Author: Socrates
Disclaimer: Me and Fox own the rights to BTVS and its characters, marvel comics owns the right to the punisher, from which this story will follow to an extent.
Rating: R for extreme violence and mature themes.
Category: Action/Angst/Drama
Summary: What do you do when everything you know and love is stolen from you? Xander Harris is about to face this question and a certain firm will learn that there are some people you just don't cross.
Feedback: Why Certainly.
AN: Forgive me people. I tried to let this one just go away but it wouldn't leave.
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Xander sat back in his seat, content to watch his friends as they chatted happily away. The entire gang was there in the Summers household, to celebrate the start of college for Buffy, Willow and Oz. Mrs. Summers seemed somewhat disappointed to hear that he wasn't attending, but he had explained the situation, or some of it anyway. College just wasn't for him. He had never been big with the academics and he really felt there was something better he could do with his life. College just wasn't for everyone after all. She understood. To be honest he wasn't really sure what it was he wanted to do for a living. He thought he might try his hand at construction. It paid well, good hours and it didn't require rocket science. The future certainly was looking bright.
And that was the problem.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
He glanced up from his quiet musing to find a beautiful blonde staring down at him with a concerned expression.
"Oh, hey Buff. What's up?"
Buffy tossed a look over her shoulder. "Willow and Giles somehow got into a discussion of ancient demon mythology and strangely enough my mom seems interested. SO not my thing. And Oz is being his usual self" She plopped down next to him and sighed. "I noticed you over here being all quiet and got concerned. It's not like you to be so silent."
"I do have my moments you know." Xander replied, acting somewhat offended.
"I know, I know." Buffy placated her friend. "You just seemed a little… I don't know… like you could use a friendly ear."
"I'm touched."
"Be serious," the slayer chided, grabbing a pillow from the top of the sofa and whacking him with it.
"Okay, okay, don't hurt me I'll be good."
"Darn straight you will." Buffy lowered the pillow. "Now make with the talky, what's up?"
"You win." Xander sighed, "I've just been thinking about things, life in general."
Buffy nodded and motioned for him to continue.
"It's just that… everything's changing. High school's over, you guys are off to college and I'm about to go out into the working world. And that's all great and everything…" he paused, as if searching for the words.
"But.." Buffy prompted.
"But…I'm worried, worried that all this is going to end, that you guys will be too busy with college and me with work… we'll just stop hanging out."
"Oh Xan." Buffy leaned over and put her arm around him, pulling him close. "You know I love you. I don't want this to end anymore then you do, and I have no intention of letting it. We're still gonna hang out."
Xander stared into her eyes. "Promise?"
"Just try and keep me away."
Xander leaned over and pulled her into a hug. "Thanks Buff."
"Ah, icky boy germs!" Buffy made a brief show of trying to break away.
"Get a room you two!"
The young blonde threw a glare at her sister, who was standing in front of them making gagging noises. "Freak."
"Fashion victim."
"basket case."
"midget."
"Ladies, ladies, there's no need to fight. There's enough of me to go around."
Dawn of course blushed at this, while Buffy simply smacked him upside the head.
"Hey, OW!" The young man wiggled his eyes at his friend, "And kinky."
This time it was Buffy who blushed.
"Are you two done yet, cause I want to talk to Xander."
"What can I do for you Dawn patrol?" It was then he noticed that dawn has a package in her hand.
"Well actually its something I can do for you." Xander gave her a weird look and she became flushed. "Uh, what I mean is I got something for you, sort of good luck in the workplace gift."
"Ooh, prezzies." Xander rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Where is it, what is it, how much did it cost?"
"Xander!" The slayer admonished her friend. "You don't ask how much a gift cost!"
"Why not?"
The pillow came out again.
"Alright, alright, jeez! Abusive much?" The young man turned back to Dawn. "I'm sorry, Dawn. How can I make it up to you?"
A light went off in Buffy's yes and Buffy saw it. "Don't even think about it, munchkin."
