Who: Glory and Shannon in gdoc. Colleen and Neal coming in on the thread.
What: Glory Going After Her Key
When: Not Long After She Gets Her Info From Gunn
Where: The Prison
Warnings: One Bitchy Hellgod, Brainsuckage
It hadn't taken long for Glory to end up finding out just where her Key was being hidden. Gunn had held out a little longer than she had expected, but, well, he was only human. He had cracked before too long. She had even offered to let him live if he had told her. While she had actually thought on breaking the promise, she decided to keep it. She'd had her minions drop him back off in the woods. If someone found him, great for him! She didn't really care.
It turned out that her Key was JUST where she had suspected: the prison. It had annoyed the daylights out of her that Erin apparently hadn't been able to find it, but she'd deal with the werewolf later. How many places could they have actually of hidden it away at? She was excessively annoyed, and an annoyed Hellgod is not a happy Hellgod. Also, when the Hellgod isn't happy, no one's happy. Of course, Glory being happy usually ended in maiming as well.
She managed her way into the prison easily enough, mostly by knocking around anyone that got in her way. Glory was many things, soft of skin, heavenly of hair, dainty of feet, etc, but no one could ever call her subtle.
"Alright, you pansy ass humans!! You want this to end quickly? Get in line and show me where the Key is. It's not that I don't already know, but more that it'll make this a lot more painless if you actually tell me where the bitch is. It's time for me to go home, and everything will go alot smoother if you all cooporate!"
She almost sounded like a drill sargent, instead of the tiny evil Hellgod that she was.
Shannon had been dreading this day. The brunette slayer had known it would only be a matter of time before Glory showed back up at the prison. Either because she found out that Dawn was there, or because she wanted to torture and kill the residents until it forced the key out of hiding. Faith had trusted Shannon with the information that Dawn was the key. In turn, Shannon had sat on that as if not only Dawn’s life depended on it, but that the fate of the entire town’s lives depended on it. Cause it did.
Now the dainty Hell God was here, and the rage of what happened to Jessica flooded her. She could only see red as she launched herself out of the training room, running at top speed to get to the entrance where Glory was hurling her threats. Except the slayer knew they weren’t threats. They were promises. Glory may not be the sharpest crayon in the box, but she was damn effective at carrying out her promises of death and destruction.
It wasn’t just Shannon who came out. No, various others arrived, planning to take the bitch on. They’d been practicing working together for this very instance, but that training was not important to Shannon now. All she wanted was to drive Glory back. Push her away from the prison and give the others time to get Dawn the fuck out of dodge. As she flew through the door, she clutched the sword in her hand, pushing through the line of defense. She was certain she heard a couple familiar voices telling her not to break the line, but she didn’t listen.
Shannon was a slayer, and slayers didn’t hide behind others. They threw themselves in front of everyone. Glory was her enemy. She wanted Buffy’s sister and to destroy the world, and she wasn’t going to get that. “You picked the wrong place, Bitch,” she roared, swinging the sword at the Hell God’s body, the tip aimed at her chest. She came for a fight? Then she’d get a damn fight.
Glory had expected nothing less than a fight. Even Gunn, when he wasn't screaming in pain or giving up what he knew, had told her that getting the Key wasn't going to be a walk in the park. Glory knew that pure numbers could get the best of her, or a well thought out plan. Glory wasn't known for planning, more just for rushing ahead and getting done what she wanted done.
Still, she wasn't afraid of Shannon in the least. She easily caught the sword in her hands, twisting it to the side and ripping it from Shannon's grasp, tossing it away, not caring if it hit something or someone. Right now she was one big ball of apathy toward the safety of anyone.
"God, did Slayers really get even MORE common? That's just sad," Glory quipped with a snort. Some might be awed by the power of a Slayer, but Glory was simply not one of them. She was mostly just bored with the idea of them, if nothing else. "Actually, I picked the right place, since I know this is where my Key is."
Glory reached out to snatch up Shannon by her hair. "Now, are you going to show me where it is, or is this going to have to get more painful?" She grinned. "Frankly, I don't give a damn if I have to rip your head off, but you look awfully attached to it."
Hair pulling was a bitch move. Even for a Hell God, it was a pure bitch move. The young slayer let out a growl as she ignored the pain from the well placed hold on her long dark hair, and fought like hell to get free of the grasp. Having her as a semi shield was only going to slow the others down from keeping Glory in line. This was a stupid move. Shannon shouldn’t have been so impulsive. Yet she thought of Jessica. How beautiful and full of life she was. Especially for someone who was locked in forever at being seventeen years old. The rage kicked in again and Shannon lashed out a punch to the bitch’s face. Except she was pretty sure she did more damage to her fist than Glory.
She gripped a handful of blond hair and yanked on it as hard as she could. “YOU WANT TO MAKE THIS A PLAYGROUND BITCH FIGHT? FINE.” Because she was going to have to rip her head off; Shannon wasn’t giving up Dawn’s location. Hopefully she was buying enough time for someone to get Dawn the hell out of dodge. The pain was throbbing through her own head, and she wondered if Glory was feeling it in hers. Were Hell God’s privy to being brought down by hair pulling?
It was worth a shot.
“Let me go you psycho. I’ll be happy to send you right back to hell, no key required.”
This would be funny if the stakes weren’t so high. A Hellgod and a Slayer reduced to a hair pulling contest. Even Glory could sense the humor in the situation, but right now she wasn’t laughing. She might laugh later when she was back on her throne and telling stories to her loyal followers of the child who dared to try and drag her down by a measly hair pull. Yes, that sounded like a good idea to her.
When the girl's hand slammed against her fast, Glory did laugh. It was similar to having a bug bite your face. Annoying, maybe momentarily painful, but nothing to write home about.
"You know, there are other ways that I can use you, if you're going to be all bitchy and not give me some information that I need," Glory said, her voice coming out deceptively calm for someone who was currently sharing a hair-lock with a Slayer. Still holding onto Shannon's hair, her fingers slid down, almost caressing the girl's temples. "Wanna help me out that way, if you'll be so kind?"
Slayers liked to say they didn’t do fear. It was in their design to go hard, fast and furious at any threat that came their way. Shannon knew better though. Caleb the evil psycho priest had made her feel fear. The uber vamps that she fought during her first apocalypse? That made her feel fear. Running into Jessica’s room, trying desperately to find her while it began to sink in that her friend was really dead? Fear.
A Hell God’s hands on her temples, sucking out the essence that made Shannon, Shannon, that was terror. She opened her mouth and screamed, but the sound cut off a few seconds in. The ability to fight back, to defend herself and protect those around her, it was disappearing too fast to hold on to. It was like trying to catch water in your fingers; pointless, yet you still tried. Shannon lost the ability to communicate, to fight, to do anything but drop to the ground after the monster was done feeding on her.
Sounds were around her. People, voices, things that she should recognize. She did, on some level, but mostly she was trapped. Her body was a prison and she was unable to do anything but stay on the ground, crumpled at the Hell God’s feet, babbling nonsense.
Slayer down. Hell God pissed. This probably wasn’t going to end well for anyone.