Riot
Claire froze against the back wall of her prison cell, as the alarms screamed in throughout the prison. She was scared as hell. Faith wasn't here to calm her down, or protect her for that matter. Faith had taken Claire underneath her wing when she first arrived her in prison. Someone had started to pick on Claire, saying what a big let down this "killer" was and started to beat the shit out of her. Faith came out of nowhere and silenced the huge bitch that used Claire as a punching bag.
But now, as Claire watched the prisoners grabbing hold of the guards, and doing whatever they wanted with them, she didn't have Faith. They were killing the guards. Killing them. And Claire couldn't do anything about it. Then again, Claire had really nothing to fear. The prisoners were against the guards, not her. Claire started to feel a little better, until a shadow covered her.
Claire lifted her small head up, and gasped, her eyes widening in horror at the person she saw in front of her. She let out a scream that echoed throughout the prison. It made its way over the guards' cries, the howling alarms, and the raging prisoners, just hoping that someone would help her.
Faith, followed by Xander and Jake, stepped out of the room they came from, as a guard was thrown up against the wall next to them. His body fell with a mighty thump to the ground, dead from impact. Faith looked down at the body, and then heard Claire's scream.
"Shit. Claire," Faith muttered under her breath as she took off, running towards her cell.
"Faith! Wait!" Xander shouted after her, watching Faith run off into the crowd of prisoners. Something wasn't right about this. Sure, prison riots had happened plenty of times. But the strength of these women was uncanny. Scary even. Xander saw it, as well as Jake.
"You seeing this, Jake?" Xander inquired.
Jake nodded his head, but watching in amazement as the prison guards went down one by one. They were clearly outnumbered, but that had nothing to do about it.
"Do you think they're gonna break out of here?" Xander asked again.
"Nah, man. The guards have guns and stuff like that. They'll use them if they have to," Jake responded, cool and calmly.
As soon as Jake replied, one of the larger women made her way up to the balcony where a guard had been firing a shotgun off, killing some of the prisoners. She landed with a great thump in front of the guard. The guard aimed his shotgun at her, but with a giant hand, the prisoner grabbed the gun. She used the handle of the gun, sending a blow to the guard's head, and sending him over the railing. He fell screaming, but it was short after he hit the ground below, landing on his head. The prisoner started shooting off shells at guards coming towards her, killing them, and then cocking the gun.
The one prisoner that had almost beaten Claire to a bloody pulp on her first day here wrapped both of her hands around the small neck of Claire. Her name was Jane. She was a tall, white woman, with some arms on her. Claire gasped for breath as it was slowly fading away. Jane wasn't cutting any slack on her. Claire's hands started scratching at her opponent's, trying to break the hold, but she was too strong for Claire. Jane started to squeeze harder, making Claire feel light headed. She was panicking; the only color she could imagine was red for some reason. Claire's hands fell to her sides, and her eyes slowly started to close. Claire made some distorted sounds, and before her eyes closed, the last thing she saw was the crazy look in the Jane's eyes. Her yellow teeth gritted. The beginning of her eyebrows down near her eyes as the ends flared up.
As Claire's eyes closed, she suddenly felt the hands release her neck. Claire fell onto her back, letting out a moan. She held her head, wondering what was going on. Did she think she was dead? No, or else she would have been killing her right now. Claire opened her eyes and saw her savior.
Faith slammed Jane up against the bars face first. Faith slammed her forearm into the back of the woman's head. Jane elbowed Faith, getting the forearm off of her head. With a back head butt, Jane sent Faith against the bunk beds. She let out a battle cry, turning around, and charging at Faith. Faith slid under Jane, stopping at the bars. Faith stood back up quickly and sent a boot into the back of Jane. Jane slammed into the bunk beds.
"Claire! Get out of here!" Faith ordered.
Claire slowly started to crawl away, but then a boot was sent into her ribcage, knocking the wind out of her from the impact. Claire fell onto her back, holding her ribs and gasping for breath. Jane started laughing as she sent Claire to her back. She looked up at Faith, who was steaming mad.
Faith jumped and spinned in the air, sending a hard kick to the Jane's jaw. The jaw instantly broke, and when Faith landed, she had heard it breaking. Jane let out a cry of pain and held her jaw with her hand, like she was trying to get it back into place. For the rest of the battle she kept her mouth shut. She charged at Faith again. When she grabbed Faith, Faith reversed the momentum against Jane. Faith rolled onto her back, with her feet sent into her stomach. Faith then sent her legs forward, kicking Jane off of her and out of the cell. Faith rolled to her feet, watching as the woman slammed into some bars. From the monkey roll, she was upside down when she hit the bars. She fell and landed on her head, and then eventually falling over onto her stomach.
