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The Players : Xander Harris
Where : Chicago, IL
When : January 28, 2009.
Rating : PG13 – R for language.
Xander walked towards the bar with his Xander thoughts running around in his head. It had been a weird few days. Meeting both Lois and Alli had been great. Dealing with Simon had not.
Seeing Lois go was kind of sad though. Sure, he just met her, but it was good working with her. If it hadn’t been for the whole Joker thing, they probably would have had a better goodbye than the awkward one they had.
Xander headed downstairs to the bar and smiled at his two co-workers. “Evening ladies. How are my gals?”
“We should be asking you the same thing…we heard what happened. Kind of surprised you’re here. What the hell happened that you were thrown on top of a car,” Mary asked.
“Yeah. Piss off a Terminator,” Wendy asked.
“It’s a long messy story. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine. Still a bit sore, but otherwise fine.”
“And that girl you left with the other night? Made in progress?”
“Yeah. Like every other woman in the world I’ve met, she left as quickly as she came into my life.”
“Oh?”
“Went back to Metropolis…you know where she lives. I’m sure our paths will cross at some point again.”
“Right,” Wendy said placing a newspaper on the bar. “And Xand, we’re gonna need you in the back in a little bit to bring in the beer mugs.”
Xander took the paper and nodded as he started going through it. When a few articles caught his eye. The front page was all about the Joker robbery. It still made his blood run cold when he saw the Joker with that gun. Also made him nervous. Wondering if the Joker was still around and if he bumped into him, would he try to finish the job.
Xander turned to the back and saw an article about another death…a young woman. The same woman Simon was talking to the other night. Died of a suicide the article said. But something inside Xander was telling him otherwise.
“Looks like he made his third wish,” Xander thought aloud.
Crap. Now he can kill anyone now to get that card to give him strength. No more wishing required. Things just got a lot harder for him.
Why the hell was he even doing this? He’s not the superhero. He had no powers or anything that made him remotely special.
But he knew the answer. It was her.
She changed his life for the better…despite the hell he had both been through and fought. She gave him a purpose. Something to fight for. A purpose without ever having a purpose.
In the end, he did it because it was right. Because now with her being God knows where, he was alone in this city. He saw the things that lurked in the darkness.
He did it because no one else would.
He did it because the only thing that kept him from going crazy with being alone is saving lives, helping people. Ironically, he was still very much alone. Even with his new “sidekick”. That’d even be short lived cause it was how things were in Xander’s life.
“Xander,” Wendy said coming to the back. “Someone out front is looking for you.”
“Is it a pretty blue haired girl,” he asked standing up.
“No, its that guy you helped out a few nights ago. The guy that almost got beat up.”
( Oh FUDGE! )
Where : Chicago, IL
When : January 28, 2009.
Rating : PG13 – R for language.
Xander walked towards the bar with his Xander thoughts running around in his head. It had been a weird few days. Meeting both Lois and Alli had been great. Dealing with Simon had not.
Seeing Lois go was kind of sad though. Sure, he just met her, but it was good working with her. If it hadn’t been for the whole Joker thing, they probably would have had a better goodbye than the awkward one they had.
Xander headed downstairs to the bar and smiled at his two co-workers. “Evening ladies. How are my gals?”
“We should be asking you the same thing…we heard what happened. Kind of surprised you’re here. What the hell happened that you were thrown on top of a car,” Mary asked.
“Yeah. Piss off a Terminator,” Wendy asked.
“It’s a long messy story. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine. Still a bit sore, but otherwise fine.”
“And that girl you left with the other night? Made in progress?”
“Yeah. Like every other woman in the world I’ve met, she left as quickly as she came into my life.”
“Oh?”
“Went back to Metropolis…you know where she lives. I’m sure our paths will cross at some point again.”
“Right,” Wendy said placing a newspaper on the bar. “And Xand, we’re gonna need you in the back in a little bit to bring in the beer mugs.”
Xander took the paper and nodded as he started going through it. When a few articles caught his eye. The front page was all about the Joker robbery. It still made his blood run cold when he saw the Joker with that gun. Also made him nervous. Wondering if the Joker was still around and if he bumped into him, would he try to finish the job.
Xander turned to the back and saw an article about another death…a young woman. The same woman Simon was talking to the other night. Died of a suicide the article said. But something inside Xander was telling him otherwise.
“Looks like he made his third wish,” Xander thought aloud.
Crap. Now he can kill anyone now to get that card to give him strength. No more wishing required. Things just got a lot harder for him.
Why the hell was he even doing this? He’s not the superhero. He had no powers or anything that made him remotely special.
But he knew the answer. It was her.
She changed his life for the better…despite the hell he had both been through and fought. She gave him a purpose. Something to fight for. A purpose without ever having a purpose.
In the end, he did it because it was right. Because now with her being God knows where, he was alone in this city. He saw the things that lurked in the darkness.
He did it because no one else would.
He did it because the only thing that kept him from going crazy with being alone is saving lives, helping people. Ironically, he was still very much alone. Even with his new “sidekick”. That’d even be short lived cause it was how things were in Xander’s life.
“Xander,” Wendy said coming to the back. “Someone out front is looking for you.”
“Is it a pretty blue haired girl,” he asked standing up.
“No, its that guy you helped out a few nights ago. The guy that almost got beat up.”
( Oh FUDGE! )
uncomfortable