"Spoilsport."
"Jailbait."
"vampire who-"
"Ladies, lets not start this again."
Dawn stuck her tongue out at her sister and turned back to Xander. "Here you go." she presented the package to him. Xander took the box and examined it eagerly. "What is it?"
"Open it, silly."
Dawn was watching him with an expectant look on her face, so he obliged her. Grabbing the lid with both hands, he lifted it clear of the package and beheld his gift.
"It's a shirt." It was indeed, a black t-shirt, sporting a dark red visage of a demons skull, with several pairs of teeth jutting downward sharply.
'Like it?"
"Oh, its.. Uh, great."
Dawns smile grew even more. "I picked it out myself. Now you can be like that punisher guy in your comics punisher. You already look like him. Now you can dress like him, but with more of a demon-slayery look."
'"Hey, I'm the only demon slayer in this house." Buffy sounded indignant.
"And I wouldn't dream of trying to take the title away from you." Xander smiled at Dawn. 'Thanks for the gift Dawnmeister."
"Willow put a spell on it." Dawn blurted out.
Xander immediately felt worried. "Um, okay that was an interesting segue. " He sighed. "I know I'm going to regret this but, what kind of spell?"
"I can explain that one." The redhead in question answered , having overheard the conversation from where she sat debating with Giles. She made her way over the small gathering by the couch. "Dawn, Buffy and me were all talking about how you're always getting into trouble, so we came up with this." She pointed at the shirt in his hand. 'It's a basics protecting spell with a few modifications. It provides a decent level of protection against vampires, cleans easily, repairs itself, and can even stop bullets." She stared sternly at her friend. "Not that this is an invitation to go out and get yourself shot!"
The Zeppo held his hands up in a peaceful gesture. 'Relax Will's. I have no intention and getting myself shot."
"Good." The Wiccan seemed satisfied. "This should help you keep out of trouble, or at least protect you if you go getting into any."
"My own personal girl protection squad. "Xander's eyes lit up again. "Now that's REALLY kinky."
As one, the girls looked at him with wicked smiles and pulled grabbed pillows.
"Oooh, pillow fight." Xander of course is not known for his intelligence.
"Ouch, ow, ah!" Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, Xander quickly leaped up from his seat, shirt clenched firmly in hand, and beat a hasty retreat from the room. "I'm just gonna go try this on."
"Vicious women." he muttered to himself as he made his way into the kitchen. Raising the t-shirt in front of him he examined it more carefully. "Hmm, its not really my style…. Still…." He slipped the shirt on over his black long-sleeved and walked over to the fridge to grab a drink.
It was then that he saw a flicker of movement through the window. It wasn't unusual to see movement outside but for some reason Xander's senses set off warning bells inside his head. He moved to the side of the window and peered out into the darkness.
Someone was definitely out there, and they seemed to be waiting.
shit!
Years of surviving on the hellmouth left Xander with honed reflexes and they kicked into overdrive. Forgetting about his drink, he shot out the kitchen doors and into the living room. Ignoring the startled exclamations from the others he made his way to the front window and peered out carefully.
There were several more men out front. And one of them was in the process of training a high-powered rifle at the occupants in the living room.
"Duck." he cried, leaping onto Buffy and Dawn who were standing nearby and shoving them to the floor, just as the sound of gunfire shattered the silent night. The bullet whizzed over their heads and slammed into the far wall.
Xander glanced up to see that Giles had grabbed behaved much the same as he had, grabbing Willow and Joyce and keeping them low to the carpet. Oz was in the corner, also crouched below the gunman's line of sight.
As he lay there on the ground, surrounded by his besieged friends, listening to their heartbeats, something went off in his mind. He knew what is was immediately, the military knowledge and experience he had obtained from his Halloween stint as a soldier was being called to the forefront, stirred by the combat conditions he was being thrust into.
He motioned to Giles, using an easy to understand hand signals. Giles seemed to understand the message, nodding once and began making his way to the weapons chest. Buffy, having also recovered, hurried to join her watcher.
