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Joss is master of the universe!
By the time I pulled myself up from the floor it was dark. My body ached, but my heart ached more. It mourned the loss of everyone and it felt heavy in my chest. A weight I knew would sit there lodged in my heart and mind for a very long time. My mind whispered awful thoughts, that none of them would ever speak to me again and that I would never be forgiven, or worse, that they all died out there without me and I was doomed to overcome the upcoming apocalypse single-handedly.
But hadn't I always truly been alone. None of them had ever really understood me. Maybe this was for the best. A sign that the Slayer was supposed to be alone in all of this. I was the same as them on the outside, but inside I was different, altered so that I wasn't like a normal human being.
I shuffled through the house into the kitchen but I just stood there, I didn't know what to do with myself anymore. I felt useless. My body was on auto pilot as I collected all the things I needed to make myself a hot chocolate, just the way mum always made when I was feeling down. I even put extra marshmallows in it to try to cheer me up.
It did the trick though, for split second I was transported back to a time we would each have our own steaming cup in front of us and we would share stories and just talk about our days. She had always known the right thing to say to make me feel better, like the world wasn't as much of a gloomy place that I made it out to be.
I sat there with the tiniest of smiles tugging on the corners of my lips. It didn't last long though, and I just sat there staring at nothing. My mind fought with itself constantly. I knew I had been right in what I had done, but I didn't intend to hold it over them all. I still wanted to make sure they were all ok. I wanted to run out into the night and keep any unseen enemies from coming within ten miles of the group. Whether it was minutes or hours I don't know that I sat there in a comatose like state.
Without any warning the front door came crashing down and multiple something's came scurrying in. Bringers. I instantly switched to battle mode and slipped off the stool and ran straight into the commotion. Four bringers; easy enough for a house full Potentials and two Slayers to bring down, maybe a challenge for just one person. But who was I kidding, I had been facing these kinds of situations since I was fifteen. I could take them.
I had pure anger brimming at the back of my mind that had formed the moment I realised people were trying to force me out of my own home. I took a breath quickly filling my entire body with rage and I let it loose on the enemies invading my home.
My rage made me quicker and more brutal. I held no prisoners, swinging out the way of several knives slicing towards me and sending bone shattering punches and kicks to any body part that got too close to me. They tried surrounding me and then lunging but I quickly evaded and slipped out of the small circle.
I grabbed an axe lying close by and let it swing, decapitating the nearest Bringer instantly. The second kill came swiftly after when I chucked the axe, hitting one in the heart and stopping him in his tracks as he came at me.
I usually enjoyed these kinds of fights, where the odds were against me and I would make nifty little quips along the way but I was in no mood tonight. I just wanted to rip these intruders to shreds! I traded a few blows with another Bringer, dodging his blade but he was no match for my fury and hit the floor with a broken neck within seconds.
That left one. We circled, but I lunged quickly, he didn't have a chance. I was going full Slayer on him. Blow after blow, trying to pour all my anger in frustration into my punches. As I straddled the Bringer continuing my onslaught, tears started to fall freely. I knew why they had come here. To try pick off our numbers and hit us where it hurt.
I lost myself in my rage and the next thing I remember was someone grabbing me around the waist and hauling me from the floor.