I DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO MICHELLE AND SARAH WHO ARE GETTING MARRIED! Now...as usual...None of the characters are mine...blah blah blah, yes I'm a theif, don't sue me...thought I'd play around with Kennedy's arrival and do her point of view in season 7, cause i can't seem to write much else right now...*sigh*...anyway, enjoy...
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I am Kennedy Prescott. Powerful. Now I’ll cut the crap, into every generation a slayer is born, blah-dy blah blah. You know, I’m so sick of hearing that speech, I’m a potential, which basically means I have, ‘waiting in line’ tattooed across my forehead. It’s not fun, and it’s certainly not easy. My watcher, well, now my ex-watcher, due to his unforeseen death, used to read me the legacy over and over until my head would spin and I could recite it perfectly. I could meditate and concentrate for days without food when I was only five, I’d mastered countless martial arts, learned how to use a stake effectively and begun learning crossbow at seven, at eight I did weights for four hours every day before bed, not heavy ones, but still. I’d train on weekends, take nun chucks on holiday to the Hamptons with my family, do tai chi on the balcony of my bedroom at home before class.
Believe me, if you think it sounds fun, you should try it for eighteen years, watching your Mum and Dad get divorced and then move away from Brazil when you’re only four, find out your potential and gain a watcher/close and personal family friend, be a bridesmaid at your Dad’s wedding to the step-mom from hell, be cursing your entire existence as you pace the corridors in the waiting room while the blow up bride gives birth to your half sister, realising you’re gay and coming out, being shunned by your family and shoved into the furthest wing of the house to live, sleeping with a different girl every night, failing out of school, being plucked from your home to go on a road trip with Tweedy Bird, Motor Mouth and Mother Theresa, I kid you not, my life is no bed of sweet smelling roses, and my gut tells me it’s about to get even uglier.
And now, me and Tweedy, also called Giles, Motor Mouth Molly, and Annabelle, who I consider holy Mother Theresa because of her constant ‘Control your fear or it will consume you, confide your darkest terror in God alone.’ are all stood outside what is meant to be the home of the slayer, the one standing in my way of being who I was born to be. Giles puts his hand up to knock on the door but it is torn open before he can even move another millimetre. I don’t know why but I’m bored already, and I’m hungry, then the hungries bring the…
“Buffy…” The old man trailed off before he said anything else, but why, what’s so special about her?
“Giles?” Oh God her voice sounds really common, big, big internal sigh.
Before anyone else can say anything else Molly shoves forward and in through the door, “Nice place…bit of a mess.” Now I know I’m rude, but I’m not that rude, I follow Annabelle who’s following Molly past the Slayer, I eye her up and seize the horror, controlling it, “This is the slayer?” the question was more to myself than anyone else, I sigh and carry on, ignoring the oversized bumbling sidekick that is stood next to her, unsure of what he is meant to say.
I stopped when I rounded the corner, there, leaning against the entrance to what appeared to be a messed up living room full of people, was a pale redhead, wearing a sequined blouse, she didn’t see me at first as I checked out her body, she was stood with her arms crossed, can’t see her breasts properly, damn it. She has a nice ass though, hips that I want to hold while she lays underneath me and I’m…
“Kennedy?” Annabelle is looking at me strangely and I stop daydreaming and snap my head back up, not even having the decency to blush at being caught.
The redhead unfolds her arms, and there they are, breasts, perfect like the rest of her, oh, wait, shit, she’s coming towards me, she’s going to touch me. Kennedy stay calm, don’t you dare panic, you are a bigger womaniser in your home town than half the men, chill. She isn’t coming towards me, she’s leaving the room, shit, Kennedy do something. I stick my hand out, “I’m Kennedy.” Stupid, stupid, are you insane? Now you seem like a freak, I am not a freak! Oh God, am I a freak? Well she’s shaking my hand, listen Kenn, she’s talking.
“Willow.” Her lips move soft and fully formed as she smiles with it, her eyes not making contact with mine, wait, if her eyes aren’t making contact, either she thinks I am a freak, or she likes me too. She lets go of my hand and heads upstairs, “Nice to meet you.” is all she says before disappearing. I think my heart stopped, somebody call the paramedics.
“I’m Anya, vengeance demon at your service. Any guy you recently broke up with, just say I wish and it’ll happen, I’ll make it happen.”
Annabelle stood back a little, I just smiled, “Anya, unless you’re gonna hurt girls, I doubt you’ll be interested in any of my ex’s.”
