Xander watched with satisfaction when the headless body of one of the
zombies fell to the ground. But this feeling quickly vanished when the
three remaining zombies began running away from his position.
He shifted his aim at the next one, who was still wearing the suit he was buried in. He switched the Mp5 on semi automatic mode and fired a single round in the back of the retreating undead, who immediately collapsed on the street.
Jack and the last one of his friends were able to get out of his sight by turning around the corner.
Xander cursed under his breath, but remembered the zombie he shot, who was desperately trying to crawl away from his predator.
Xander approached him, the submachine gun still aimed at his enemy. He turned the zombie around, who immediately raised his hands in surrender.
"Please don't shoot me !!!" he pleaded.
"I won't shoot you if you answer me some questions." Xander told the undead. "Where is the bomb?"
"It's in the high school" the zombie answered.
Xander rolled his eyes "I already know that. Where in the high school?"
"It's in the boiler room."
"How long till it explodes," Xander asked.
"About half an hour" the zombie answered.
"Thanks," Xander said and turned around, walking in the direction of his SUV. He stepped in and continued driving down the road. Unfortunately Dickie was still lying in the middle of the street, unable to move. Xander showed no intentions of slowing down or even tried avoiding the zombie.
"Stop, you promised me you won't kill me" Dickie shouted at the advancing vehicle. But one moment before the wheels of the big car were going to crush his skull he remembered what Xander told him exactly. 'I won't shoot you if you answer me some questions.'
"Fuck," the zombie cursed before his world went black.
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Jack and Bob came crashing through the main doors of Sunnydale High. They would have been out of breath, if they were still alive. Being undead had it's advantages.
"Jack, who is this guy? Who did you make that angry while we were away?" he asked his friend.
"I don't know who he is, but I'm sure he wants to avoid that we blow up the school," Jack answered.
"And what are we doing now?" Bob asked questioningly.
" I'm going to set the timer on five minutes. That should be enough time for us to leave the building" Jack explained.
"Forget about the bomb Jack. This motherfucker is hunting us. Have you seen what he has done to Parker. And Dickie? I don't want to think what he did to him. We should leave. Fuck this bomb. It isn't worth our lives," Bob told him and walked in the direction of the exit.
But before he could leave Jack grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and forced him to look into his face.
"I will tell you only one time," Jack told him with angrily. "We are not leaving. This Fucker is going to pay for Parker and Dickie. We blow the school up while he is still in here. So, you gonna help me? "
"Okay, I will help you," the former football player answered.
Jack turned around and walked in the direction of the boiler room. "Guard the entrance till I'm back. Then we're gonna leave and enjoy the fireworks."
Bob in the meantime noticed something. "Hey, that guy has a gun. What do you think I should defend myself with, huh," he asked.
Jack quickly looked around and noticed the fire axe on the wall. He smashed the glass and threw it to his friend.
"With this," he told him.
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Xander parked his car in one of the many parking lots of Sunnydale High. He quickly stormed out of the SUV and ran up to the doors. Quickly scanning the halls but seeing neither Jack nor his remaining friend Xander continued his way to the direction of the boiler room.
When he turned he next corner he was shocked seeing Bob standing there. The Zombie slashed with the big ax at him, but luckily he wasn't able to hit Xander with it. His Mp5 was not that lucky. The Ax cut through the barrel of the deadly weapon, leaving it useless,
Xander took a few steps back, letting the remains of his submachine gun fall to the floor.
"Do you know how much one of these costs on the black market," Xander said and pointed at the now useless gun.
When Bob followed his gaze, Xander took his chance and drew the SOCOM. He learned his lessons during his patrol and aimed at the kneecaps of the bulky zombie, shattering them both with two well placed shots.
Bob's legs were now unable to support his weight. His body crashed to the floor, losing the ax in the process.
Xander grabbed the big weapon and lifted it over his head.
"And you gonna pay for it," he continued his last sentence and swung the ax at the zombie's head, separating it from it's owners shoulders.
Xander let the ax fall to the floor and continued running to the boiler room.
When he came to the entrance to the library he looked through the windows of the door, seeing Buffy and the others fighting the monster he remembered from the day the Master tried to open the hellmouth.
"They have their job, I have mine," he muttered.
Finally he reached the door which lead to the basement and to the boiler room. He quickly went down and opened the door at the end of the stairs. He immediately spotted O'Toole standing in front of the bomb. He was manipulating the timer and Xander decided it was time to stop him.
"Jack," he greeted the zombie and raised the gun. " You gave me quite some trouble finding you."
O'Toole turned around and was surprised to see Xander Harris in front of him.
"Harris? You killed my friends?" he asked with disbelief in his voice.
"Yeah, little old me. Now stop the timer and I might let you live..or unlive if you prefer," Xander said and pointed the SOCOM at O'Toole's head.
The zombie smiled at him. "You won't shoot me. You don't know how to disarm the bomb by yourself."
