Title: Crazy in Lust, Volume 1.
Author: Wallace (wal_lace@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG for implied sex and violence and moral relativism.
Note: Part of Troll Princess' Pairing List that Ate Fandom, which can be found monthly on . This will eventually be two pairings.
Disclaimer: I make no claim on the characters and concepts utilised and referenced herein, and acknowledge that they are the property of DC Time Warner and Mutant Enemy.
Crazy in Lust, Volume 1
Faith's really trying to be a good guy these days, and part of that is not hurting cops. Even if said cops have just found you staggering down the street waving a battle-axe, a direct result of stumbling into what Wesley had described as a 'dimensional vortex' right in the middle of a serious fight, and taken what you told them as clear evidence you were a nutcase.
But, what with the whole 'not hurting them' thing, and the part where they had guns and an unsympathetic attitude, that's how she ended up in this particular nuthouse, waiting for nightfall so she could do a runner. It was a weird place, with some seriously high security cells; luckily, they seemed to have seriously underestimated her.
No, Faith didn't see escaping from Arkham Asylum as being any problem.
At least until she met her cellmate.
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"Hi!" Said the blonde.
Faith grunted.
"New cellmate, huh?" The blonde sounded friendly. Faith had no problems with this. The blonde also sounded almost psychotically perky, which was enough to have Faith seriously reconsidering her 'no killing humans' thing. After all, the girl was in a maximum security lunatic asylum. She was probably Evil, or at least evil, in any case.
The blonde was smiling at Faith in a way that made her uncomfortable. It wasn't predatory, or nervous, or calculating, or even patently false, all of which she could deal with. No, the blonde looked genuinely, totally, happy to see her.
"So," she went on, in a tone of friendly inquiry. "You wanna be my bitch?" She might have been suggesting going out for ice cream for all the threat she put in to the offer.
Faith glared at her. "Guess." Was all she said.
"Okay." The blonde paused, clearly waiting for Faith to say something. Faith just stared at her, and after a moment she crumbled. "So… you wanna make me your bitch, then?"
Faith hesitated.
The blonde smirked at her, and then posed coquettishly, one leg extended, flipping her hair back.
"Why not?" Faith replied. After all, she had time to kill.
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It was four hours later. Sex had, as they say, been had. At considerable length; the blonde had proved to have quite exceptional stamina, especially for someone so… decorative. But now at last she was snoring in the bottom bunk. Faith reclined above her, licking her fingers, and mused on escape. She spent some minutes trying to marshal her resources, assess the situation, and formulate a plan. Then she got bored with planning, and decided to get on with it.
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From a moral perspective, she was fairly certain she wasn't doing anything wrong. After all, if the security was inadequate at this joint, any kind of maniac could be unleashed onto an unsuspecting populace. By exploring, exploiting and exposing the faults in the system, Faith was only doing her civic duty.
She wasn't completely sure just where the part where she bent her cell bars apart came into this theory, but it still seemed pretty good to her.
She was fairly certain that grabbing a prison guard by the throat, hustling him into a storeroom, and breaking his fingers until he told her the way out and where her clothes and weapons were stored wasn't a moral act but hey, she was in the nuthouse already. An insanity plea was pretty much guaranteed.
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She stepped out of the storeroom, leaving the guard carefully unconscious, laid on his back, fingers splinted and airways unobstructed (crazy is fine, but evil is right out), and found the blonde waiting for her.
"Hi!" Her perkiness seemed undimmed.
"Hey." Faith allowed, grudgingly. She managed not to make it a question, but it took an effort of will.
"Are you two done?" The girl asked, peering round her. "Or you wanna be alone some more?"
"We're done." Faith said. "I'm going."
"Mind if I tag along? It's just Mr J gets distracted and forgets to spring me outta here, and he probably needs me by now."
"Mr J?"
"My puddin'. Well, kinda…"
"Whatever." Faith turned and strode down the passageway.
"Where you going?" The blonde was almost dancing alongside her.
"Out."
"That's the wrong way."
"I'm going to get my clothes first, alright?"
"That's the wrong way. That just leads to the maximum security guard station." Faith stopped dead.
"How do you know?"
"I used to work here." The blonde gave her a smile like a mouthful of perfect pearls. "They keep our stuff near the entrance. That way."
"Bastard." Faith muttered to herself. Heading back up the corridor she broke off just long enough to step into the storeroom and break the guard's jaw. Then, not without some misgivings, she followed the blonde.