Where Am I?
Who: Faith OT Anyone in the library Where: The library When: Saturday, August 23. Late afternoon/Early Evening
They were surrounded by demons of the like that Faith had never seen before and, with all of her experience, that was saying something. More and more were pouring out of the Hellmouth by the second. Faith tightened her grip on her battle axe and looked over to the Slayer, a sixteen year old named Alexis, standing next to her. Alexis was her second in command here in Cleveland, and she knew the score: the Hellmouths were opening up all over the world, and it looked really unlikely that they would make it out of this.
“You ready, Lexi?” Faith asked her.
Lexi took a deep breath. “As ready as I’ll ever be. What about you?”
“I’m five by five,” Faith said with a grin. If she was going to go out, this was how she always wanted it to happen, in battle. Well, that idea had only appeared once she became a Slayer, but she had been thinking that for years now. No better way for a Slayer to go down than during battle. Besides, she was never going to grow old, anyway.
If Lexi was going to say anything else, she didn’t get the chance. The demons crossed the battle line and, with a shout from Faith, her army of Slayers started running forth, with Faith herself in the lead. She swung her axe, taking the head off of something that looked like it could have been a troll. She really didn’t have a chance to analyze, because eight more were already running her way.
Faith’s brain went into battle mode, screaming and swinging her axe at anything that got too close to her. She barked out orders at the other Slayers to go here and there, but she could see out of the corner of her eye as more and more of them fell. Finally, it was only her, just like it always was anyway.
With a cry that would make most men shudder, she swung her axe for what she would assume to be the final time, only to see a hole or something open up in front of her. Even as she tried to stop, momentum carried her swing forth, pulling her through the hole.
Her axe swung into a bookcase, decimating it. Covered in wounds and cuts, she slumped to the ground as she looked around what appeared to be a library. Everything was quiet. There were no demons around. She was alone. Gasping for breath as she leaned against a wall, she continued to look around and wondered just what in the hell happened.
Faith looked down at her wounds. She had a large cut on her left arm on the bicep. She was covered with bruises and other shallow cuts. The one on her arm was seeping blood and probably needed stitches. Of course, thirty seconds before, she wasn’t thinking about anything like that. Now, here she was, in a library of all places, thinking about possibly getting herself to a hospital. It was all she could do to not start laughing. She knew that she couldn’t start laughing, because she just might not stop. She was quite possibly the only survivor in Cleveland, if she even was still in Cleveland. Even if she survived now, she was probably still fucked.