The Defense
By The Shadower
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, I don't own it, ect. Ect. That was a waste of time.
Distribution: I would be honored, but please tell me where so I can look it up there.
AN: Thanks to everyone for reviewing, personal responses should be posted at the end. I'm sorry I've been so late in updating this, I feel best writing late at night and my parents have just given me a bedtime, which is really inconvenient. I should be updating more regularly soon though.
Dedication: To Gemini-moon1, again, and to Akasha7, and to kitty- kat12. The new wave of AF writers who've brought the ship back to life. Thank you for inspiration and writing AF for me to read.
Feedback: No, I hate feedback, I prefer it when people buy bridges from me. George Bush is a genius and a hero. The sun doesn't rise in the morning.
Or to be clearer, yes I would appreciate feedback.
Chapter Two
Angel supposed that if he could breathe, he would have been panting. As it was he was struggling to remain running at this pace, but he needed to find Faith and find her fast. It was lucky, he mused, that he hadn't run into any more cops. He might have had to kill them, and he still didn't like killing humans, no matter how necessary it was.
He came to the building and stopped. Police were everywhere, but he couldn't find Wesley among them. Just as well, he supposed. He'd risked his friend's job enough for one day, and seeing Wesley would only serve to open old wounds.
Pushing away the memories that threatened to take over his brain, he began to search for a way into the barricaded ruin.
Faith clutched her wound, trying not to cry out at the pain. There wasn't any point to hiding out here much longer; the wound would make her unable to fight, and sooner or later they would find her.
She noticed a window and looked out. The street below was empty of people, cops or otherwise. Taking a deep breath, she hurled herself through the glass and onto the empty street...
And hit the pavement hard. Looking up she realized the street wasn't completely empty after all. There was a man standing there, and Faith almost gasped as she recognized his face...
Angel had been shocked to see Faith come through the window, and now he found he couldn't move. He simply stood and stared at the specter from a past he sometimes cared not to remember.
The doctor was bald, clad in a white coat and very professional looking. He looked at his clipboard studiously for a moment, then up at the man sitting on his examining table.
"Good news, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce."
The voice was professional, having lost any hint of warmth it had once possessed.
"You will indeed live. There is almost no internal bleeding, and that which remains we can fix easily."
Wesley smiled slightly at this. He had too much internal bleeding, too much pain inside. So much pain that he'd allowed the fifth vampire to get the drop on him, because some part of him wanted to die, wanted it all to end. He'd taken out the other four like a good cop, but some corner of his mind had been hoping the fifth would kill him. Apparently no such look.
The doctor continued.
"But there is some bad news, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce. Some noticeable damage seems to have occurred to your spinal cord. I'm afraid we can't fix it."
Wesley looked at the doctor questioningly. Perhaps today would be the day he died after all.
The doctor responded to Wesley's stare:
"There shouldn't be any life threatening consequences, but I'm afraid you'll be confined to a wheelchair."
Wesley looked away, uncomfortable. Being in a wheelchair would make his job as a cop a lot harder. Tonelessly, he asked
"For how long?"
The doctor looked at him, with something like pity in his eyes.
"For the rest of your life."
So how good was it? Give me reviews! And here are responses to earlier reviews:
Gemini-moon1: Thank you for your support and inspiration in this.
Kitty-kat12: Wow, thanks. Actually we don't see Wes shoot Faith in chapter one, we never actually see it happen, just hear Faith make reference to it.
Maliek: Thanks.
Imzadi: Yes, I intend for this to be at least AF sympathetic and probably a LOT more. And thanks for the idea about Lindsey (I assume you meant Lindsey). I have no plans to include him yet, but I'm thinking about it if I can figure out how he fits in. As for Kate, I think I have an idea how I'm going to put her in so thanks for that idea too.
m: Glad you love AF. All will be told eventually, and I've got some ideas I'm really excited about.
Tp96: Glad you enjoyed it.
WingDing9:Glad you like AF. I have some interesting plans for how people are going to end up in this future, one person in particular.
clcountry: I'm happy you enjoyed it, thank you for reviewing. Wes should play an important part in upcoming events, so I'm glad you like his character.
Now get out there and REVIEW!
