Faith Lehane (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} slayersocialwrk) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2010-11-12 08:04:00 |
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What: Faith escapes, and Leela's caught in the crossfire
When: Friday afternoon
where: Near an 'abandoned' cabin close to the western gate of Camp Winchester
Rating: R for character death
Status: Complete
Something had snapped inside the Slayer during Dean’s torture of her. After he’d broken her, she had gone silent, limp, not responding to anything he or Ruby said. She refused the food she was offered, drinking water only because they could force it down her throat because she was still chained. She wasn’t bleeding any longer, but her clothes were in bad shape, caked with dried blood. Someone – she’d been unconscious at the time so she didn’t know who – had cleaned up the larger cuts on her side, and she could feel them starting to heal under the bandages. Two fingers on her left hand were broken, and swollen now.
But she didn't care.
She bided her time, ignoring them whenever they entered the cabin, and fighting against the chains when she was alone until her wrists bled on the metal. Finally, after hours or days, she didn’t really know, she felt the give from them. The weakest link snapped under the immense pressure she’d been putting on the chains, and she fought to get them all off of her, glad to finally be free. As she stood, Faith winced as her bare feet touched the floor. There were cuts on the soles of her feet, also mostly healed, but still tender. The last time she’d been even close to this injured was when a stab from Buffy had put her into a coma for eight months.
Fighting the pain that threatened to send her into a blackout, the Slayer stretched carefully, ignoring the feeling of one of the wounds on her side reopening, causing blood to soak the bandage fairly quickly, then headed for the door. It was locked from the outside, and she gritted her teeth, then kicked at it sharply, sending it careening halfway off the frame. She stepped through, chocolate eyes scanning her surroundings in search of some way out, before she then began to run, fueling herself on pain and rage alone.