REPRECUSSIONS
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CHAPTER 27-HELL ON EARTH
"Where is agent Finn, where is my wife," Riley demanded angrily as he stormed back and forth inside of the small cell that Robin and Andrew were still being held in, glaring at both as if they had made her disappear themselves.
"I don't know…," Andrew quickly replied with a timid and scared look on his face as he hunched down onto the cot and tried his best to appear as small as possible.
"Look, neither one of us have ever met your wife, let alone done anything with her, and if she's as good of an agent as you're claiming then I don't see how either one of us could have done anything to her, even if we wanted to," Robin added with a nervous but calm expression on his face as he stood up and ignored the angry glares from the two armed guards stationed in the cells doorway.
"A plausible story…except that the two of you have been seen in the company of one Willow Rosenberg, a young woman who is a very powerful witch and a close friend of a certain petite blonde slayer, with a pension for falling in love with the worst possible…," Riley began again, this time letting the scorn that he felt for those that he was describing show through as plain as day.
"Buffy…," Robin interrupted as he finished Riley's train of thought, his countenance growing ever darker by the moment.
"Yes Buffy…the slayer that used to be locked in a room with ass…Spike, until several minutes ago when they somehow escaped, along with some of Buffy's old friends…," Riley stated with a cold and stern frown on his face as he clasped his hands together behind his back and proceeded to continue pacing.
"Not anymore…they're not her best friends anymore, not after they voted her out as leader…they kicked her out of her own house," Andrew jumped in with a very sad and regretful look on his face as he reached up and wiped away an imaginary tear, an attempt to further express his feelings on the subject.
"And that's when she hooked up with that…monster…," Robin declared, his voice full of anger at the vampire that killed his mother.
"But then Angel and his friends came and…," Andrew started to chime in before a beautiful young blonde woman came crashing through the wall, acting as if the wall was in her way.
"Who the hell are you," Robin asked with a startled look on his face as he quickly backed away from the young woman, who was busy taking the time to shake the dust out of her hair.
"My name is the great and wonderful Glory, but if you're going to worship me then you should learn to address me as Glorificus," Glory replied with a carefree smile on her face, acting as if the heavily armed Initiative guards weren't even there, before she looked up and smiled. It was the last sight that either of the two guards would ever see as she rushed forward, ducked underneath the barrels of their guns and drove her fists through their chests, killing them both instantly.
"Just hold on Sam…," Buffy pleaded with a scared look on her face as she did her best to carry the injured Sam through the hallways of the hospital and away from the combined army of the harbingers and the ubervampires. Spike and Angel had worked together to clear a path for Buffy from the parked hummer to the nearest unlocked door of the hospital. Angel had initially tried to take point, but given the series of battles that he had already been through he was not able to hold the line for long. Spike took over the lead with a small smirk on his face. He held the line well for a few minutes before he to was forced to fall back and assume a much more defensive fight than he wanted. Finally Angel and Spike had been forced to admit defeat and make a nearly suicidal charge towards the hospital door that Buffy had taken Sam through.
"That was close," Spike joked with a serious scowl on his face as he slammed the door shut behind him, allowing Angel to momentarily slump up against the nearest wall and rest a bit.
"To close, that door won't hold them for long," Angel shot back with at first a half smile on his face before his countenance became much darker and his tone serious.
"It'll last long enough for us to not be here when they bust through it," Spike countered before he coughed on all of the dust that they had kicked up, even though in truth it was more out of a long since dead reflex than any actual need.
"Only if our luck changes, where's Buffy," Angel asked with an impatient and hurried look on his face as he pushed off of the wall and helped Spike to hurriedly block the door.
"Here…Sam's not doing so good," Buffy called out, partially with a sense of relief that both Spike and Angel had managed to make it inside, before she materialized out of the darkness, scythe still firmly in hand and smelling very strongly of Sam's blood.
"We need to get her out of here," Angel answered quickly with a grim expression on his face as he dashed past Buffy and began to check the knob of every door, searching for the one that Xander and the others had used.
"You think of that all by yourself Peaches," Spike cracked with an impish smile on his face as he took a step back away from the outer door and turned to see the effects of his words.
