Brennen quickly got to his feet and would have run into the flaming
building, had Jeese, Shal and Emma not instinctively reached for him at the
same time.
"Let go of me! That's my sister in there!" Brennen was struggling
against the group, and knew that eventually he would win.
"Listen: you don't know that. She could have gotten out. . . why
don't we call Adam and see if he's heard from her. By you rushing in after
her, you would only make the situation worse." Shalimar stood in front of
him and tried to calm him down by stroking his arm and smiling in a
sympathetic way.
Once the majority of the confused but scared dancers had gotten out,
Faith ran into the back [ there has to be a back way out of here – there
always is in these kinds of things.] frantically searching, Faith stumbled
on a trap door, not loving the idea of a stinky basement but not wanting to
die, she decided on a plan.
"Darling, where are you? Come on now, would your mother have wanted
this? She always thought we got along so nicely. Faith? Faith!" Crado
marched into the back room flanked by five cronies.
"Ah father, but that was before she found out you were a raging
psycho path." Faith stepped into the light and fearlessly faced her father.
[Okay, stay calm. . . breath . . . focus on the hate, use it] Crado backed
away when Faith's eyes started rolling, after all he had seen her do this
before. When she raised her eyes, they had a tint of orange and red to
them, turning swiftly, Crado managed to reach the front door as he heard
the explosion. Thrown forward, he stumbled and fell. Stirring slightly, he
noticed a group of others trying to fight their way into the building – or
rather one was and the other's were holding him back. Laughing slightly at
the sight, and hoping that this time she had killed herself, Crado left the
club.
[Great! Not even a week into the town and all ready I blew something
up] Faith crawled from below the club. At the last second, she had managed
to through the fireball at some alcohol and dive into the trap door,
slamming it behind her.
Picking her way through the wreckage and extinguishing any flames
left, Faith emerged to find Brennen fighting the rest of the Mutant X gang.
Very relieved to see that they had all made it out of there, she paused to
watch her brother.
"Brennen just breath man, Faith's all right! She's going to be alri-"But
Jesse dropped his sentence as Faith emerged from the smoldering club. She
was framed against an orange glow and Jesse couldn't help but gape, after
all – it had been a very long time since he had even the chance to like a
girl. Sure there was Emma and Shal, but he thought of them like sisters.
"Brennen, look!" Emma had followed Jesse's gaze and caught sight of
Faith. In an instant Brennen was at her side and hugging her.
"Hey, calm down. . .I- I can't breath!" Faith gasped for air as
Brennen released her, still keeping a hold on her arms.
"What the hell do you thing you're doing? You could have died! Taking
on Mark all by yourself!" Brennen's face was beat red as he tried to
contain his anger.
"Cool down. I've done it before. Look – remember the one thing that
used to scare Mark? It was fire. Whenever I had candles on, or even just
lit a match he would flip. Well he still hates fire – it's the one thing he
can't control and he hates it. . .therefore, he hates me." Faith looked sad
as she voiced the realization for the first time. [Sure he's an ass, and
sure he's crazy – but he is my father.]
Back at sanctuary, Adam listened to the story before busying himself with
some kind of lab work. "Faith, can you stay with me for a second, please?"
Faith nodded and waited for the rest of the group to leave until she asked:
"what's up?"
"Well, your power seems really advanced for your age. and it's
connected to you somehow." Adam was readying a needle as he spoke.
"Well yeah, it's connected to me because, you know, I've got the
power." Faith was eyeing the needle carefully – not being a huge fan of
them.
"Look, Jesse said your nails glowed orange with your powers, and you
said your eyes do too-"
"No. my entire eyes don't glow, just the tips. I think the stronger
the power that I am using. . . than the more my body changes." Faith was
still curious as to what this had to do with a needle.
"Still, I would like to do a few blood tests. If you don't mind."
Adam approached, and seeing no defensive stance, drew out a needle of
blood.
"God I hate needles!" Faith was rubbing her arm gently as she walked
into Brennen's room.
"Why'd he give you a needle?" carefully closing a small box, Brennen
sat up right.
"Blood or something. Listen, there's something we need to talk
about." Faith sounded apprehensive, and Brennen knew she was being dead
serious.
"Okay, what's up?"
Pausing slightly to relish in the fact that she was sitting beside
her brother, Faith delved into a topic she had avoided for the last two
years.
