Ok folks, this is my first, so please be gentle! I ripped off the idea from 'Spirit Of Elfwing' - what can I say? I always prefered Faith to Buffy anyway. (Chibimagic if you're reading this - sorry I didn't email or anything - my computer's been playing up....grovel grovel)
I've no idea how its going to end so r&r please people.
And no I don't own anyone in this story (yet) but you already knew that didn'tcha?
Prologue
Galadriel was worried. See had looked into the mirror and had seen what had befallen the fellowship with the death of Boromir. She was afraid that middle earth would be destroyed by the might of Sauron. Now Gandalf was at Lothlorien and Galadriel put her worries to him.
Chapter 1
Faith lay on her bed thinking. In 10 minutes she would be dressed in her old clothes for 'Rehabilitation'. Something that she was not looking forward to. The concept behind it was that to make good citizens out of the prisoners held, they had to practice what it would be like for them when they left. The theory had been brought in by the new governor of the jail. In practice it was unpopular by almost all within the walls, more particularly the wardens who had pointed out that it would just make it easier to escape. Faith was still thinking. There wasn't much else to do in prison. She generally tried to keep her head down and keep out of the other inmates' ways. Not because she was afraid of them. She was more afraid of herself and what she was capable of. Being a slayer is great for killing all types of things, including humans. Faith's mind had been over her past again and again. Murder is not something easy to forget or atone for. She shut her eyes. After she'd done it she'd tried to forget, briefly. That hadn't worked out so well. What had worked out was turning on the people who she had once considered friends including the other slayer Buffy Summers. Buffy. A picture of her arose in Faith's mind. She'd died, Angel had told her on one of his infrequent visits to the jail, then a few months later she'd been brought back by Willow. Angel had told her that too. She was grateful for Angel's visits, they kept her from going totally insane. She rolled of the bed and started to dress, putting on her old leather jeans, boots, red tank top and denim jacket. "Here we go again." She muttered as she walked out of her cell.
'Rehabilitation' was going worse than usual. Faith had the intention of keeping as much to herself as possible. Not today however. Today, somebody new decided to start something. With Faith. Faith defended herself, blocking the girl's moves, determined not to let her anger take over and kill this girl. It would be so easy, said a voice inside Faith's head. "Not going there." She answered while clenching her teeth. A crowd gathered. The girl, Linda? Faith thought, as she blocked another move only to find herself on the floor, flat on her back. What the fuck? How the hell did that happen? Faith leapt off her back landing on her feet. Then she saw. Linda was not in this alone. Aww, Crap. Now I'll have to hurt her. Faith launched herself at Linda and her friends. I ain't gettin' beat by no little piece of shit as ugly as that. Within seconds Linda and her two helpers were battered, bruised and floored. Not getting up any time soon either. She thought grimly as she circled them, waiting for their next move. The warders came up behind her. "Time to teach you a little lesson." One of them said. Faith turned and waited for them.
"What the?" The warders looked stunned.
"Where the?"
"How the?"
They all glanced around them looking for her, but Faith was gone.
I've no idea how its going to end so r&r please people.
And no I don't own anyone in this story (yet) but you already knew that didn'tcha?
Prologue
Galadriel was worried. See had looked into the mirror and had seen what had befallen the fellowship with the death of Boromir. She was afraid that middle earth would be destroyed by the might of Sauron. Now Gandalf was at Lothlorien and Galadriel put her worries to him.
Chapter 1
Faith lay on her bed thinking. In 10 minutes she would be dressed in her old clothes for 'Rehabilitation'. Something that she was not looking forward to. The concept behind it was that to make good citizens out of the prisoners held, they had to practice what it would be like for them when they left. The theory had been brought in by the new governor of the jail. In practice it was unpopular by almost all within the walls, more particularly the wardens who had pointed out that it would just make it easier to escape. Faith was still thinking. There wasn't much else to do in prison. She generally tried to keep her head down and keep out of the other inmates' ways. Not because she was afraid of them. She was more afraid of herself and what she was capable of. Being a slayer is great for killing all types of things, including humans. Faith's mind had been over her past again and again. Murder is not something easy to forget or atone for. She shut her eyes. After she'd done it she'd tried to forget, briefly. That hadn't worked out so well. What had worked out was turning on the people who she had once considered friends including the other slayer Buffy Summers. Buffy. A picture of her arose in Faith's mind. She'd died, Angel had told her on one of his infrequent visits to the jail, then a few months later she'd been brought back by Willow. Angel had told her that too. She was grateful for Angel's visits, they kept her from going totally insane. She rolled of the bed and started to dress, putting on her old leather jeans, boots, red tank top and denim jacket. "Here we go again." She muttered as she walked out of her cell.
'Rehabilitation' was going worse than usual. Faith had the intention of keeping as much to herself as possible. Not today however. Today, somebody new decided to start something. With Faith. Faith defended herself, blocking the girl's moves, determined not to let her anger take over and kill this girl. It would be so easy, said a voice inside Faith's head. "Not going there." She answered while clenching her teeth. A crowd gathered. The girl, Linda? Faith thought, as she blocked another move only to find herself on the floor, flat on her back. What the fuck? How the hell did that happen? Faith leapt off her back landing on her feet. Then she saw. Linda was not in this alone. Aww, Crap. Now I'll have to hurt her. Faith launched herself at Linda and her friends. I ain't gettin' beat by no little piece of shit as ugly as that. Within seconds Linda and her two helpers were battered, bruised and floored. Not getting up any time soon either. She thought grimly as she circled them, waiting for their next move. The warders came up behind her. "Time to teach you a little lesson." One of them said. Faith turned and waited for them.
"What the?" The warders looked stunned.
"Where the?"
"How the?"
They all glanced around them looking for her, but Faith was gone.