"Why do you think that Jack? Would you have thought that I could take out you and your friend?" he asked him and shook his head. "Like most people you are underestimating me," Xander sighed and shot O'Toole twice in the chest.
Not waiting for the zombie to hit the floor, Xander quickly went to the bomb and examined the timer and the wires connected to it and the rest of the bomb. His memories from Halloween again helped him in finding the solution for this problem.
He spotted the wire which lead from the timer to the explosives and cut it with his knife. The timer stopped when one minute was left.
Xander sighed satisfied and brushed the sweat from his forehead. Suddenly he heard a groan from the floor.
He looked over the bomb and noticed that Jack was still alive.
Xander frowned. "You are still alive?" He frowned. "Let me take care of this problem for you," he said and emptied the rest of his magazine into the head of the undead gang leader.
He wanted to take his gaze away from the ugly sight, but noticed something glittering under Jack's jacket. He grabbed the object and noticed that it was a knife. Remembering the story Jack's grandfather told him about Jack's knife brought a grin to Xander's face.
"I will take good care of her," he told the now headless corpse and left the basement and this mess behind him.
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Xander sat on the hood of his SUV, the bottle of vodka he earlier secured from Cordelia in his hand. He took a large sip and grimaced from the taste in his mouth. When he returned from his stand off with Jack O'Toole he ran into a couple of the escaping apocalypse demons. He wondered why the Mayor was so afraid of them, they were not that tough. Even their heads were not that hard you couldn't crack them with bullets.
After that he took the remains of his Mp5 and threw them on the back seat of his car.
There was just one thing left to do.
He took his cell phone and dialed a , for him now, familiar number.
"Hello," came the answer from the other side of the phone.
"Hey Boss," Xander greeted the Mayor.
"Alexander. I'm glad to hear from you. Are you okay?" the Mayor asked worried.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Xander reassured the older man. " I just wanted to call you and tell you that O'Toole is dead."
"I knew I could count on you Alexander. Good Work. Is there anything else?" he asked.
"I left a couple of dead zombies on the street which leads to the school, another one in the school itself and Jack is in the basement with his bomb," Xander explained the nights events. " You might want to clean these up."
"Bomb?" the Mayor asked.
"Yeah, he wanted to blow up the school and kill Buffy and the rest in the process."
"Well, that's something no one has ever tried before," the Mayor admitted. "Anything else?"
"No, that should cover everything."
"Good. Now go to sleep Alexander. You still have school tomorrow."
Xander grimaced. "Will do so. Good night boss."
"Good night Alexander."
He shifted his aim at the next one, who was still wearing the suit he was buried in. He switched the Mp5 on semi automatic mode and fired a single round in the back of the retreating undead, who immediately collapsed on the street.
Jack and the last one of his friends were able to get out of his sight by turning around the corner.
Xander cursed under his breath, but remembered the zombie he shot, who was desperately trying to crawl away from his predator.
Xander approached him, the submachine gun still aimed at his enemy. He turned the zombie around, who immediately raised his hands in surrender.
"Please don't shoot me !!!" he pleaded.
"I won't shoot you if you answer me some questions." Xander told the undead. "Where is the bomb?"
"It's in the high school" the zombie answered.
Xander rolled his eyes "I already know that. Where in the high school?"
"It's in the boiler room."
"How long till it explodes," Xander asked.
"About half an hour" the zombie answered.
"Thanks," Xander said and turned around, walking in the direction of his SUV. He stepped in and continued driving down the road. Unfortunately Dickie was still lying in the middle of the street, unable to move. Xander showed no intentions of slowing down or even tried avoiding the zombie.
"Stop, you promised me you won't kill me" Dickie shouted at the advancing vehicle. But one moment before the wheels of the big car were going to crush his skull he remembered what Xander told him exactly. 'I won't shoot you if you answer me some questions.'
"Fuck," the zombie cursed before his world went black.
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Jack and Bob came crashing through the main doors of Sunnydale High. They would have been out of breath, if they were still alive. Being undead had it's advantages.
"Jack, who is this guy? Who did you make that angry while we were away?" he asked his friend.
"I don't know who he is, but I'm sure he wants to avoid that we blow up the school," Jack answered.
"And what are we doing now?" Bob asked questioningly.
" I'm going to set the timer on five minutes. That should be enough time for us to leave the building" Jack explained.
"Forget about the bomb Jack. This motherfucker is hunting us. Have you seen what he has done to Parker. And Dickie? I don't want to think what he did to him. We should leave. Fuck this bomb. It isn't worth our lives," Bob told him and walked in the direction of the exit.
But before he could leave Jack grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and forced him to look into his face.
"I will tell you only one time," Jack told him with angrily. "We are not leaving. This Fucker is going to pay for Parker and Dickie. We blow the school up while he is still in here. So, you gonna help me? "
"Okay, I will help you," the former football player answered.
