Buffy Summers, The Slayer, was dead.

Well not really but she felt it. She had been awake for the past week with yet a mere three hours of sleep. But that was not why she was so fatigued but it was one reason of it. She had spent the whole week chasing down a cult of demons who skinned people. The real live Texas Chainsaw Massacre in Sunnydale, the home of the Hellmouth. She had been fighting them all week and they had killed already twenty-three people before she had exterminated them all. She was now walking to Giles's house, her unofficial Watcher, (she had quit the Watcher's Council just before she had killed the mayor in her graduating year.) her arm was broken and her shoulder dislocated and the demons had ripped her body to shreds. She was amazed she even had any clothes on. She had a giant gash that came from the back of her ankle to the top of the back of her knee so she walked in great pain and with a limp.

"I'm not even close to Giles's house" Buffy though. "I wish I had brought Riley." Riley was Buffy's boyfriend and he was a traitor to a government installation called the Initiative. But she knew he would have been in the way if he had come because he was injured from an encounter from the Initiative a few days ago.

She froze. She heard rustling in the bush's, "Great, I'm in the forest late at night and extremely injured with both Adam the insane Terminator demon and the Initiative after me." Buffy thought to herself. She broke out into a run towards the clearing. Her running sent giant bolts of pain up her leg and through her whole body that would have caused any normal person to faint. But one thing kept her going until even her Slayer powers couldn't even take the pain, the will to live.

Buffy fell, her mind wanted to go, to run but her body could not. An electrical gun of the Initiative had just hit her. She looked up and before she even saw where the shock came from another force of electricity racked her body making her scream in agonizing pain. Her throbbing body and her extreme injuries had made her roll. She looked up into a covered Commando's face and saw the gun load and fire. Buffy was unconscious.

If she had not had her supernatural powers two of those guns charges would have killed her and the three that had hit her had put her, the Slayer, at the verge of death. She lay there barely breathing and bleeding all over from her re-opened cuts as a soldier picked her small, skinny, limp body up and carried her to an awaiting armoured truck.

"Where is she" cried out the red-headed Wiccan. "Willow calm down, I don't know, but I am getting worried. She hasn't reported to me since this morning." The Watcher looked up at the clock, it was 10:37pm. "That's it I'm tired of waiting. I'm not just going to sit here and wait let's go find her." Yelled the usually funny-at-the-wrong-moment voice that could only be Xander, but he was dead serious. "But Xander, that means you could get hurt and then we couldn't do, you know." Anya, Xander's ex-demon girlfriend said, making a circle with one hand and jutting her other hand's index finger into it. "I don't care I'm going." Xander got up "Then I'm going to." Willow stood up. "Wait let's not be ration… What the Hell let's go." Stated Giles. "Fine" whimpered Anya. They left Giles's apartment to search for Buffy.