“Kennedy!” Annabelle said my name in a way that was both disgusted, revolted and horrified all at the same time. Hmm, almost feels like home, not one of them shed a tear when I told them I was leaving.
“What, I was just-” The bumbling idiot cut me off.
“Okay ladies, PMT tolerance level just passed it’s peak so can we calm it down please.” Buffy looked at him,
“He’s right.” We have to stick together. Oh joy, please hand me the glue, because I sure am looking fun to being glued to this lot for the next however long. Not.
My head is spinning, there’s just too much going on for me to think about, there’s a guy named Andrew strapped to a chair, now if the person in the chair was Willow, I’d be totally for it, and I‘d sit there and pretend I didn‘t notice I was sat on her lap, but seeing as he has proved to be even more annoying than Molly, I don’t really understand why he’s here if I’m honest. Anya, a demon, is living in the slayers house. Xander, the bumbling idiot used to date her. And then, the multi-coloured hundreds and thousands, as if stuffy Slayer watcher, clueless Slayer and annoying potential groupies wasn’t enough, there is a snivelling little rat Slayer sister that reminds me of my half sister Emma as well, this place really is just like home, but smaller.
I’m stood here like an idiot, being cross examined by Dawn, the aforementioned snivelling sister, “They’re all slayers?” She looks to Giles for conformation and all I want to scream is ‘only when your cute blonde sister pops her clogs matey’. “Uh, Potential slayers, waiting for one to be called, there were many more like them all over the world, but uh, now there’s just a handful and they‘re all on their way to Sunnydale.”
“The other’s were murdered.” Oh, it’s Batty Blonde Buffy to rescue us from Tweedy’s speech, Jees she could be just a tad neurotic.
But he goes on and on and on about death of the slayer line blah blah blah, and Buffy and him have a realisation conversation as though they were alone in an office doing business together. I try to look like I care about what they are talking about, and I do actually care that my ass is on the line, but I can’t help sneaking glances at Willow sat on the couch with Demon face and baby Dawn, her skin’s so flawless, pale and pore-less with freckles I want to kiss.
“No more slayer…ever.” Woah, wait a second, huh what did Buffy say? And…Oh, stop thinking, Willow’s talking.
“But we haven’t found any information on the first, no documentation…” She looks like a lost sheep, aww, she’s the book type, all library and tech work, kinda like Giles, no strike that thought Willow seems more of an internet person than a book person, yeah, whiz chick, my girl. No, not yours, not yet at least.
She takes the files from the table as Annabelle puts them down, looking more lost by the second, she looks so cute! My mind is still working as I try to make my eyes follow who’s talking, thinking about touching her, thinking about kissing her. Trying to look around Giles to see the redheaded Willow once more.
“And it cost them their lives!” Andrew, the annoying geek strapped to the chair that I wish was Willow, gets hysterical and everyone turns to look at him, my eyes internally roll into the beck of my head and Xander goes to gag him on Buffy’s word like a pet dog.
Giles continues his speech I hear the word ‘bringer’ and my stomach stirs with anger, my watcher, I could see him now, face down in his own blood, stabbed to death, “Those freaks in the black robes.”
“Yeah with the hoodies and the crazy alphabet eyes.” I nod and Molly carries on talking, but I’ve stopped listening, I have a habit of that, comes from living with a lecturer for a step-mom.
I can’t believe how much faith these people have in that short blonde bimbo sat across the room from me, Giles is reeling off the plan, going on about balances and guardians, how it all falls on Buffy. I step forward, “That’s it? That’s the plan? I don’t see how one person, even a slayer could protect us, I saw what those bringer guys can do, they tore apart my watcher.” Giles tries to put me off.
“Of cause we’ll use all our resources.” He isn’t successful, I’m on one now,
“And if this thing is the root of all evil, isn’t the Hellmouth its number one vacation spot? I mean, don’t you think we should be hiding our asses on the other side of the globe!”
“Kennedy!” And there it was again, I was about worked up enough to smack her in the jaw, but my anger flow was interrupted by a voice, Buffy’s voice,
“No, she’s right, we need more muscle, that’s why we need to find Spike.” I keep nodding, thankful someone agrees with me, but who the hell is Spike? Sounds like a name that would be more suited to her friend Xander, he’s the lovable puppy dog that likes to grant blondie’s every wish. Anya launched off into a big thing about crazies and killing people, this Spike didn’t sound like the kind of person you’d find out to help you in a battle against evil, more likely he’d be on the other side.