Xander motioned Dawn over to her mother and then rose up into a crouching position. He made a beeline for the backdoor, knowing the point of entry would most likely be there. Keeping low to avoid being spotted, he made it to the kitchen just as the backdoor swung open. He dodged to the side and hid behind the door, watching as a man clothed all in black appeared, a ski mask covering his face.
Xander tensed and waited as the intruder moved slowly through the doorway, the barrel of a pump-action shotgun coming into view.
Xander acted without thinking. As soon as the man cleared the doorway he stepped forward. His hand shot out like a bullet, grabbing the barrel and thrusting it up and away from the intruders line of fire. Stepping out in front of the stunned killer, his other hand stuck hard and fast, palm flat, fingers clenched, smashing the victims nose and driving his nose bone up and into his brain. He didn't even have a chance the yell out in surprise.
Xander stood there for a moment, shotgun gripped tightly in his hands, shocked into immobility by what he had just done. He hadn't ever killed a human before, and never had a desire to do so. But that's not what stunned him, it was the smooth and flawless way in which he had done it. It was if he had done it before, enough times to become good at it, really good.
Xander quickly shook those thoughts from his mind. There would be time to think through all this later, when everyone was safe. As if to emphasize this point, he caught sight of several more men moving around the side, toward his position. He quickly searched the corpse in front of him, retrieving a serrated knife, silenced handgun and a number of clips. He pocketed these and quickly moved back and away from the opening.
"You, check in there. I'll go around front." Voices from outside. The young man shouldered his shotgun and pulled the silenced pistol from his belt. As the new intruder cleared the doorway he snapped off one quick shot, placing a round cleanly between the eyes. The dead man slumped to the floor beside his comrade with a dull thud.
Deciding it was time to get back to the others, Xander dodged out into the hallway and back into the living room, moving as quickly as he could. Upon entering the room he turned to address Giles. There are at least seven men, well armed. I got two of them. The others seem to be heading for the front, so we gotta get moving." He motioned with the pistol. "You know how to use one of these things.?" The watched nodded so he tossed him the gun and the clips had had retrieved.
To his side he saw that Buffy was loading up with as many weapons as she could carry. He briefly thought about mentioning to Buffy that stakes weren't the best weapons to use against armed men. But he wisely decided against it. The slayer looked royally pissed so he didn't think she'd have much trouble with these guys. She had a crossbow anyhow.
He motioned to Oz and tossed him the shotgun. "Just point,, shoot, then pump the action. Rinse and repeat." He turned his attention on the group. 'Lets go."
The group moved quickly and quietly through the house, making it to the kitchen without incident. Dawn and Joyce let out startled gasps when they saw the two bodies slumped by the door. Even Willow and Buffy looked a bit strangely at Xander. He ignored their gazes and motioned to the door. "Mrs. Summers, you and Dawn go first, with me. Giles, take your group out next. We make for the cars. If we get separated, meet up at the police station.
He took one last look at those around him. "We've come too far to go out now.." He stepped toward the door and retrieved an assault rifle from the second corpse and glanced outside, motioning Joyce and Dawn over. "Now, move!"
The three figures shot out into the night, moving with speed around the side of the house, toward Xander's waiting car. They made it there without being spotted and Xander unlocked the doors, shoving the two women inside. He turned and looked back to the door, waiting for the other group to move out. He saw Oz stick his head out, then start forward.
What he saw next made his blood freeze. Another man clad in black was coming around the other side of the house, behind Oz. Xander had no choice, he raised his assault rifle, just as the other man aimed his weapon, and let loose a burst, the sound echoed a millisecond later by the killers own blast. The man clutched his gut and collapsed back against the house.
It mattered little though, the damage was done. The killers burst had struck the guitar player squarely in the back. He dropped to the ground and lay unmoving, three dark red splotches visible on his shirt.
