Vision
I went to bed in an alright mood, really. I got some paperwork out of the way for my spankin new property, and I was feeling...well okay. Nothing too dire was hanging over my head.
It woke me up out of a dead sleep. I fell out of bed. It was bad. I felt like I was going to be sick, too, good thing I wasn't because ew.
But I saw him. I saw him. And this time it wasn't out in public, random thing that could have been me being hallucination gal. Oh no. The Powers finally answered. I've been practically begging for them to give me some hint on Gunn. And I finally got it.
I saw him. There's this guy, (hot guy, but not the point...) in a suit, practically had a blinking 'I'm Wolfram and Hart!' neon sign shoved up his ass. I don't know who he is? But I plan to find out. But after that, I saw Gunn. He was strapped to some chair, I swear it was like a Clockwork Orange or something. Creepy, and the him screaming in terrible agony didn't help my disposition. Whatever that chair is? Bad. Bad bad bad and did I mention bad? Bad.
That wasn't the worst part though. Torture, bad, but not exactly something that you can't recover from. (I'd know.) The worst part was getting a load of those big brown eyes of his staring sightlessly ahead, all dead. Again. Then he gets tossed into some furnace.
Know what?
Fuck that. No, nu-uh, not on my watch, kids. Now all I need to do is get myself a plan...or maybe pay a visit to Wolfram and Hart.
It woke me up out of a dead sleep. I fell out of bed. It was bad. I felt like I was going to be sick, too, good thing I wasn't because ew.
But I saw him. I saw him. And this time it wasn't out in public, random thing that could have been me being hallucination gal. Oh no. The Powers finally answered. I've been practically begging for them to give me some hint on Gunn. And I finally got it.
I saw him. There's this guy, (hot guy, but not the point...) in a suit, practically had a blinking 'I'm Wolfram and Hart!' neon sign shoved up his ass. I don't know who he is? But I plan to find out. But after that, I saw Gunn. He was strapped to some chair, I swear it was like a Clockwork Orange or something. Creepy, and the him screaming in terrible agony didn't help my disposition. Whatever that chair is? Bad. Bad bad bad and did I mention bad? Bad.
That wasn't the worst part though. Torture, bad, but not exactly something that you can't recover from. (I'd know.) The worst part was getting a load of those big brown eyes of his staring sightlessly ahead, all dead. Again. Then he gets tossed into some furnace.
Know what?
Fuck that. No, nu-uh, not on my watch, kids. Now all I need to do is get myself a plan...or maybe pay a visit to Wolfram and Hart.