You better think fast, cause you never know what's coming around the bend

[wickedslayer]

"How is it that we always end up back here, B?" I asked, with a slight smile as I stared out the window in her bedroom, into the bright desert outside

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[wickedslayer]

Pissed off that my daughter was in a fucking cage, I shrugged off the two thugs. Looking down at the folder in front of me, I already knew what they were. Lena had warned me about this.

"I'm not signing shit." I spat at him, turning angry and intense dark eyes on my husband, or my father. Damn, this was so beyond fucked up.

"And you can't keep her, I won't let you have her you son of a bitch." I was shaking with rage, not sure if I was more scared by my daughter's impending doom or the fact that if my hands were free I'd gladly rip my husband's head from his spine.

[wickedslayer]

My head flew to the side and my cheek stung with the impact of his hand. Shaking my head I tossed dark hair out of my face, and looked him straight in the eye.

"Why do you look like him, dad? Huh? I wanna see what you really look like. Stop hiding!" Getting up and catching the goons offguard I aimed a high spin kick at his face and felt a solid connection before my foot hit the ground again.

Smirking I looked down at him on the ground. "You can't stop me, and you can't stop her. It's a fucking prophecy, deal."

[wickedslayer]

I struggled against the cuffs as he held me up in the air by the throat like I weighed nothing. Like I was nothing. Breathing was becoming an issue, so I aimed my foot at his crotch and kicked him hard. He seemed hardly phased by it, but dropped me to the floor where I fell in a crumpled heap.

"I don't believe you." I managed to whisper hoarsely, as I rolled over on the floor to face him. "If you never wanted me, why am I here? Why go through all the trouble to bring a kid into the world whose supposed to kill you?"

I had an idea, a bad one but it was the one I had.

[wickedslayer]

"You have to free my hands for me to sign, asshole." I said tilting my head to the right, and letting a sneer cross pale features. My eyes darted back and forth from his face back to my daughter.

Come on, Come on....if I was ever gonna believe in this shit, now is the time. A little help here, please?

I held my cuffed hands off to the side to show him that unless he wanted me to sign with my toes he was gonna have to free my hands. If I had free hands then I at least had more of an upper hand than I had now. Now I had nothing.

[wickedslayer]

I clenched my jaw when I felt the pen stab through my hand. Man, I'd been out of the slay loop for so long, I forgot what it used to be like to have broken bones and stab wounds on a regular basis. And how much it fucking hurt.

"Don't I get a lawyer? Where's Lena?" I asked, wincing at the pain in my hand, and annoyed that my hands were still tied behind my back. Granted, Lena wasn't ideal for who I wanted to see right now. If B or Kennedy came waltzing in the door right about now it would seriously kick ass. But I'd settle on Lena for now.

"What the hell am I signing?" I asked, not making a move towards the papers.

[wickedslayer]

"She's still around though. Makes a girl wonder why." Made me wonder why I was still around too, and back from the dead even. Something told me I didn't have the full scoop on what was goin' down.

I pulled my hands away from the paper, cringing at the pain brought by the pen still stabbed through my hand.

"What does it say in there about Morrigan?" Not that I'd be taking his word about anything anytime soon. If he thought he dragged me in here to force me to sign some shit he had a nother thing coming to him, and he didn't know me very well at all.

[wickedslayer]

"By killing her? I don't think so." I felt his hand strike the back of my head and it rocked me forehead and caused me to smash my forehead up against the back of the chair. But at least he'd sent me further away from the papers.

"Might as well take the pen out of my hand, dad. Cause I ain't signin' shit." It was wierd how easily I just slipped back into the Faith I used to be. The sullen, sulky, stubborn slayer that I'd always been, guess I just been repressin' it over the years or something like that.

Or maybe it was just the fact that for the first time in a really long time I badly wanted to kill someone.

[wickedslayer]

I fell hard to the floor for the second time, and tried to see straight, nothin' like gettin' hit in the head a few times in a row. I should know.

"Stop it!" I screamed at Wesley through my tears. "She's your daughter. You love her! I know you're in there, please Wesley!" I begged him, looking up at him through my hair, sweat and blood making it stick to my forehead.

I watched in terror at the pen hovering dangerously close over Morrigan's chest.