The Shadower
By The Shadower
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, I don't own it, ect. Ect. That was a waste of time.
Distribution: I would be honored, but please tell me where so I can look it up there.
AN: Thanks to everyone for reviewing, personal responses should be posted at the end. I'm sorry I've been so late in updating this, I feel best writing late at night and my parents have just given me a bedtime, which is really inconvenient. I should be updating more regularly soon though.
Dedication: To Gemini-moon1, again, and to Akasha7, and to kitty- kat12. The new wave of AF writers who've brought the ship back to life. Thank you for inspiration and writing AF for me to read.
Feedback: No, I hate feedback, I prefer it when people buy bridges from me. George Bush is a genius and a hero. The sun doesn't rise in the morning.
Or to be clearer, yes I would appreciate feedback.
Chapter Two
Angel supposed that if he could breathe, he would have been panting. As it was he was struggling to remain running at this pace, but he needed to find Faith and find her fast. It was lucky, he mused, that he hadn't run into any more cops. He might have had to kill them, and he still didn't like killing humans, no matter how necessary it was.
He came to the building and stopped. Police were everywhere, but he couldn't find Wesley among them. Just as well, he supposed. He'd risked his friend's job enough for one day, and seeing Wesley would only serve to open old wounds.
Pushing away the memories that threatened to take over his brain, he began to search for a way into the barricaded ruin.
Faith clutched her wound, trying not to cry out at the pain. There wasn't any point to hiding out here much longer; the wound would make her unable to fight, and sooner or later they would find her.
She noticed a window and looked out. The street below was empty of people, cops or otherwise. Taking a deep breath, she hurled herself through the glass and onto the empty street...
And hit the pavement hard. Looking up she realized the street wasn't completely empty after all. There was a man standing there, and Faith almost gasped as she recognized his face...
Angel had been shocked to see Faith come through the window, and now he found he couldn't move. He simply stood and stared at the specter from a past he sometimes cared not to remember.
The doctor was bald, clad in a white coat and very professional looking. He looked at his clipboard studiously for a moment, then up at the man sitting on his examining table.
"Good news, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce."
The voice was professional, having lost any hint of warmth it had once possessed.
"You will indeed live. There is almost no internal bleeding, and that which remains we can fix easily."
Wesley smiled slightly at this. He had too much internal bleeding, too much pain inside. So much pain that he'd allowed the fifth vampire to get the drop on him, because some part of him wanted to die, wanted it all to end. He'd taken out the other four like a good cop, but some corner of his mind had been hoping the fifth would kill him. Apparently no such look.
The doctor continued.
"But there is some bad news, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce. Some noticeable damage seems to have occurred to your spinal cord. I'm afraid we can't fix it."
Wesley looked at the doctor questioningly. Perhaps today would be the day he died after all.
The doctor responded to Wesley's stare:
"There shouldn't be any life threatening consequences, but I'm afraid you'll be confined to a wheelchair."
Wesley looked away, uncomfortable. Being in a wheelchair would make his job as a cop a lot harder. Tonelessly, he asked
"For how long?"
The doctor looked at him, with something like pity in his eyes.
"For the rest of your life."
So how good was it? Give me reviews! And here are responses to earlier reviews:
Gemini-moon1: Thank you for your support and inspiration in this.
Kitty-kat12: Wow, thanks. Actually we don't see Wes shoot Faith in chapter one, we never actually see it happen, just hear Faith make reference to it.
Maliek: Thanks.
Imzadi: Yes, I intend for this to be at least AF sympathetic and probably a LOT more. And thanks for the idea about Lindsey (I assume you meant Lindsey). I have no plans to include him yet, but I'm thinking about it if I can figure out how he fits in. As for Kate, I think I have an idea how I'm going to put her in so thanks for that idea too.
m: Glad you love AF. All will be told eventually, and I've got some ideas I'm really excited about.
Tp96: Glad you enjoyed it.
WingDing9:Glad you like AF. I have some interesting plans for how people are going to end up in this future, one person in particular.
clcountry: I'm happy you enjoyed it, thank you for reviewing. Wes should play an important part in upcoming events, so I'm glad you like his character.
Now get out there and REVIEW!
The Shadower