Spike growled as he threw a punch at the Fyarl demon. It was unhurt by the punch and it retaliated with one of its own. It sent Spike reeling to the cage and the moment he hit it, electricity surged throughout his body. He tried his best to get away from the walls of the cage as soon as possible before it hurt him any more and before it killed him. But he knew that it wasn't going to do it. He tried once again, with all the strength that he had left, and kicked the Fyarl demon square on its head. The demon grunted something not comprehendible before it exited the cage. The Fyarl demon held its head as it locked the cage tight and walked over to the computer. Spike watched on from the floor of his cage, as he knew what was coming. He prepared himself just before the chip fired and sent him sprawling. He grabbed his head and bit back a scream as the shock spread throughout his head. The Fyarl demon transformed back into Warren at the push of a button and he was angrily staring at a beaten Spike.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Warren asked heatedly, "You're not supposed to win! You just love the pain don't you? Face it, buster, Buffy's not coming for you, so I guess she wants you dead."
Spike sat and let the words sink in. Buffy had said that same thing to him, 'You're in love with pain.' He remembered those words that she had said and slumped down even more. He wanted to die. There was nothing left to live, un-live, for. He was pathetic; a lame excuse for a vampire. Beaten by the bloody nerds, falling in love with the damn slayer, and the soddin' chip. He was at rock bottom and he couldn't get any lower. He'd much rather be in hell than be this miserable. Anything was better than this. But he knew one thing. He finally knew how Buffy truly felt. She never loved him, never will. She won't come.
"Give it back!" Jonathon yelled as he followed a mischievous Andrew into the room.
"We made a deal. You give your Spiderman Comic Issue #3 and I'll give you my most prized possession," Andrew countered.
"You gave me your sock! That's totally unfair." Jonathon argued as he held up the sock for Andrew to see.
"Oh god," Warren mumbled as he fell into his chair.
"It was my favorite sock. Ever since I made that great contribution of taking you, I mean some other kid down, in gym class; it's been my lucky sock. Haven't washed it ever since. Ahhhh, the memories. And I think Cordelia even stepped on it once," Andrew told Jonathon as he stared at the sock in Jonathon's hands.
"Really?" Jonathon said as he turned his attention to the sock.
"Ooook!" Warren shouted as he rode from his seat, "Moving on from the utterly gross sock, what's the update on the slayer and her buddies?"
"Um…" Andrew said as he sat down at the camera monitors and began scanning them, "Anya and Dawn are at the Magic Box and I don't know where the rest of them are. They don't seem to be anywhere in the camera's viewpoints."
"Where could they be, where could they be?" Warren murmured as he paced behind Andrew.
"Uh, guys?" Jonathon said worriedly.
"Shut up, Jonathon, I'm trying to think here." Warren shouted as he still paced.
Jonathon was going to speak up again but decided not to. He knew that Warren was going to get what was coming to him. Warren had always treated Jonathon and Andrew without respect. He had always taken the role of the boss and he even killed someone once. That scared Jonathon the most. He was a murderer. He deserved being beaten down by the slayer and maybe even Spike could pitch in a couple punches.
Jonathon just stared at the other side of the room as if he'd seen a ghost. Warren and Andrew continued to think, think about where the slayer and her pals could be conjuring something up. Warren was mumbling something to himself that only he could understand. His pacing got faster and faster as he got even more agitated. He needed to think up another plan quick before the gang figured out the trap and where they were located. Time was a wasting and the only thing he could think of was to kill Spike, but that would mean that Buffy could still beat him. There had to be another way.
Andrew's brain had started to hurt because of all the thinking that he was doing. He decided to check out what Jonathon was crying about and turned around. His eyes widened as he saw what was in front of them. He shot a glance back at Jonathon before speaking up.
"Uh, Warren?" Andrew said shakily.
"WHAT!?" Warren screamed.
Andrew just simply pointed in the direction that he was staring and showed Warren what they saw. Warren turned around and saw the slayer and her buddies ready for a fight. There was only one thing that Warren could say,
"Oh,"
Buffy looked over at the monitors that Andrew had been staring a bit back. He looked and saw all the views of all the different places she went to.
"Huh, you never seemed to be the voyeuristic type to me, Warren." Buffy matter-of-factly said.
Buffy's face turned in horror at the sight of a severely battered Spike lying on the floor of his metal prison. She turned her head to Warren, with, what Xander could have sworn, a flash of gold passing through her eyes.
"Ok...now I'm pissed," Buffy said.