"Rogue Slayer"
All characters © Joss, I'm just borrowing.
I figured a spin-off show about Faith would be way cool….but I knew it was impossible, so I made one of my own. Enjoy!
Please review! I appreciate any ideas and suggestions you may have!
Porch, outside The Summers house. Just before everyone had gone into bed a noise came from outside…
"Knock, Knock, Knock."
Buffy in her pajamas went to the door and opened it with out looking. The door opened and there she was, Faith. Dressed in black with a look of pity on her face.
"Faith, what a surprise. You don't call or write…"
"Listen B, can we please talk?"
"Talk, you talk? Last time I checked fighting was your expertise."
"Buffy, you got me wrong, I've changed my ways. I know I have done some horrible things in my past, and I have to live with that, but I cannot deal with this pain from you anymore. I need some closure."
"You want closure, then here…" Buffy motioning to slam the door shut.
"BUZZ…CLICK…BANG"
"Cell block 4395, 4396, 4398, 4399, 43100, 43101, 43102 open, breakfast time."
Faith opened her eyes, she was in her cell. Wall to wall of bars and metal. Year 2, day 216. Faith scratched a slash on to her check sheet on her wall. She put on her day suit, brushed her teeth, and waited for the guard.
Charles was a kind man, the guard at LA Penitentiary. He was under control of section 4300, specifically Faiths cell, though she was unaware of that. Charles was secretly working at the prison as orders of the Watchers Council. He was to make sure faith was unharmed and not questioned for her strength. Faith wondered about him often, especially since he was so fond of her.
"Good Morning Faith." Charles greeted.
"Yeah, likewise." Faith remarked.
"How are you this morning?" Asked Charles.
"Five by five, and you Chuck?" Faith slyly replied.
"Hmmm I suppose the same." Charles asked puzzled with Faith's lingo.
"So what's the deal with today, how things looking." Said Faith.
"Martha and Jen are restricted to the rooms today. They were caught beating a new girl."
"Really, to bad. How long would you guess that added on to their sentence, 1, 2 years?" stated Faith.
"Nah, they're getting off easy with a warning."
"Those girls slay me, ha ha ha!" said Faith.
Later on that day Faith is in the gym working on beating the punching bag into a pulp again when someone jumps her from behind.
"You think your tough girl?" Lisa asked. "Why don't you try some of your moves out on me."
"She's not worth it." Faith thought to herself as she continued to mind her own business.
"You see this girls' Lisa said to her buddies to egg on Faith. 'She thinks she can take me."
"Trust me Lisa, you don't wanna mess with me." Faith replied.
And with that Lisa swung a punch at Faith, hitting her in the side of her face.
"Damn it!" Faith Screamed, as she swung her arm to hit Lisa, someone grabbed her fist, it was Charles.
"You don't want to do that." Charles whispered.
"Yeah, why's that. Who's to say I shouldn't knock her on her face?" Faith declared.
"The Watchers Council." Charles let out.
Charles grabbed Faith by the arm and took her to the corner.
"Faith, I haven't told you this but I work for the Watchers Council. I have been here for 2 years working on a special project, you. They want to rehabilitate you, make you a member of society again. If you stay here you're here for life. The council wants to put you in your own house with a picket fence in a year."
"How, I mean, I'm not going to believe that crap again. I listened to the council, they tried to kill me." Faith explained.
"Things our different now, the council is run by new people. Giles, he's returned to England and is working for us again. He can help."
"And if I go, I wont be persecuted?" Faith asked.
"No I promise, you'll be better for it."
"Fine, then what am I waiting for, lets go."
"Great, I've already gotten your pardon papers drawn up. We leave tonight."
"That soon huh" said Faith.
"The choppers already on its way." Exclaimed Charles.
And with that Faith and Charles went back to the office and drew up Faiths release papers. The helicopter landed and Faith and Charles boarded for England. Faith was happy that she was being released, but still felt an eerie feeling in her gut about all of this, was it fright or redemption. She will soon learn.
To Be Continued.
