Disclaimers: Joss owns Buffy,
Faith and Dawn, I don't. I make no claims to them at all.
Original Characters: Discord
is mine, steal her and I will revert back to my Scorpio nature and kill
you.
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka
Kitty wrote this 21.12.01
Title: Chimaira own the
line from Rizzo. They have some fab lyrics.
Dedications: To Miss X, aka God, who has left me all alone
for two weeks. 'I hate you too, I hate you too!' Also,
to Louise Post and Gina Crosley. I bow down before you at the Church of
Louise.
Info: A Glock is an automatic
9mm pistol. The FBI use them a lot. They're nice handguns.
Discord's POV
Slayers Do Christmas
XIX - I Love You When You're In A Body Bag
Here we are then Dis, let's see what the
company left you to train with.
I step into the house and look round.
Shit, I could take out most of the West coast
with this stuff.
Not that I'll need it, but it's always nice
to play around some.
I drop my bags in the bedroom and head on
down to the basement, because that's when the fun really begins.
I look round and take everything in, especially
the lack of cameras, but I know they have to have them here somewhere.
They always do.
Hey, something new, cool!
I pick the samurai sword up in my left hand
and another one in my right and start twirling them round.
Good even weight, nice grip, I'll have to
try and sneak one of these back with me.
What else is there?
A Glock?
Lets have some fun then.
I pick it up in my hand and check the clip;
full.
I close my eyes for a second and concentrate
on the room.
I've got a hidden camera off to my left and
another behind me.
Can see the energy streams buzzing off them.
You want to watch what Discord can do?
I'll put a show on for you!
I pick the Glock up and face a camera.
I slowly turn the gun round and push the
barrel into my chest, feeling the cold metal through my T.
Concentrate.
My fingers slide the safety off.
Concentrate.
Then they gently squeeze the trigger.
Concentrate.
The blast makes my ears ring for a second.
I can't breath, all I feel is pain, searing
and cutting through me.
Concentrate!
I have to take a step back, to steady myself.
The gun falls to the floor and I watch as
my T gets swamped with blood.
Concentrate!
I push my fingers into the hole in my chest,
digging into my burning flesh, feeling round.
Got it.
I clamp them round the bullet and pull it
out, slowly.
Concentrate!
I turn to face the camera, lick my blood
off the bullet and carefully place it down on the table.
My whole body starts to shake and I feel
my bones clicking and crunching inside me as they start to rearrange themselves.
I drop to my knees as a scream forces its
way out of my throat.
Concentrate!
And then it starts.
Another scream rips out of me, bouncing off
the walls of the room
The bleeding stops and my skin starts stretching
itself back over the wound, closing it up.
Concentrate!
All I can hear is the tearing sound it's
making as it's ripping from it's old home and moving to a new one, covering
my wound in less than ten seconds.
My hands drop to the floor, and as I look
up at the camera, I begin to laugh.
It always makes me happy to know I've made
some security guard crap his pants.
Then again, it can't beat the knowledge that
nothing and no-one can stop me.
Let's get back to work then, Dis.
You have a special Christmas
present to give little Dawn, remember?