Jack turned around and walked in the direction of the boiler room. "Guard the entrance till I'm back. Then we're gonna leave and enjoy the fireworks."
Bob in the meantime noticed something. "Hey, that guy has a gun. What do you think I should defend myself with, huh," he asked.
Jack quickly looked around and noticed the fire axe on the wall. He smashed the glass and threw it to his friend.
"With this," he told him.
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Xander parked his car in one of the many parking lots of Sunnydale High. He quickly stormed out of the SUV and ran up to the doors. Quickly scanning the halls but seeing neither Jack nor his remaining friend Xander continued his way to the direction of the boiler room.
When he turned he next corner he was shocked seeing Bob standing there. The Zombie slashed with the big ax at him, but luckily he wasn't able to hit Xander with it. His Mp5 was not that lucky. The Ax cut through the barrel of the deadly weapon, leaving it useless,
Xander took a few steps back, letting the remains of his submachine gun fall to the floor.
"Do you know how much one of these costs on the black market," Xander said and pointed at the now useless gun.
When Bob followed his gaze, Xander took his chance and drew the SOCOM. He learned his lessons during his patrol and aimed at the kneecaps of the bulky zombie, shattering them both with two well placed shots.
Bob's legs were now unable to support his weight. His body crashed to the floor, losing the ax in the process.
Xander grabbed the big weapon and lifted it over his head.
"And you gonna pay for it," he continued his last sentence and swung the ax at the zombie's head, separating it from it's owners shoulders.
Xander let the ax fall to the floor and continued running to the boiler room.
When he came to the entrance to the library he looked through the windows of the door, seeing Buffy and the others fighting the monster he remembered from the day the Master tried to open the hellmouth.
"They have their job, I have mine," he muttered.
Finally he reached the door which lead to the basement and to the boiler room. He quickly went down and opened the door at the end of the stairs. He immediately spotted O'Toole standing in front of the bomb. He was manipulating the timer and Xander decided it was time to stop him.
"Jack," he greeted the zombie and raised the gun. " You gave me quite some trouble finding you."
O'Toole turned around and was surprised to see Xander Harris in front of him.
"Harris? You killed my friends?" he asked with disbelief in his voice.
"Yeah, little old me. Now stop the timer and I might let you live..or unlive if you prefer," Xander said and pointed the SOCOM at O'Toole's head.
The zombie smiled at him. "You won't shoot me. You don't know how to disarm the bomb by yourself."
"Why do you think that Jack? Would you have thought that I could take out you and your friend?" he asked him and shook his head. "Like most people you are underestimating me," Xander sighed and shot O'Toole twice in the chest.
Not waiting for the zombie to hit the floor, Xander quickly went to the bomb and examined the timer and the wires connected to it and the rest of the bomb. His memories from Halloween again helped him in finding the solution for this problem.
He spotted the wire which lead from the timer to the explosives and cut it with his knife. The timer stopped when one minute was left.
Xander sighed satisfied and brushed the sweat from his forehead. Suddenly he heard a groan from the floor.
He looked over the bomb and noticed that Jack was still alive.
Xander frowned. "You are still alive?" He frowned. "Let me take care of this problem for you," he said and emptied the rest of his magazine into the head of the undead gang leader.
He wanted to take his gaze away from the ugly sight, but noticed something glittering under Jack's jacket. He grabbed the object and noticed that it was a knife. Remembering the story Jack's grandfather told him about Jack's knife brought a grin to Xander's face.
"I will take good care of her," he told the now headless corpse and left the basement and this mess behind him.
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Xander sat on the hood of his SUV, the bottle of vodka he earlier secured from Cordelia in his hand. He took a large sip and grimaced from the taste in his mouth. When he returned from his stand off with Jack O'Toole he ran into a couple of the escaping apocalypse demons. He wondered why the Mayor was so afraid of them, they were not that tough. Even their heads were not that hard you couldn't crack them with bullets.
After that he took the remains of his Mp5 and threw them on the back seat of his car.
There was just one thing left to do.
He took his cell phone and dialed a , for him now, familiar number.
"Hello," came the answer from the other side of the phone.
"Hey Boss," Xander greeted the Mayor.
"Alexander. I'm glad to hear from you. Are you okay?" the Mayor asked worried.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Xander reassured the older man. " I just wanted to call you and tell you that O'Toole is dead."
"I knew I could count on you Alexander. Good Work. Is there anything else?" he asked.
"I left a couple of dead zombies on the street which leads to the school, another one in the school itself and Jack is in the basement with his bomb," Xander explained the nights events. " You might want to clean these up."
"Bomb?" the Mayor asked.
"Yeah, he wanted to blow up the school and kill Buffy and the rest in the process."
"Well, that's something no one has ever tried before," the Mayor admitted. "Anything else?"
"No, that should cover everything."
"Good. Now go to sleep Alexander. You still have school tomorrow."
Xander grimaced. "Will do so. Good night boss."
"Good night Alexander."