(no subject)
As Linda had told her story I’d stood there opening and closing my mouth like a fish.
Was I on the wrong side?
The council had done horrible things; Slayers were just commodities... if she don’t tow the line she’d get punished, a whole army of potentials waiting to take her place if something went wrong, she was disposable.
I stared out the window watching the sun come up, a new day, exposing the shadows, lighting up the dark secrets... but this council was different wasn’t it? David was different wasn’t he? And we were different now, the slayers, we, WE, not I, WE, so many of us now, did we have the power?
The thoughts swam in my head, the light spreading its fingers all over my room, the colours outside autumnal: oranges, browns, reds....
I closed my eyes, remembering the scene from just a few days ago, people I cared about trapped in a room, with a mad woman, but how mad was she? Furious, and perhaps rightly so, she had been used, and because she wasn’t what they wanted they had disposed of her, taken her out of the loop. She’d told her story, spitting out the words at David, as she bled from Ieuan’s wound... the life draining from her, they let her die, Ieuan and David, decided it was for the best. I sank to the floor, unable to form words, held my knees to my chest, crying quietly in the corner. Crying for the woman I’d just been so intent on beating to a bloody pulp.
I shook my head, pushing the images away.
Was the council any better now? I wasn’t sure it was, David had drugged Willow when he thought she might lose control, to protect her, or perhaps more accurately to protect himself... I’d been sent away when I did something wrong.
I sighed. The more things change, the more they stay the same...
Was I on the wrong side?
The council had done horrible things; Slayers were just commodities... if she don’t tow the line she’d get punished, a whole army of potentials waiting to take her place if something went wrong, she was disposable.
I stared out the window watching the sun come up, a new day, exposing the shadows, lighting up the dark secrets... but this council was different wasn’t it? David was different wasn’t he? And we were different now, the slayers, we, WE, not I, WE, so many of us now, did we have the power?
The thoughts swam in my head, the light spreading its fingers all over my room, the colours outside autumnal: oranges, browns, reds....
I closed my eyes, remembering the scene from just a few days ago, people I cared about trapped in a room, with a mad woman, but how mad was she? Furious, and perhaps rightly so, she had been used, and because she wasn’t what they wanted they had disposed of her, taken her out of the loop. She’d told her story, spitting out the words at David, as she bled from Ieuan’s wound... the life draining from her, they let her die, Ieuan and David, decided it was for the best. I sank to the floor, unable to form words, held my knees to my chest, crying quietly in the corner. Crying for the woman I’d just been so intent on beating to a bloody pulp.
I shook my head, pushing the images away.
Was the council any better now? I wasn’t sure it was, David had drugged Willow when he thought she might lose control, to protect her, or perhaps more accurately to protect himself... I’d been sent away when I did something wrong.
I sighed. The more things change, the more they stay the same...