Part 4-
Future Willow found herself standing just in the shadows of Warren's room. He laid on his bed asleep. She thought back to how the stray bullet broke the window; the bloody hole in Tara's favorite blue sweater and Tara's final words uttered "You're shirt!" referring to the blood splattered on Willow's face and top. Seething with pure hatred and anger the future Willow confidently approached Warren. Grabbing his arms and securing them to the bedpost before he could consciously gather what was happening to him. Then, she steadily but assuredly tied his feet down to the end post of the bed. While he was flaying around. The future Willow made her way over to the shotgun that Warren was planning on using on Buffy and any innocent that happened to get in the way. The thought and memories just severed to enrage her more. Maintaining some level of control, the future Willow proceeded to load the gun with the number of rounds she remembers Warren unloaded just before running off. Counting as she did. Taking the cartridges out like she knew Warren would have. The same way she would have. Because, she was like Warren a genius nerd. She'd knew she'd probably have been apart of Warren's sick group had it not been for the fortunate luck of becoming Buffy's friend way back in their freshmen years at Sunnydale High. She'd be into the whole Star Wars, Star Trek, James Bond, and the whole nerd thing; had The Slayer not saved her. She'd probably wouldn't have discovered she was a witch. But, then again she'd probably would've gotten to go to Sunnydale University a whole year earlier. Meet Tara a whole year earlier.
Shaken herself out of that train of thought, she couldn't do anything to miss up the good thing they had going now. On "probably", she knew what she had now was the best thing she could've ever hoped for. Her mind, however, did venture off into "would I've left Oz to be with her?" Without hesitation she knew the answers was a resounding "Yes!"
She brought her attention back to the here n now and what she had to do. Laying the shotgun on the table. She slowly walked over to Warren's bed. Recounting how they got to this point. She used her pulley device that she wigged up before coming here, and hoisted Warren's arms and upper body up. He was bond by handcuffs tightly around sweatbands that prevented cuts and bruises from forming. After securing him in position, she began to tell him what she had in store for him.
Grabbing the shotgun and bringing it over and leveling it to a position that would allow for it to be ruled an apparent suicide, she then un-gagged him. He yelped out in pain, spat to the side and told her "I'll see you in hell!" With that she then explained to him, "No, you'll be going to hell and I'll just fade out of existence. While my present self remains completely un-aware and she'll be absolutely innocent. After living a nice, long life. Growing old together. Tara and her will walk hand and hand into heaven. Will they will remain in-love for eternity!" With that final declaration, the future Willow pulled the trigger. The back of Warren's head splattered on the wall behind it with his brains oozing down the wall.
The future Willow just smirked, she watched as some black forms (death demons) came and collected Warren's soul. Kicking and screaming into the abyss of Hell for all eternity. And then she faded out of existence.
TBC:
(The Consequences of using magic to go back in time. We'll delve into that soon!)
Future Willow found herself standing just in the shadows of Warren's room. He laid on his bed asleep. She thought back to how the stray bullet broke the window; the bloody hole in Tara's favorite blue sweater and Tara's final words uttered "You're shirt!" referring to the blood splattered on Willow's face and top. Seething with pure hatred and anger the future Willow confidently approached Warren. Grabbing his arms and securing them to the bedpost before he could consciously gather what was happening to him. Then, she steadily but assuredly tied his feet down to the end post of the bed. While he was flaying around. The future Willow made her way over to the shotgun that Warren was planning on using on Buffy and any innocent that happened to get in the way. The thought and memories just severed to enrage her more. Maintaining some level of control, the future Willow proceeded to load the gun with the number of rounds she remembers Warren unloaded just before running off. Counting as she did. Taking the cartridges out like she knew Warren would have. The same way she would have. Because, she was like Warren a genius nerd. She'd knew she'd probably have been apart of Warren's sick group had it not been for the fortunate luck of becoming Buffy's friend way back in their freshmen years at Sunnydale High. She'd be into the whole Star Wars, Star Trek, James Bond, and the whole nerd thing; had The Slayer not saved her. She'd probably wouldn't have discovered she was a witch. But, then again she'd probably would've gotten to go to Sunnydale University a whole year earlier. Meet Tara a whole year earlier.
Shaken herself out of that train of thought, she couldn't do anything to miss up the good thing they had going now. On "probably", she knew what she had now was the best thing she could've ever hoped for. Her mind, however, did venture off into "would I've left Oz to be with her?" Without hesitation she knew the answers was a resounding "Yes!"
She brought her attention back to the here n now and what she had to do. Laying the shotgun on the table. She slowly walked over to Warren's bed. Recounting how they got to this point. She used her pulley device that she wigged up before coming here, and hoisted Warren's arms and upper body up. He was bond by handcuffs tightly around sweatbands that prevented cuts and bruises from forming. After securing him in position, she began to tell him what she had in store for him.
Grabbing the shotgun and bringing it over and leveling it to a position that would allow for it to be ruled an apparent suicide, she then un-gagged him. He yelped out in pain, spat to the side and told her "I'll see you in hell!" With that she then explained to him, "No, you'll be going to hell and I'll just fade out of existence. While my present self remains completely un-aware and she'll be absolutely innocent. After living a nice, long life. Growing old together. Tara and her will walk hand and hand into heaven. Will they will remain in-love for eternity!" With that final declaration, the future Willow pulled the trigger. The back of Warren's head splattered on the wall behind it with his brains oozing down the wall.
The future Willow just smirked, she watched as some black forms (death demons) came and collected Warren's soul. Kicking and screaming into the abyss of Hell for all eternity. And then she faded out of existence.
TBC:
(The Consequences of using magic to go back in time. We'll delve into that soon!)