The rest of the day was mostly about buying food from the supermarket, extremely expensive, seems Slayers and potentials have great metabolisms, making them hungry a hell of a lot, Giles, Molly, Annabelle and I filled three shopping carts with goodies before making our way back to base. I’m calling it base because I don’t really find it home. Home would be Willow baking cookies, red front door, flashy car, tidy house, not windowless living room and cramped spaces, plus no idea where you’re going to be forced to sleep. When we got back we put all the shopping away wherever we could shove it and left the rest on the island in the middle of the room.
I grabbed a bag of frozen cookie dough and jammed it onto a tray in the oven, maybe the smell would help it feel more home-y. I was watching them cook when Willow came in, I watched her washing some of the dishes the others left behind, watching the sun shine off her hair and the way her hips moved when she moved something from the sink to the draining board.
“Is something burning?” She turned around and caught me looking, I leapt to the oven and dropped the hot tray onto the island, they were only a little burned on the tips, I sighed, “I’m useless at this sort of thing, I’m more of a packet girl.”
“Hmm, didn’t this come from a packet?” She said eyeing the savaged plastic bag of frozen cookie dough on the sideboard.
“So it did.” I sighed and grabbed one but it was way too hot to eat.
“Maybe you’re more of a ready-cooked person.” She handed me a packet of Maryland cookies.
“It was the smell I was going for.” I shook my had and ripped the packet open a little too forcefully, two dropped onto the table, I offered one up to her, “Thanks though.” She smiled and I struggled not to fall off the stool, my heart has stopped, this time it really has. She takes a bite of that cookie and all sorts of visions flash into my mind as she walks out of the room, Jesus, cold shower now.
It was dark when I finally emerged from the excruciating cold shower, my hormones only slightly dampened. I am not a spaz, I will get this girl. Oh shit, what if she’s straight, surely not straight, she doesn’t seem straight, no Kenn, you just don’t want her to be. Please let her be gay, please please please, big guy up there, if you never ever do anything else for me in my whole life make her gay and make her like me, and if you have the power make us live so I can ravish her how I want to. A grin on my face and my hormones raging again I sigh and exit the bathroom, now do I ask snivel or blondie for a hairdryer. “Dawn?” the moody one sticks her head out of a door, I assume is her room, “Can I borrow a hairdryer?” Dawns eyes roll and she goes back inside, I hear rummaging before she emerges with a hideously pink and glittery dryer, wonderful, I get to look like a fairy in a fluffy white towel with a pink hairdryer. Seeing as I have no room and Giles appears to have disappeared with my duffel bag I guess I’ll get dressed in my old clothes and dry my hair in the hallway with no mirror.
I get down the stairs and turn the corner, and Willow is making a sofa bed, she notices me, “Okay, so Annabelle can sleep down here uh, Molly can sleep in Dawn’s room-”
“Not if Dawn actually wants to sleep, Molly’ll talk her ear off.” the truth had to be known, last thing I need is to hear snivel snivelling over breakfast because she’s tired.
“Okay, then Molly down here, you with Dawn and Annabelle in my room.”
“Bad idea, Annabelle snores.”
“Do you wanna do the sleeping arrangements?” She hands me the blankets and sheets,
“Sure, but you better not hog the covers,” I flash her a smile and turn to go up the stairs, score one for the outgoing confident Kennedy, who’s heart is beating so fast right now it’s making her need the bathroom, okay Kenn, get a grip, she’s just a girl, WOMAN, okay, she’s just a woman, a very attractive woman that you want very badly, but nonetheless a woman, nothing to be afraid of, I am Kennedy Prescott, potential Slayer, gay and proud, as kicking and a relic to be worshipped, okay bighead shut up or you’re never going to get through Willow’s door and into her bed.
I dumped some sheets in Dawn’s room and told Annabelle and Molly where to sleep. I flipped the light when I was going into Willow’s room and looked around me. The place is amazing. Ornaments and books, fancy throw over the bed, immaculately clean, tidiest room I’ve seen all day, and it smelled of what I imagine Willow would smell like if I could actually get close to her. Finally I spied my duffel bag in the corner of her room, was this fate or what? I got changed quickly not wanting to be all half naked when the redheaded wonder entered her room and then I climbed into the bed and snuggled down.
