Title: Fallen into despair (Prologue/?)
Summary: Xander falls into something that changes him. BX romance.
Disclaimer: Joss owns Buffy and so do mutant enemy, I only own the idea of the story.
Timeline: Post season 4. X/A split up earlier on in the year, Riley had left after the Adam fiasco leaving Buffy alone. B/X had gone out on a few dates. Angel will show up in this although it will be season 1 and when he gets first put in the pit.
Rating: R For Violence
Couple: B/X of course!!!!
Distribution: Ask and yee shall receive
Beta Read by: Moi
Dedicated to everyone I like, which is everyone:)
Feedback: If you like this please tell me as I thrive on feedback.
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"COME ON, IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE"
The sound of his voice echoes around the arena.. Is that the right name? No. more like a pit, that's the right word, a pit that no one or no thing escapes from, they are to fight and fight and fight till they die.
The audience are quiet for once, not shouting out, not screaming for more blood, just quiet as they throw pity down on the challenger with there looks, there eyes all staring at him as he screams bloody murder. His face a mask of pain and determination as he looks at the crowd above him, he holds his left arm into him with the other one as a bone sticks clearly through the skin. His face is covered in blood as it drips from his chin onto the dirt floor below. His hair matted to his forehead with sweat, blood and grime and many bits of other worldly creatures he had killed in the past. The trousers he wears are ripped and shredded and many cuts can be seen on the muscle bound legs beneath, his shirt as met the same fate as the trousers and a long gash runs across his chest.
He is beaten; he is battered, bruised, gashed, cut, hurt and tortured. Any words that can be referenced to a fight or to Japanese imprisonment in a POW camp during the Second World War can be used to describe what has happened to him. The damage that his body had undertaken over the year could not easily be counted.
The crowd, he knows they expected him to lose, after all he was supposed to be a filler for the audience, as they wanted to see a human die. Quickly he went from zero to hero in there eyes as he won match after match, now he is just an unbeatable character in a fucked up play run by a monster. The audience where once they worshipped him, they now are merely bored with him and pity him, the monster that runs this place tries and places him against harder demons but he prevails again and again. He gets knocked down but pulls himself up again, If his arms gets broken he uses the other one, he never loses and that is because he has faith.
If he lasts one more day, one more hour, then maybe she will come, the light in the pit of despair that is his life, she stands tall in his many memories, she is the thing that keeps him going, pulls him up and makes him win. The one bit of sanity in his insane world and he will not let that go. He has thought about it, maybe even dreamed about it, letting go, letting a demon rip his head from his body and putting him finally at peace but that would be giving in and that would mean losing all memories of her.
So he screams.
He shouts.
And he fights.
And one day she will come. She will set him free from this and take him back to his life where he can hug, touch and kiss her and for once, though he doesn't remember the feeling of it, once he can be happy.
A bright light penetrates the darkness and the usual voice of the commentator booms out of an invisible speaker that he can never see, and the cage door opens, he turns quieting down and walks back through the door. As he enters many of the demons that had been watching the fight run away from him to the other side of the room and a couple stick to been a few feet away pretending to be courageous, he ignores them and walks back to his bunk sitting down. Placing the arm hard against the metal frame of the bed he pushes and SNAP, with a whimper but not a single tear the bone snaps back into place, he rips a piece from his already tattered shirt and ties it around.
Lying slowly down on his bed he inspects the bunk above him, the previous owner Jack had been there but 5 days ago. He was a Chalter demon, not much of a fighter but they thought the upstairs guy's thought that if they put him against his bunkmate he might be a little lenient. All Xander did was say sorry as he snapped his neck. The one true friend he had met when he was in this place and he had killed him, he felt no guilt for it. He would do it again because he could not let them win. As he looks down upon his tattered shirt he can still see some of Jack's blood from the fight, green blood, very strange Xander thought after all he had blue skin. Xander silently closed his eyelids and brought up his favourite image.
It is of her, she is wearing a dress that reaches her thighs and smiles his way, her gentle giggle reaches his ear in his imaginary fantasy and it makes him smile. One thing he had not done for so long. A creak brings him out of his little world and he looks toward the door.
A few guards step through the doorway and walk in carrying someone's unconscious form, they throw him in with the usual bracelet around his wrist that prevents escape. Some of the demons surround his body, as they will try to kill the opponent before he actually becomes an opponent making it easier for them in the long run, they do that sometimes.
Pulling himself up by the bed frame he strolls over and the demons seem to part in fear, kneeling down on one knee he rolls the body over and scans the demons face. His face is slightly bruised from been hit by something that had obviously knocked him unconscious but there is no mistaking in who it is.
