Disclaimers: Joss and his
army of Mutants own them, not me. I make no claims.
Me: I do own Dis, Lucy, Elle
et al.
Title: Psalms 27:3 Um, God
owns it. I didn't ask permission. Please don't sue me.
Dedications: To Elle et al,
on Santa Monica beach, passing the joint round; Good book.
Romans 12:19
Do not take revenge, my friends,
but leave room for Gods wrath, for it is written;
"It is mine to avenge; I will repay."
Discord's POV
Slayers Do Total Recall XI - Though An Army Besiege me, My Heart Will Not Fear
'Why did you call me up here, Elle? I need
to be with Faith right now.'
She drums her fingers on her desk, and I
know she's pissed, probably at me talking to her like this, like I've got
no respect.
'I'm not pissed, Dizzy. I'm upset, not at
you. Anyway, you have a job to do.'
Can feel my blood start to fuckin' boil,
right down, deep in me.
'A job? You think I give a shit about my
work?'
She takes a deep breath and hands me a folder.
I cross my arms and don't take it, leaving
her arm outstretched.
But she doesn't take it back, and I know
this is a battle of wills.
It's not something I can win, so I may as
well give it up now.
She'd stay like that for hours if she needed
to; we had all this when I started.
Ripping the file away, I flip it open, looking
at the picture and reading some of the text.
Usual stuff, 'cept I think...
'I know this guy. Where do I know him from?
Shit. Think Dis!.'
I know him, never forget a face, sort of
my trade and all.
And then I know, then I know where I've seen
him.
'Hey, this is one of my dad's friends! You
want me to off one of my dad's friends? Shit, Elle!'
'Dizzy...'
She looks at me, with this pained look on
her face, and I don't understand.
She never looks at me like that, not even
when I had to kill that nun, she always...
One of my dad's friends?
A shiver runs down my body as I start ripping
through the pages, searching what I have to off him for.
I skim read along, 'til I get to what I know
I'm going to find.
Rape of a thirteen year old girl.
And I don't want to look, I don't, 'cause
I know what her name's going to be.
I know.
I wipe my eyes with my hand, quickly as I
turn the page and she her picture.
Faith.
Elle's POV
I watch her.
I sit and watch her, as she looks at the
file, and my heart breaks as she reads it, all of it.
She stands still and spends ten minutes reading
everything.
Every now and again I see her wiping at her
face, never making a sound, never stopping.
And when she finishes, her fingers loosen,
and the file drops to the floor.
It floats down, slowly, gently, as if it's
contents were meaningless.
And she stands there, in my office, still,
staring off in to no where.
Pushing up, I walk over to where she is and
pull her down to sit in the chair, stroking her hair, kissing her head,
soothing her.
'My Dizzy, my poor Dizzy.'
She pushes me away as she starts to
cry, her head in her hands.
I'm God, the divine ruler.
I hold the ultimate power.
I'm the good, the bad, the righteous and
the damned.
Nations have killed in my name.
People revere me and worship at my temples.
I've given life with one hand and taken it
away with the other.
I could sizzle the planet with a click of
my fingers.
Yet I'm powerless to help the person I love.
Utterly powerless.