"Shut up Spike," Buffy groaned with an annoyed scowl on her face before she turned around and headed back into the darkness, leaving Spike to groan in dismay and shake his head.
"Alright Willow, let's go through this one more time, who is this Adam," Wesley asked patiently as he paused a couple of times to collect his breath and strength.
"What Wes over here means Will is…other than looking like the love child of a toaster and the village idiot…who is this guy," Faith added with a sly grin on her face as he pulled her hand back away from Wesley and hopped up onto the counter, making sure to lean forward just enough for Wesley to get a good view out of the corner of his eyes.
"Bad news, major bad news…Buffy couldn't do anything against him, no matter what she tried," Willow replied with a skittish and scared look on her face as she began to shake ever so slightly. Oz silently stepped up beside Willow and nervously put an arm around her.
"Okay…so he's tough," Connor interjected with a serious yet not overly concerned frown on his face as he began to pace back and forth in the far corner of the room, his weapon never leaving his side.
"Tough…that's like the understatement of the millennia…, it took everyone combined to bring Adam down the last time, I can still remember when Buffy came home after that, she wasn't the same for weeks, she slept so much afterwards that for a time I started calling her sleeping beauty," Dawn stated with a very nervous expression on her face as she slowly made her way over to where Faith and Wesley were sitting, using the counter to hold herself still.
"Sorry to be the fly in the ointment here folks but…so far I'm not getting the heebie jeebies about that big mutha on the…," Faith began to joke with a dry smile on her face, as she looked around the room, before she was interrupted.
"Television screen…," Adam stated with an emotionless smile on his face as he stormed through the doorway, inevitably making a new one, before everyone in the room froze, as Faith's dry smile died on her lips.
"Mr. Giles…shouldn't they have been back by now…it's almost morning," Vi asked with a very nervous look on her face as she shuffled her way up towards Giles, who sat at the kitchen table with numerous notebooks scattered all over its surface.
"I'm sure that everyone is perfectly alright Vi, if they weren't we would have heard something," Giles replied with a reassuring smile on his face even though in his heart he was beginning to get worried and over the last two hours he had been writing out in length all of the possibilities that had filtered into his head about what could have happened.
"But what if something happened to them and…they couldn't get to a phone, they've been gone to long," Vi continued with a very concerned look on her face as it seemed that she was about to tear up at any moment.
"It's been over twenty four hours Mr. Giles…something's gone wrong," Amy, a redheaded potential who had been almost constantly teased about her likeness to Willow, added with an unhappy expression on her face as she pulled out one of the chairs and sat down, staring bleary eyed at the arcane symbols on the pages of the large yellow notepads that Giles had been scribbling on.
"Vi…Amy, these things take time, Willow and the others probably stopped somewhere to rest and lost track of the time," Giles replied with a slightly uneasy look on his face as he took his glasses off and began to clean them.
"Is that what you know is going on…or are you just hoping that is what's keeping them," Alyssa, an older than she looked potential from Miami, asked impatiently as she walked into the kitchen, hiking up her jeans and pulling down hem of her shirt at the raised eyebrow that she received from Giles after setting foot into the room.
"J Lo's right," Amy joked with an impish grin on her face as she once again made a joke at Alyssa's expense, before the slightly older potential slapped her hard on the back of the head.
"Hey…just because I developed faster than you two shrinking violets don't…," Alyssa began in earnest with a very confrontational look on her face before Giles slammed the notebook that he had begun to continue to write in down on the table, garnering everyone's immediate and undivided attention.
"Sorry…," Vi and Amy mumbled together with scared looks on their faces before Vi stepped back into the shadows, receiving a sarcastic glare from Alyssa.
"You're forgiven, but the two of you must try and calm down a little, we shouldn't be jumping to conclusions about why Willow and the others haven't checked in yet, despite our personal fears," Giles added with a kind and sincere, yet very tired, look on his face as he slowly began to collect his things from the table.
"But once it's light out shouldn't we go and look for them, you said that those ubervampires can't go out during the day or they'll get fried, and I doubt that those harbingers have gotten any sun in…," Alyssa began to say with a slowly brightening smile on her face as she walked across the kitchen, heading for the island with the assortment of weapons on it.
