Reporter's Sordid Past Revealed By Henchman, But For The Best?
The other night at Balboa turned out to be very eventful indeed, but for all the wrong reasons. Morrigan turned the tables on me; she apparently had her lackey, Yancey Slide, do some digging on me, and he uncovered a rather sorry bundle of secrets from my not-so-distant past. You see, when I was at UC Sunnydale, I was having trouble keeping myself awake to study. And there was this mysterious drug going around campus that was supposedly like super-caffeine, called Ha'alin toxin. I was desperate to do well in school, and I bought some off this demon drug dealer named K'lyazar. Unfortunately, in the Iverson family, money's always been tight, so I had to pay in installments. And I couldn't make the payments on the chicken feed I was making writing for the college paper, so I had to sell myself to people to make money to pay them. Only I couldn't stop taking the Ha'alin toxin, and I got addicted. K'lyazar knew what he was doing. I eventually got so deep in debt that I knew I had to get out of Sunnydale. I had all the credits I needed to graduate early, so I did just that and fled to L.A. to escape K'lyazar and his clan.
But apparently, I didn't escape as well as I thought. Mr. Slide informed me the other night that K'lyazar is still out there, searching for me. And I knew there was only one person who could protect me from him: Morrigan Jameson. I apologized for my behavior and begged her for help. She agreed, but (being Morrigan) had some conditions. Unfortunately, I haven't yet discerned what they are. We had an appointment for Saturday, but en route to Wolfram & Hart, I saw a cloaked figure that looked like K'lyazar. I didn't know for sure, but I didn't want to take any chances, so I turned tail and ran.
I went to the shelter since it was nearby, but Anne made it pretty clear she didn't want me around until the whole mess was cleared up, for the safety of the teens at the center. And I understand that. Anne's got to be looking out for an entire group of people all the time. So I made sure to apologize to her for all the trouble and to tell her that Morrigan and I were working on something to protect me. Then I left quickly, sticking to alleys and back streets until I got back to the Pearson Arms.
I called Morrigan's voice mail and asked to reschedule our meeting til Monday. So hopefully we'll be able to work something out then. I hope this can all be resolved quickly, before something bad happens. I'm not really worried about myself, since I deserve what I get, but I'm concerned for Anne's safety. She's the closest thing to a friend I have here, and if anything happened to her, I don't know what I'd do . . .
But apparently, I didn't escape as well as I thought. Mr. Slide informed me the other night that K'lyazar is still out there, searching for me. And I knew there was only one person who could protect me from him: Morrigan Jameson. I apologized for my behavior and begged her for help. She agreed, but (being Morrigan) had some conditions. Unfortunately, I haven't yet discerned what they are. We had an appointment for Saturday, but en route to Wolfram & Hart, I saw a cloaked figure that looked like K'lyazar. I didn't know for sure, but I didn't want to take any chances, so I turned tail and ran.
I went to the shelter since it was nearby, but Anne made it pretty clear she didn't want me around until the whole mess was cleared up, for the safety of the teens at the center. And I understand that. Anne's got to be looking out for an entire group of people all the time. So I made sure to apologize to her for all the trouble and to tell her that Morrigan and I were working on something to protect me. Then I left quickly, sticking to alleys and back streets until I got back to the Pearson Arms.
I called Morrigan's voice mail and asked to reschedule our meeting til Monday. So hopefully we'll be able to work something out then. I hope this can all be resolved quickly, before something bad happens. I'm not really worried about myself, since I deserve what I get, but I'm concerned for Anne's safety. She's the closest thing to a friend I have here, and if anything happened to her, I don't know what I'd do . . .