5x5.001 - crappy heaven.
Comas were a real bitch. They were a hell of a lot more fun when they had a tour of ye olden days of Angelus, but even then they had their screwed up way of slamming you into brick walls and jacking with your organs. She had to pee. She was damn sure no one in their right mind was going to mess with that at the Hyperion, but here - in the darkness of the coma, Faith knew she had to pee and getting kicked in the gut by the Angel doppleganger twin thing wasn't helping matters.
Maybe it'd just be easier to let go.
No more pressure. No more screwed up head tilting glances of people waiting for her to snap on them. She saw the way Cor' looked at her. That 'better than you' bullshit was really tiresome. The alley wasn't exactly where she wanted to meet her end, really wasn't too keen on it being at the hand of some head trip courtesy of the one person she actually trusted, either. Still, it was better than a long slow death getting beaten down or one of those crazy vampire maulings either.
Those future Slayers, the ones that would come after her... she was the lineage anyway, how would they dream of her death? Faith wondered if it'd be with the needle being shoved into her thigh or her body in that coma wherever they put her in the hotel. Would the girl that saw what she saw only see the darkness, or would she get this little tour inside of Angel's personal Hell too?
Her mind had been slipping away, focusing on giving up when she heard him shout to her. It startled her to aware for a moment, the words actually making her feel like this didn't have to be her end. "I need you to fight."
When she woke up, it was a surge of adrenaline shooting through her body, forcing her to seated and to her feet instantly. Her hand pressed at the door, not even realizing that she'd been alone in a room that didn't remotely resemble the Hyperion's decor. She just ran... and then she slowed down. The new surroundings were really starting to confuse her and the actual realization that she had no clue where she was, let alone how the hell she'd gotten there. Her hand moved to her neck, the bandage still taped over the bite marks... her arms still sore from throwing those punches earlier...
Her brow furrowed with confusion, her hands sliding into her hair as she turned around in a circle taking in the area.
"Shit... did I die?" Exhaling, she moved toward the wall and took a seat on the floor, "How fuckin' unfair is this crap? Back in the fight... my ass. Great plan, Wes. Really, amazing plan."
Maybe it'd just be easier to let go.
No more pressure. No more screwed up head tilting glances of people waiting for her to snap on them. She saw the way Cor' looked at her. That 'better than you' bullshit was really tiresome. The alley wasn't exactly where she wanted to meet her end, really wasn't too keen on it being at the hand of some head trip courtesy of the one person she actually trusted, either. Still, it was better than a long slow death getting beaten down or one of those crazy vampire maulings either.
Those future Slayers, the ones that would come after her... she was the lineage anyway, how would they dream of her death? Faith wondered if it'd be with the needle being shoved into her thigh or her body in that coma wherever they put her in the hotel. Would the girl that saw what she saw only see the darkness, or would she get this little tour inside of Angel's personal Hell too?
Her mind had been slipping away, focusing on giving up when she heard him shout to her. It startled her to aware for a moment, the words actually making her feel like this didn't have to be her end. "I need you to fight."
When she woke up, it was a surge of adrenaline shooting through her body, forcing her to seated and to her feet instantly. Her hand pressed at the door, not even realizing that she'd been alone in a room that didn't remotely resemble the Hyperion's decor. She just ran... and then she slowed down. The new surroundings were really starting to confuse her and the actual realization that she had no clue where she was, let alone how the hell she'd gotten there. Her hand moved to her neck, the bandage still taped over the bite marks... her arms still sore from throwing those punches earlier...
Her brow furrowed with confusion, her hands sliding into her hair as she turned around in a circle taking in the area.
"Shit... did I die?" Exhaling, she moved toward the wall and took a seat on the floor, "How fuckin' unfair is this crap? Back in the fight... my ass. Great plan, Wes. Really, amazing plan."