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"I'll tear thee open make you gone
No longer will you hurt anyone
And the hate still shapes me
So hold me until it sleeps" - Metallica, "Until It Sleeps"
I could still see him. Warren, that blight, that cancer. It was so disgusting how easily he could end a life. Like it meant nothing to him. No, it did mean something. Ultimate power, being able to play God and decides who lives and dies. How dare he? How dare he existed only to take away someone so beautiful, so precious? She was my angel, my goddess, so strong, and full of life, light, and love. She came back to me, because I had gotten better. I was going to treat her right this time, and simply worship her as she deserved to be.
Then, that bastard took everything away. Oh, sure he started crying like a little baby when I got him, but then, that look on his face when he said that his girlfriend had deserved her death. That was enough to seal his fate. I knew he had to burn, he had to burn and suffer for his crimes. Suffer...
I falter a little. No, must do this. I have to end it. The world's suffering has gone on long enough. I can fix it. I can fix anything, I can make it better, I always have. I will make it right.
I don't even have to speak anymore. The power flows through me like a river, like a storm. The temple rises before me, and I know it is time. Time to end this. Time to end everything. The words are simply there, I don't even have to think of them. Just appear in my head, isn't that nice? So simple.
I hear my name in someone's thoughts. Buffy. Of course, going on how she has to stop me, and save the day again. Uh-uh, sweetie, not this time. I could see her struggling to escape from the ground. Trying to claw out of the earth again, like she did when I brought her back from the dead. Hmmm... gives me an idea. After all, she's Miss Like-to-fight. Might as well give her final wish to go down fighting the good fight. Easy peasy.
There, that's taken care of. Now, only one more thing to do. Time to set the world on fire. I begin the ritual, and give myself over, letting the power go through me. It's getting harder to think, time to just let go...
Then... wait, what the fuck is Xander doing here? Brave little carpenter, and still a fool. He can't stop me, what an utter waste. Wants me to stop, to wait. Yeah, like I'm going to stop and end the world later. I'm too powerful for anybody to stop me.
So why am I afraid?
"Don't want your aid
But the fist I make
For you, can't hold off fear
No not on me
So please excuse me
While I tend to how I feel" - Metallica, "Hero of the Day"
"I'll tear thee open make you gone
No longer will you hurt anyone
And the hate still shapes me
So hold me until it sleeps" - Metallica, "Until It Sleeps"
I could still see him. Warren, that blight, that cancer. It was so disgusting how easily he could end a life. Like it meant nothing to him. No, it did mean something. Ultimate power, being able to play God and decides who lives and dies. How dare he? How dare he existed only to take away someone so beautiful, so precious? She was my angel, my goddess, so strong, and full of life, light, and love. She came back to me, because I had gotten better. I was going to treat her right this time, and simply worship her as she deserved to be.
Then, that bastard took everything away. Oh, sure he started crying like a little baby when I got him, but then, that look on his face when he said that his girlfriend had deserved her death. That was enough to seal his fate. I knew he had to burn, he had to burn and suffer for his crimes. Suffer...
I falter a little. No, must do this. I have to end it. The world's suffering has gone on long enough. I can fix it. I can fix anything, I can make it better, I always have. I will make it right.
I don't even have to speak anymore. The power flows through me like a river, like a storm. The temple rises before me, and I know it is time. Time to end this. Time to end everything. The words are simply there, I don't even have to think of them. Just appear in my head, isn't that nice? So simple.
I hear my name in someone's thoughts. Buffy. Of course, going on how she has to stop me, and save the day again. Uh-uh, sweetie, not this time. I could see her struggling to escape from the ground. Trying to claw out of the earth again, like she did when I brought her back from the dead. Hmmm... gives me an idea. After all, she's Miss Like-to-fight. Might as well give her final wish to go down fighting the good fight. Easy peasy.
There, that's taken care of. Now, only one more thing to do. Time to set the world on fire. I begin the ritual, and give myself over, letting the power go through me. It's getting harder to think, time to just let go...
Then... wait, what the fuck is Xander doing here? Brave little carpenter, and still a fool. He can't stop me, what an utter waste. Wants me to stop, to wait. Yeah, like I'm going to stop and end the world later. I'm too powerful for anybody to stop me.
So why am I afraid?
"Don't want your aid
But the fist I make
For you, can't hold off fear
No not on me
So please excuse me
While I tend to how I feel" - Metallica, "Hero of the Day"
