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Faith Lehane (wrongchosenone) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-10-12 12:38:00

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faith lehane, kate kane

Who: Faith Lehane and Kate Kane
What: The Mayor comes for a visit
When: Wednesday dusk (after her talk with Kate)
Where: Out in the park
Warnings: Cursing, some violence.
Status Complete

Something was up with Colligo. Again. It wasn't that hard to figure that out while everyone was making voice posts, screaming in terror about something. Whatever it was, it wasn't good. Faith was out patrolling as usual. Night was about to set and she was on the outer edges of the park near her neighborhood. There hadn't been an abundance of people to rough up, which was a good thing. Also a bad when Faith felt like kicking someone's shins in. Still she patrolled because there wasn't any other Slayer around to do it.

It was really odd, being the only one here. She'd been so used to all of those Slayers, that being the only one put her in a weird mood. Like she actually had to prove herself worthy or something. Not that there was anyone here to prove anything to. Spike and Cordelia were here, but she didn't talk to them much. Well only to make fun of Spike and to join Cordelia in making fun of him too. Or just generally bitching about the population. In any case, she usually patrolled alone, where she knew there might be activity of other kinds that most people didn't want to deal with. Leave all the bank robbers and psychos for the superheroes. She'd deal with the monsters.

What monsters there were.

Coming around the clearing, and approaching the entrance of the park, she sensed him before she even saw him. It was like there was a change in the force. It wasn't one of her vampy senses tingling, no. Like that, but different. Just this really uneasy sense of dread. Carefully she turned around and came face to face with the Mayor. That was definitely not whom she was expecting. At first though, with her eyebrows raised and her eyes squinting, she figured that this had to be The First. Didn't it? He came to her once before like this. Just wearing the skin of a dead guy.

"Hello Faith," he greeted with his hands in his pockets. "I have to say, being alive again is certainly new. And I'm not even a giant snake." He laughed a little and looked down at himself like he was truly amazed to be there.

"You're intangible and can't hurt me, so I think you should just fuck off," she countered.

"Tsk tsk, such language," he said disdainfully and then reached forward to grab her by the arm. He was very very solid. And bruising her arm. She growled and yanked her arm out of his grip. What the fucking fuck?

"How are you here?" she spat.

Richard Wilkins III took a step back and looked around. "I'm not actually sure, except that I'm pretty sure that I'm here because that actually deeply frightens you. I can sense it. The way you're heart is picking up, racing out of control. And my Faith doesn't like to be out of control, does she? Well not unless she's tearing out the heart of some poor innocent creature."

Faith's lips twisted up into a snarl. She wasn't going to admit that. Not at all. He did freak her out. God knew why anymore. He was supposed to be just her weakness. Just every time she closed her eyes, when she had nightmares it was about him. It was about the things that he made her do. The way he looked at her. It seriously gave her the wig. Not in any good way either. So that's what was going on. People were having their fears come true. Stupid Halloween. Not this shit again. Though she hadn't been around that time the Scooby Gang had been stuck in that house, she'd heard about it.

"This is ridiculous, you're not fucking here and I'm not talking to you," she growled, turning to walk away from the man who seriously creeped her out.

"Now is that any way to talk to the only person who has ever been there for you? The only one who ever gave a damn about you?" he countered, walking towards her. Faith picked up the pace and started to walk a bit faster. Why couldn't he just go away? No matter how fast she walked, he seemed to be right behind her. She should be able to out-run him.

"You can't run from me, my little girl," he called out. It was all too much, and soon he was right on top of her. How had he done that? She didn't see what it was that came out in front of her face, all she knew was that darkness overtook her a moment later and Faith slumped to the ground.

When Faith opened her eyes again, she noticed that she was nearly in the same place. Just several things had changed. First, she was tied down. And tightly for once. It would take some time before she could use her strength to actually get out of them. The second thing was that she was holding a large butcher knife in her hands. Except for the fact that her arm was pinned down, so all she could move was her wrist and it was in such a way that she couldn't reach the butcher knife to the ropes to cut them off.

The second thing was that there was a boy in front of her. A young boy, maybe about ten or eleven. He was tied down too, but in front of her. Except he was trussed up like he was some Thanksgiving turkey. Faith swallowed and looked away. He was there again, staring down at her with those dark, deceitful eyes.

