Rogue
Episode 11
Wales:
"Look, what is going on here?" Faith demanded, "Who is this girl?"
"She's a potential slayer," Cindy informed.
"Potential slayer?"
"She is next in line to be the slayer. Well not exactly her but any potential anywhere in the world."
"You have to help me!" the girl exclaimed, "They'll be here any second!"
"Who the hell is after her?" Faith demanded.
"Their called Bringers," Cindy informed, "They are agents of the First."
"The first what?"
"The First Evil."
"Look, what the hell are you talking about?"
"The First Evil found a mistake in the slayer line and has decided to take action. It's going around killing all girls who have the potential to become a slayer."
"I disappear for a year and look what happens. A new creature tries to take over the world, one that has you all shivering. Well let me tell you something. I'm gonna kick this things ass!"
"Sorry to disappoint you, but it doesn't have an ass. It can't take corporeal form."
"What? Something that can't even touch you has Buffy all worked up?"
"It's not about touch. It's about the power. It has power beyond belief. These creatures known as Bringers are going around terrorizing the potentials and killing them off. It also has another creature which is unknown to me. I faced it in these woods."
"We're going to the Watcher's Council and figuring this crap out!" Faith exclaimed.
"There's a slight problem with that."
"A problem?"
"There is no Watcher's Council. It got destroyed last year."
"No old English people bossing me around anymore! Yes!"
Ignoring her, Cindy went on, "That's why Giles and I came here to find a potential. There is no way of alerting the potentials of what they are. They have to be found. Giles was trying to gather as many as he could and bring them back to Sunnydale."
Cindy and Faith turned their heads to the left as they heard sounds of approaching footsteps. The girl who was with them suddenly began to panic.
"Come on," Cindy whispered, "Back into the alley."
The three girls quickly backed into the alley. Cindy and the girl hid behind some trashcans, while Faith remained hidden in the shadows. Faith kept her eyes on the street as the footsteps got closer. Several hooded figures ran by the alley quickly. She guessed that they were what were after the girl. The figures quickly passed. Cindy breathed a sigh of relief.
Faith stepped out from the shadows and walked to the opening of the alley. She peered out and looked down the way that the figures had come from. She heard something whistle through the air and jumped back. An axe stuck into the boarded up part of the old building.
"What the hell!" Faith exclaimed.
Suddenly, three hooded figures appeared out of no where, right in front of her. The one in front began swinging its daggers at her. Faith maneuvered all the slashes and then gave the figure a kick in the chest, causing it to fall back into the other two.
"Faith!" Cindy shouted, "We have to get out of here!"
"Why?" Faith questioned, "I can take these guys."
"They're not after you," Cindy informed, "They're after her."
Cindy grabbed the girl by the arm and dashed out of the alley. She jumped over the Bringers that Faith had knocked down. Faith realized that Cindy was serious and began to hurry after her. She hesitated, turned back and picked up the axe that was stuck in the wood. She brought it down on one Bringer's head. Then she took off after Cindy and the unknown girl.
Buffy's House, Sunnydale, California:
Buffy had things under control around the house. She had managed to quiet down the potentials a little and was able to train them every day. She also managed to get to work every day too. The only thing that she wasn't able to control was Andrew.
"What the hell are you doing?" she asked.
Andrew was standing in the kitchen, pressing buttons on the microwave. He didn't seem to be having any luck getting it to work. He ignored Buffy and pulled out the instruction manual and began looking at that.
"Having some trouble?" she asked.
Andrew looked up from the instruction manual, acknowledging her presence.
"Trying to cook a TV dinner," he said.
"You are hopeless," she muttered under her breath and walked into the family room.
The rest of the group was scattered throughout the house. Some of the potentials were in the basement training, while the others were watching TV. Xander was reinforcing the basement door. Anya had disappeared. Spike was still chained up in the basement, watching Xander mess with the door. Giles and Willow were in research mode. She had no clue where Jake was.
Buffy sat down on the couch. The family room was completely empty, for once. She was exhausted. She needed a nap but she didn't want anyone realizing that she was weak.
"Buffy, you should get some sleep," Willow said, walking into the room.
"I can't Willow," she replied, "What kind of a leader would that make me?"
"A good one," Willow answered.
"Huh?"
"You are stressing yourself out right now. We have some downtime right now. The First suffered a big loss after you killed the Ubervamp. It's probably busy trying to find out some way to get at us next. You can rest for now," she told Buffy.
"I guess you're right, Will," Buffy said, "I will sleep."
She lay down on the couch and slide a pillow under her head. Willow silently crept out of the room and went back to researching with Giles.
Wales:
Cindy, Faith, and the potential slayer finally came to a stop in front of a motel. They were out of breath. Cindy turned and looked back the way they had come. The Bringers hadn't been chasing them. If they had, they hadn't followed on the road.
"They didn't chase us," Faith said, out of breath.
"I think they just didn't follow on the road," Cindy said.
"Why are they after me?" the girl asked.
"You're a potential slayer," Cindy told her.
"A what?" the girl questioned, "What's a slayer?"
"A slayer is a girl chosen to protect the world from the creatures of the night," Cindy informed, "You are a slayer candidate. If the current slayer dies, a girl just like you or you may become the slayer."
