It's Coming Down to This
Who: Killa Flash, Amata, Gwen, and Skylar later Where: The Underground Lair When: Monday Night
The underground lair of Killa Flash looked like some kind of... fiendish joke of sorts. It was cave-like, very damp and dark... yet it was decorated not unlike Tony Montana's office in Scarface: large, throne-like chair, gaudy statues, and a large stereo behind the chair, thumping out 80's gangsta rap. Flash sat in the chair, nodding his head to the music, thick cigar between his lips. He looked across the room to his majordomo, Amata, and gave a low, deep chuckle. "Now... see... this?" he motioned to the music pumping out. "Nothing people listen to now is like this. MC Ren is one nigga I'd actually let live."
Amata smiled as she looked around the newly decorated lair. She was glad that it pleased him. She always wanted to please her sire the best way possible. "It's too bad that music has gone so far down in the past ten years or so," she told him. "We'll be around when it cycles to better things again, though."
"....I wouldn't count on it, bitch." With no warning... Gwen Morrison was standing at the entrance, holding a bloody, cut-up, and whimpering vamp by the collar. "Yeah... you'd be surprised how much a vamp will spill when you're torturing him like an Iraqi specialist." She quickly staked the beaten vamp, stepping forward, looking for all the world like she was going to war... which she was. She had three stakes strapped to her right thigh, a wicked, long serrated knife sheathed to her left thigh, spiked leather gloves on both hands, and a bag of assorted weapons strapped to her back. "You killed my Watcher's girlfriend. And my best friend's wife. And now it's time to pay, motherfuckers."
Flash sat up straight, quickly, surprised by the tenacity of the Slayer, being ruthless enough to whittle the location out of one of his troops. "Amata? Looks like we have a guest."
Amata merely rolled her eyes at the Slayer. As if she hadn't seen this before. "I'm so terribly worried," she said with a yawn. She figured that one of them would show up eventually.
"I'll let you deal with her. I could use some... entertainment." He laughed, sitting back with a big grin.
Amata just smiled at the intruder. "It would be my pleasure," she said, changing to her vampire face. She stepped forward toward the Slayer.
"Yeah... be all glib, girly... your funeral." Gwen dropped into a fighting stance, all pretense of joking or being a smartass gone.
Amata's smile stayed on her face for now. She dropped into fighting stance as well, making her way toward Gwen. "I'm thinking it will be your funeral, though."
Gwen quickly stepped forward, but to the side as well, throwing a spiked punch toward the side of Amata's face.
Amata ducked the punch, swiftly sending out a kick toward Gwen's midsection as she was throwing the punch.
Gwen got hit... hard, actually... but had the presence of mind to grab the girl's face and drop, ramming her own head straight into Amata's jaw.
What might have been a broken jaw for mortals was just a hell of a lot of pain for Amata, but nothing broken. In a moment of anger, she bit the girl's face, in order to get her to let go of her head.
"Aw, FUCK!" Gwen yelped as she was bitten, feeling a bit of skin leave her forehead. As they both fell backward a bit, Gwen struck out instinctively, aiming a backhand toward Amata's eye.
The back hand sent Amata flying a little further than she would have liked, causing her to land on the ground with a thud. With a snarl, she picked herself back up and charged at Gwen again.
"Amata... you're disappointing me." Flash said, that tone suggesting that disappointment didn't end well with him.
"Come on... let's get this shit over with, bitch. I wanna take your Pimp Daddy's ashes home to Wesley as a consolation prize." Gwen was sneering, barely able to hold her composure beneath all the rage.
"Stupid bitch," Amata snarled as she pounced on the Slayer, knocking her to the ground.
Gwen hit the ground hard, a little yelp escaping her lips as she hit. Twisting a bit, she reached into the bag at her back, yanking out a small, home-made contraption that looked like a bottle of hairspray, connected to a Zippo lighter. Aiming it point blank at Amata as she stood, Gwen grinned wickedly. "Yeah... lets fire it up, bitch."
