From piece_of_metal
Woah woah woah! Hold the phone just one second here, what's all this now? What's all this? Door-to-door delivery of torture victims? It's like we mentioned Xander's name and poof! There he was at our door with a battle-axe to rival Lord Manhammer's.
Wait… an axe? What… why would he have an axe? H-he honestly thought he could kill Warren? He… he was going to try and hurt him? Anger flared up in me, and for a moment I contemplated going out there and taking care of Xander myself. Hurt Warren? He thought he could just hurt Warren? Well… well I’d show him! I’d just go out there and… and…
And what? Kill him? Kill him like Warren looked like he was going to kill him? Could I do that? Did I want Warren to do that? I… I didn’t know, maybe not? No, I shouldn’t want that. I wanted to somehow change Warren's mind... or, like, say something here, but that just didn't compute in my head. I didn't question Warren anymore, and I certainly didn't tell him what not to do. I mean, in the beginning I'd follow Jonathan's lead with the whole objecting to killing thing since, you know, we could get into serious trouble for leaving dead bodies around the house and stuff. But it had been months and months since I'd taken Jonathan's side. I mean, part of me was all "go Warren! Kill him!" but there was another part that was saying "we can't do this! We're not supposed to be doing this... we'll get in so much trouble."
As a result, I really didn't listen to either of the voices. I just kinda stood there, my mouth opening and closing a few times as Warren calmly grabbed his gun from the drawer and opened the door to meet Xander. Even though I was expecting it, the gunshot caught me off guard and I jumped, biting my lower lip as I tried my best not to look too worried.
What do I do now? What... what am I supposed to...
"Anya, Andrew! Come here and help me escort Mr. Harris inside."
There. That was what I needed. A good, solid, easy-to-understand order. I breathed a sigh of relief at being told what I should be doing before jumping right to the doing part of it. I rushed to the door, glancing briefly at the large, messy wound in Xander's leg and trying to ignore the stray chips of bone I saw around the pulpy hole there.
I paused only a moment to try and figure out how to go about bringing him inside. Should I put one of his arms around my shoulder and help him walk in that way? No, that would seem too... to kind, I guess. No, I should probably just drag him or something. Yeah, like he was just a bag of something really heavy that I was trying to bring downstairs. I probably shouldn't care whether or not he hit his head on the doorstep as we brought him in.
Wetting my lips a bit, I grabbed one of Xander's arms and started to pull, trying to drag him through the door. I didn't get very far before I looked back to Warren and Anya for help... what? He was heavy, ok? I'm not some kind of muscle-bound Superman here...
"W-warren, what if someone heard the gunshot? What if someone saw?"
I immediately regretted my words. They weren't exactly questioning Warren, but they did show some sort of lack of faith in him. I looked down at my feet and muttered a soft sorry, shaking my head dismissively.
"So, uh... we're really going to do this, are we? We're going to... going to..." I had to pause to swallow awkwardly. "... to torture him?"
Wait… an axe? What… why would he have an axe? H-he honestly thought he could kill Warren? He… he was going to try and hurt him? Anger flared up in me, and for a moment I contemplated going out there and taking care of Xander myself. Hurt Warren? He thought he could just hurt Warren? Well… well I’d show him! I’d just go out there and… and…
And what? Kill him? Kill him like Warren looked like he was going to kill him? Could I do that? Did I want Warren to do that? I… I didn’t know, maybe not? No, I shouldn’t want that. I wanted to somehow change Warren's mind... or, like, say something here, but that just didn't compute in my head. I didn't question Warren anymore, and I certainly didn't tell him what not to do. I mean, in the beginning I'd follow Jonathan's lead with the whole objecting to killing thing since, you know, we could get into serious trouble for leaving dead bodies around the house and stuff. But it had been months and months since I'd taken Jonathan's side. I mean, part of me was all "go Warren! Kill him!" but there was another part that was saying "we can't do this! We're not supposed to be doing this... we'll get in so much trouble."
As a result, I really didn't listen to either of the voices. I just kinda stood there, my mouth opening and closing a few times as Warren calmly grabbed his gun from the drawer and opened the door to meet Xander. Even though I was expecting it, the gunshot caught me off guard and I jumped, biting my lower lip as I tried my best not to look too worried.
What do I do now? What... what am I supposed to...
"Anya, Andrew! Come here and help me escort Mr. Harris inside."
There. That was what I needed. A good, solid, easy-to-understand order. I breathed a sigh of relief at being told what I should be doing before jumping right to the doing part of it. I rushed to the door, glancing briefly at the large, messy wound in Xander's leg and trying to ignore the stray chips of bone I saw around the pulpy hole there.
I paused only a moment to try and figure out how to go about bringing him inside. Should I put one of his arms around my shoulder and help him walk in that way? No, that would seem too... to kind, I guess. No, I should probably just drag him or something. Yeah, like he was just a bag of something really heavy that I was trying to bring downstairs. I probably shouldn't care whether or not he hit his head on the doorstep as we brought him in.
Wetting my lips a bit, I grabbed one of Xander's arms and started to pull, trying to drag him through the door. I didn't get very far before I looked back to Warren and Anya for help... what? He was heavy, ok? I'm not some kind of muscle-bound Superman here...
"W-warren, what if someone heard the gunshot? What if someone saw?"
I immediately regretted my words. They weren't exactly questioning Warren, but they did show some sort of lack of faith in him. I looked down at my feet and muttered a soft sorry, shaking my head dismissively.
"So, uh... we're really going to do this, are we? We're going to... going to..." I had to pause to swallow awkwardly. "... to torture him?"