Angel for hells_revenge
The alley was full of roars, crys, and screams... and it was still raining. Of course it would be raining... we had had an almost-apocalypse with fire before, so why not one with water now? Had to balance things somehow, right?
The dragon was dead... after all of my bickering with Spike, it was still Illyria who had killed the damn thing... of course.
Meanwhile, though, there were still demons all over the place. I swung my sword again, my energy now fueled only by adrenaline, and the urge to get this over and done with. We had been through enough, had seen enough people dead... had killed enough people. I shook my head as I reversed the blow of the blade, coming back around to behead another demon coming up behind me.
Cordelia... gone. Fred... gone... and now Wes. Everyone was dying... Gunn was somewhere; I hadn't seen him in a while. Last I had seen, he was bleeding pretty heavily, and Illyria was right- he wasn't going to last much longer. One more soldier down... or going down.
With a cry of frustration, I slammed a foot into a demon's midsection, driving it back, even as another demon tried to hit me from behind. An elbow in the face and a quick twist of the neck later, it was just another fallen form on the ground.
I had basically killed them all myself, of course. I hadn't been able to save Cordelia from what had been growing inside of her; and then it had put her into a coma, a statis of being, that had eventually claimed her.
I hadn't been able to figure out another way to save Fred from the demon goddess possessing her. I could have done what Drogyn had wanted, but that would have sacrificed tens of thousands of lives... not something Fred would have wanted. If we had gone through with that... Fred would never have spoken to any of us again.
And now Wesley... somehow, I had always expected him to make it through. He was the one who I could always count on to be there. He had faced down death so many times before, and this was a mage. Wes was nothing if not prepared for anything. He wouldn't have gone in unarmed.
But... he was dead. It... hurt, more than I would have thought it could. We had been through so much together, and yes, even hated each other at times. He had stolen my son, but somehow, we had even made it through that intact, more or less. But Wes was dead.
They had all left me.
I dropped my sword in the mud of the alley, and slammed a fist into a demon's face.
Who else would I have to lose, before I realized that I wasn't allowed to have anyone?
((Open for Spike, Illyria, and Gunn))
The dragon was dead... after all of my bickering with Spike, it was still Illyria who had killed the damn thing... of course.
Meanwhile, though, there were still demons all over the place. I swung my sword again, my energy now fueled only by adrenaline, and the urge to get this over and done with. We had been through enough, had seen enough people dead... had killed enough people. I shook my head as I reversed the blow of the blade, coming back around to behead another demon coming up behind me.
Cordelia... gone. Fred... gone... and now Wes. Everyone was dying... Gunn was somewhere; I hadn't seen him in a while. Last I had seen, he was bleeding pretty heavily, and Illyria was right- he wasn't going to last much longer. One more soldier down... or going down.
With a cry of frustration, I slammed a foot into a demon's midsection, driving it back, even as another demon tried to hit me from behind. An elbow in the face and a quick twist of the neck later, it was just another fallen form on the ground.
I had basically killed them all myself, of course. I hadn't been able to save Cordelia from what had been growing inside of her; and then it had put her into a coma, a statis of being, that had eventually claimed her.
I hadn't been able to figure out another way to save Fred from the demon goddess possessing her. I could have done what Drogyn had wanted, but that would have sacrificed tens of thousands of lives... not something Fred would have wanted. If we had gone through with that... Fred would never have spoken to any of us again.
And now Wesley... somehow, I had always expected him to make it through. He was the one who I could always count on to be there. He had faced down death so many times before, and this was a mage. Wes was nothing if not prepared for anything. He wouldn't have gone in unarmed.
But... he was dead. It... hurt, more than I would have thought it could. We had been through so much together, and yes, even hated each other at times. He had stolen my son, but somehow, we had even made it through that intact, more or less. But Wes was dead.
They had all left me.
I dropped my sword in the mud of the alley, and slammed a fist into a demon's face.
Who else would I have to lose, before I realized that I wasn't allowed to have anyone?
((Open for Spike, Illyria, and Gunn))