Faith stared at the same dingy block she'd been staring at for the past
hour. Unblinking, unknowing, and unaware. As she liked it. The past year or
so had turned itself over slower then anything she'd experienced before.
Faith wasn't aware anymore. In the beginning she'd counted the days and
months til she'd have freedom again. Freedom to return to Sunnydale. She
wasn't quite sure what day it was, or even what month. She knew the time
because she could hear the guards discussing how awful the cafeteria food
is. About 5 pm. Faiths roomate was in much the same dreamlike state as
Faith herself, staring up at the dirty ceiling above her with no awareness
of her exitence, let alone Faiths.
Faith was lost in her own world. The scenes playing again and again in her head. Her mother, dying of an overdose on heroin, screaming in agaony as the drug wreaked havoc on her system, holding the smashed remnants of the phone in her hand. Faith remembered staring at the cold body, lying in that unnatural pose for a day, until the stench became too much, and the rats and flies alighted upon the corpse. Her mother, years earlier, trying pathetically to stop a large man, Faiths father, from stabbing her. The sirens as the police came, the shots fired at her father, the blood, oh god the BLOOD, and the feeling of the phone in her small hand were as real to her in that dingy cell, as they were at age 7, living through that very same experience. Faith's face stayed expressionless, the only evidence of the inner workings of her mind carved a broken, watery path down her pale cheek.
Her mind continued it's relentless attack on her, playing the events of her past for her again and again. Her watcher, a small woman, finding her in the orphanage and adopting her. Taking her to train her. Faith was for once, a somewhat normal kid, or at the least, she felt like it. Til kakistos came. He turned Emily, her watcher, and made Faith watch as the screams wretched themselves from her protecters bleeding throat, high pitched and feral, the voice having lost all semblance of humanity, unlike it's owners body. That would maintain the mask of the kind, caring woman that Faith had grown to think of as her mother. Faith had to kill her. Again.
Emily's face flashed through Faiths dazed conciousness. The eyes, yellow and filled w/ hatred and hunger. The teeth drawn back to expose horrid fangs and equilly assualting breath. The worst however, was the voice. Emily's vocal cords must have been torn beyond recognition by her screaming and Kakistos own teeth. The formerly soft and lovely voice,once filled with love and encouragement, was now robotic and emotionless. The lilting tones were transformed into jagged screetches. That......THING....had screamed when Faith rammed the stake home, and the dust showered over Faith in some sort of sick and twisted sacriledge. A bath of hated...TAINTED...dust. Unclean.
The guards maintianed their meaningless talk, oblivious to Faith's pain. The time was 5:15 pm.
Faith was lost in her own world. The scenes playing again and again in her head. Her mother, dying of an overdose on heroin, screaming in agaony as the drug wreaked havoc on her system, holding the smashed remnants of the phone in her hand. Faith remembered staring at the cold body, lying in that unnatural pose for a day, until the stench became too much, and the rats and flies alighted upon the corpse. Her mother, years earlier, trying pathetically to stop a large man, Faiths father, from stabbing her. The sirens as the police came, the shots fired at her father, the blood, oh god the BLOOD, and the feeling of the phone in her small hand were as real to her in that dingy cell, as they were at age 7, living through that very same experience. Faith's face stayed expressionless, the only evidence of the inner workings of her mind carved a broken, watery path down her pale cheek.
Her mind continued it's relentless attack on her, playing the events of her past for her again and again. Her watcher, a small woman, finding her in the orphanage and adopting her. Taking her to train her. Faith was for once, a somewhat normal kid, or at the least, she felt like it. Til kakistos came. He turned Emily, her watcher, and made Faith watch as the screams wretched themselves from her protecters bleeding throat, high pitched and feral, the voice having lost all semblance of humanity, unlike it's owners body. That would maintain the mask of the kind, caring woman that Faith had grown to think of as her mother. Faith had to kill her. Again.
Emily's face flashed through Faiths dazed conciousness. The eyes, yellow and filled w/ hatred and hunger. The teeth drawn back to expose horrid fangs and equilly assualting breath. The worst however, was the voice. Emily's vocal cords must have been torn beyond recognition by her screaming and Kakistos own teeth. The formerly soft and lovely voice,once filled with love and encouragement, was now robotic and emotionless. The lilting tones were transformed into jagged screetches. That......THING....had screamed when Faith rammed the stake home, and the dust showered over Faith in some sort of sick and twisted sacriledge. A bath of hated...TAINTED...dust. Unclean.
The guards maintianed their meaningless talk, oblivious to Faith's pain. The time was 5:15 pm.