Ordinary Men
By: BoxerMan
I dedicate this story to my fiancée who puts up with all of the crap I put her through.
Buffy/Batman Crossover
Disclaimers: I can carry everything that I own, and I don't see how I can carry a TV show, maybe a TV, although I could carry a comic book, but I still don't own anything really.
A/N: I was planning on taking longer to write this chapter, but once I started I couldn't stop. The words just appeared on the screen. My fiancée/beta reader/most beautiful woman alive went through the chapter and didn't find any mistakes so here it is, I just couldn't wait any longer to post it. I still kinda feel bad about leaving everyone high and dry for New York. But anyway, here's part 6.
/////////////////////// Front Lawn, 1630 Revello Drive,
"Damn."
As the bringers were surrounding Xander and the masked man, the man took the black remote that he used to call the car and pressed a series of buttons. Xander looked at him. "What are you doing?"
The man didn't answer. He only smiled and pressed one last button.
*EEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRKKKKKK*
The forgotten car sprang to life and jumped the curb. The bringers must have had their ears sown shut because they didn't hear it coming. The car ran into three of the bringers in the rear leaving only the two in the front to deal with. The remaining bringers opened fire.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
Xander and the man rolled out of the line of fire and took cover behind the car. He was surprised that the two of them weren't injured. For all of the bringers' hand-to-hand ability, they couldn't shoot worth shit.
They could hear the bullets ricochet off of the car's armor. Little *clink*s followed the sounds of gunshots in the cool Sunnydale night. The man turned to Xander. "Wait till we can hear them run out of ammo."
Xander nodded and waited for a lull in the shooting. It didn't take long. As soon as it came, the man said, "Go" and jumped on the top of the car and launching into a flying crescent kick. Xander ran around the side of the car and tackled his opponent, effectively disarming him.
The masked man's kick had knocked the bringer back several feet and tossed the pistol that he was carrying into the smoldering timbers of the Summers house. The bringer still had some skill and attempted a flying haymaker. The man caught it in mid air, rolled onto his back and flipped it through the window of the house next door. He then heard an inhuman scream and turned to see how Xander was faring against his opponent.
The first thing that Xander had noticed when he tackled the bringer was although his eyelids were sown shut, his eyes were still there. The stupid fools actually had eyes, but had their lids sown shut. Why the hell would anyone WANT to be blind. Xander felt his blood boil. Xander and the bringer rolled on the ground, both trying to get the upper hand. The bringer threw Xander a couple of feet onto the ground. While the bringer had more physical strength, Xander's rage was becoming almost psychotic. He relentlessly started to attack the bringer. 'After all,' he made a feral growl not heard in years, 'an eye for an eye.' He channeled all the pain, all the loss, and all the disappointment onto this one creature standing infront of him, mocking him. He wasn't able to work, he wasn't able to save his friends, hell, he wasn't even able to even see the left side of a room when he walked in. He was a liability to his family, a nuisance to his peers, and a joke to his friends. And all of it was this bastard's fault. When he screamed and charged the bringer one last time, he later could have sworn that it had a look of fear on its face.
The masked man turned to see Xander ferociously attack his opponent. Any blows inflicted on him didn't even faze him. He was screaming with so much raw anger and hurt in his voice that the man thought his vocal cords were bleeding. The bringer was no longer putting up a fight; Xander had knocked it to the ground and was sitting on its chest punching its face.
Xander couldn't feel his knuckles anymore. He wasn't sure if the blood on them was from the bringer or him. When he was sufficiently convinced that the bringer was no longer a threat. He stood up, wiped the blood on his shirt and walked towards the tall, masked man.
When he was directly infront of the man. The man nodded and turned towards the car. He understood that Xander had probably lost everyone that had meant a damn to him in the explosion. He needed to take that out on something before they could figure out what to do next. Looking at the bringer lying on the ground, he was glad that it wasn't him. He looked back at Xander who was still looking at the smoking ashes of the house and motioned back towards the car. "Follow Me."
Xander simply sighed and nodded as he started to walk towards the car. The man pressed another button on his remote and the top moved forward with a similar 'whoosh' as before. The man jumped into the air and landed gracefully into the drivers side seat. Xander started to walk around the back towards the passenger side. When he found that there were no doors and that he would have to climb into the car he cursed silently to himself. All the man heard was something about "small favors" and "car's butt monkey." The man decided to keep quiet for a minute.
Xander smiled sarcastically and looked at the dashboard filled with beeping lights and controls. Normally he would start to think about playing with them, seeing what each button does. Instead he turned back towards his former surrogate home for the past few years. He still couldn't believe it. After everything that happened, he wasn't there to defend the house or the people in it. He simply couldn't believe it. He closed his eyes to say a silent prayer. When he was done he looked back at the dashboard.
The masked man sat watching Xander, he knew that he had to have a little privacy to sort out his anger and emotions. When he felt that Xander was done he spoke, "Where to?"
Xander let out a small sigh before looking at the man and letting a small tired smile creep on his face. "Where else? Sunnydale High."