"Now now, my darling girl.. we're going to have a little fun. I'll let you go if you kill the boy. That seems obvious, right? Of course. I want you with me, Faith. By my side. Always. Though I'll let you go if that's what you really want.. you just have to kill him first," he said slowly.

The little boy was all wide eyed and conscious and squirming against his bonds in panic. Oh god. Faith swallowed and shuddered and then shook her head. "Go to hell. Actually go back to hell, you pathetic fuck."

That's when he struck her across the mouth. "Say one more dirty word, and I'm going to wash your mouth out with acid."

He meant it too.

Carefully he leaned down besides her and moved her into position. The knife really couldn't go anywhere but into the little boy. Even if she dropped it, it would still cut him. And it would go through him like butter. "I won't do it," she said, voice shaking. She had to get out of this. She had to. She couldn't kill anyone. Not again. "Please.. please don't make me do this." Apparently she wasn't above begging. Something Faith was pretty sure she'd never done in her whole life.

Gripping the back of her head, the Mayor raised her head to look at him. "Kill him, or I will. Either way, he's going to die. Mine will just be more slowly. And painfully. You can give him peace, Faith. His blood needs to be spilled. Do it."

Looking between him and the boy, Faith shook with tension, the knife raised up ever so slowly into position. What the hell was she supposed to do now?

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twicenamed_kane
2011-10-12 11:47 pm UTC (link)

Even with the anti-toxin, it had taken Kate some time to recover enough from the hallucinations to go out looking for Beth-- "Alice". She'd warned the others, and Faith had even volunteered to tail Beth, but she was still ultimately Kate's responsibility. And considering how dangerous Beth/Alice was, Kate had suited up in Batwoman uniform before going out. Better to have plenty of equipment on hand than get caught out.

She'd taken her bike out from the parking garage and parked it in a central area, in case she needed it, but she didn't want the engine announcing her presence as she searched. Instead, she went by foot and by line, ground or rooftop. She made it into the park to comb the grounds; it was possible that Beth would go there in some sort of Alice-inspired walk in the woods. Beth would certainly stand out if she was there.

For a good while, there was little to see, with few people in the park. Then Kate caught sight of something really wrong. She tucked herself further back into the branches and took the binoculars out of her utility belt for a better look.

Shit. Faith, some psycho, and a terrified kid bound up. She shoved aside her own memories about kidnappers with rope, and focused on the situation. Tricky, very. If Faith lost her grip on that knife, or if that man forced her hand...

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wrongchosenone
2011-10-13 03:12 am UTC (link)

Very precarious indeed. Her control was slipping, and not because she really wanted to kill the boy, she really really didn't but it was like he had some power over her. And she hated that. She would always hate the power he had over her, and she was scared. More scared than she wanted to admit by a long shot. Her hand was shaking and if she did hurt him, it was going to be messy and bloody.

The boy was yelling and begging for her not to. The Mayor looked down at the two of them, not sure if Faith was going to do it or not. The closer he got, the more intently he looked at the both of them. Then he had a gun in his hand. Faith wasn't quite sure where he'd gotten it, but it was like it appeared out of nowhere. She supposed it had been in his pocket.

Carefully he went over to the boy and put the gun up to his head. "Do it. Here, I'll count to five my Faithy, then you can make your decision.... One.... Two.."

Faith bucked and growled, trying to get out of this stupid hold he had on her.

"Three..."

She was so close she could feel it. "I'm not going to kill him.." But she couldn't let him kill the boy either.

"Four.."

	twicenamed_kane 2011-10-17 06:14 am UTC (link)
	Kate kept the cape over their heads as some of the flaming debris continued drifting through the air until it burned out. Definitely way more squishiness than Kate would've liked, too. Much less gross exploding a wall with that stuff. "... Ewww. This had better come out of the cape." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	twicenamed_kane 2011-10-18 02:26 am UTC (link)
	After the last bits fell, Kate lowered her cape, but didn't reattach it to her bodysuit. Serious cleaning first. "You okay?" She looked over to Faith's wound and tsked. "Fine by me. And you're welcome, no problem. It's what we do. Lucky coincidence, really. I thought my sister might've come this way, and found you instead." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)