Please Read and Review
All characters © Joss, I'm just borrowing.
I figured a spin-off show about Faith would be way cool….but I knew it was impossible, so I made one of my own. Enjoy!
Please review! I appreciate any ideas and suggestions you may have!
Porch, outside The Summers house. Just before everyone had gone into bed a noise came from outside…
"Knock, Knock, Knock."
Buffy in her pajamas went to the door and opened it with out looking. The door opened and there she was, Faith. Dressed in black with a look of pity on her face.
"Faith, what a surprise. You don't call or write…"
"Listen B, can we please talk?"
"Talk, you talk? Last time I checked fighting was your expertise."
"Buffy, you got me wrong, I've changed my ways. I know I have done some horrible things in my past, and I have to live with that, but I cannot deal with this pain from you anymore. I need some closure."
"You want closure, then here…" Buffy motioning to slam the door shut.
"BUZZ…CLICK…BANG"
"Cell block 4395, 4396, 4398, 4399, 43100, 43101, 43102 open, breakfast time."
Faith opened her eyes, she was in her cell. Wall to wall of bars and metal. Year 2, day 216. Faith scratched a slash on to her check sheet on her wall. She put on her day suit, brushed her teeth, and waited for the guard.
Charles was a kind man, the guard at LA Penitentiary. He was under control of section 4300, specifically Faiths cell, though she was unaware of that. Charles was secretly working at the prison as orders of the Watchers Council. He was to make sure faith was unharmed and not questioned for her strength. Faith wondered about him often, especially since he was so fond of her.
"Good Morning Faith." Charles greeted.
"Yeah, likewise." Faith remarked.
"How are you this morning?" Asked Charles.
"Five by five, and you Chuck?" Faith slyly replied.
"Hmmm I suppose the same." Charles asked puzzled with Faith's lingo.
"So what's the deal with today, how things looking." Said Faith.
"Martha and Jen are restricted to the rooms today. They were caught beating a new girl."
"Really, to bad. How long would you guess that added on to their sentence, 1, 2 years?" stated Faith.
"Nah, they're getting off easy with a warning."
"Those girls slay me, ha ha ha!" said Faith.
Later on that day Faith is in the gym working on beating the punching bag into a pulp again when someone jumps her from behind.
"You think your tough girl?" Lisa asked. "Why don't you try some of your moves out on me."
"She's not worth it." Faith thought to herself as she continued to mind her own business.
"You see this girls' Lisa said to her buddies to egg on Faith. 'She thinks she can take me."
"Trust me Lisa, you don't wanna mess with me." Faith replied.
And with that Lisa swung a punch at Faith, hitting her in the side of her face.
"Damn it!" Faith Screamed, as she swung her arm to hit Lisa, someone grabbed her fist, it was Charles.
"You don't want to do that." Charles whispered.
"Yeah, why's that. Who's to say I shouldn't knock her on her face?" Faith declared.
"The Watchers Council." Charles let out.
Charles grabbed Faith by the arm and took her to the corner.
"Faith, I haven't told you this but I work for the Watchers Council. I have been here for 2 years working on a special project, you. They want to rehabilitate you, make you a member of society again. If you stay here you're here for life. The council wants to put you in your own house with a picket fence in a year."
"How, I mean, I'm not going to believe that crap again. I listened to the council, they tried to kill me." Faith explained.
"Things our different now, the council is run by new people. Giles, he's returned to England and is working for us again. He can help."
"And if I go, I wont be persecuted?" Faith asked.
"No I promise, you'll be better for it."
"Fine, then what am I waiting for, lets go."
"Great, I've already gotten your pardon papers drawn up. We leave tonight."
"That soon huh" said Faith.
"The choppers already on its way." Exclaimed Charles.
And with that Faith and Charles went back to the office and drew up Faiths release papers. The helicopter landed and Faith and Charles boarded for England. Faith was happy that she was being released, but still felt an eerie feeling in her gut about all of this, was it fright or redemption. She will soon learn.
To Be Continued.
Please Read and Review