Chapter Thirteen:
Another Day
The night had seemed to take forever to end. Even after the Venacklondage had left. Toby wasn't highly trusted by anyone thus far--why should he?--and Angel needed to make certain Toby wouldn't go on a killing spree the moment his back was turned. So Toby was injected with a drug that made him go to sleep the moment he closed his eyes. When he woke up in the morning there were a couple of soldiers watching him sleep.
"What the hell?" Toby grumbled in a very groggy voice as he stared with bloodshot eyes at the two soldiers standing there, both of them with guns slung over their shoulders watching him. It took the half-sleeping body-builder a few moments to remember just where he was and what had happened in the last couple of days. Not enough had happened to him for him to fully wish he couldn't remember the last couple days, and, this is unfortunate for him, he would never get the chance to wish he didn't remember what had happened. He was appalled that he was considered a possible threat.
The soldiers did nothing to reply to him. All they did was stare at him. It was creeping him out.
Angel then walked in. He stood in front of the two soldiers. "Sorry about this," Angel apologized to Toby. "You have to understand that this is the Apocalypse and you just rolled into town…" Toby nodded his head and got out of bed. He was wearing camouflage pants and a white shirt. "I understand." He wasn't yet entirely awake and he would've said he understood anything Angel said. He then sighed. "I need to take a piss." He looked up at Angel. "You won't be watching me in there, would you?" Angel shook his head. "No." "Good. I don't want a bunch of perverts watching me respond to nature's call." Angel cracked a smile and chuckled.
"Where's the restroom?" Angel pointed at a patch of the ten that was brown instead of vanilla like the rest, and that patch was a flap. Toby went in there without another word.
He took a rather painful piss (he had gotten a urinary infection a day ago, and all of his pisses thus far had been exceedingly painful--sometimes to the point that he needed to bite into his lip to keep from screaming). He then made a note to get those pills before the day was over. He motioned to flush the toilet, but there was no flusher. He sighed. It was like an outhouse, of course there was no flusher.
He looked at his face in the mirror. It had been a week since he had shaved and it was quite obvious. He wrinkled his nose as the smell of the tent's material registered. He had never liked the smell of tents. The mirror was hanging from the tent. If there had been anything else--such as a sink and a razor and shaving cream--he would've taken care of his shaving problem.
"That's another thing you gotta take care of before the day's over Toby old bo--" Then Toby knew no more.
Meanwhile…
Toby--or something that looked like him, anyway--was following Angel and Lorne through the base fifteen minutes later. Angel had just gotten the message that Buffy needed to see him. She was at the medical tent.
He pushed through the flap and saw Gunn and Monique immediately. There were a few soldiers added to the roster of those in bed, now. Angel was thinking maybe Riley and some of his team were there, but none of the new people caught his eye--that is, except for the teenage girl on the furthest one from him. She didn't look too beat-up and would probably be out by the end of the day if she woke up before then.
Buffy was standing above the unconscious form of Ashley. She was looking at Angel and a tear had traveled down her face. Angel didn't need her to tell him what had happened for he already knew. Riley's team was dead and the tank was lost.
They hugged and Buffy kept herself from crying. Angel understood her pain; he had lost a love before. Even though Riley wasn't her current love, he was a past love.
"We didn't even find a trace of them," Buffy told him. Her voice cracked at the end. "Just a big hole… and her." Angel looked at the girl. The only survivor. And she barely had a scratch on her. Buffy then pulled away from him. Lorne tried to offer some comfort, but Buffy left. The thing that looked like Toby looked at the unconscious girl. It wondered if it was going to need to kill her.
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Hey, MorbidMan here. Sorry for such a short chapter. The next one will be longer, that I promise. I hope you liked this one despite the fact that it was oh so short. See you then.
