Connor (prophecyboy) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-05-09 12:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | connor, dawn summers, glory |
Who: Connor, Dawn and Glory
What: Glory comes a knocking and Mini Angel and Mini Buffy go a running
When: when Glory shows up at the prison.
Warnings: It’s a Hell God and two miracle kids. You betcha.
Connor’s first instinct had been to run toward the sound of the screams and Glory’s threats. After all, if you showed up at his prison looking for a fight, he was more than happy to give you one. His second instinct was to pull back and find Dawn. This was it. The moment they had talked about. They were going to have to run. It wasn’t like it would be easy for either of them. Running away was the last thing that Connor did when threatened, but he had to trust the prison to protect themselves. He had to trust himself to protect Dawn.
Finding her was easy. Connor was never too far from her. As he burst in, he wasn’t surprised to see she was already in motion. “We have to go now. She’s here and we only have a few minutes to get clear of here.”
This wasn’t the way he had planned it. They were going to slip out at sunrise. They’d take his truck and put distance between them and the prison before Buffy and Angel could even try to find them. They would be hindered by the sun. Instead they were having to go in a rush. On Glory’s terms instead of their own. This wasn’t the way that Connor wanted, but it was all they had. He was grateful she had dyed her hair. Hopefully the dark color would help conceal her through the chaos of those in the prison trying to hold Glory off.
He grabbed his backpack that had clothes and weapons in it. His gun that Harkness made was on him as well as his axe. There were other weapons inside the bag. Other supplies. “We’ll have to go on foot. Let’s go.” He reached for her hand, hoping she would take it so they could get the hell out of here. This was their only chance, and Connor knew he was going to save her or die trying. What he didn’t know was which it would be.
Well now, wasn't this just sweet? Glory had torn through the grouping of Slayers and other people with ease, not really paying attention to the number of bodies and babbling maniacs that she had left along the way. It wasn't what would have concerned her at the best of times, but now she REALLY didn't care in the least.
She had pushed her way through the prison, finally figuring out where the Key was. And she was with...a boy. Not a human boy, though. Well, wasn't that just curious. Not common like a Slayer, but a dhampir? Now those actually were kind of rare. Cute.
"Don't think you're going anywhere, hot shot," Glory said to him and busting down a wall to get to the two of them. "That's my Key you got your hands on, and, well, it's time you people give up and hand it over to me already."
The instant Dawn had heard what was happening, she had dropped what she was doing and darted to her cell. Once in there, she paused only to throw on a jacket, shoulder a duffle bag filled with clothes, weapons, and some food she’d snitched from the kitchens, and grab her flame thrower. She was already armed otherwise with gun, stake, and knife, and now she was ready. The black-haired girl looked up as she heard Connor’s voice, and nodded, not bothering with a reply. As he grabbed her hand, Dawn squeezed his slightly and hurried out of the cell after him. They barely made it a few feet before a voice she’d heard previously only in her nightmares in recent years spoke up behind her.
Rather than pause to banter with the Hellgod - this wasn’t Sunnydale anymore, where one (read: Buffy) got into punning wars with the big bad evil. Instead, Dawn turned and started to run despite knowing that Glory was on their tail, keeping hold of Connor’s hand as they headed for the rear exit. And for an instant, when they hit the door and kept going, Dawn thought that maybe, just maybe, they’d make it out of there in one piece.
Just as that thought ran through her mind and she sucked in a deep lungful of air to put on a burst of speed, a small, hard form slammed into her upper back, and her hand was torn from Connor’s as she staggered forward and fell to her knees on the cold, hard ground, a grunt of surprise escaping. Her previously free hand shot out to break her fall and ended up catching the ground wrong, twisting the wrist bone painfully, but the other was already reaching for a knife in her boot. As she completed the fall, she reversed the blade in her hand and slammed it back over her shoulder into whatever had brought her down, almost frantic to get away
.
