Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy owns 'em. I just …I don't know…write weird stories about them.
Author's Note: Not much to say about this chapter. It is pretty self explanatory
" Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it"
Goodbye: Chapter 3
Betrayals
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I am staring out the window through the curtain. I watch the sun rising, and it looks like it will be a bright day. But not for me. All I see is darkness.
They will be here soon, better get this show started.
It's Show Time, Folks.
I walk over to B, who I have tied up to a chair. She is still drugged out a bit, and still snoozin'. Glad one of us can sleep.
Wakey, Wakey, B. I slap her, hard
"Faith?" You mumble, groggily. " Wha..?"
" Why, it's morning, B. Time for all good little slayers to wake up and greet Mr. Sunshine"
She looks at me with bleary eyes. I harden myself for what's coming. God, I wish I were anywhere else on this fucking planet
" Faith, can't I go back to sleep? What's the haps?" You're still mumbling not realizing what is goin' on
" No, B. It is time for a new game"
" New game?" You shake your head, trying to stretch and realizes you are bound up. Your voice gets an edge "Faith, what's goin on?"
" Sure, B. A great new game. I like it, anyway. And you're it. It's called " Faith gets rid of Blondie, and gets paid for it" Whatta ya think? Sound like fun?"
" Faith, what're you doing? Why am I tied up?" You start to struggle against the bonds
" Weren't ya listening, B? Musta been the drugs" You looks at me like I am crazy. Yeah… Crazy " Let me draw you a picture, B. I'm finally getting my payoff for putting up with your sorry ass for the last few months. Whoo Hoo, Faithy SCORES!" I laugh at you
I see your look as something starts to enter your head. I think I want to die, right now, please
" Faith, what're talkin' about? Joke over!"
" Joke? Those ropes feel like a joke? Don't bother struggling, B. I tied them tight when your muscles were relaxed, and I soaked them. They are just gonna get tighter, so might as well relax. You aint goin' nowhere, B"
"C'mon, Faith, baby. Let me out. Fun over. I will give you some good fun" You smile seductively at me. Damn it B, you are killing me here
" Get over yourself, B. Think I give a rat's ass about you? It's payday, and I am collecting"
" What do you mean, collecting" A definite edge in your voice now. Good, Blondie, buy into it.
" I mean, your friends seem to want you back, bad. Big reward on getting you home safe. That is the ONLY reason you are trussed up. Otherwise…" I pull out a nice sharp knife and wave it under you nose " I would have a little fun with you, first"
You're eyes go wide when you see the knife. You look up at me, confused, and hurt. And I am standing here, just wanting to fall into a hole.
" I … I … don't understand, Faith. What did I do?" Your eyes are wide in pain. God, B, don't make this so fucking hard.
" Do? Gee, B, do we need a history lesson, too? God, I guess all those blonde jokes are for real. Get it through your thick skull. This is payback time"
" Payback?" You whisper, staring at the floor, but I see your eyes starting to harden over.
" Yeah, B, payback. Remember Alan Finch? How you let me hang out to dry with that one? Or, maybe you'd like to remember about how you tried to kill me to feed that vampire boyfriend of yours?"
You stare at me, and your eyes grow cold. Oh, B, god I am so sorry. Please forgive me for what I gotta do.
"You thought I really cared about you, Blondie? YOU? Who made my life a living hell? What were you thinking, B? You really are stupid. One stupid bitch"
" Oh, look, B is getting all pissy. Well, too bad, B. I got mine back from you. At last"
You're staring daggers at me. I wish they were daggers, so I could die now
" Nice, B. Nice. Don't ya see the beauty of it. The perfect beauty? And the best part? It was your idea. That's right. YOUR idea. Man, it is too rich"
" My idea" you growl at me. Good baby, that's it. Just buy into it.
"Yeah…don't you remember? ' We'll run Faith. As fast and as far as we need'. That's when it hit home to me. That's when I saw it. I would make you like me. Make you like ole Faithy. And then, When you were good and fucked up, good and alone, I would dump you, like so much trash"
" You're no better than me now, B. Get it? No better. Whatta think your Scooby friends gonna think of you now? Trash, babe, Trash. Cause that is exactly what you are. Trash"
" I was planning on dumpin ya pretty soon anyway, I just got a better offer. Make a little cash for my troubles. For having to put up with your whining, and all the crap"
" I am gonna savor this for a long time. Little Ms. Perfect slayer becomes shoe tar. You aint nothing now, Blondie. You think your friends are gonna welcome you back with open arms? After what you did? After what you have become. They are gonna call you Slutty, from now on. You'll be nothing to them but white trash. Just like you treated me, Slutty"
"Now, I am sending you home. So you can face the humiliation you gave me. Hope it sticks real good in your throat, like it always did in mine"
" I can't believe it was all fake" you say, your voice soft. " What about all those things you said, at the grave?"
" Man, you are even MORE stupid than I thought. You always thought you were the clever one, didn't ya B? Always thought I was stupid. Well, I AM NOT STUPID. I knew you were there. What? Did you forget? Slayer here. I sensed you. Saw you out of the corner of my eye. I set you up. I planned it. I meant to just turn and laugh in your face, to make you hurt a little. But you. God, you dumb bitch, you took it to a whole different level. You gave me the chance to make you feel like you always made me feel, like shit."
Please , baby, don't believe me. See I am lying. God, I love you baby….
" So it was a lie?" You say " You never loved me?"
" Love you? I can barely tolerate you. God, you are such a whiney baby. Oh, and B? Don't get all full of yourself. You are maybe a C minus lover on a good day, ya know?" Liar, liar, liar
You sit, head down… and I see tears.. Oh, god Baby, I am sooo sorry, sooo sorry…baby…god, I really, really want to be dead right now.
I lean in, and sneer at you
" Ahhh… B…what's wrong. Does it hurt and have a temperature?" Right at that moment, when my head is close, you head butt me
" fuck you, Faith" you snarl
I rub my head. Oww… you really are hard headed " Now, that's usin' your head , B. Might as well… it is pretty useless otherwise"
There is a knock at the door
" Well, B. that must be your ride. Have a nice life , B" I sneer at you " I know I am with the money I'm getting for ya"
" Faith? Hope you enjoy the blood money" Your voice is cold, passionless " But you better run. If I ever catch you, I am gonna finish the job I started last time we met"
" Oooo I am shakin' B, just shakin' "
I go to answer the door. In the doorway is G, looking all serious and watchery. I push him back, and close the door behind me. I see their car…with the windows blacked out
" Did you bring it?" I ask, my voice cold
" Faith, I have it. Of course" G answers. " Angel is in the car. He is not joining us, for obvious reasons"
" Ok, I have her tied up inside. She won't be getting out of those bonds soon, but be sure to trank her first"
" Faith, I assure you, I know what I am doing" G huffs stuffily
" Yeah? Well, just go do it. Do it before I change my mind" But it is way past too late for that
I knew that the only way they were going to be able to control her is if they used the same stuff they used on her in the Cruciamentum. The adrenal suppressors, and the muscle relaxers. Never should have told me about that, B. That is what G brought with him. Once that stuff kicks in, she will be weak as a … mouse.
G opens the door, and enters. Through the door I hear her screaming " I am gonna KILL you Faith? HEAR ME? KILL YOU!!! … Giles? What…. NO… NO….PLEASE, FAITH I AM SORRY. WHATEVER I DID I AM SORRY… HELP ME FAITH…HELP…." And her voice trails off as the tranks kick in.
I am helpin' ya B
The only way I know how.
TBC
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More to come.