CH 19: Live Wire from Superman

Silent Roar

"Where the Hellmouth does Snyder get his ideas? No, no wait, second though I really don't want to know. I might just start understanding him." He suppressed a manly shudder at the thought.

Walking into the store with the old book in hand he went to the Native American costumes and tried to flesh out something appropriate.

At least he had a little tiny bit of heritage and a good understanding of it. He wouldn't go as a tribe-mutt, but one of the old tribesmen. It was small, but he thought maybe he could prove that at least one of the remnants of the old tribe still showed respect.

"Xander! My that's some get up."

"Thanks Mrs. S."

Snyder's rule that their costumes had to come from some ancestry to 'prevent over-commercialized hacks from corrupting the children', had Buffy in a swoon over the dress in the costume shop. He'd taken a different tact with his outfit. Carefully done up in proper colors and paint, as accurate as he could make it, almost glowed against his skin with barely restrained power.

"Who are you going as?"

"It's an old story. I'm a little Caddo, and it was one of my favorite stories back in the day."

"That's good of you then, keeping something like that alive."

He smiled as his girls came down the stairs, Willow in a tartan skirt (who knew) and Buffy in her gown. A few good wishes and they were off.

These idiots were not going to get away with this kind of toying. The demons knew well enough to leave him alone. He opened his mouth and armies fell, it worked well in his favor.

He walked into the facility with a look of restrained fury on his face, painted markings clear on tanned skin.

"Intruder! Take him down and put him quarantine!"

"I don't think so, Walsh."

His voice was barely a whisper but everyone heard it.

"Take him DOWN!"

Before the soldiers could sight their guns Xander opened his mouth, lightning striking the walls and floor, electrocuting everyone and knocking them to the floor in convulsions. He stepped around them as necessary.

Another few steps and a bolt struck the electronic control panel. Doors opened down the wing, demons staying back until he had walked past to flee the underground bunker. They knew that he wasn't here for them and it was their chance to get out.

He was there for one of his, and no one better stand in his way.