Under Pressure
This song is by David Bowie and Freddie Mercury and it's the only 'fighting' song I could think of…… so I'm sorry if some of you don't like this song. I'm also sorry about the long delay, and it's no excuse but I have been buried in homework every night, and right now I don't have any homework except a book report and I can read that later. So here it is!
Previously:
Suddenly the windows crashed in upon themselves and glass shards flew in every direction, getting imbedded into flesh, and couches. Dawn hit the ground with an almighty THUMP.
The door sprang open and was barely left on its hinges. In the light from the streetlamp, five figures were distinctly seen. They were all hooded, but just barely noticeable was the fact that they were eyeless.
Kennedy shivered and turned pale.
Kennedy remained frozen as everybody else charged to get weapons as fast as they could before the hooded figures approached.
"Kennedy! What are you doing?" Somebody shouted at her, but she couldn't decipher who it was.
She felt light-headed, dizzy, as if she were drowning in a vast ocean that was suffocating her and about to swallow her whole. Somehow, through the fog in her head, she heard a scream and felt a blinding pain in her side. She clutched at her side subconsciously and keeled over onto the carpet and lay there motionless.
"No Kennedy!" Buffy shouted as she watched her go down. Buffy had done in one of the strange figures and was working on two more.
Buffy hated to admit it, but she was scared. She had no idea what these things were and if they had instilled such fright in Kennedy and brought her down so easily, then they might be formidable foes.
As she jabbed one of the creatures' knives into its stomach, she turned to see Xander doing the same with another. Dawn was unconscious and Willow was tending to her.
Jay had killed one - with difficulty - and had gone to assist Xander with his kill.
Buffy felt a stinging on her cheek and turned to see the last figure thrusting the knife at her. She easily dodged it and kneed him in the stomach and punched him in the back, sending him crumpling to the floor. She then took the knife, which was in the one she had stabbed earlier, and drove the knife into its back.
She quickly got up and surveyed the scene before her. Xander was outside with Jay making sure no more baddies were coming. Willow was helping Dawn up, who seemed to be ok, and Zella and Jessie were crouched over Kennedy, seeing if she was breathing while putting pressure on her wound with a blanket from the couch. "Kennedy!" Buffy gasped as she sprinted over to where Kennedy lay, bleeding profusely.
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man asked for
Under pressure, that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Willow heard Buffy shout, she looked up and froze. "Kennedy?" She whispered and she tugged Dawn and bade her to follow her. Dawn ran after Willow. Kennedy had now been turned on her back and Buffy had gone to get bandages.
"Is she alive?" Willow asked hastily. She was staring at Kennedy's face, which was deathly pale.
"Barely," Buffy said coming back and practically ripping open the first aid kit to get the bandages out.
Willow was still lost in thought when she felt someone touch her shoulder. She looked up. Buffy had one hand on Willow's shoulder and the other gesturing the bandages to her.
"You do this best," she said gently. Willow took the bandages and looked at them for a second before realizing what was happening while she was wasting time like this.
"Right," She said as she moved closer to Kennedy. "I need some room, so could ya'll, you know, leave for a little bit?"
"Sure Will," Buffy responded nodding at her in silent comment. "Call if you need anything, I'll be outside with Xander and Jay seeing if there are any more of those things lurking about,"
"I'll be in the bathroom," Zella stated.
"I'll be in the kitchen," Jessie said. They both looked pretty upset. But that's to be expected right? I mean one of their best friends was dying before their eyes. How are they supposed to feel?
It's the terror of knowing what the world is about
Watching some good friends screaming, "Let me out"
Pray tomorrow gets me higher and higher and high
Pressure on people, people on streets
Willow gave them sympathetic looks and as soon as they were all gone she set to work. She started by lifting Kennedy's tank top. She figured, even though Kennedy was hurt, she would still try not to strip her clothes off if she could help it. She gasped when she saw the wound, but she immediately put a rag on it so as to staunch the bleeding, if only a little.
Willow didn't notice it but she had tears in her eyes. She blinked and felt them role down her face. She felt confused by the emotions coursing through her body as she tended to Kennedy's injury. She disinfected the wound and as she did so, she saw Kennedy's eyelids flutter.
"Kennedy?" Willow whispered. Only she didn't open her eyes. Willow felt the bit of hope that had flared in her body leave as soon as it had come. She put the first wrap of bandages on it, then the second and taped it all together.
She sighed and noticed for the first time that Kennedy seemed to be sweating slightly.
"Are you okay, Kenn?" the red head asked cautiously. Kennedy groaned but still didn't open her eyes. Willow put the non-bloody side of the rag on Kennedy's forehead and whispered soothing words to the distressed brunette.
"Buffy!" Willow called out the door. She waited a few seconds, then heard movement as a figure appeared in the doorway and swiftly made its way to her.
"Yes? Is everything ok?" Buffy questioned, looking from Willow to Kennedy and back again.
"Yeah, I was just wondering if you can move Kennedy onto my bed so she can sleep?" Willow asked tentatively.
"Of course Will," She said, sounding relieved that nothing more life-threatening had happened. She picked the potential slayer up and made her way upstairs with Willow following right behind.
Buffy made it to Willow's room in a few moments and layed the injured girl on the witch's bed and left Willow with her. She had to go downstairs and clean up the damage the maniacs caused.
Willow sat down beside Kennedy and rubbed her arm. "You'll be ok soon. I promise."
She still wondered, though, why had Kennedy completely frozen up? Why hadn't she fought back? What were those things? Question after question whirled around in her head. But she couldn't answer a single one of them. And that bugged her. She pulled the covers up to Kennedy's chest, turned off the light, and quietly closed the door behind her.
She would get more answers when Kennedy was feeling up to talking.
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it didn't work
Keep coming up with love
But it's so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?
Love
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