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I stood up from the chair and turned from Dawn, my decision made. "Dawn..." How would I tell her I was out for revenge? "Dawn..." I mean it's hard enough to keep her still and non-vengeful..."Look, I have to go to the morgue wing and then home to get Buffy's things...for the funeral arrangements. Coroner and all." Great, lie to Dawn, why don't you. "Tara will be out of surgery soon. That doctor actually said she'd be fine." I hugged Dawn. "I'll be back."
I walked off. When I'd be back? I didn't know. I just knew that it would be when Warren got what he deserved. I walked out of the hospital and into the sunshine. It shouldn't be sunny. It really just shouldn't. Buffy and Willow are dead...the orld doesn't deserve the sun. I walked off, still in my now blood stained shirt and reached Buffy's house. Part of me wanted to check the backyard, see if that blood puddle was still there, see if Buffy was still there.
But I ignored that urge and went in the front. He'd be going down if I could help it. I reached the wooden chest I had made Buffy for her birthday. The weapons still sat, untouched even though Buffy wasn't here. I got out an axe, and a crossbow. Grabbed one of the rags, and tried polishing the axe a little. The only blood I wanted on this axe, was Warren's. After cleaning it, I set it down and headed upstairs. Searching for that piece of paper Buffy had with Warren's adress on it. Sure enough, on Buffy's night stand it was there, sitting...all innocent and paper-like.
I left at once with the weapons in the bag so as not to alert walking pedestrians of a psychotic with an axe and crossbow. I reached the adress and crumpled up the paper throwing it to the ground. I was really here, and I was really going to do this. Fuck him! Fuck him and his mysogenistic homicidal self. I unzipped the bag, and took out the axe.
A ring of the doorbell and-
[[Open for all at Warren's]]
I walked off. When I'd be back? I didn't know. I just knew that it would be when Warren got what he deserved. I walked out of the hospital and into the sunshine. It shouldn't be sunny. It really just shouldn't. Buffy and Willow are dead...the orld doesn't deserve the sun. I walked off, still in my now blood stained shirt and reached Buffy's house. Part of me wanted to check the backyard, see if that blood puddle was still there, see if Buffy was still there.
But I ignored that urge and went in the front. He'd be going down if I could help it. I reached the wooden chest I had made Buffy for her birthday. The weapons still sat, untouched even though Buffy wasn't here. I got out an axe, and a crossbow. Grabbed one of the rags, and tried polishing the axe a little. The only blood I wanted on this axe, was Warren's. After cleaning it, I set it down and headed upstairs. Searching for that piece of paper Buffy had with Warren's adress on it. Sure enough, on Buffy's night stand it was there, sitting...all innocent and paper-like.
I left at once with the weapons in the bag so as not to alert walking pedestrians of a psychotic with an axe and crossbow. I reached the adress and crumpled up the paper throwing it to the ground. I was really here, and I was really going to do this. Fuck him! Fuck him and his mysogenistic homicidal self. I unzipped the bag, and took out the axe.
A ring of the doorbell and-
[[Open for all at Warren's]]