Amata hissed, sounding a little like a cat, backing away from the fire. How the hell was she supposed to know that the girl was going to pack a homemade flame thrower?
"No time for love, Dr. Jones..." Gwen said, unable to resist her love for quoting movies, as she forced Amata to back up. "I'm gonna smoke your ass like a JOINT, you hear me?"
Gwen, however, was so lost in the moment that she forgot how quick a vampire could be when it wanted to. Within a half-second, Flash was behind her, slamming her head into the wall, forcing her to drop the flamethrower. "That...will be enough." He aimed a swift, precise stomp right at her forehead, looking to Amata. "Pick her up. It's time... we set an example to the other Slayers."
Amata, now full of pure rage that she had been made a fool of, ran up to the girl, snatched one of the knives off of her, and looked up to Killa.
"What should we do? Carve her eyes out? The heart is more the other girl's thing. I wouldn't want it to be confused."
"Hush, girl." The large vampire grabbed Gwen by the hair, lifting her. "We'll do enough damage that she can warn the others. After that? If she dies... she dies. If not? We finish the job later."
Amata tried to calm herself. "I think I can go within those guidelines," she said, smiling a little.
Gwen was barely conscious, but managed to cough up a nice, thick ball of phlegm, which she spat directly into Flash's face. "...fuck... you..."
Flash punched her, then... right in the nose, hearing the bone splinter as she fell. "Do what you will, Amata... then give our little friend a ride home." He looked down at Gwen with a sneer, sticking what appeared to be a Polaroid picture into her pocket, and whispered something in her ear.
"It will be my pleasure," Amata said, closing in on the now unconscious form of Gwen. She would make a pretty picture out of that face.
***
Amata, now covered in more than a bit of Gwen's blood, pulled her car up to the Morrison home. She knew that, along with the Slayer's wife and...whatever they considered the man to be, that the Watcher was also there. She couldn't have planned this better herself. She picked up Gwen, now cradling her life a precious object, gently setting her down on the doorstep. Just for kicks, she had even wrapped a pretty pink bow around her waist. "I hope your bitch likes you all wrapped up," Amata said sweetly, ringing the doorbell, and then running back to her car quicker than human eyes could keep up with.
Skylar was sitting on the couch in the living room, just wondering where in the hell Gwen was. She had no clue where she had went, she had left no note, and she had no idea what time she would be back. She *hated* it when she did these things. She was about to give up and go to bed when someone rang the doorbell. Confused, she got up to answer it, only to find a bloodied and broken Gwen sitting on her doorstep. "GWEN!"
Gwen laid there, pretty much unable to move. All she could manage was to quietly, almost breathlessly, eek out "Skylar? He... he knows more than.... we think...." she took a few breaths, then tried to continue. "Tried to... get him for... Wesley and... Pat...." she took a long, shallow breath and spit a bit of blood out of her mouth. "and he... gave me somethin'.... look in... my pocket." she felt herself starting to fade out again, and coughed. "He's done more... than we... thought..."
"Oh god, what do I do?" She was barely comprehending what Gwen was saying right now. "I need to call an ambulance, Gwen. Let me go and get the phone."
"S-Sky... MY. POCKET." Gwen forced out, knowing that this had to be known, at to her? Was more important than her health.
With a frustrated sigh, Skylar reached into Gwen's pocket and pulled out a Polaroid of a dead girl. "Who is this?" she asked.
"L-Look at the back..." she whimpered, as, on the back was written, 'Mr. McConnell... have some 'patience'... after all... *I* did!'
It took her a second to remember who 'Patience' even was, and then it dawned on her. "Oh my god," she whispered, dropping the picture.
"He's... trying to... get to Pat... dunno why...." she hacked a little and whimpered. "Don' let him... tell Wes... I love you baby..."
"I love you, Gwen," Skylar said, crying. "Just hang on for me, alright? I'm going to call the hospital."
Gwen forced herself to nod, just trying not to exert herself... for the first time ever, she was afraid for her own life. She'd never been beaten like this, even before she'd gained her powers.