They burst into speed, frantic to get away. If they couldn’t outrun Glory, then they needed to take her away from the prison. There were innocents inside. How many times had they asked Connor how they were supposed to fight a Hell God? How many times had he given a generic answer because if he knew how to truly defeat one, he’d have already done so? Running was the only option, and he cursed silently at himself for waiting too long. Dawn had mentioned they needed to go, and he kept putting it off. He was stubborn, and he couldn’t quite wave the white flag yet.
Now they were running for their lives, and he thought maybe they could make it. He had survived a hell dimension. Connor was cut out for these kinds of battles, and he would do anything he had to so that Dawn would survive. If he could help Holtz live, then he would help her do the same. Glory wasn’t the kind of demon he fought in Quor’toth though. If anything she was closer in power to his daughter, and he wasn’t sure a fist through the head would work on the blond. When Dawn began to fall, he lunged forward to catch her, only to have two ugly looking minions attack from both sides. Aiming his gun at one, he fired and watched it fall back from the impact. His favorite hubcap axe was wielded viciously at the other demon, lopping off it’s head with an easy motion. The snarl that escaped his lips was primal as he launched himself toward Dawn, settling in a crouch in front of her, eyes locked on Glory.
“You can’t have her.”
Oh yeah, this was downright precious. She wasn't shocked when they ran. She had pretty much expected that. She chased after them, not shocked at all when they stumbled and tried doing things like throwing knives at her. People always fought most viciously right before they went down. She was fine with that, though.
She tilted her head at the two of them as Connor crouched in front of the Key, putting himself between her and her prize. Really wasn't the best place for him to be right now. She was liable to just rip him to pieces right in front of the Key just because he had dared to get in her way.
"Then I'll just take both of you," Glory said with a shrug. She could probably find SOMETHING to do with the runt. She wasn't terribly concerned, one way or another. She'd just take them both if he insisted on keeping in the way of what was hers. She reached down, intending to grab Connor by his shirt and lift him out of her way. He could just come with if he wanted to that badly. What was one little runt compared to a Hellgod?
After stabbing the minion on her back, the teenaged girl in question rolled to her feet and turned as Glory approached. She barely blinked when Connor put himself between them, and dropping her knife, Dawn drew her gun instead. She kept it pointed at the god for the moment, when her words made Dawn pause. She hadn’t considered this, that Glory would actually choose to take Connor as well. It was bad enough that if she were taken, she would be responsible for the Earth’s destruction, but if he was kidnapped as well? Then that meant worse things could happen to him than death. Things she was well familiar with.
For a brief moment, Dawn struggled with her decision, when she suddenly thumbed off the safety of her gun. Shifting her aim, she pressed the barrel against her own head, meeting Glory’s eyes. “Let him go. Let us both go and get over yourself and just deal with this world like the rest of us,
,” the youngest Summers girl said. “If you don’t, I’ll kill myself here and now and you’ll be stuck here anyway. And yeah, I know, you’ll probably go on a killing spree and flatten the town - but that won’t matter so much to be because I’ll be dead.”
Was this how it was like when his father found him with the bombs strapped to his body? Strapped to the other people. Strapped to Cordy. Did he feel like his heart was stuck in his throat? That anything he said or any move he made could be what pushed him to detonate the destruction he created for himself and his hostages? Because he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do here. It felt like if he took one breath out of place that she’d be gone.
It wasn’t that he didn’t understand what she was doing. He did. He understood it all too well, and he felt something twist inside him. Because Dawn didn’t deserve to feel this way. To feel like the only option available to her was death. He swallowed and then aimed his gun at Glory. It was supposed to be able to destroy anything in it’s path. Then he turned it around and said quietly, “Don’t let her do this. She’s worth more than you and I.”
The words weren’t a lie. Dawn definitely was worth more than both of them, but Connor was trying for something different here. A chance for them to run. If Glory fired his weapon. The weapon designed just for him to use, then it should give her serious enough injuries to give Connor and Dawn the chance to run for it again. To put real distance between them. It was just a matter if the blond would bite the apple so to speak. It was a shiny gun. Surely it had to be tempting.