"I don't know why but for some reason, I believe you," the girl said.
"What's your name?" Faith asked.
"Elizabeth," she replied.
"I'm Faith, the slayer and that's Cindy," she told the girl.
"This is a first meeting for the three of us," Cindy said.
Ignoring her, Faith said, "You should be safe with us for now. Do you mind if I call you Liz?"
"No, not at all," Liz answered, "By the way, where are we going?"
"That is a good question," Faith replied, "Where are we going?"
"We have to find someway to get to Sunnydale," Cindy informed, "I just don't know how we are going to get there."
"Well we can start by resting for the night and then we can continue in the morning," Faith said, "We can stay here."
The Next Day, A Port on the Coast of Wales:
"Alright," Faith began, "We need to take a boat out of this British country and get to the states."
"And how do you plan to do that?" Cindy questioned.
"It's not that complicated," Faith replied, "We just sneak aboard one of these cargo ships that's headed for the states."
"We will only land on the east coast, probably in New York City," Cindy said, "Then what do we do?"
"We'll figure that out once we get there," Faith informed, "That will be a few days. Boat trips take a while."
The three girls headed closer to the docks. It was a cold and cloudy day in Wales. They slowly crept closer to a large cargo boat.
"Now look," Faith began, "We just hide in one of these large boxes and we'll get inside no problem."
She lifted the top off of the closest box and climbed inside. Liz climbed in next, followed by Cindy. Faith reached up and slid the lid back over the opening. A few minutes later, the box began to move. They were on their way to the states.
Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean:
The cargo ship had set sail from the port in Wales yesterday. It was going to be a long journey to the United States, at least a week. The captain hadn't a clue what kind of cargo he had brought along on his ship.
Faith, Cindy, and Liz had quietly snuck out of the box from which they used to sneak onto the ship. Luckily for them, they were all used to sailing in the ocean. Little did the three girls know, they weren't the only ones that had snuck aboard the cargo ship.
"It's really dark in here," Liz said.
"Let's look for a light!" Cindy exclaimed.
"There are no lights in the cargo hold of a ship," Faith informed the two.
"Then we need to find a way to get to the surface," Liz said.
"No!" Faith exclaimed, "We must stay below deck or we surely will be caught. We're stowaways."
"You're telling me that we have to stay in this dark, cold, musty, dirty place until we dock in New York!" Liz exclaimed.
"We have no other choice," Cindy told her, "We don't know if the crew is friendly or evil."
"She does have a point there," Faith agreed, "They could be apart of a cult or something and want to sacrifice us to their demon gods."
"What!" Liz exclaimed.
"I was kidding," Faith chuckled.
Neither Liz nor Cindy laughed at that. They didn't find being sacrificed to demon gods very funny. Suddenly there was a loud crash off to the right.
"What the hell was that?" Faith questioned.
"I don't know," Cindy replied, "It's too dark to see anything."
That's when a light appeared far in the distance.
"What the hell were those hooded folks?" a man questioned.
"I'm not sure captain, but they've overtaken the ship," another man replied.
"We need to find someway to take back my ship!" the captain exclaimed, "I am not going to let a group of stowaways take over!"
"But captain, did you see those weapons they carried?" the first mate asked.
"No," he replied.
"We haven't a weapon on this ship," the first mate continued, "They can easily kill us with those axes and daggers if we attempt to take back the ship."
"You're right," the captain agreed, "I guess we're stuck down here until we reach land."
Faith decided then that it was time to help these two men. She began walking towards the light from the door. Cindy and Liz followed.
"Could we be of some assistance?" Faith asked.
"What the hell?" the captain questioned, shining his flashlight on the girls.
"More stowaways!" the first mate exclaimed, "Stay back!"
"Look, we're not gonna hurt you," Faith reassured, "We're the good guys."
"Stowaways aren't good guys," the captain said, "They're criminals."
"Do you want to regain control of your ship? Cindy asked.
"Of course I do!" the captain exclaimed.
"Well then let us help you," Faith said.
"Alright," the first mate said.
"What are you doing!" the captain shouted, "You can't trust these stowaways!"
"Captain, we have no other choice," the first mate said, "They might be able to help us."
"Alright," he gave in, "But it is your hide if they prove to be traitors."
"One more thing," Faith interrupted, "You have to let us go free once we dock."
"Excuse me?" the captain questioned.
"You can't have us arrested," she said.
"And why not?" he asked.
"Cuz we're the ones saving your asses!" Faith shouted as a dagger flew towards her head.
She sidestepped it and it stuck into a crate. She peered out of the door to see three Bringers standing there, holding their weapons.
"Now at least we have a weapon," Faith said, walking over and picking up the thrown dagger.
Faith ran out of the cargo hold and into the lit hallway. Cindy and Liz followed. The Bringers stood there, menacingly, holding there weapons. She ran at them, brandishing the dagger. She slashed it through the air and sliced the closest one across the face.
Cindy and Liz came up behind her. They stood ready to take on the Bringers. The captain and first mate stayed in the cargo hold, staring in horror and shock. The three Bringers were joined by five more.
"Oh shit," Faith muttered under her breath.
The Bringers smirked and began their attack on the three girls.
