|buffy summers (iamchosen) wrote in angelgrove,|
@ 2009-02-14 11:04:00
|Entry tags:||! incomplete thread, ! open thread, * location: downtown, + thread, buffy summers|
WHO: Buffy Summers (could be a narrative or open to anyone if they want to find a not-zombie!Buffy running around).
WHAT: Buffy "wakes" and finds herself in
hell Angel Grove.
WHEN: Backdated to the night of the earthquake.
WHERE: Angel Grove Cemetery and then Downtown Angel Grove.
Like with most things in Buffy's life, it began with an earthquake. The first time she died, an earthquake heralded the coming of an apocalypse. The second time she died, reality itself shook the earth trying to pry open the gates between the dimensions until there was nothing left but hell on earth. Being the kind of woman Buffy was, she wasn't about to let that happen. She had stared into that bright pool of liquid energy and made a choice. Six years. Six long years she lived with this weight on her shoulders. This was her time.
This was her gift.
She finally understood that, then. So, Buffy leaped. It was bright. Her whole body was consumed with pain, but, like the rest of her time as the Slayer, she fought past it. Because, in the end, what she lived for was the calm after the storm. A job well done. The earth saved. Buffy at peace, even for a short time. Although, this time it was a little more permanent.
That was the plan, anyway.
Her woke with a gasp, wide eyes, and her body ached. Where was she? Small confined space. She pressed her hands against the wall(?) and pushed. Memories came flashing back at her, a life time of them, confusing her, and filling her with dread because the last thing she remembered was dying, which meant... Buffy panicked and punched through the wood. Her heart began to race as the dirt flooded into the coffin.
Six feet. They bury us six feet in the ground, and Buffy dug through it all, gasping for air as she reached the surface. She saw the world through hazy glasses, her eyes trying to adjust, while her body felt heavy and unused. Each sound was like nails on a chalk board. The night was suddenly very cold. Oh, and the pain. Buffy let out a soft grunt as she opened her fists and stared at her bleeding knuckles. So much pain. Off in the distance, she could hear the sound of car alarms wailing. Buffy got to her feet and began the walk into town. She wrapped her arms around herself as she began the trek. Once she was further into the unfamiliar city, she could see people in pain, fire, the shrieking alarms had grown louder, and people were crying out for help.
Was this hell?