Glory actually rolled her eyes when the Key put the gun to her own head. "You really think I'm going to let you shoot yourself in the head?" she asked in a snide voice. This had went from mildly interesting to pathetic in one quick motion. Still, with one hand full of runt, she was currently occupied. That was a quick fix, though.
Dropping Connor, she reached over, faster than their eyes could likely keep up with, and snatched the gun out of the Key's hand, bending the metal of the gun and making it useless, throwing it away. "Got any more bright ideas?" she asked, stepping over to the Key and pushing her to the ground, putting her foot on her chest and holding her there. "Now, if you HAD done that, I would have had to do something nasty." She leaned in closer to make sure she was heard. "I know enough magic that I could have kept you alive long enough to make sure that you watched as I tore apart every person in this prison that I knew you had a modicum of care about, just because you pissed me off, and then I STILL would have used your blood to go home, so that would have been one big fat useless endeavor there. kiddo." She grinned. “Besides, didn’t your sister ever tell you not to piss off a Hellgod?”
Dawn let out a faint yelp when the gun was pulled from her hand before she could react. Horror filled her eyes as she took a step back, only to find herself falling a second time, this time thanks to the blonde’s hard push. Her breath constricted as Glory’s foot pressed against her chest, a tear of pain sliding out before she could help it. Reaching up, she gripped the woman’s calf to try and ease the pressure if only just a little.
At first, she barely heard the hellgod’s words, too focused on trying to breathe, but a few started to sink in and she glared up into the grinning face. “We stopped you once and we’ll do it again. You’re never going to get home, Glory. I don’t know how you managed to come back, but you better kiss your dimension goodbye.” In Dawn’s opinion, if she pissed Glory off enough, maybe the god would just flat out kill her and solve the situation that way.
“Back off,” Connor snarled at the bitch. He owed her. He owed her a lot of pain for what she had done to the Summers and to Jessica. He got back to his feet and moved quickly to where Dawn was. She was injured and he didn’t want her getting hurt worse. They still had a chance to run. Not now, no, but eventually they would have a chance to run. Connor believed that. It was their only chance.
When the minions grew closer to the prison, he considered their options. They could stay here and hope the prison didn’t get demolished in the process, or they could bide their time. His father would be able to track them. Wesley would find them. Faith and Buffy would help get them back. Spike and Dimitri would keep the prison safe. They had numbers, but only if they got the hell out of here now.
“We’ll go with you, but you call your minions off now or I promise you, I’ll find a way to kill her and me. It will be very Romeo and Juliet with less poison and more blood shed.” He glanced at Dawn and hoped she understood. This was partially her plan after all. He’d wanted to stay and fight, but she’d known they needed to get the hell away from the prison. Now all of them were in danger there because he hadn’t ran. He’d have to apologize to her later.
There would be a later.
Glory could feel the Key pushing at her leg, and she pulled her weight slightly so that she wouldn't crush her. A dead Key wouldn't really do anyone any good. For all of her fits and rants, Glory could occasionally think clearly enough that she could pull off rational thought. It was almost a miracle to do it too many times in a row, though.
Glory looked back at Connor, eyebrow raised. "After all that snarling, you're just gonna give up, huh?" she asked, a half grin on her face. She wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Sure, they were probably thinking that they could set up a trap for her in some way, but anyone trying to follow them had NO idea just what they would be facing. She didn't just have the tiny, wormy minions anymore. She had all sorts of strong ones at her beck and call. Anyone trying to track them would get some nasty surprises.
"Alright," she said, flicking a hand to get the attention of one of her demon buddies as she lifted her foot off the Key just in time for one of them to grab her. "Just know this, runt. You screw me over, and make me get stuck in this dimension? I'll make sure it burns, anyway. If I can't go home, I'll make sure none of the rest of the puny creatures on this planet have a home to go to, either, capiche?"
Dawn sucked in a deep breath when Glory’s foot eased slightly, but then she shot a glare up at Connor. Actually cooperating with the hellgod had never been in the plan, so this? This wasn’t right. The instant Glory agreed and lifted her foot, Dawn had started to reach for another weapon when she was grabbed by one of the same mottled minions she’d seen before, back in Sunnydale. They weren’t that strong and she was on the verge of breaking its hold and attacking in reply, but then Dawn heard the god’s words.