"Well, it's about mom. . ."
building, had Jeese, Shal and Emma not instinctively reached for him at the
same time.
"Let go of me! That's my sister in there!" Brennen was struggling
against the group, and knew that eventually he would win.
"Listen: you don't know that. She could have gotten out. . . why
don't we call Adam and see if he's heard from her. By you rushing in after
her, you would only make the situation worse." Shalimar stood in front of
him and tried to calm him down by stroking his arm and smiling in a
sympathetic way.
Once the majority of the confused but scared dancers had gotten out,
Faith ran into the back [ there has to be a back way out of here – there
always is in these kinds of things.] frantically searching, Faith stumbled
on a trap door, not loving the idea of a stinky basement but not wanting to
die, she decided on a plan.
"Darling, where are you? Come on now, would your mother have wanted
this? She always thought we got along so nicely. Faith? Faith!" Crado
marched into the back room flanked by five cronies.
"Ah father, but that was before she found out you were a raging
psycho path." Faith stepped into the light and fearlessly faced her father.
[Okay, stay calm. . . breath . . . focus on the hate, use it] Crado backed
away when Faith's eyes started rolling, after all he had seen her do this
before. When she raised her eyes, they had a tint of orange and red to
them, turning swiftly, Crado managed to reach the front door as he heard
the explosion. Thrown forward, he stumbled and fell. Stirring slightly, he
noticed a group of others trying to fight their way into the building – or
rather one was and the other's were holding him back. Laughing slightly at
the sight, and hoping that this time she had killed herself, Crado left the
club.
[Great! Not even a week into the town and all ready I blew something
up] Faith crawled from below the club. At the last second, she had managed
to through the fireball at some alcohol and dive into the trap door,
slamming it behind her.
Picking her way through the wreckage and extinguishing any flames
left, Faith emerged to find Brennen fighting the rest of the Mutant X gang.
Very relieved to see that they had all made it out of there, she paused to
watch her brother.
"Brennen just breath man, Faith's all right! She's going to be alri-"But
Jesse dropped his sentence as Faith emerged from the smoldering club. She
was framed against an orange glow and Jesse couldn't help but gape, after
all – it had been a very long time since he had even the chance to like a
girl. Sure there was Emma and Shal, but he thought of them like sisters.
"Brennen, look!" Emma had followed Jesse's gaze and caught sight of
Faith. In an instant Brennen was at her side and hugging her.
"Hey, calm down. . .I- I can't breath!" Faith gasped for air as
Brennen released her, still keeping a hold on her arms.
"What the hell do you thing you're doing? You could have died! Taking
on Mark all by yourself!" Brennen's face was beat red as he tried to
contain his anger.
"Cool down. I've done it before. Look – remember the one thing that
used to scare Mark? It was fire. Whenever I had candles on, or even just
lit a match he would flip. Well he still hates fire – it's the one thing he
can't control and he hates it. . .therefore, he hates me." Faith looked sad
as she voiced the realization for the first time. [Sure he's an ass, and
sure he's crazy – but he is my father.]
Back at sanctuary, Adam listened to the story before busying himself with
some kind of lab work. "Faith, can you stay with me for a second, please?"
Faith nodded and waited for the rest of the group to leave until she asked:
"what's up?"
"Well, your power seems really advanced for your age. and it's
connected to you somehow." Adam was readying a needle as he spoke.
"Well yeah, it's connected to me because, you know, I've got the
power." Faith was eyeing the needle carefully – not being a huge fan of
them.
"Look, Jesse said your nails glowed orange with your powers, and you
said your eyes do too-"
"No. my entire eyes don't glow, just the tips. I think the stronger
the power that I am using. . . than the more my body changes." Faith was
still curious as to what this had to do with a needle.
"Still, I would like to do a few blood tests. If you don't mind."
Adam approached, and seeing no defensive stance, drew out a needle of
blood.
"God I hate needles!" Faith was rubbing her arm gently as she walked
into Brennen's room.
"Why'd he give you a needle?" carefully closing a small box, Brennen
sat up right.
"Blood or something. Listen, there's something we need to talk
about." Faith sounded apprehensive, and Brennen knew she was being dead
serious.
"Okay, what's up?"
Pausing slightly to relish in the fact that she was sitting beside
her brother, Faith delved into a topic she had avoided for the last two
years.
"Well, it's about mom. . ."