In the final episode "Chosen," there was a montage of other girls that were awakened by the Slayer's power. They showed a girl that blocked a man's hit. This is the story I envisioned for her.
Patty watched nervously as Madison ran down the path. Madison looked back nervously over her shoulder. She waved her hands to tell Madison to keep going. Patty's heartbeat raced as she imagined Travis' truck pulling up in the driveway. She looked at the driveway, then back at the path. Madison was nowhere in sight.
It was still morning, so Madison should be able to see places to run or hide. Patty was thankful that Madison fit through the dog door. She was glad that Travis had to go to the pet store for dog food. Everything seemed to fall into place. Patty just hoped that nothing would go wrong.
On other days, staring outside was the only thing Patty had for herself. It was the daily ritual that she used to steel herself for the beatings. And, of course, the unspeakable things that Travis made her do in his bedroom. Then, she would be locked up in the basement in her usual corner. Like all predators, he wanted her to believe that he was protecting her from the world:
You'd be stupid to go out there. Who wants to see a hippo like you walking the streets? You're better off here with me.
How ugly could the world be compared to the house that she was kept in? But in a twisted way, he was telling the truth. Patty always felt unwanted by the ones who were supposed to love her. Her parents were meth addicts that shuffled the kids in and out of homeless shelters and trailer parks. From a young age, Patty was an easy target for abuse. She was overweight even as a toddler, and the children were merciless—whether at school or at their hundredth residence in less than a year.
She remembers the day clearly. Patty fled to the park after being pelted by rocks and mud. She hid behind a tree, and cried from the pain of her cuts and bruises. As she wept, Patty felt a hand touch her shoulder. It was a touch that she never felt before—nurturing and comforting.
"Are you okay sweetness?" asked a man. Patty looked up into his face, and saw the kindest hazel eyes. "You look a little scratched up there. Was someone being mean to you?"
When Patty nodded instead of spoke, she must've seemed like the perfect victim. "Why don't I take you to my truck? I got some Mickey Mouse Band-Aids. Come on, we'll get you all fixed up."
He didn't have Band-Aids in the truck. He opened the passenger door to block any witnesses. Travis strangled Patty until she lost consciousness. He hid her gagged and bound underneath some blankets in the truck bed. When Patty regained her senses at his house, the nightmare truly began. She was only eight years old.
Patty has been kept prisoner by Travis for ten years. She knew only because of the years indicated on the catalog calendars Upon turning eighteen, she knew that the time would come. Patty figured that she was getting too old for Travis. He'd make comments that her body was getting too "woman-like," and that she didn't look chubby and cute anymore.
Whenever Patty hears him leave during the middle of the night, she cries softly in her corner. She was always afraid that he would find another girl and never return. He always bragged to her about how many houses he owned in the South. If she didn't obey his every word, he'd let her die chained to the wall.
Once, he left for days, and Patty was without food or water. She was delusional when the basement door shot open. Travis' first words to her were: "Why're you crying porker? It's not like you would've starved." He laughed as he put a bowl of oatmeal at her feet. "Hey, if I'd have come back on Saturday, you'd be one of them skinny girls."
It was looking like another typical morning. When Travis opened the basement door, the blinding light stirred Patty out of her stupor.
He began unchaining her. "Come on, get up. You're babysitting while I'm gone." Babysitting? Patty's heart sank as she turned the corner into the living room. There was a little girl. Her blonde hair was like a halo over her face. She had saucer-like blue eyes that were bloodshot from crying.
"Hey," Travis snapped his fingers in Patty's face. "Fix her something to eat."
Patty obeyed his words. She went into the kitchen, and prepared a bowl of cereal. Patty could see Travis in her peripheral vision.
"You be good sweetness while I'm gone," said Travis as he grabbed the girl by her chin. She flinched at his touch. "Uh, uh. You better stop being like that. This is your new home now."
He walked behind Patty, and grabbed her around the waist. "We can really play house now, sweetness. When I get back home, we'll have ourselves a nice get together. You'll see."
Travis twisted Patty around so fast she almost dropped the cereal bowl. "Feed her, but don't get too chatty. You hear?"
Patty nodded. She walked timidly with the bowl of cereal to the little girl.
"You girls be good," said Travis. "Come on, Ralphie." Travis' Doberman pincher followed him out to the truck. Patty's stomach sank when she heard the deadbolt. She stood still with the bowl as his truck started.
Patty put the bowl of cereal in front of the girl. The little girl pushed the bowl away. She ran to the couch, and buried her head in the cushions. Patty could hear her crying.