Jane held her neck in pain as she slowly stood up, using the bars as a ladder almost. She turned around, nursing her sore neck, and then as she started towards Faith again, she was suddenly stopped. By what? By a shotgun shell. It ripped through her arm and out her side, blood flying out of each wound. Jane fell to her knees as another shell flew over head and got a guard in the chest. Faith moved her attention to the shooter on the balcony, the one from earlier. The shooter didn't mean to shoot Jane, but instead was aiming for the guard that was heading towards her. She aimed at him, but Jane got in the way and by then it was too late.
Faith turned back to Claire, still on the ground, holding her ribs. Faith ran over towards her and crouched down next to her. She helped Claire sit up, which was painful as Faith heard from the cries coming from Claire's mouth. Faith supported Claire's back, helping her stay up.
"Claire, you alright, kid?"
She was breathing heavily, and the worse part was, it hurt to breathe. Claire wasn't alright, but, she nodded that she was anyway.
Sternly, "Don't lie to me, Claire," Faith instructed.
Claire looked into Faith's eyes and saw that she wasn't joking. Faith was never joking.
"My ribs hurt….a lot. And it hurts to breathe," Claire said in between painful breaths.
Faith helped Claire to her feet.
"Can you run?" Faith asked.
Claire shook her head.
"I can barely stand, Faith…ouch! Damnit!" Claire cursed the bitch that kicked her so hard.
Faith nodded, and then, moved her hand down to the back of Claire's knees. She then picked Claire up, supporting her back and holding her legs. Faith adjusted her grip on Claire before she took off out of the cell, running the way she came, and away from the shooter. The prison was fairly empty by now. The prisoners had all gathered in one corner and started taking turns in beating on one of the guards.
Faith needed to find Xander and that cop he brought. Faith thought about his name, she had forgotten it. While she thought of names that started with 'J's', she continued running, jumping over dead bodies of prisoners and guards a like. Faith stopped once she reached the door which she had previously met Xander and that cop in. They weren't outside, or from which she could see. Faith moved her hand a bit under Claire's legs and opened the door with it, keeping Claire's legs up still.
Faith returned her hand to the normal position as she entered the room. Her brown locks flew as she looked all over the room for Xander and Jake. No sign of them in here. Faith felt her muscles aching. Even if she had Slayer Strength, she realized that Claire was slowing her down. She had to leave her here while she went to find Xander and Jake. She smiled on the inside as she had finally remembered his name. Faith carried Claire over to the table where she first met them, and placed Claire on her back on the table top.
"I'll be back, Claire. I've gotta go look for my….my..," she searched for a word. What where they to her?
"Your what?" Claire asked, confusion painted on her face.
Faith sighed.
"My friends."
Claire froze against the back wall of her prison cell, as the alarms screamed in throughout the prison. She was scared as hell. Faith wasn't here to calm her down, or protect her for that matter. Faith had taken Claire underneath her wing when she first arrived her in prison. Someone had started to pick on Claire, saying what a big let down this "killer" was and started to beat the shit out of her. Faith came out of nowhere and silenced the huge bitch that used Claire as a punching bag.
But now, as Claire watched the prisoners grabbing hold of the guards, and doing whatever they wanted with them, she didn't have Faith. They were killing the guards. Killing them. And Claire couldn't do anything about it. Then again, Claire had really nothing to fear. The prisoners were against the guards, not her. Claire started to feel a little better, until a shadow covered her.
Claire lifted her small head up, and gasped, her eyes widening in horror at the person she saw in front of her. She let out a scream that echoed throughout the prison. It made its way over the guards' cries, the howling alarms, and the raging prisoners, just hoping that someone would help her.
Faith, followed by Xander and Jake, stepped out of the room they came from, as a guard was thrown up against the wall next to them. His body fell with a mighty thump to the ground, dead from impact. Faith looked down at the body, and then heard Claire's scream.
"Shit. Claire," Faith muttered under her breath as she took off, running towards her cell.
"Faith! Wait!" Xander shouted after her, watching Faith run off into the crowd of prisoners. Something wasn't right about this. Sure, prison riots had happened plenty of times. But the strength of these women was uncanny. Scary even. Xander saw it, as well as Jake.
"You seeing this, Jake?" Xander inquired.
Jake nodded his head, but watching in amazement as the prison guards went down one by one. They were clearly outnumbered, but that had nothing to do about it.
"Do you think they're gonna break out of here?" Xander asked again.
"Nah, man. The guards have guns and stuff like that. They'll use them if they have to," Jake responded, cool and calmly.
As soon as Jake replied, one of the larger women made her way up to the balcony where a guard had been firing a shotgun off, killing some of the prisoners. She landed with a great thump in front of the guard. The guard aimed his shotgun at her, but with a giant hand, the prisoner grabbed the gun. She used the handle of the gun, sending a blow to the guard's head, and sending him over the railing. He fell screaming, but it was short after he hit the ground below, landing on his head. The prisoner started shooting off shells at guards coming towards her, killing them, and then cocking the gun.
