'
The man turns around and looks at the prone slayer. She gasps with amazement. The man face was that of Egyptian and Greek decent.
'I would like to thank God for this gift. Sending this delicious angel to my rescue'
The man started to laugh, which confused the slayer.
"Thank you for your compliment and by the way, Lugz are comfortable."
Faith quickly goes on the defensive and gets into a fighting stance.
"What are you? Some kind of mind reader or somethin'?" Faith questioned
The man puts his hands in his pockets and starts walking towards the battle ready Faith. He gets three-feet in front of her and stops.
"I really don't have to if you say what you're thinking out loud." The man said with a smirk.
Faith realizes what's going on and begins to blush. The man cocks his head to side slightly.
"I never expected the rouge slayer to blush. You must be losing your edge, Faith."
She immediately goes back on the defensive, "How do you know who and what I am?"
"It's my job, Miss Lehane."
The man takes a seat and reaches for his inner pocket. With a doubtful look on her face, Faith takes a seat across from her savior. The man finally pulls a box of cigarettes out of his inner pocket and pulls one out for him. He looks at Faith then his box and with a smile he passes his cigs to the prone slayer.
"Your file said you were a smoker… and I think that's your brand." The man said in a "matter of fact" tone.
He reaches in his pant's pocket and pulls out a Zippo lighter. He hands her the lighter and Faith inspects it.
"I like the design. A little too religious for my tastes." Faith acknowledges as she strokes the cross design on the lighter.
"A friend of mine is a man of the cloth. He gave that to me as a gift for saving him from a 'incident.'" The statement peaked Faith's interest.
"So, you've seen some action?"
"I've seen my far share, Faith. But I'm not here to talk about me." The man stands up and walks over to Faith. "I bet your wondering who I am?"
"The thought had crossed my mind, handsome."
The man smirks and bends down to get her eye level.
"Are you always this shy?"
"Only to people I just meet." She leans closer to put an exclamation on her statement.
"Cute."
The slayer is taken aback for the man confidence, 'Who is this guy?'
"Your detainment was lifted by the lawyers at Wolframan & Hart for the use of your services."
'Those are the guys Angel is fighting against," Faith thought, "I'm not working for those creeps. Find yourself another slayer, buddy."
Faith stands up and walks over to the sealed door. The man starts to giggle at the situation.
"Faith, your free to leave at your on leisure. You have been released from prison." The man explains.
"Oh." Faith says dumbfounded. She motions for the door, but not before the man let's her know one small thing.
"By the way, the executive that placed the order is none other than your friend, Angel under the pleading of a certain ex-Watcher by the name…" The man looks opens a briefcase at his feet and pulls out a piece of paper, "…Rupert Giles"
Faith stops in her tracks and turns to the unknown stranger, "When… Where… How…"
"You're forgetting 'what and why." The man stated with a smile.
Faith slowly walks back to the table, very wary of the man sitting across from her, "Who are you and what do you have to do with Giles?"
"For starters, my name is Demitri Drake and…" Demitri looks at the exit door then back at Faith, "…Wouldn't you like to continue this conversation outside?"
Faith looks back at the sealed door, and then back at Demitri, "What about the paper work I have to do."
Demitri smiles and reopens his briefcase, pulling out the paperwork, "All you have to do is sign this page and you can walk out the door."
Demitri places the paperwork on the table, were Faith quickly picks up the pen and starts signing her name. But then she stops in the middle of signing and looks up at the well dressed man, "Are you sure there are no strings attached to this?"
Demitri shook his head and Faith looks back at the piece of paper with half of her signature on it, 'What's the worst that can happen?'
She finishes signing her name and walks towards the exit. Demitri closes his briefcase and walks over to the door.
"Open the door!" Demitri yells to the outside.
As the door opens, Faith squints her eyes to adjust to light outside, when Demitri hands her a pair of glasses. She smiles slightly then quickly puts the glasses on.
When she finally was able to see, she noticed that the correction facility was in the middle of nowhere. Ahead of her she could see a masterpiece of a car.
She turns and looks at Demitri with a smirk, "What type of lawyer are you, D?"
Demitri doesn't answer her as quickly as she wanted and turned back around towards the car. When she reached the car, she began to carefully moving her hand across the recently polished classic.
"So do you like it, Faith?" Demitri said walking up behind her.
"Who can not like a 1958 Jaguar XK150 Roadster? You must pull in all types of pussy in this car?"
Demitri just smiles and moves over to the passenger's door and opens it for Faith.
"Thank you, kind sir." Faith says sarcastically.
Demitri closes the door and shakes his head; 'You said nothing about how annoying this slayer was going to be.'
He walks over to his door and gets in the car. What Demitri doesn't notice is that Faith has not taken her eyes off her rescuer.
"So, are you going to answer my question? What type of lawyer are you?"
Demitri starts the car then looks at the prone slayer. He tips his glasses ever so slightly, to make eye contact. Faith finally looks into the eyes of this mystery man and being to get hot under the collar. His eyes were an enchanting hazel with a tint of blue on the edge of the iris.
He leans in closer to her and she also leans expecting something that will let her release some tension.
"Who said I was a lawyer?"
Faith backs away from Demitri and let's out a sigh that she didn't know she was holding in.
"I need to get laid," Faith looks at Demitri with lust, "Any taker's?"
Demitri pushes his glasses back on top of the bridge of his nose and puts the car in gear, "You haven't been out of jail for more than ten minutes and already you're ready to find a leg to hump on."
"That depends on if that leg knows how to work the kinks out of a girl."
Demitri is starting to make the shaking of his head a trademark because with a shake of his head and a small smile, Demitri floors the pedal.