It was a while before Willow came to bed, she probably thought I was asleep, even with the light on, I heard her changing and I squinted one eye open to see that she’d had a shower, damn it, I missed the towel-only entrance. Then I shut my eyes again as she turned round, she flipped the light switch and the orange before my eyes became black, I heard shuffling, not next to me, on the floor. She was sleeping on the floor! She does think I’m a freak. Damn.
Sleep must have come because I don’t remember much after a few tears of the lonely kind. I’d been awake all of around three minutes when my constant stare must have disturbed Willow’s dreams, I stood up, in nothing but a crop-top and hot pants and took my wash bag to the bathroom, feeling Willow’s shocked stare on my body. On the way out of her room I noticed a picture, Willow and a blonde woman on a bench. The look on their faces made it obvious, Willow was gay, the question that made my stomach knot was ’is she taken?’. the first thought was that surely her girlfriend would live here, but that wasn’t the case with most people who were just dating so why would it be for Willow? The thing is, if they were just dating, then I was in with a chance anyway. My head hurt by the time I left the bathroom, and my stomach growled with hunger, the sun was just up and I was starved.
I was eating fruit loops for breakfast with Annabell and Motor Mouth rummaging in the background when Giles and a rather beat up looking Buffy came in mid conversation. I decided to apologise seeing the shock on their faces at us being up so early. “Sorry about the British invasion.” this set Molly off,
“Yeah, we’ve been up for hours, 4pm London time.” I took a good look at Buffy she was holing her head,
“Are you okay, you look…” I couldn’t find the word, evidently failing school was having an impact on my vocabulary.
“Oh, yeah, I, I just got into a fight is all.” She wasn’t convincing anyone as she slumped onto a stool. Saying something else as my mind went on to think about what epic battle she had that I could have had was I the slayer. Giles mentions discussing things in private and I realise I’d been staring I turn back to Molly, making a face as though we’re not wanted, “What, you mean not in front of the next generation? No time to coddle them Giles, welcome to the war room guys.” I can’t help smiling into my fruit loops, seems the Slayer thinks we should hear what goes on instead of being pushed out.
Giles launches into a speech about a Turok-Han or something, while I cradle a mug of nice warm and extremely comforting British tea, said beastie doesn‘t sound so pretty. Annabelle, who is taking notes like the spaz that she is asks if she slayed it.
“No, it’s still out there…” She shrugs, “Somewhere.”
“What’s it want?” Molly pipes up and instantly I go to switch off in case she talks any more, but Buffy takes it as the end of the question and answers,
“All of us dead.” Blatant, blunt, hard-hitting and simple, Buffy reminded me of me somehow, but surely I’m not as psychotic?
She told us to wait it out, basically telling us that to all intent and purposes that we were rendered useless, I was rendered useless.
So what do you do in California when you’re being hunted by evil men in black robes with freaky eyes and there’s nothing you can do but sit and wait. Me? I train.
Molly took the time to sit and talk to the walls, thinking she was talking to Annabelle while Annabelle prayed until her crucifix and her bible were all prayed out. I wrapped up my hands and beat the living hell out o a punch bag. Then when I was so sweaty I could take no more, I fell asleep on a bunk that was pulled down conveniently. Only to be awoken by Willow shaking me, “Jees, what?” I moaned before realising I was her and apologising for being rude, still running on British time was taking an effect on me.
Giles began his ‘Sundown in 17 minutes’ pacing of the living room floor, and Xander started joking about trapping the Turok-Han in the pantry. Willow tried to make us feel better, “We’ll be okay or even better, it’s like our guarantee.” Hmm, some guarantee. She turned to Buffy, “I just, I want you to know that I’m really sorry about letting you down, what with the magic going all ahh, and me being all eee and everything getting all grr. I wish I could help out.”
So that’s what Willow does, she’s a magician, very nice. Internal sigh, imaginary conversation with my dad ‘Hey, I have a new girlfriend her name’s Willow and she’s a magician.’ I could almost see his face now. Still, there was something magic about her, the glint in her green eyes, that tint of sadness that made you want to hug her and tell her it would be okay, the way her freckles stood out just enough for you to want to reach out and touch them, the way her mouth moved when she spoke, or her body moved in the light. The light coming through the gap in Xander’s amazing window cover up was lessening, my head started to think battle instead of bed and I almost leapt off of the couch, “Hey are we getting weapons? Trained fighters, badness coming, I‘ve heard worse ideas.”
