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Finding the Dark

Jul 07, 2005 20:10

I reached up to the top of the gurney, feeling for the sheet that had once covered the body for politeness' sake, or at least to keep any of the others from looking at the things they didn't want to really see in the first place. Or...the last place...or at all. All I knew was that it purpose seemed to be concealment, and that suited me as much as ( Read more... )

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chosenpotential July 12 2005, 05:55:31 UTC

Faith shoved me and I went flying across the room, hitting the floor and skidding into the wall. Um, ouch?

I stood back up, rubbing the back of my head and looking at her with a frown.

"Oops! Dude, sorry 'bout that Kenn, besides I totally wasn't tryin' to steal away Red. I mean hey I got my own smart gal right over there scannin' for her contacts!"

I raised my eyebrow, looking over at Fred, who was still crawling around on the floor and talking to it. I didn't have the heart to tell Faith, but I thought her new girl might be crazy.

And not so much "her girl" either. I mean, she was wearing glasses. Why the hell would she be looking for a contact?

I still wasn't entirely convinced this wasn't some kind of cover for her crush on Willow. So not gonna happen. She wasn't stealing my girlfriend away. Break or not!

Maybe I should call her. You know, just to check in. Reaching in my back pocket, I pulled out my phone and flipped it open and started to dial the number when Faith started talking again.

"Who the hell organized this ( ... )

da_lilah July 12 2005, 11:09:01 UTC

The ride down in the elevator had been a little awkward to say the least ( ... )

pryce_the_elder July 13 2005, 06:57:46 UTC

And at the evil lawyer's insistence, we made our way down into the belly of the beast. At least, that was the impression I could not dislodge from my subconscious as the lift ferried myself, Wesley and the Morgan woman down toward what she'd referred to as the 'Applied Sciences Division' of the firm. Hmpf. I could only imagine the horrors to which science and magic had both been applied at the behest of Wolfram & Hart.

Bringing up the rear, I observed some sort of odd jockeying for position occur between Wesley and Ms. Morgan, something I had no doubts at all had a great deal to do with the predicament I'd found them in when I'd first arrived.

"As I was saying earlier... Our facilities are state of the art. We pride ourselves on being cutting edge - metaphorically speaking of course..."

"Of course," I replied coolly, looking about the typical laboratory arrangement-- endless rows of workbenches, the de rigeur assortment of glass pipes and beakers, bubbling away with various liquids of different colors, the lingering smell of ( ... )

prodigalwatcher July 13 2005, 18:18:55 UTC

During the elevator ride down to the lab, it was all I could do to keep myself still, as I was nearly shaking with nerves. My mind, though, was racing at a mile a minute, trying to guess or anticipate every possible move that Lilah and her masters, the Senior Partners, might be making against me, even right at that moment. I didn't trust one whit her seeming change of heart towards me, of course-- that was a transparent enough ploy for even the most careless of men to see through.

But what was her real plan? What was the endgame? What was the trap in which she meant to ensnare me? That was the greater question with which I was grappling. That, on top of the possible dangers of the Hellmouth, it was quickly becoming a race to uncover the greater of the two evils.

Of course, that would assume that the two things would be disconnected.

My eyes widened at the concept, and I cursed myself a fool for not seeing. Everything had to be connected. Lilah's ploy, whatever it was, must be part of a grander, more devious scheme. ( ... )

msattentionspan July 16 2005, 08:47:10 UTC

Damn Kenn just wasn't gonna believe me about Red, and looked like my gal was at least keepin' warm. Then Kenn was all talkin' food, and I got real hungry. Good thing she was gonna order a pizza or two. The rubber band in my hair was startin' to tug, and Fred had been right. It was wicked stupid of me to have used that to tie my hair up. Tugging at it a bit I kept yelping at the pain. I mean I got the Slayer healin' and all that, but this really smarts.Finally it snaps and smacks my wrist with the loose end. I pitch it onto the floor and hear Kenn hang up her phone. Callin' out to let me know that Willow worked at a pizza place. She knew it was totally a trick, tryin' to make me admit somethin' about some wacked out intentions I had toward Red ( ... )

_fredless July 25 2005, 18:22:17 UTC

"What in the hell is going on here?"

