Who: Faith Lehane and NPCs What:why she's quiet while I'm away a not-great patrol When: Night- August 27th Where: Around LA Rating: PG-13 Status:Narrative- COMPLETE
Patrolling was a soothing constant in her life. No matter what else was going on, Faith would always spend at least some time every night wandering LA, stake at the ready. The big bads being in town didn't eliminate the other regular nasties. Even if there was a part of her wanting to run into the Scourge. Just once.
She was rounding the corner as she left one of the graveyards when it sounded as though she was getting her wish. The sounds of boots slamming on the ground made her press herself against the wall, slowly pulling her gun out and removing the safety as quietly as she could. She could feel her breath catching in her throat as she kept to the shadows.
The squad came into sight, not seeing her as she ducked down behind the trash can, carefully taking aim. It must be one of those patrol type things, only ten on them. Ten was good, ten she could deal with. She took aim, squeezing the trigger.
The sound of the shot definitely made them notice her. It also blew the brains out of one of the Scourge. Her grin of triumph was short lived as she had to stand up, using the momentum to move into a kick, catching the jaw of the nearest demon.
The stories had been right, these guys were unlike anything she'd fought before. They didn't move like others, everything being far more calculated. She managed to get her knife into the throat of a second and slashed across the chest of the third before it started to go wrong. Her kick was just too elaborate for the enemy. One caught her ankle, causing her to lose her balance. As she went down, too quickly, she put her hand down at just the wrong angle.
It had to have been her imagination, but the sound of the crack in her wrist seemed louder than the gunshot or the goosestepping. Some pain shot through her arm before she scrambled to her feet. This was a fight she needed to get out of before it got worse.
Where the Scourge had brute force, Faith had speed, breaking into a run and climbing over the nearest wire fence quickly, doing her best to ignore the sharp pain in her left wrist.
Since becoming the Slayer she'd been shot, stabbed, burned, and so many other injuries many times, but broken bones were surprising rare for her. Once it became clear that she wasn't being followed, she eyed her wrist dubiously. It didn't seem too damaged, but still, a hospital might be an idea. Going to Claire, either of them, just didn't seem necessary. Not this time. Not that she felt comfortable asking.
The walk to the nearest hospital took almost no time at all. Waiting for an x-ray, on the other hand, took way too long. Faith obediently made sure her pager sent her check in's through on time, not wanting anyone to freak out while she waited for the doctors to tell her what she knew anyway and put a cast on her damn wrist already. She nodded along at the lectures, inwardly wondering just what they'd have added to them if the medical staff knew about the pile of weapons she'd hidden outside the hospital. After faithfully promising that she'd turn up for her check up 'Hope Lyone' left the hospital, screwing her appointment card up and throwing it in the trash as she made her way home, kicking herself for being so damn dumb.