Annabelle’s turn to butt in again, “We’ll be armed when the slayer feels we’re ready.” God, how does she manage to get everything to sound like a sermon, it’s amazing.
“I feel ready.” Molly had fear in her eyes, something I was lacking, fear, here I was more scared in case Willow was dating someone or if she thought I was a freak than about killing thousand upon thousand of year old super-vamp.
Annabelle begins her speech on ‘controlling fear’ again. I decide the best way around hearing a sermon is to get in as soon as possible, “Yeah, you know what would help with that?” I shoot a look at her before turning back to Buffy, “Weapons.”
The blonde begins to shake her head, “Uh, I don’t know about that-”
I cut her off, I’m getting impatient, I want to feel the strength of a weapon in my hand, show Willow I’m not a freak. “We’re sitting ducks without them!”
Again Annabelle theows her two-penneth in, deciding my opinion is ridiculous as she has full faith in blonde-bruise face. “We’re with the slayer. Safe as houses.”
I wave my hand around in a pointed fashion, “You see the house we’re in??” Then I sigh and sit down heavily on the arm of the chair, waiting for a decision.
Annabelle finally sees what the hell I’m talking about, she plays with her crucifix as if it will fix everything and sighs as she says, “It’ll come straight for us wont it?”
Buffy seems to think about it for a moment and I push her a little with a look, “We should load them up Giles.” Xander makes his way over to Andrew while the three of us grab the weapons of our choice. I favour the crossbow, taking a few minutes to learn how it loads up I didn’t notice Andrew babbling in the distance, and I really didn’t hear Annabelle backing towards the doorway.
“What are you doing?” It’s Molly’s voice that makes me turn round, not realising I’m aiming the crossbow at Annabelle until I see her eyes fill with more fear, I drop it back in the chest and she turns and runs out of the door.
Molly watches her leave and I feel myself unable to move, I’m screaming at myself to grab the crossbow and go after her, she didn’t take a weapon. There’s a part of me that thinks stay where you are idiot, do you want to die now before all the real action? Just go and tell…
“Uh, guys? Annabelle split…” Molly’s voice breaks my thoughts. Exactly, tell blondie. I could get to like motor mouth, she thinks like me. Buffy and Giles rounded the corner so I could see their faces, Giles looked disappointed, almost pitying. Buffy seemed to fear for Annabelle’s life, but why? It wasn’t like she knew her, or even cared about her. My mind seemed to stream with thousands of tiny thoughts, did she actually care? Were these things actually so bad that it was impossible to not be scared for someone’s safety? I shook myself out of it quite fast, but I was dizzy from the impact. Buffy had grabbed her jacket before I knew what was happening, I was all set to go too, but she refused me that and told us all to stay. She wanted the glory, either that or this thing was really under her skin, when that happens it’s never good.
“Tea anyone?” Giles voice was faltering as he said it, almost a little too high as he held up an empty mug as a gesture. Ah, the English and their tea, that’ll solve everything.
“Please, I’m gasping for a cuppa.” Molly moved forward, she seemed to shield her fear better than me right now. How was that possible. I am Kennedy, and nothing and no one scares me. Yeah right. Shut up.
I just nodded, I think I was still numb, no matter how much Annabelle had annoyed me she didn’t deserve to die, especially at the hand of something that scared the slayer. Oh God, I did not just refer to her as something above me, did I? She’s just in the way that’s all.
The tea was too milky, but even with the excess milk it scolded my throat and remained bitter to taste. Was this how my life was going to end, in this house, miles from home where they can’t even make decent tea?
I cradled the warmth though, and as I did it began to comfort me a little. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
“Don’t be an idiot Giles, what the hell did you let her go out after it for?” It was Xander’s voice that broke my comfort, and his anger seemed to fill me, an anger I thought I’d never feel again.
“I didn’t let her go after ‘it’ I let her go after ‘her’!” I walked into the room as he answered and sat down.
“Oh no, no we have to go after her.” It was Willow who spoke up now, standing behind Xander, oh God there was a spark there, not much but one I could see a hint of. Maybe she isn’t gay and it’s all my imagination.
“And what are we going to do exactly?” Giles seemed to ask the question I was thinking without realising it. Molly nodded and for the first time I noticed her stood next to me, also cradling tea, I was shocked, she was lost for words.