I dedicate this story to my fiancée who puts up with all of the crap I put her through.
Buffy/Batman Crossover
Disclaimers: I can carry everything that I own, and I don't see how I can carry a TV show, maybe a TV, although I could carry a comic book, but I still don't own anything really.
A/N: I was planning on taking longer to write this chapter, but once I started I couldn't stop. The words just appeared on the screen. My fiancée/beta reader/most beautiful woman alive went through the chapter and didn't find any mistakes so here it is, I just couldn't wait any longer to post it. I still kinda feel bad about leaving everyone high and dry for New York. But anyway, here's part 6.
/////////////////////// Front Lawn, 1630 Revello Drive,
"Damn."
As the bringers were surrounding Xander and the masked man, the man took the black remote that he used to call the car and pressed a series of buttons. Xander looked at him. "What are you doing?"
The man didn't answer. He only smiled and pressed one last button.
*EEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRKKKKKK*
The forgotten car sprang to life and jumped the curb. The bringers must have had their ears sown shut because they didn't hear it coming. The car ran into three of the bringers in the rear leaving only the two in the front to deal with. The remaining bringers opened fire.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
Xander and the man rolled out of the line of fire and took cover behind the car. He was surprised that the two of them weren't injured. For all of the bringers' hand-to-hand ability, they couldn't shoot worth shit.
They could hear the bullets ricochet off of the car's armor. Little *clink*s followed the sounds of gunshots in the cool Sunnydale night. The man turned to Xander. "Wait till we can hear them run out of ammo."
Xander nodded and waited for a lull in the shooting. It didn't take long. As soon as it came, the man said, "Go" and jumped on the top of the car and launching into a flying crescent kick. Xander ran around the side of the car and tackled his opponent, effectively disarming him.
The masked man's kick had knocked the bringer back several feet and tossed the pistol that he was carrying into the smoldering timbers of the Summers house. The bringer still had some skill and attempted a flying haymaker. The man caught it in mid air, rolled onto his back and flipped it through the window of the house next door. He then heard an inhuman scream and turned to see how Xander was faring against his opponent.
The first thing that Xander had noticed when he tackled the bringer was although his eyelids were sown shut, his eyes were still there. The stupid fools actually had eyes, but had their lids sown shut. Why the hell would anyone WANT to be blind. Xander felt his blood boil. Xander and the bringer rolled on the ground, both trying to get the upper hand. The bringer threw Xander a couple of feet onto the ground. While the bringer had more physical strength, Xander's rage was becoming almost psychotic. He relentlessly started to attack the bringer. 'After all,' he made a feral growl not heard in years, 'an eye for an eye.' He channeled all the pain, all the loss, and all the disappointment onto this one creature standing infront of him, mocking him. He wasn't able to work, he wasn't able to save his friends, hell, he wasn't even able to even see the left side of a room when he walked in. He was a liability to his family, a nuisance to his peers, and a joke to his friends. And all of it was this bastard's fault. When he screamed and charged the bringer one last time, he later could have sworn that it had a look of fear on its face.
The masked man turned to see Xander ferociously attack his opponent. Any blows inflicted on him didn't even faze him. He was screaming with so much raw anger and hurt in his voice that the man thought his vocal cords were bleeding. The bringer was no longer putting up a fight; Xander had knocked it to the ground and was sitting on its chest punching its face.
Xander couldn't feel his knuckles anymore. He wasn't sure if the blood on them was from the bringer or him. When he was sufficiently convinced that the bringer was no longer a threat. He stood up, wiped the blood on his shirt and walked towards the tall, masked man.
When he was directly infront of the man. The man nodded and turned towards the car. He understood that Xander had probably lost everyone that had meant a damn to him in the explosion. He needed to take that out on something before they could figure out what to do next. Looking at the bringer lying on the ground, he was glad that it wasn't him. He looked back at Xander who was still looking at the smoking ashes of the house and motioned back towards the car. "Follow Me."
Xander simply sighed and nodded as he started to walk towards the car. The man pressed another button on his remote and the top moved forward with a similar 'whoosh' as before. The man jumped into the air and landed gracefully into the drivers side seat. Xander started to walk around the back towards the passenger side. When he found that there were no doors and that he would have to climb into the car he cursed silently to himself. All the man heard was something about "small favors" and "car's butt monkey." The man decided to keep quiet for a minute.
Xander smiled sarcastically and looked at the dashboard filled with beeping lights and controls. Normally he would start to think about playing with them, seeing what each button does. Instead he turned back towards his former surrogate home for the past few years. He still couldn't believe it. After everything that happened, he wasn't there to defend the house or the people in it. He simply couldn't believe it. He closed his eyes to say a silent prayer. When he was done he looked back at the dashboard.
The masked man sat watching Xander, he knew that he had to have a little privacy to sort out his anger and emotions. When he felt that Xander was done he spoke, "Where to?"
Xander let out a small sigh before looking at the man and letting a small tired smile creep on his face. "Where else? Sunnydale High."