"I don't think that would be wise Alyssa, even though the streets would be empty of the First's denizens I believe they are still far to dangerous for you or any of the other potentials," Giles interjected with a serious look on his face as he stood up from the table and turned around to face Alyssa.
"But," Alyssa started to argue with a persistent pout on her face as she crossed her arms and cocked her hips to one side.
"This is not open for discussion, our next course of action will be discussed and then decided up only after Willow and the others get back here safely," Giles stated sharply, as he cut Alyssa off in mid statement, before he walked out of the kitchen.
"You two know what I think…," Alyssa began to say with an unhappy scowl on her face as she slithered her jeans back down to their original position on her hips and arched her back forward to get the hem of her shirt back to its usual spot, well above her pierced navel.
"No…but I'm guessing that you'll tell us anyway," Vi mumbled with an annoyed and sarcastic frown on her face before she sighed deeply and slumped down into a seat next to a bored look Amy.
"I think that he's just scared…scared that he's been outthought by a bunch of teenaged girls," Alyssa continued, undaunted, with a rather pleased smile on her face before she walked the last few remaining steps to the island, picked up a two sided battle axe and triumphantly stepped out of the kitchen and onto the streets.
"Come on Wesley," Faith shouted over the din as the two scrambled, to the best of their abilities, over a sea of overturned tables and other rubble towards a door with a dark exit sign above it.
"I'm trying Faith, but it's hard getting a decent handhold with only one good arm," Wesley shot back with a slightly angry scowl on his face as he struggled to maintain his grip on the edge of one of the overturned tables.
"And who's fault is that," Faith exclaimed with her usual sarcasm dripping voice, but when Wesley shot her a dirty look he could see the beginnings of a smirk curling up the edges of her lips and the playful look in her eyes.
"Are you going to sit there all day and play let's make fun of the injured Englishman or are you actually going to help me," Wesley exclaimed with a somewhat angry frown on his face as he carefully stepped over a shattered skylight and cast a quick look back over his shoulder to check that Adam wasn't following them. After Adam had come crashing into the room everyone had split up and run for their lives, with Faith and Wesley being first out of the room and Connor and Oz being the last, mostly because of the formers want to try to fight Adam.
"Not sure yet, though right now just sitting here on my ass part is looking like a really good idea," Faith snickered back with a sly grin on her face before she rolled her eyes and grabbed Wesley's arm and pulled hard. His feet had barely touched the unbroken ground when Adam rounded the corner, looking pleased to have found them, like he had found a long lost buried treasure.
"Oh shit…," Faith exclaimed with a shocked look on her face as Adam looked over at them and then proceeded to take his first step forward into the sea of overturned tables and other debris.
"Shit, hmm…I am not familiar with that word, explain…," Adam asked with a slightly confused look on his face as he stopped momentarily to ponder the word.
"Okay…I'll explain…," Faith started to say, with a daring smile starting to spread itself across her face a little to easily, before Wesley threw his good arm around her waist and tried his best to pull her away.
"No Faith, he's to strong, don't let him bait you into a fight," Wesley sputtered out with a tired and weary expression on his face, as his left eye screamed for him to wipe the drops of sweat out of it.
"Lemme go Wes, this guy needs…," Faith grumbled with an angry frown on her face as she struggled against Wesley's grip.
"Is something that you don't have…Faith," Wesley continued to plead with a very concerned expression on his face before Faith unintentionally elbowed him directly in his injured shoulder and then in a moment of fitful anger she grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him up into the air off of her and over the counter at the nurses station. Instantly Faith's entire body went numb, she had acted in an instant, momentarily shutting down the feeling and thinking sections of her brain and operating solely on the instinctive part. Her heart very nearly seized up in her chest as the realization of her actions fully struck her.
"W…," Faith began to stutter out with a, for possibly the first time in her life, completely terrified look on her face before she felt a presence nearby and turned around. She turned just in time to catch sight of Adam as he reared back and backhanded her across the body, sending her up into the air in an almost carbon copy of Wesley's flight before she slammed headfirst into the counter at the nurse's station and then into the corner of a row of metal filing cabinets. She finally came to a rest in a heap beside Wesley on the floor.
