I had a lot of injuries and was feelin' weak, but all i needed to do was drink a lot of water and get into a car and I could relax.
I didn't really know how long I had been in the hospital, but it had been long enough for me, now as all that I could do was think about all, and I mean all of my friends bein' gone.
I had enough of sittin' here. I had to do somethin'. I had to find Faith.
I pulled the IV out of my arm, glad that nobody was hre in the hospital wit me.
I got up slowly, and looked around. Things were not happenin' around me and although I wasn't goin' to be exactly fleet of foot, all I had to do was get my clothes and limp out of here.
It wasn't easy and all that I could think was that I had nobody to turn to.
I couldn't believe that it had happeed the way that it happened.
We neva lost and now we had. Wehad lost and I was th only survivor and hundreds of crazed demons were doin' god knows what, god knows where.
I knew one thing for certain. I couldn't do it alone. I needed Faith, or Buffy, but weren't hey in Europe? Would they have any idea that this was goin' on?
Probably not yet.
Then I thought of some other people that I cared about, who could help, but not against those demons, but still, I was goin' to try.
George and the crew. If I could get back to them before I got to Faith, then maybe we could kill some of them and be smart about it, hit and run.
Dressed, I walked gingerly, pain rackin' my body, out into the hall, where I saw that everyone was way too busy to be worryin' about me leavin'.
I got onto the elevator, feelin' around. I still had my wallet. That could come in handy.
I got out of the elevator, back down on the ground floor, where there was a lot more action goin' on. I tried to make it look like I wasn't a patient, but it wasn't easy.
Those vamps at the senators office did a number on me and then being thrown through that window hadn't helped. The lawyer implants didn't make me an expert on medicine, but I knew that I had seen better days for my body.
I managed to make it out of the hospital and immediately headed for the doors.
I walked into the night and could see nothin' but carnage and feel nothin but the rain on my body, that rare Los Angeles night rain.
It was sort of fittin'. I needed wheels and knew that I needed to go back to Wolfram and Hart.
The streets were full of carnage, just as I had remembered them when I came in. Emergency services had cleaned some of it up and there was one cop down here, one. I wondered how many cops were gettin' killed.
They had to be respondin' to a mass of calls and a lot of dead bodies, dead bodies that were here as a result of the decision that Angel had made and that all of us, collectively had agreed to follow.
The cop didn't stop me, but if he would have, I would have told him that all of this was my fault.
That's the way it felt. As far as I knew, I was the only one left to account for it all.
I mean, Lorne could still be alive and Lindsey could be but the rest of the team was gone.
Illyria, Spike and Angel had all died that I saw, and Cordy and Fred were gone before them.
We were all crazy. And thinkin' about all of this, all of this destruction caused because of us, wasn't helpin' me and my weak condition, but I pressed on.
I somehow was able to move pretty quickly to the firm, probably because all of this shit was fueling my adrenaline. Granted, I wasn't in the best shape to be doin' anyhting, let alone goin' back to get a car and tryin' to rally the troops to fight them.
I had no idea of what even awaited me at Wolfram and Hart and as I came arounf the corner and saw the buildin', I realized that there wasn't goin' to be much.
Most of the buildin' was gone and I tried to figure out why I had been stupid enough to think any of the sports cars would be left, but at least, I was gonna check.
Thankfully, most of the cars had made it through the tumblin' of the buildin.
I immediately grabbed the keys, flipped the alarm and found myself with the viper, but before I left, I decided to check somethin'.
I decided to go up to the penthouse, to Angel's office and go through his desks, to see if maybe I could find some financial books.
I wasn't after money for personal gain, but if the accounts were still open, then it was better for me to have it then evil inc...and I had the ability to cash checks for the firm.
I took my chances and got into the elevator, not wantin' to climb all of those stairs, the keys to the viper still in my hand.
The elevator made some cranky types of sounds, which got the haert rate up, which wasn't a good thing when you were feelin' as weak as I was, but it was fine and eventually, the door open to the penthouse.
Right as it opened, I had to be careful, as part of the roof caved on me and I was actually gettin' wet from the rain comin' in.
His desks were covered with debris and I had to step over various rubble on my way to his desks.
I went through one and found a plane ticket to Mexico and under it, a bank account. There was over a million dollars available in it and I was goin' to be cashin' it tomorrow, if I could.
I looked at the plane ticket and saw a picture of Nina.
Nina was in Mexico, it seemed like. It was good to know that somebody that I knew was definitely alive.
I walked back over to the elevator, got in, and pressed the button for the garage, hopin that it would send me there.