They left anyway, and it was me, Molly, Dawn and Anya, plus half a chest of weapons, versus…the TV? And microwave pizza? So here we were, a bottle of Pepsi and three slices each we sat…In silence.
When they got back, it was chaos. I wanted to throw up, me…Kennedy, wanted desperately to run up the stairs and hurl three slices and a bottle of Pepsi into Buffy’s sparkling toilet. But I didn’t, no one did, they just rallied round and acted like it was something they were used to.
It was Willow and Giles that carried Buffy upstairs, and I’m guessing, seeing as Giles reappeared minutes later, that Willow was helping her clean up. She could have scrubbed my back anytime. Except this really wasn’t the time, because Xander followed them in…With Annabelle dead in his arms. That was why I wanted to be sick. And just so you know, we buried her, me and Molly, in the dark, buried our companion in Buffy’s back yard. No one cried, no one said anything. We just sighed when we’d finished, placed her crucifix on top, went inside and washed our hands. It was like a dream, or a nightmare, I was numb. I’d only seen one other dead person in my life, my watcher, barely recognisable he was so dismembered.
At least then I’d cried, it was never something I’d expected to have to get used to, but I realised I was, I was losing my heart to it too. I could feel, but it seemed not to affect me. Ha. Guess I am tough after all.
We were sat at the table when Willow came downstairs. “She’s sleeping, I think.” Giles nodded.
“So what do we do?” Xander stood with Giles by the wall near where Willow had come in.
“Well we could make plans as we always do, but the truth is, Buffy was our plan, there is no back up.” He held up one single empty hand, and in that gesture, I knew that was how I felt. Cradled, empty…Hollow even.
“Giles, she looks bad.” Willow couldn’t lift her head, it was something I felt she hadn’t wanted to admit, and I wouldn’t have wanted to either, not in front of me, or Molly, or even the rest of the Scoobies, but she knew we’d all seen her.
“She does. I'm afraid there may be internal bleeding.” He shook his head.
“What does that mean?…Will She…” My heart seemed to stop. If she died I could be a slayer, then I thought about that and how bad it would be for Willow, and also my life, then my face flushed with guilt.
“Die?…I don’t think so…I don’t know.” He sighed, he really didn’t know.
“W-w-well what’ll we do if she can’t fight?…If she can‘t beat this thing?” Her voice was faltering and she seemed genuinely scared, so am I come to think of it.
Giles started to pace, and I found myself listening, and following his movement, “Then we’re back at square one.
Xander moved, “And which square would that be exactly?”
Giles did the gracious thing of turning to look when he answered, “I’m not sure. The first predates everything we‘ve ever known, or can know, it‘s everywhere, it‘s pure,” He paused to sigh and it made me look up again. “I don‘t know if we can fight it…”
The beginning of the speech was almost enough to send you to sleep, even though I found myself more crestfallen than sleepy if I’m honest. My head shot round when I heard another voice enter the conversation, the realisation hit me that it was Buffy’s voice and Jees did she look bad when she rounded that corner, like one big open wound, and yet she still didn’t seem beaten to me. “You’re right. We don't know how to fight it. We don't know when it'll come. We can't run, can't hide, can't pretend it's not the end, 'cause it is. Something's always been there to try and destroy the world. We've beaten them back, but we're not dealing with them anymore. We're dealing with the reason they exist. Evil. The strongest. The First.” I kinda felt for her, she looked like a scared child that stayed up way past it’s bed-time, except for the blood.
“Buffy, I-I-I know you’re tired-” She cut Giles off with a smile that seemed sarcastic to a point.
“I'm beyond tired. I'm beyond scared. I'm standing on the mouth of hell, and it is gonna swallow me whole. And it'll choke on me. We're not ready? They're not ready. They think we're gonna wait for the end to come, like we always do. I'm done waiting. They want an apocalypse? Oh, we'll give 'em one. Anyone else who wants to run, do it now. 'Cause we just became an army. We just declared war. From now on, we won't just face our worst fears, we will seek them out. We will find them, and cut out their hearts one by one, until The First shows itself for what it really is. And I'll kill it myself. There is only one thing on this earth more powerful than evil, and that's us. Any questions?” I didn’t know whether to laugh, smile, cry or clap. I was inspired, and on the verge of crying, but I knew she was right, and I wasn’t going to run, not in a million years.
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Well that's basically the episode...So I'll post Showtime under another chapter name, and start work on Potential...Review...I like it a lot...Luvyaz XxX |
