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Post by Henry Elder on May 16, 2006 16:05:50 GMT -5
"Oh, good, I'm murder number three." he choked, trying to laugh in the face of death, and failing. Truthfully, he wanted to be brave....but now there only came a cold realisation, that for all his skills, his smartass attitude, his ruthlessness, it couldn't protect him from the fact that he was scared and about to die.
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Post by Faith on May 16, 2006 16:12:35 GMT -5
Faith was about to pound his face again, when he spoke.
Oh, good, I'm murder number three...
She hesitated, holding him by the throat, fist held high, ready to cause damage. She couldn't do it. It was as if she was looking at herself, seeing herself become the old Faith again. In her head she cried, no! This guy was human. She had no right to kill him, even if he was murderous scum. Staring at his bloodied face, at her handy work, she felt suddenly sick. She let him go, sprawled on the floor, he was no longer a threat, he could barely breathe.
Faith stumbled back, just staring at him.
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Post by Queen C on May 16, 2006 16:12:49 GMT -5
Cordy still held Fred wondering where the hell angel was. "Angel better get here soon...." she was going to say. ...or faith would do something she would regret. but she kept that to herself, knowing it would make things worse between her and faith.
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Post by Queen C on May 16, 2006 16:13:46 GMT -5
Cordy moved to Faith, noticing something was wrong. "Faith its ok..." she didn't know what else to say for the slayer.
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Post by Henry Elder on May 16, 2006 16:16:40 GMT -5
Henry could barely move, or breathe. He coughed up more blood, raising his hands to his face slightly. Every movement caused him pain. He touched his face, feeling the cuts and bruises all over it. It pained him to speak, but he still managed to say, "Sorry...I wasn't gonna do nothing to her, y'know...I'm jus'.....gonna pass out for a while..."
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Post by Faith on May 16, 2006 16:24:07 GMT -5
"Faith its ok..."
She looked at Cordy, imagining what she was thinking. Then she looked back to the unconcious body on the floor. Backing away from them both, towards the kitchen door, she jumped slightly as her back hit the door frame.
"It's not okay..... it's not..." her voice trailed off and she bolted through the door into the kitchen. She had to get away.
*Continued in the kitchen*
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Post by Winifred Burkle on May 16, 2006 16:24:27 GMT -5
Fred peered out "Is it safe? Are you ok?" She was more scared for her friends than anything else, and hoped Angel would come and protect them
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Post by Angel on May 16, 2006 16:26:49 GMT -5
Angel speeded through the door followed closely by Wesley, he skidded to a hault when he found a battered Henry Elder at his feet "Good god" he said horrified "Did Faith do this?" he said sounding stunned.
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Post by Henry Elder on May 16, 2006 17:00:47 GMT -5
Henry awoke, and looked around him. Still so much pain. He rolled onto his stomach, and tried to get to his feet, staggering.
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Post by Angel on May 16, 2006 17:05:25 GMT -5
Without so much as stopping to think, he grabbed Henry by the coller and thrust him into the reception desk, then quickly followed through with a foot into his chest.
He looked down at Elder, his fists clenched, it would have been so easy just to snap his neck but first, he wanted some answers from him "Why the hell did you come here?"
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Post by Henry Elder on May 16, 2006 17:07:36 GMT -5
"I was sent." he spat. "Lilah Morgan. To finish the job, what do you think?"
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Post by Winifred Burkle on May 16, 2006 17:08:30 GMT -5
Fred heard the crash as Henry was thrust into the reception desk and made herself into a tighter ball wishing it would stop
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Post by Angel on May 16, 2006 17:11:53 GMT -5
Angel's vampiric face formed and he pulled him from the floor "Well then Henry, this is one contract you won't be collecting" he pulled back his fist and was about to cave his face in when he saw Fred shaking with fear reflecting in a mirror just across the desk, he hestitated and his vampiric face disappeared, he looked at Fred over his shoulder and then just thrust his fist into Henry's neck.
He let go off him and stepped away, falling onto the seat behind him, he breathed deeply and shook his head "What the hell is happeneing to me?"
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Post by Henry Elder on May 16, 2006 17:13:38 GMT -5
Henry clutched his throat, his mouth and eyes wide open, struggling for breath. Pain, pain, pain. Agony seared through his body, every waking moment was a struggle not to pass out.
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Post by Faith on May 16, 2006 17:18:51 GMT -5
*Faith and Cordy enter from the kitchen*
Faith looked at Henry, struggling for breath, broken and weak. He wasn't even worth it. Then she glanced at Angel. He was wearing the same look she knew she had moments earlier.
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