"OOOOOOZZZZZZ!!!!!!" The cry broke the night, and Xander recognized the voice as Willows. His heart went out to his friend, but he knew their cover was blown.
He quickly spun around and leveled his gun out in front of the house, opening up on the men standing their. He scored two clean hits before the men zeroed his position and started volleys of their own.
"Guys, get moving.!" He shouted the warning out as he rolled away from the gunfire. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a black van pull up on the side of the road. "Oh great, reinforcements." The side doors of the van swung open and gun barrels stuck out. A split second later the nights silence was forever shattered by the constant fire being directed at the kitchen doorway.
The Zeppo trained his aim on the newcomers and peppered the area around the doors with automatic fire, trying to keep them clear long enough for the others to make a break. He couldn't get a good shot though, the angle obscuring his aim on the shooters.
It was then that he saw something that would forever stay ingrained in his mind. From the vans doors, a long cylindrical object emerged, trained on the house. Xander new as soon as he saw it that it was a rocket launcher
"GUY'S GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE NOW!"
He heard Buffy's voice next "XANDER GET MY MOM AND SISTER OUT OF HERE!"
"I WON'T LEAVE YOU!" And he was determined not to. Unfortunately the choice was taken away from him.
A gout of fire erupted from the launcher and the rocket shot from the barrel. Xander viewed it all, his gaze focused on the RPG as it sailed through the night. It all happened in slow motion, the airborne missile slammed through the front window, sending glass shattering outward. There was brief pause.
And then the house exploded. The windows and doors blew outward as gouts of flame enveloped the house, the concussion tearing apart the walls as if they were tissue paper. A detached part of Xander's brain coldly noted that they must have used a modified RPG, since typical ordnance shouldn't have done that kind of damage.
As soon as it had happened, it was over, and the world leaped back into motion around him, the sounds tiny explosions assaulting his ears, accompanied by the nauseating smell of cooked meat.
End part 1
So, ya like?
Authors end notes: If any of the weapons information in here is incorrect, I apologize. Like I said I know a bit about such things, and I'm trying my best.
Disclaimer: Me and Fox own the rights to BTVS and its characters, marvel comics owns the right to the punisher, from which this story will follow to an extent.
Rating: R for extreme violence and mature themes.
Category: Action/Angst/Drama
Summary: What do you do when everything you know and love is stolen from you? Xander Harris is about to face this question and a certain firm will learn that there are some people you just don't cross.
Feedback: Why Certainly.
AN: Forgive me people. I tried to let this one just go away but it wouldn't leave.
********
Xander sat back in his seat, content to watch his friends as they chatted happily away. The entire gang was there in the Summers household, to celebrate the start of college for Buffy, Willow and Oz. Mrs. Summers seemed somewhat disappointed to hear that he wasn't attending, but he had explained the situation, or some of it anyway. College just wasn't for him. He had never been big with the academics and he really felt there was something better he could do with his life. College just wasn't for everyone after all. She understood. To be honest he wasn't really sure what it was he wanted to do for a living. He thought he might try his hand at construction. It paid well, good hours and it didn't require rocket science. The future certainly was looking bright.
And that was the problem.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
He glanced up from his quiet musing to find a beautiful blonde staring down at him with a concerned expression.
"Oh, hey Buff. What's up?"
Buffy tossed a look over her shoulder. "Willow and Giles somehow got into a discussion of ancient demon mythology and strangely enough my mom seems interested. SO not my thing. And Oz is being his usual self" She plopped down next to him and sighed. "I noticed you over here being all quiet and got concerned. It's not like you to be so silent."
"I do have my moments you know." Xander replied, acting somewhat offended.
"I know, I know." Buffy placated her friend. "You just seemed a little… I don't know… like you could use a friendly ear."
"I'm touched."
"Be serious," the slayer chided, grabbing a pillow from the top of the sofa and whacking him with it.
"Okay, okay, don't hurt me I'll be good."
"Darn straight you will." Buffy lowered the pillow. "Now make with the talky, what's up?"
