Giving up

[slayer_wannabe_]

I pace back and forth in my cell, the door left wide open since Brood-boy and Legs had their little spat. Obviously they don’t have any use for me any more. No more information they need. I’m free and clear of the drugs that were in my system.

I can’t believe I did-why am I still here? If they don’t care, why the fuck should I

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[_faith_]

Faith had seen the flinch, and she smirked. "Havin' fun yet? 'Cause I am." She braced herself, waiting for her opponent's next move.

[slayer_wannabe_]

A low growl came from Kennedy’s throat. Having just about enough of playing, she lunged herself at the other woman, intending to tackle her.

[_faith_]

Kennedy's momentum carried them into the opposite wall, and Faith breathed out what felt like the entire contents of her lungs as her shoulder hit. Sweat trickled down the back of her neck, and she twisted her head irritably, trying to wipe it without the benefit of her hands.

[slayer_wannabe_]

Kennedy grinned satisfactorily, but she was far from done. She gave the Slayer a punch in the ribs of good measure, "you want to know what's funny?" She said, connecting another blow but missing the last, Faith having caught on to her moves. "I use to think you were God. All that Power.."

[_faith_]

Faith had been amused up until that point. Her features hardened. "You wanna know what's funny?" she said, working her hands up between them and shoving Kennedy away from her, hard. "I never thought anythin' about you. I still don't."

She whirled and began making her way out, headed for anywhere that wasn't here. She resisted the temptation to put a hand to her sore ribs.

[slayer_wannabe_]

Kennedy resisted the strong urge to chase after Faith and give her a piece of her mind. She was sure she'd gotten her point across, and there was a certain blonde-haired boss that she still had to talk to. Throwing her hands in the air, Kennedy sighed and made her way to the exit, hoping that Eve was home...