Coming to.
[ for angel_afterlife ]
"In terms of a plan?"
"We fight."
"Bit more specific."
"Well, personally, I kind of want to slay the dragon. Let's go to work."
Those were the last words I could remember saying, hearing. After that, there had been nothing but screams from both sides, cries and growls. The heat of fire, the thick stench of blood, both human and demon. An ear-piercing scream as Gunn fell to the rain-slicked pavement. First one down.
The rest of us followed suit. The scene kept playing itself over and over in my head. I knew all the lines by heart now, all the blocking. Spike was next, then Illyria. Then me.
We had gone down fighting.
Dead. We were all dead. At least, that's what I thought. If we were dead -- if I was dead, really dead -- why did I hear all these voices around me?
"What the ruddy-soddin'-bloody hell does a bloke have t'do 'round here in order t'stay fuckin' DEAD?"
That's what I'd like to know. I groaned as I became to come to, opening my eyes only to find that I was sprawled out on the lobby floor of the Hyperion. The Hyperion... it had been awhile since I'd last walked those halls. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the artificial lighting, but once they did, I could see that I wasn't the only one there. Cordelia, Spike, Gunn, Wesley, Illyria... Fred.
Was this real? I had no way to tell. I slowly began to push myself up off the floor, finally managing to sit up. A sharp pain shot through my side and my hand instantly flew to my abdomen.
"Ow... feels like someone gave me a good kick in the ribs..."
"In terms of a plan?"
"We fight."
"Bit more specific."
"Well, personally, I kind of want to slay the dragon. Let's go to work."
Those were the last words I could remember saying, hearing. After that, there had been nothing but screams from both sides, cries and growls. The heat of fire, the thick stench of blood, both human and demon. An ear-piercing scream as Gunn fell to the rain-slicked pavement. First one down.
The rest of us followed suit. The scene kept playing itself over and over in my head. I knew all the lines by heart now, all the blocking. Spike was next, then Illyria. Then me.
We had gone down fighting.
Dead. We were all dead. At least, that's what I thought. If we were dead -- if I was dead, really dead -- why did I hear all these voices around me?
"What the ruddy-soddin'-bloody hell does a bloke have t'do 'round here in order t'stay fuckin' DEAD?"
That's what I'd like to know. I groaned as I became to come to, opening my eyes only to find that I was sprawled out on the lobby floor of the Hyperion. The Hyperion... it had been awhile since I'd last walked those halls. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the artificial lighting, but once they did, I could see that I wasn't the only one there. Cordelia, Spike, Gunn, Wesley, Illyria... Fred.
Was this real? I had no way to tell. I slowly began to push myself up off the floor, finally managing to sit up. A sharp pain shot through my side and my hand instantly flew to my abdomen.
"Ow... feels like someone gave me a good kick in the ribs..."