She stroked the little girl's hair. "Leave me alone! Are you going to hurt me like he did?"
Patty's hand burned from the little girl's slap. She felt ashamed at what the little girl said. She knew exactly what happened while she was chained up last night.
"No," said Patty. "I'm…Patty." She felt odd saying her own name. It had been a long time since she introduced herself—let alone talked to another person.
The little girl didn't know how to respond at first. "Madison…can you help me? Can you get me out of here?"
Patty turned to look at the deadbolt. "He'll be back…"
"Can you get me out of here…please?" pleaded Madison.
Patty sat on the floor, staring at the dog door. Even though it was just a half hour, it seemed like half the day had passed.
She didn't know what made her help Madison. Why put herself at risk for somebody that she hadn't even known for five minutes? It was the look in Madison's eyes that stirred Patty to action. She knew that look. It was probably the same look that she had when she was eight.
Travis' truck screeched to a halt. "Patty!"
Patty stood up from the ground. She hesitated to go to the kitchen window. Travis was dragging Madison by the elbow. She was screaming wildly, and trying to fight him with her palms. Travis slapped her hard across the face. Patty put her hand to her mouth in fear and sympathy for Madison.
Travis opened the door in a whisper, and threw Madison to the floor. Ralphie barked at Madison to keep her in check. She cried and sheltered herself from the dog with her arms.
He grabbed Patty by the forearm. "Look who I found along the road. You're going to pay for letting her go!" Travis threw Patty on the ground.
She quivered under his animalistic presence. Tears rolled down her face. She almost regretted letting her go, but she couldn't let him to the same thing to another girl.
"You messed up our family, Patty. I was going to have you teach my girls how to be good. But I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." Girls? That means that Madison wasn't going to be the only one. He was going to kidnap more, and have Patty be the keeper. Travis raised his fist to strike Patty.
Suddenly, a feeling like no other coursed through Patty. Her hand shot up to block Travis' punch. Do not be afraid. I have found you my child. The gravelly voice shook Patty to her core. Something in Patty's soul told her to embrace the voice.
As Patty stood up, she looked Travis directly in his eyes. He took advantage of Patty's dazedness, and punched her in the face like he had intended. Madison shrieked and cried in terror for Patty.
Patty still stared at him. He hit her again, and she still stared at him.
Travis didn't know that Patty's eyes were not fixed on him. It was Sineya's. In her choosing of Patty, the First Slayer peered into her mind. Sineya was angered to see Patty as a child, sitting alone and vulnerable under the weeping willow: Just as I was under the savannah tree. Patty didn't feel the hits that Travis was delivering. I will take the hits and free you. I can deliver the very thing that you cannot do: death.
Patty caught Travis' fist in mid-range, and began crushing it as though it were paper. Travis screamed from the pain. She flipped Travis over her head, and let him crash through the coffee table.
"Ralphie!" bellowed Travis cowardly. "Attack!"
Ralphie left Madison's side, and lunged at Patty. She made eye contact with the Doberman. He stopped in his tracks, and lowered his body in submission.
"Ralphie! Attack!"
The dog didn't move from its place.
Patty's hand reached for a table leg. Sineya urged her to make the killing strike. Yet, something stirred in Patty's mind. For a moment, there was pity. Call it Stockholm Syndrome, but Patty felt some hesitation to kill Travis—despite what he did to her. But then, Patty, had to think of what Travis' plans were. He was going to enslave other little girls, and make the house his own twisted harem.
I won't kill him thought Patty. It was her response to Sineya's directions. Patty lifted Travis over her head, and threw him down the basement stairs. He groaned as he hit each step during his trip down.
Upon shutting the door, she tore the refrigerator from the wall, and placed it in front of the entrance. Madison was staring in awe at Patty while she did everything. Patty caressed Madison on the shoulder.
Then, Patty kicked the front door open. Before, it was a big obstacle to her freedom. Now, it was like swatting a fly. There was hesitation on Patty's part. She hadn't been outside in so long. Was the world going to be cruel to her like before? Madison grabbed Patty's hand. Patty looked down at Madison. They met eyes, and knew what the other was thinking. Madison led Patty through the threshold into the world outside.
Ralphie waited for Patty to leave. Then, when he felt like the coast was clear, he ran whimpering in the opposite direction.
Travis' cry for help was muffled by the large refrigerator. With a broken leg and shoulder, he had a long way to go up the basement stairs. Well, the few stairs that remained from his tumble down. The very place that he kept Patty imprisoned was now Travis' prison. He panicked in the darkness.