"You win." Xander sighed, "I've just been thinking about things, life in general."
Buffy nodded and motioned for him to continue.
"It's just that… everything's changing. High school's over, you guys are off to college and I'm about to go out into the working world. And that's all great and everything…" he paused, as if searching for the words.
"But.." Buffy prompted.
"But…I'm worried, worried that all this is going to end, that you guys will be too busy with college and me with work… we'll just stop hanging out."
"Oh Xan." Buffy leaned over and put her arm around him, pulling him close. "You know I love you. I don't want this to end anymore then you do, and I have no intention of letting it. We're still gonna hang out."
Xander stared into her eyes. "Promise?"
"Just try and keep me away."
Xander leaned over and pulled her into a hug. "Thanks Buff."
"Ah, icky boy germs!" Buffy made a brief show of trying to break away.
"Get a room you two!"
The young blonde threw a glare at her sister, who was standing in front of them making gagging noises. "Freak."
"Fashion victim."
"basket case."
"midget."
"Ladies, ladies, there's no need to fight. There's enough of me to go around."
Dawn of course blushed at this, while Buffy simply smacked him upside the head.
"Hey, OW!" The young man wiggled his eyes at his friend, "And kinky."
This time it was Buffy who blushed.
"Are you two done yet, cause I want to talk to Xander."
"What can I do for you Dawn patrol?" It was then he noticed that dawn has a package in her hand.
"Well actually its something I can do for you." Xander gave her a weird look and she became flushed. "Uh, what I mean is I got something for you, sort of good luck in the workplace gift."
"Ooh, prezzies." Xander rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Where is it, what is it, how much did it cost?"
"Xander!" The slayer admonished her friend. "You don't ask how much a gift cost!"
"Why not?"
The pillow came out again.
"Alright, alright, jeez! Abusive much?" The young man turned back to Dawn. "I'm sorry, Dawn. How can I make it up to you?"
A light went off in Buffy's yes and Buffy saw it. "Don't even think about it, munchkin."
"Spoilsport."
"Jailbait."
"vampire who-"
"Ladies, lets not start this again."
Dawn stuck her tongue out at her sister and turned back to Xander. "Here you go." she presented the package to him. Xander took the box and examined it eagerly. "What is it?"
"Open it, silly."
Dawn was watching him with an expectant look on her face, so he obliged her. Grabbing the lid with both hands, he lifted it clear of the package and beheld his gift.
"It's a shirt." It was indeed, a black t-shirt, sporting a dark red visage of a demons skull, with several pairs of teeth jutting downward sharply.
'Like it?"
"Oh, its.. Uh, great."
Dawns smile grew even more. "I picked it out myself. Now you can be like that punisher guy in your comics punisher. You already look like him. Now you can dress like him, but with more of a demon-slayery look."
'"Hey, I'm the only demon slayer in this house." Buffy sounded indignant.
"And I wouldn't dream of trying to take the title away from you." Xander smiled at Dawn. 'Thanks for the gift Dawnmeister."
"Willow put a spell on it." Dawn blurted out.
Xander immediately felt worried. "Um, okay that was an interesting segue. " He sighed. "I know I'm going to regret this but, what kind of spell?"
"I can explain that one." The redhead in question answered , having overheard the conversation from where she sat debating with Giles. She made her way over the small gathering by the couch. "Dawn, Buffy and me were all talking about how you're always getting into trouble, so we came up with this." She pointed at the shirt in his hand. 'It's a basics protecting spell with a few modifications. It provides a decent level of protection against vampires, cleans easily, repairs itself, and can even stop bullets." She stared sternly at her friend. "Not that this is an invitation to go out and get yourself shot!"
The Zeppo held his hands up in a peaceful gesture. 'Relax Will's. I have no intention and getting myself shot."
"Good." The Wiccan seemed satisfied. "This should help you keep out of trouble, or at least protect you if you go getting into any."
"My own personal girl protection squad. "Xander's eyes lit up again. "Now that's REALLY kinky."