With a growl of frustration, she let the minion take her weapons and start dragging her towards the exit, a glance being shot over at Connor as the same was done for him. Her only hope was that the bags left behind and the weapons on the ground would give some kind of indication of what had happened.
Buffy would follow. She had to. She’d follow and she’d stop Glory and everything would be fixed.
Connor tried to send a silent message to Dawn. To trust him and that he would figure out how to get them out of this. But they had to protect the prison first. Otherwise they were all doomed, and he wasn’t ready to give up yet. Cooperating now was the best option to give them out. When he saw her get grabbed, he leaped up and growled. As expected, minions came at him, roughing him up and taking his weapons. He pushed one to hurt him bad enough that blood was drawn. The blood fell to the ground and that was what he needed.
His father had one hell of a nose. He was also an expert tracker. Connor’s blood? It would make him go into frenzy tracking mode. The others would come for them, and then they would take Glory down once and for all. The trick was making sure that Dawn stayed safe until then. “Make your bitches back off. We agreed to come with you already.”
Hopefully this would be enough to make Glory cooperate. She had no reason to want to kill Dawn, but he wasn’t so sure how long she would keep him around. However, he also didn’t want her to think he was rolling over too easy. There needed to be a balance. As he shoved a minion away, he made his way over to Dawn and made a show of checking her over. “Are you okay? Do you want me to carry you?” He half expected her to punch him hard enough to draw blood.
If Glory realized that Connor had some sort of ulterior motive in trying to antagonize pretty much everyone and everything around him, she didn’t catch it. She could only stay smart for so long, sadly for her. Honestly, she wasn’t paying all that much attention. When Connor complained that her minions were being a little rough, she just shrugged. “You look like you can take a little rough treatment,” she pointed out to him. Sure, he looked kind of scrawny (it was why she enjoyed calling him ‘runt’), but she could smell on him that he was a lot stronger than he looked.
She let out a giggle when she heard Connor trying to take care of the Key. “Don’t worry about her, kid. She’s gonna be well taken care of. Hell, she’s probably gonna be better taken care of than you guys could pull off in this prison.” They had rituals to prepare her for the ceremony, after all. “Well, until the bleeding. No one seems to ever like the ritual bleeding.” At least she was honest about it, huh?
At Connor’s words, Dawn’s head jerked up and she almost did punch him. Instead, she shook her head while glaring at him. “I can walk,” she replied shortly. If they lived through this, which she doubted, she’d punch him later. She glanced back at Glory, her glare darkening a little more. “I can think of a ritual bleeding I’d probably have a lot of fun with, actually, with you as the subject.” Mouthing off didn’t really matter so much now, the further they got from the prison. Dawn didn’t think Glory would kill Connor and she knew that she wouldn’t be killed until the ritual. So if she angered the god enough to kill off a couple minions? So much the better.
The only thing to do now was go with Glory and Dawn and hope that his father and the others would catch the blood trail. They’d have to suspect something happened because Glory wouldn’t just walk away from the prison without her key. Hopefully that meant they would realize Connor and Dawn hadn’t run off on their own, and that Glory had managed to take them both. Wesley could get to places others couldn’t, and his father had a nose on him that would make a blood hound jealous. So there was an excellent chance they could locate them before it was too late.
He glanced at the prison and saw the demons heading away. The ones who hadn’t been killed at least. The sounds of the prison fighting back were beginning to dull. Glory was holding her part of the deal up. “Alright, let’s go. If we linger they’re going to find us.” If they found them now, he had no doubt that Glory would lay waste to them. He tried to give Dawn an encouraging look, but he wasn’t sure she understood what he was attempting to convey. Hang in there. Help will come for us. You’re not in this alone. All they could do was go and wait, and use the time to come up with an escape plan incase the cavalry didn’t arrive. It was still a fighting chance, but even Connor had to admit it wasn’t much of one. Glory had gotten what she wanted, and she would not be lingering around now that she had her ticket home.