"Angel"
Summary: Xander falls into something that changes him. BX romance.
Disclaimer: Joss owns Buffy and so do mutant enemy, I only own the idea of the story.
Timeline: Post season 4. X/A split up earlier on in the year, Riley had left after the Adam fiasco leaving Buffy alone. B/X had gone out on a few dates. Angel will show up in this although it will be season 1 and when he gets first put in the pit.
Rating: R For Violence
Couple: B/X of course!!!!
Distribution: Ask and yee shall receive
Beta Read by: Moi
Dedicated to everyone I like, which is everyone:)
Feedback: If you like this please tell me as I thrive on feedback.
---------------------------------
"COME ON, IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE"
The sound of his voice echoes around the arena.. Is that the right name? No. more like a pit, that's the right word, a pit that no one or no thing escapes from, they are to fight and fight and fight till they die.
The audience are quiet for once, not shouting out, not screaming for more blood, just quiet as they throw pity down on the challenger with there looks, there eyes all staring at him as he screams bloody murder. His face a mask of pain and determination as he looks at the crowd above him, he holds his left arm into him with the other one as a bone sticks clearly through the skin. His face is covered in blood as it drips from his chin onto the dirt floor below. His hair matted to his forehead with sweat, blood and grime and many bits of other worldly creatures he had killed in the past. The trousers he wears are ripped and shredded and many cuts can be seen on the muscle bound legs beneath, his shirt as met the same fate as the trousers and a long gash runs across his chest.
He is beaten; he is battered, bruised, gashed, cut, hurt and tortured. Any words that can be referenced to a fight or to Japanese imprisonment in a POW camp during the Second World War can be used to describe what has happened to him. The damage that his body had undertaken over the year could not easily be counted.
The crowd, he knows they expected him to lose, after all he was supposed to be a filler for the audience, as they wanted to see a human die. Quickly he went from zero to hero in there eyes as he won match after match, now he is just an unbeatable character in a fucked up play run by a monster. The audience where once they worshipped him, they now are merely bored with him and pity him, the monster that runs this place tries and places him against harder demons but he prevails again and again. He gets knocked down but pulls himself up again, If his arms gets broken he uses the other one, he never loses and that is because he has faith.
If he lasts one more day, one more hour, then maybe she will come, the light in the pit of despair that is his life, she stands tall in his many memories, she is the thing that keeps him going, pulls him up and makes him win. The one bit of sanity in his insane world and he will not let that go. He has thought about it, maybe even dreamed about it, letting go, letting a demon rip his head from his body and putting him finally at peace but that would be giving in and that would mean losing all memories of her.
So he screams.
He shouts.
And he fights.
And one day she will come. She will set him free from this and take him back to his life where he can hug, touch and kiss her and for once, though he doesn't remember the feeling of it, once he can be happy.
A bright light penetrates the darkness and the usual voice of the commentator booms out of an invisible speaker that he can never see, and the cage door opens, he turns quieting down and walks back through the door. As he enters many of the demons that had been watching the fight run away from him to the other side of the room and a couple stick to been a few feet away pretending to be courageous, he ignores them and walks back to his bunk sitting down. Placing the arm hard against the metal frame of the bed he pushes and SNAP, with a whimper but not a single tear the bone snaps back into place, he rips a piece from his already tattered shirt and ties it around.
Lying slowly down on his bed he inspects the bunk above him, the previous owner Jack had been there but 5 days ago. He was a Chalter demon, not much of a fighter but they thought the upstairs guy's thought that if they put him against his bunkmate he might be a little lenient. All Xander did was say sorry as he snapped his neck. The one true friend he had met when he was in this place and he had killed him, he felt no guilt for it. He would do it again because he could not let them win. As he looks down upon his tattered shirt he can still see some of Jack's blood from the fight, green blood, very strange Xander thought after all he had blue skin. Xander silently closed his eyelids and brought up his favourite image.
It is of her, she is wearing a dress that reaches her thighs and smiles his way, her gentle giggle reaches his ear in his imaginary fantasy and it makes him smile. One thing he had not done for so long. A creak brings him out of his little world and he looks toward the door.
A few guards step through the doorway and walk in carrying someone's unconscious form, they throw him in with the usual bracelet around his wrist that prevents escape. Some of the demons surround his body, as they will try to kill the opponent before he actually becomes an opponent making it easier for them in the long run, they do that sometimes.
Pulling himself up by the bed frame he strolls over and the demons seem to part in fear, kneeling down on one knee he rolls the body over and scans the demons face. His face is slightly bruised from been hit by something that had obviously knocked him unconscious but there is no mistaking in who it is.
"Angel"