Disclaimer: I don't own any thing, Joss does! I just love writing stories from his series.
Rated: R
Type: Action/Drama
Summary: What if things were different for Faith, like being in control of her life and evil. And having her way with every thing. My view point on the ep. "5 by 5" off Angel season one.
Chapter 2 : "Saving a Gangbanger's life and soul"
By: Mr.Ribbit-Ribbit
Mean while Angel and Wesley were doing seventy down the main street into the ally way. As Wes started to speed up more, while Angel stood up on top of the car's door. Pulling out a 2 by 4 form the back seat Angel held it like a sword waiting to strike with it. As the demon was running toward the boy, Angel struck the 2 by 4 into the demon's chest then pulling it out. With whole bunch of blood was on it. As soon as that happened Wes took and came to a full screeching halt, the both of them jumped out of the convertible to make out of the situation. 'You Marquez?' Angel asked the stunned teenager. Shaking his head yes he answered Angel's question. 'Good, because I hate saving the wrong person' Angel told the frighten teen.
"Angel! Watch out, behind you!" Wes yelled as he finished killing the other demon. Angel quickly responded to the comment, he pushed the teen out of the way and started to beat up the nasty, bug ugly demon. Wes came running up to Angel to help him. Joining the fight Wes started to punch the demon in the side with a pipe he found. As the both of them finally finishing off the demon, all of the demon's puss went flying all over Wes and the shiny blue convertible.
"You ok, Wes?" Angel asked the newly covered Wes.
"Yes, thank you. I think I gonna need it" Wes responded.
"So what was those things?" Marquez asked the two stranger.
"They were Bell-jon demons" Wes stated while wiping his glasses off on the old rag in the trunk.
"Well, whatever they were I don't want to know. Well who the hell are you guys any way?" he asked while getting up off the pavement.
"Well why don't come with us, and we can help you out. Maybe straighten out your like." Angel told the boy.
"Hell no! I ain't going no where with, you guys. I don't trust no one on ly me and my gun. That's who trust!" Marquez told Angel angry.
"Well, you're still coming with me and your gonna do the right thing!" Angel said while grabbing the teen by the neck and throwing him in the convertible. As the teen tried to fight him Angel just pushed harder on the teen, to get into the car. Finally after a little struggle with him, Angel got Marquez in and Angel jumped into the passenger's seat. While Wes got done cleaning off this clothes, he jumped into the driver's seat and started up the car. Speeding off in a hurry Wes headed back to Angel's apartment. Flying down the highway, Wes could feel the tension between Angel and Marquez. So Wes decided to turn on the radio to relieve some tension, it didn't help the situation any better. Finally pulling up to the parking space, everyone got out of the car. As the three got out of the car, Marquez tried to run. Marquez ran for his life, not knowing that those people was really trying to help him. As he ran around the corner, he stopped to catch his breath, right then Angel came running up behind Marquez and grabbed him by the shirt. 'Why are you running away? Were trying to help you.' Angel told him while dragging the teen back to the apartment.
It was now one o'clock in the morning as the three guy walked into Angel's Investigation. Cordy sat there at her desk looking at what her vision had drugged into the office. 'Who is this? And what is he doing here?' Cordy asked annoyed and angry. Angel just blew off Cordy's question and drug the ruffian in his office and closed the door. Turning to Wesley for answers, Wes just blew her off too, and went passed out on the couch.
''WESLEY!'' Cordy yelled and push him as he lay asleep on the tiny, cramped and small couch.
"What? He still hasn't confessed?" Wes said sleepy.
"No, they been there for like ever and all there has been screaming and yelling from both sides. I'm worried, I don't think that this guy is gonna testify!" Cordelia asked and told Wes. "You change a guy like him, in fact you can't change a guy at all." Cordelia said look thought the office door's window.
"If any one can change him, it Angel." Wes said getting up from the hard couch to get coffee.
"Ya because, Angel was like cursed right? By gypsies, why cant we get a bunch of them in here and put a soul in this guy?" Cordy said whining to Wes.
"That kid in there already has a soul and somewhere deep down indside he want to do good." Wes said taking a drink of his coffee.
As the two of them kept discussing the guy, Marquez came walking out Angel's office angry only to be pulled back in by Angel. 'What the' Marquez said while being pulled back in to the office. 'Wow, you are right Angel is like the Dalai Lama." Cordelia said in amazement of Angel's actions. Back in the office Angel sat the delinquent back in his seat. 'Hey, don't you do that again!' Angel told him while still holding Marquez. 'I don't want to do this so let me go!" Marquez told Angel. 'You really don't know what your up against? Do you? What will happen the next time? Your friend or me aren't gonna be there. Maybe the next time your friends are gonna be ripped up and incinerated?" Angel told him in a threading way. 'Ok, I'll do it.' Marquez said quietly.
Please R & R . I want to know what to think. R & R.
Imzadi: I changed some stuff in chapter one. Hey tell me how you want me to portray Lindsey? And what should be the next chapter the cout room case or Faith dancing at the club?