WHO: Faith Lehane WHAT: She's found out the truth, this is how she deals WHEN: Backdated to last night WHERE: The Factory RATING: High. Language and violence inside. STATUS: Complete as a narrative, open if someone* wants to tag *this is a qualified 'someone'. It is taggable, but proceed with a LOT of caution. This is a deeply upset/hurt/angry Slayer and if you're not on her list of friends/trusted people, she will react badly to you trying to talk to her. Actually, even if she knows you she'll react badly, it's just her friends who will get away without being maimed. Think VERY carefully before tagging!
So this was how it felt. To have your heart ripped out of your chest and survive. It was a little more numb than Faith had ever expected, like someone had put the entire world on mute. She left the warehouse, walking away from all of them. She just couldn't face staying. Didn't trust herself to not lose it in there.
Sam had been cheating on her. Sam had been cheating on her. With Ruby. It may not have been sex (or had it been? Faith didn't even trust that any more) but it felt like an infidelity. A betrayal. Sneaking around behind her back and drinking Ruby's blood. A demon's blood, slowly corroding away his humanity until there was nothing of Sam Winchester left.
That was why. The mood swings, the secrets, the lost days. All of it made a screaming, twisted sort of sense now. And it had been going on for months. Months of this which meant...
Which meant it had been going on for as long as they'd been together. For their entire 'relationship' Sam had been some strung out junkie, becoming more monster than man. Had all of it been a lie? Some trick? Had Sam and Ruby both just been using her as some sort of cover to distract his family from their sick little affair?
Maybe she deserved this. Maybe this was the price for falling in love with a man she had no right to, her friend's ex. A punishment for her. The words of the First, in the guise of the Mayor came to her. "No one will ever love you. Not the way I love you." She'd been a fool to think that someone could genuinely love a murderer like her.
All of a sudden she missed Angelus with a sharp painful clarity. The vampire had tortured her and tormented her, come damn close to breaking her and driving her to insanity, but all the while the one thing that had kept her going, kept her fighting was the need to get back to Sam. Because she loved him. And he loved her.
Yeah right.
All lies, a delusion, a fantasy in her head. None of it had been real. Because all the while he'd been with that demon bitch, drinking her blood.
Probably had fucked her too.
Rage and grief twisted her gut, left Faith feeling unable to breathe. She needed to lash out, needed to hurt something, anything. Just make something feel. And there was only one place suitable when she was in that sort of mood.
She could hear the noise of the crowd from down the dark street, shouting and screaming for blood. Good. Blood was exactly what she intended to give them tonight. She made her way inside the Factory, looking up at the cage with a grim smile. She could feel the energy of the people, demons and humans alike. She didn't care. She'd make them hurt.
She pushed her way to the cage, slapping some money into the hands of the demon running the cage that night as she climbed inside. Dimly she could hear the jeers and cheers of the now expanding crowd, was vaguely aware of the announcer riling them up, getting people to queue up to fight her.
The first one got in, revving up the spectators as he tried for bravado. Stepping up against a Slayer, every demon's dream. She didn't know what species he was, she didn't care. She went straight for the attack, kicking him in the ribs before punching him in the jaw. He went down quickly, among a crowd of boos. The next one came in, and the one after and the one after. Faith didn't say anything, just fought them all, one after another, never letting up, just keeping at them until they begged out and she'd step back and wait for the next. The ring was splattered with blood, both her own and her opponents. Blood. It always came down to blood.
No matter how many limped or crawled away from her, more kept coming, each one more eager than the last to take her on. Idiots. She wasn't even feeling tired, not even after she lost all track of time except for knowing that the minutes were now stretching into hours in there. She just kept going, letting out all her anger into inflicting the pain onto others.