I found myself being thrown into the white room and I thought for sure that this was the end of me.
The last time I was in here, I begged my life for Fred's and received a serious whoopin' for my trouble.
Now, I was in the white room, lookin' at the elevators above. I expected to see some kind of conduit, whether it be more or the cat, but what I saw was the depiction of three.
The Wolf, the ram and the hart.
I was definitely as good as dead now. Key's to the viper in one hand, the checkbook in another, I looked at them, wonderin' just how they were goin' to kill me.
I didn't really know how long I had been in the hospital, but it had been long enough for me, now as all that I could do was think about all, and I mean all of my friends bein' gone.
I had enough of sittin' here. I had to do somethin'. I had to find Faith.
I pulled the IV out of my arm, glad that nobody was hre in the hospital wit me.
I got up slowly, and looked around. Things were not happenin' around me and although I wasn't goin' to be exactly fleet of foot, all I had to do was get my clothes and limp out of here.
I started changin'.
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I couldn't believe that it had happeed the way that it happened.
We neva lost and now we had. Wehad lost and I was th only survivor and hundreds of crazed demons were doin' god knows what, god knows where.
I knew one thing for certain. I couldn't do it alone. I needed Faith, or Buffy, but weren't hey in Europe? Would they have any idea that this was goin' on?
Probably not yet.
Then I thought of some other people that I cared about, who could help, but not against those demons, but still, I was goin' to try.
George and the crew. If I could get back to them before I got to Faith, then maybe we could kill some of them and be smart about it, hit and run.
Dressed, I walked gingerly, pain rackin' my body, out into the hall, where I saw that everyone was way too busy to be worryin' about me leavin'.
I got onto the elevator, feelin' around. I still had my wallet. That could come in handy.
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Those vamps at the senators office did a number on me and then being thrown through that window hadn't helped. The lawyer implants didn't make me an expert on medicine, but I knew that I had seen better days for my body.
I managed to make it out of the hospital and immediately headed for the doors.
I walked into the night and could see nothin' but carnage and feel nothin but the rain on my body, that rare Los Angeles night rain.
It was sort of fittin'. I needed wheels and knew that I needed to go back to Wolfram and Hart.
If it was still standin'.
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They had to be respondin' to a mass of calls and a lot of dead bodies, dead bodies that were here as a result of the decision that Angel had made and that all of us, collectively had agreed to follow.
The cop didn't stop me, but if he would have, I would have told him that all of this was my fault.
That's the way it felt. As far as I knew, I was the only one left to account for it all.
I mean, Lorne could still be alive and Lindsey could be but the rest of the team was gone.
Illyria, Spike and Angel had all died that I saw, and Cordy and Fred were gone before them.
We were all crazy. And thinkin' about all of this, all of this destruction caused because of us, wasn't helpin' me and my weak condition, but I pressed on.
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I had no idea of what even awaited me at Wolfram and Hart and as I came arounf the corner and saw the buildin', I realized that there wasn't goin' to be much.
Most of the buildin' was gone and I tried to figure out why I had been stupid enough to think any of the sports cars would be left, but at least, I was gonna check.
Reply
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I immediately grabbed the keys, flipped the alarm and found myself with the viper, but before I left, I decided to check somethin'.
I decided to go up to the penthouse, to Angel's office and go through his desks, to see if maybe I could find some financial books.
I wasn't after money for personal gain, but if the accounts were still open, then it was better for me to have it then evil inc...and I had the ability to cash checks for the firm.
I took my chances and got into the elevator, not wantin' to climb all of those stairs, the keys to the viper still in my hand.
Reply
Right as it opened, I had to be careful, as part of the roof caved on me and I was actually gettin' wet from the rain comin' in.
His desks were covered with debris and I had to step over various rubble on my way to his desks.
I went through one and found a plane ticket to Mexico and under it, a bank account. There was over a million dollars available in it and I was goin' to be cashin' it tomorrow, if I could.
I looked at the plane ticket and saw a picture of Nina.
Nina was in Mexico, it seemed like. It was good to know that somebody that I knew was definitely alive.
I walked back over to the elevator, got in, and pressed the button for the garage, hopin that it would send me there.
Instead, it got all white and I thought, oh no.
Reply
The last time I was in here, I begged my life for Fred's and received a serious whoopin' for my trouble.
Now, I was in the white room, lookin' at the elevators above. I expected to see some kind of conduit, whether it be more or the cat, but what I saw was the depiction of three.
The Wolf, the ram and the hart.
I was definitely as good as dead now. Key's to the viper in one hand, the checkbook in another, I looked at them, wonderin' just how they were goin' to kill me.
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