As one, the girls looked at him with wicked smiles and pulled grabbed pillows.
"Oooh, pillow fight." Xander of course is not known for his intelligence.
"Ouch, ow, ah!" Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, Xander quickly leaped up from his seat, shirt clenched firmly in hand, and beat a hasty retreat from the room. "I'm just gonna go try this on."
"Vicious women." he muttered to himself as he made his way into the kitchen. Raising the t-shirt in front of him he examined it more carefully. "Hmm, its not really my style…. Still…." He slipped the shirt on over his black long-sleeved and walked over to the fridge to grab a drink.
It was then that he saw a flicker of movement through the window. It wasn't unusual to see movement outside but for some reason Xander's senses set off warning bells inside his head. He moved to the side of the window and peered out into the darkness.
Someone was definitely out there, and they seemed to be waiting.
shit!
Years of surviving on the hellmouth left Xander with honed reflexes and they kicked into overdrive. Forgetting about his drink, he shot out the kitchen doors and into the living room. Ignoring the startled exclamations from the others he made his way to the front window and peered out carefully.
There were several more men out front. And one of them was in the process of training a high-powered rifle at the occupants in the living room.
"Duck." he cried, leaping onto Buffy and Dawn who were standing nearby and shoving them to the floor, just as the sound of gunfire shattered the silent night. The bullet whizzed over their heads and slammed into the far wall.
Xander glanced up to see that Giles had grabbed behaved much the same as he had, grabbing Willow and Joyce and keeping them low to the carpet. Oz was in the corner, also crouched below the gunman's line of sight.
As he lay there on the ground, surrounded by his besieged friends, listening to their heartbeats, something went off in his mind. He knew what is was immediately, the military knowledge and experience he had obtained from his Halloween stint as a soldier was being called to the forefront, stirred by the combat conditions he was being thrust into.
He motioned to Giles, using an easy to understand hand signals. Giles seemed to understand the message, nodding once and began making his way to the weapons chest. Buffy, having also recovered, hurried to join her watcher.
Xander motioned Dawn over to her mother and then rose up into a crouching position. He made a beeline for the backdoor, knowing the point of entry would most likely be there. Keeping low to avoid being spotted, he made it to the kitchen just as the backdoor swung open. He dodged to the side and hid behind the door, watching as a man clothed all in black appeared, a ski mask covering his face.
Xander tensed and waited as the intruder moved slowly through the doorway, the barrel of a pump-action shotgun coming into view.
Xander acted without thinking. As soon as the man cleared the doorway he stepped forward. His hand shot out like a bullet, grabbing the barrel and thrusting it up and away from the intruders line of fire. Stepping out in front of the stunned killer, his other hand stuck hard and fast, palm flat, fingers clenched, smashing the victims nose and driving his nose bone up and into his brain. He didn't even have a chance the yell out in surprise.
Xander stood there for a moment, shotgun gripped tightly in his hands, shocked into immobility by what he had just done. He hadn't ever killed a human before, and never had a desire to do so. But that's not what stunned him, it was the smooth and flawless way in which he had done it. It was if he had done it before, enough times to become good at it, really good.
Xander quickly shook those thoughts from his mind. There would be time to think through all this later, when everyone was safe. As if to emphasize this point, he caught sight of several more men moving around the side, toward his position. He quickly searched the corpse in front of him, retrieving a serrated knife, silenced handgun and a number of clips. He pocketed these and quickly moved back and away from the opening.
"You, check in there. I'll go around front." Voices from outside. The young man shouldered his shotgun and pulled the silenced pistol from his belt. As the new intruder cleared the doorway he snapped off one quick shot, placing a round cleanly between the eyes. The dead man slumped to the floor beside his comrade with a dull thud.
Deciding it was time to get back to the others, Xander dodged out into the hallway and back into the living room, moving as quickly as he could. Upon entering the room he turned to address Giles. There are at least seven men, well armed. I got two of them. The others seem to be heading for the front, so we gotta get moving." He motioned with the pistol. "You know how to use one of these things.?" The watched nodded so he tossed him the gun and the clips had had retrieved.