" 'Time is on my side. Yes it is. Time is on my side. Yes it is. Now you always say that you wanna be free. But I'll come running back. I'll come running back to you!' " - Azazel singing a song "Fallen"
Another Day
The night had seemed to take forever to end. Even after the Venacklondage had left. Toby wasn't highly trusted by anyone thus far--why should he?--and Angel needed to make certain Toby wouldn't go on a killing spree the moment his back was turned. So Toby was injected with a drug that made him go to sleep the moment he closed his eyes. When he woke up in the morning there were a couple of soldiers watching him sleep.
"What the hell?" Toby grumbled in a very groggy voice as he stared with bloodshot eyes at the two soldiers standing there, both of them with guns slung over their shoulders watching him. It took the half-sleeping body-builder a few moments to remember just where he was and what had happened in the last couple of days. Not enough had happened to him for him to fully wish he couldn't remember the last couple days, and, this is unfortunate for him, he would never get the chance to wish he didn't remember what had happened. He was appalled that he was considered a possible threat.
The soldiers did nothing to reply to him. All they did was stare at him. It was creeping him out.
Angel then walked in. He stood in front of the two soldiers. "Sorry about this," Angel apologized to Toby. "You have to understand that this is the Apocalypse and you just rolled into town…" Toby nodded his head and got out of bed. He was wearing camouflage pants and a white shirt. "I understand." He wasn't yet entirely awake and he would've said he understood anything Angel said. He then sighed. "I need to take a piss." He looked up at Angel. "You won't be watching me in there, would you?" Angel shook his head. "No." "Good. I don't want a bunch of perverts watching me respond to nature's call." Angel cracked a smile and chuckled.
"Where's the restroom?" Angel pointed at a patch of the ten that was brown instead of vanilla like the rest, and that patch was a flap. Toby went in there without another word.
He took a rather painful piss (he had gotten a urinary infection a day ago, and all of his pisses thus far had been exceedingly painful--sometimes to the point that he needed to bite into his lip to keep from screaming). He then made a note to get those pills before the day was over. He motioned to flush the toilet, but there was no flusher. He sighed. It was like an outhouse, of course there was no flusher.
He looked at his face in the mirror. It had been a week since he had shaved and it was quite obvious. He wrinkled his nose as the smell of the tent's material registered. He had never liked the smell of tents. The mirror was hanging from the tent. If there had been anything else--such as a sink and a razor and shaving cream--he would've taken care of his shaving problem.
"That's another thing you gotta take care of before the day's over Toby old bo--" Then Toby knew no more.
Meanwhile…
Toby--or something that looked like him, anyway--was following Angel and Lorne through the base fifteen minutes later. Angel had just gotten the message that Buffy needed to see him. She was at the medical tent.
He pushed through the flap and saw Gunn and Monique immediately. There were a few soldiers added to the roster of those in bed, now. Angel was thinking maybe Riley and some of his team were there, but none of the new people caught his eye--that is, except for the teenage girl on the furthest one from him. She didn't look too beat-up and would probably be out by the end of the day if she woke up before then.
Buffy was standing above the unconscious form of Ashley. She was looking at Angel and a tear had traveled down her face. Angel didn't need her to tell him what had happened for he already knew. Riley's team was dead and the tank was lost.
They hugged and Buffy kept herself from crying. Angel understood her pain; he had lost a love before. Even though Riley wasn't her current love, he was a past love.
"We didn't even find a trace of them," Buffy told him. Her voice cracked at the end. "Just a big hole… and her." Angel looked at the girl. The only survivor. And she barely had a scratch on her. Buffy then pulled away from him. Lorne tried to offer some comfort, but Buffy left. The thing that looked like Toby looked at the unconscious girl. It wondered if it was going to need to kill her.
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Hey, MorbidMan here. Sorry for such a short chapter. The next one will be longer, that I promise. I hope you liked this one despite the fact that it was oh so short. See you then.
" 'Time is on my side. Yes it is. Time is on my side. Yes it is. Now you always say that you wanna be free. But I'll come running back. I'll come running back to you!' " - Azazel singing a song "Fallen"