"Pity…I expected better…," Adam stated in a carefree tone of voice before he turned away and stalked off down the hallway, leaving a bleeding and severely injured couple lying on the floor in an ever increasing dark pool of their own blood.
"We have to go back and look for them Willow," Dawn pleaded with a scared look on her face as Willow huffed and puffed and pushed Dawn in her wheelchair around a corner and into an examination room as a heavily armed Wolfram and Hart patrol rushed past.
"We can't Dawn, not with Adam running around loose somewhere," Willow protested with an equally scared look on her face as she began to close all of the room's curtains.
"You know Willow, if Adam's as strong as you've said then I highly doubt that closing the curtains is going to keep him out," Dawn stated with a slightly sarcastic frown on her face as she used a couple of stationary beds to pull herself further into the room and away from the door.
"I know but…Xander," Willow started to try to stutter out some plausible reply before Xander and Anya, carrying a cursing Kennedy between them, burst into the room through the doors on the other side of the room.
"Willow…Dawn," Xander gasped out with a relieved and surprised look on his face before Kennedy and Willow locked gazes and he let Kennedy go.
"Oh man…what happened," Dawn asked with a nervous look on her face as she took a deep breath while Kennedy and Willow rushed into a tight hug in the center of the room.
"Don't ask…," Xander replied with a tired look on his face as he leaned over and put his hands on his knees in an attempt to catch his breath.
"We found Buffy and Spike," Anya exclaimed with an excited and happy smile on her face, looking as if she would burst if she did not convey that little tidbit of information.
"Really…where are they," Dawn shouted with an ecstatic smile on her face as she pushed herself up in her chair and had she been able to stand up and walk around fully she undoubtedly would have been bouncing up and down.
"They stayed to fight those vampires with the funny name," Anya offered with a happy smile on her face before she cocked her head to one side and stared oddly at Willow and Dawn.
"Wait…where's everyone else, where's Robin…and Andrew," Willow asked with a suddenly very worried look on her face as she clasped hands with Kennedy and gently touched the side of her lovers nose.
"The Initiative got us…we needed Sam Finn's help to escape, but…," Xander began to answer with an unhappy frown on his face before he found that he could not say the rest and looked away.
"She's gawn…Rhona's dead," Kennedy stuttered out softly with a very guilty look on her face before she pulled away from Willow and hopped up onto one of the beds.
"Wha…no," Dawn squeaked with a very shocked and terrified look in her eyes as she slumped back in her chair and did her best to hold the tears back.
"That's…terrible, but we can't think about it right now…we have bigger problems," Willow slowly and patiently with a very serious look on her face as she intentionally avoided the gazes of everyone in the room save Dawn.
"We do…sorry Will but I'm not following you, what could possibly be bigger than Rhona dying or…," Xander began with a look of surprised disbelief on his face as he wasn't quite sure as to how Willow could appear so unaffected by the potentials death.
"Adam, Adam is bigger, he's back…I don't know how but he is, we barely got away, Dawn and I are hiding in here, Faith and Wesley are somewhere up above us, and Connor and Oz…," Willow replied with a look on her face that seemed to give way to the expectation that Xander would be angry with her as Willow cringed a bit and backed away from Xander and Anya.
"Damn…we need to," Xander started to say with a flabbergasted look on his face before the entire hospital shook, knocking them all off of their feet.
The hellmouth opened and the behemoth wasted little time as it slithered towards the portal, being led in earnest by the one that had thirsted for the slayers blood the longest. The vampire had unceasingly hurled curse after curse at the petite blonde slayer every day since the behemoth had found itself on other side of the hellmouth. The behemoth cared little what happened to the first slayer; as long as it was present to bear witness to her demise it would be happy. But the second slayer would be dealt with separately, and by the behemoth itself only. The behemoths companion had wanted to drain the second slayer as well but the behemoth would not allow it, wanting to crush her bones in its jaws rather than to see her drained. Neither worried much about either slayer as they squeezed through the portal and found themselves back in the real world.
"It begins," The Master stated with a very proud sneer on his face before he watched as the behemoth took off, crashing through walls of stone as if they were paper mache, heading straight for the hospital and its prey.
END OF CHAPTER 27