To his side he saw that Buffy was loading up with as many weapons as she could carry. He briefly thought about mentioning to Buffy that stakes weren't the best weapons to use against armed men. But he wisely decided against it. The slayer looked royally pissed so he didn't think she'd have much trouble with these guys. She had a crossbow anyhow.
He motioned to Oz and tossed him the shotgun. "Just point,, shoot, then pump the action. Rinse and repeat." He turned his attention on the group. 'Lets go."
The group moved quickly and quietly through the house, making it to the kitchen without incident. Dawn and Joyce let out startled gasps when they saw the two bodies slumped by the door. Even Willow and Buffy looked a bit strangely at Xander. He ignored their gazes and motioned to the door. "Mrs. Summers, you and Dawn go first, with me. Giles, take your group out next. We make for the cars. If we get separated, meet up at the police station.
He took one last look at those around him. "We've come too far to go out now.." He stepped toward the door and retrieved an assault rifle from the second corpse and glanced outside, motioning Joyce and Dawn over. "Now, move!"
The three figures shot out into the night, moving with speed around the side of the house, toward Xander's waiting car. They made it there without being spotted and Xander unlocked the doors, shoving the two women inside. He turned and looked back to the door, waiting for the other group to move out. He saw Oz stick his head out, then start forward.
What he saw next made his blood freeze. Another man clad in black was coming around the other side of the house, behind Oz. Xander had no choice, he raised his assault rifle, just as the other man aimed his weapon, and let loose a burst, the sound echoed a millisecond later by the killers own blast. The man clutched his gut and collapsed back against the house.
It mattered little though, the damage was done. The killers burst had struck the guitar player squarely in the back. He dropped to the ground and lay unmoving, three dark red splotches visible on his shirt.
"OOOOOOZZZZZZ!!!!!!" The cry broke the night, and Xander recognized the voice as Willows. His heart went out to his friend, but he knew their cover was blown.
He quickly spun around and leveled his gun out in front of the house, opening up on the men standing their. He scored two clean hits before the men zeroed his position and started volleys of their own.
"Guys, get moving.!" He shouted the warning out as he rolled away from the gunfire. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a black van pull up on the side of the road. "Oh great, reinforcements." The side doors of the van swung open and gun barrels stuck out. A split second later the nights silence was forever shattered by the constant fire being directed at the kitchen doorway.
The Zeppo trained his aim on the newcomers and peppered the area around the doors with automatic fire, trying to keep them clear long enough for the others to make a break. He couldn't get a good shot though, the angle obscuring his aim on the shooters.
It was then that he saw something that would forever stay ingrained in his mind. From the vans doors, a long cylindrical object emerged, trained on the house. Xander new as soon as he saw it that it was a rocket launcher
"GUY'S GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE NOW!"
He heard Buffy's voice next "XANDER GET MY MOM AND SISTER OUT OF HERE!"
"I WON'T LEAVE YOU!" And he was determined not to. Unfortunately the choice was taken away from him.
A gout of fire erupted from the launcher and the rocket shot from the barrel. Xander viewed it all, his gaze focused on the RPG as it sailed through the night. It all happened in slow motion, the airborne missile slammed through the front window, sending glass shattering outward. There was brief pause.
And then the house exploded. The windows and doors blew outward as gouts of flame enveloped the house, the concussion tearing apart the walls as if they were tissue paper. A detached part of Xander's brain coldly noted that they must have used a modified RPG, since typical ordnance shouldn't have done that kind of damage.
As soon as it had happened, it was over, and the world leaped back into motion around him, the sounds tiny explosions assaulting his ears, accompanied by the nauseating smell of cooked meat.
End part 1
So, ya like?
Authors end notes: If any of the weapons information in here is incorrect, I apologize. Like I said I know a bit about such things, and I'm trying my best.