I flinched at the noise, trying to decide if I should try and locate exactly where the increased sound was coming from. If I looked out, then maybe I would know, but then I could be exposed too, and that could be...

I didn't want to go back. I just couldn't go back. Tensing even more I let my body be a wall under the sheet as I scooted even deeper under the table. The walls were cold and strong, and they made me feel better.

"Fred? It's safe. It's Wesley, you can come out now."

"There isn't time for names anymore," I announced quietly, to myself. "Names are like chocolate ice cream and pillows with real feathers in them...extra. And of course they take too much time too. You think it's just you being greedy, but really they are just as selfish. They'll take as much as they can...they all will." I wondered if my breath sounded like my heart. "Until there's nothing left ( ... )

pryce_the_elder August 22 2005, 17:03:23 UTC

"Damn this party needs a bit more life to it. I'm gonna go look for the stripper."

And with that, Faith made an exit that at any other time, would have seemed thoroughly non sequitur. In this time, and in this place, though, it seemed completely in keeping with the rest of the insanity that had apparently gripped the enitre building. I hadn't seen such widespread madness since 1968, when a lesser demon went on an LSD-fueled spell-casting spree and turned everyone in Leicester Square into flower children.

I proceeded to watch the situation go from bad to worse. After Faith's departure, I witnessed my son speaking to a young woman who had taken up refuge underneath a table, though refuge from what, I wasn't sure. Realising that this exceedingly odd individual was the 'Fred' with whom we were supposed to meet, I felt my frustration and apprehensions increase even further.

"Fred? It's safe. It's Wesley, you can come out now."After treating us to a long stream of nonsensical ramblings, this 'Fred' cast some sort of metal cylinder ( ... )

prodigalwatcher August 23 2005, 04:47:35 UTC

"There isn't time for names anymore... Names are like chocolate ice cream and pillows with real feathers in them... extra. And of course they take too much time too. You think it's just you being greedy, but really they are just as selfish. They'll take as much as they can... they all will. Until there's nothing left."

Even as Fred began to retreat further and further into her makeshift refuge, I tried my best to keep a calm, even tone in my voice. We couldn't have her getting even more upset, could we?

"No one's going to take anything away from you, Fred."

I said it, and I meant it. Of course, it was patently obvious as to just what 'they' Fred was referring: Wolfram & Hart and the Senior Partners. There was no denying that 'they' had already taken a great deal from us, and it would be to the surprise of no one if the offer that had led to our taking these jobs were simply a ruse by which to take away even more. But there wasn't going to be any more of that, not if I had anything to say about it.

"We most certainly do not ( ... )

chosenpotential August 30 2005, 01:46:54 UTC

Faith ran out, then Wes, Roger and someone else came in ( ... )

da_lilah August 31 2005, 09:45:20 UTC

"What in the hell is going on here?"

Have to say I was right with Daddy Wyndam-Pryce on that one.

Wesley was crouching by the table trying to coax Fred out. Poor innocent damsel-in-distress Fred. I mean how stupid did you have to be to fall for that cowering under the table routine?

"I don't know, Father," I whispered, "but I think that whatever it is, I know who's behind it."

I folded my arms tightly across my chest when his gaze moved to lock with mine briefly.

Huh. He thought I was responsible for this? It was so typical of him to blame me, and not accept that Fred was a passive aggressive manipulating little bitch.

"well what's goin' on is this kickin' party we are havin' though not sure who asked that dead girl, but hey she hasn't been all loud like some people. Or stealin' my date. Besides I thought it was invite only, and I don't remember sayin' boys were allowed."I didn't move away from Faith, even though the way her arm was draping around me was...well, unsettling. Briefly I wondered if she was high, if they all were ( ... )

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