The one prisoner that had almost beaten Claire to a bloody pulp on her first day here wrapped both of her hands around the small neck of Claire. Her name was Jane. She was a tall, white woman, with some arms on her. Claire gasped for breath as it was slowly fading away. Jane wasn't cutting any slack on her. Claire's hands started scratching at her opponent's, trying to break the hold, but she was too strong for Claire. Jane started to squeeze harder, making Claire feel light headed. She was panicking; the only color she could imagine was red for some reason. Claire's hands fell to her sides, and her eyes slowly started to close. Claire made some distorted sounds, and before her eyes closed, the last thing she saw was the crazy look in the Jane's eyes. Her yellow teeth gritted. The beginning of her eyebrows down near her eyes as the ends flared up.
As Claire's eyes closed, she suddenly felt the hands release her neck. Claire fell onto her back, letting out a moan. She held her head, wondering what was going on. Did she think she was dead? No, or else she would have been killing her right now. Claire opened her eyes and saw her savior.
Faith slammed Jane up against the bars face first. Faith slammed her forearm into the back of the woman's head. Jane elbowed Faith, getting the forearm off of her head. With a back head butt, Jane sent Faith against the bunk beds. She let out a battle cry, turning around, and charging at Faith. Faith slid under Jane, stopping at the bars. Faith stood back up quickly and sent a boot into the back of Jane. Jane slammed into the bunk beds.
"Claire! Get out of here!" Faith ordered.
Claire slowly started to crawl away, but then a boot was sent into her ribcage, knocking the wind out of her from the impact. Claire fell onto her back, holding her ribs and gasping for breath. Jane started laughing as she sent Claire to her back. She looked up at Faith, who was steaming mad.
Faith jumped and spinned in the air, sending a hard kick to the Jane's jaw. The jaw instantly broke, and when Faith landed, she had heard it breaking. Jane let out a cry of pain and held her jaw with her hand, like she was trying to get it back into place. For the rest of the battle she kept her mouth shut. She charged at Faith again. When she grabbed Faith, Faith reversed the momentum against Jane. Faith rolled onto her back, with her feet sent into her stomach. Faith then sent her legs forward, kicking Jane off of her and out of the cell. Faith rolled to her feet, watching as the woman slammed into some bars. From the monkey roll, she was upside down when she hit the bars. She fell and landed on her head, and then eventually falling over onto her stomach.
Jane held her neck in pain as she slowly stood up, using the bars as a ladder almost. She turned around, nursing her sore neck, and then as she started towards Faith again, she was suddenly stopped. By what? By a shotgun shell. It ripped through her arm and out her side, blood flying out of each wound. Jane fell to her knees as another shell flew over head and got a guard in the chest. Faith moved her attention to the shooter on the balcony, the one from earlier. The shooter didn't mean to shoot Jane, but instead was aiming for the guard that was heading towards her. She aimed at him, but Jane got in the way and by then it was too late.
Faith turned back to Claire, still on the ground, holding her ribs. Faith ran over towards her and crouched down next to her. She helped Claire sit up, which was painful as Faith heard from the cries coming from Claire's mouth. Faith supported Claire's back, helping her stay up.
"Claire, you alright, kid?"
She was breathing heavily, and the worse part was, it hurt to breathe. Claire wasn't alright, but, she nodded that she was anyway.
Sternly, "Don't lie to me, Claire," Faith instructed.
Claire looked into Faith's eyes and saw that she wasn't joking. Faith was never joking.
"My ribs hurt….a lot. And it hurts to breathe," Claire said in between painful breaths.
Faith helped Claire to her feet.
"Can you run?" Faith asked.
Claire shook her head.
"I can barely stand, Faith…ouch! Damnit!" Claire cursed the bitch that kicked her so hard.
Faith nodded, and then, moved her hand down to the back of Claire's knees. She then picked Claire up, supporting her back and holding her legs. Faith adjusted her grip on Claire before she took off out of the cell, running the way she came, and away from the shooter. The prison was fairly empty by now. The prisoners had all gathered in one corner and started taking turns in beating on one of the guards.
Faith needed to find Xander and that cop he brought. Faith thought about his name, she had forgotten it. While she thought of names that started with 'J's', she continued running, jumping over dead bodies of prisoners and guards a like. Faith stopped once she reached the door which she had previously met Xander and that cop in. They weren't outside, or from which she could see. Faith moved her hand a bit under Claire's legs and opened the door with it, keeping Claire's legs up still.
Faith returned her hand to the normal position as she entered the room. Her brown locks flew as she looked all over the room for Xander and Jake. No sign of them in here. Faith felt her muscles aching. Even if she had Slayer Strength, she realized that Claire was slowing her down. She had to leave her here while she went to find Xander and Jake. She smiled on the inside as she had finally remembered his name. Faith carried Claire over to the table where she first met them, and placed Claire on her back on the table top.
"I'll be back, Claire. I've gotta go look for my….my..," she searched for a word. What where they to her?
"Your what?" Claire asked, confusion painted on her face.
Faith sighed.
"My friends."