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jormiwillingham) wrote2020-10-04 09:55 pm
jormiwillingham) wrote2020-10-04 09:55 pm
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Stop the Dreams
Title: Stop the Dreams
Author: 'mi
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Disney
Characters/Pairing: Faith
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: 1 Million Words Weekend Challenge: Delirium and A to Z: D (Duck)
Word Count: 690
Date Written: 4 October 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: In which Faith fights a losing battle.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
She needs to feel blood running through her fingers. She can't stand all the trauma and stress of this disease that's running rampant through not only Sunnydale but all of the U S of A and beyond. She knows there's a great Demonic force behind it all. Giles and Willow had almost pinpointed it all when the Witch got sick, and now Giles is coming down with the mess, too. She just needs him to hold on long enough to tell her how to kill this monster.
She feels weak instead, and there is no feeling that Faith hates greater. She doesn't do weak. She hasn't since she was a little girl and both her parents beat her and her father raped her. She's never told any one that, and she's not going to start now. She wipes sweat off of her pale brow, unaware of the blood that's on her hand and in her dark locks. She shakes her head, trying to shake off the memories. Her parents are long dead, long buried by her own hand.
Or are they? She remembers beating them, remembers their blood running through her fingers, remembers the way they screamed her name when she was finally granted the strength to stand up to them. They never loved her, never could. And yet . . .
Didn't she just see her father last week, or the week before that? Or was it a month ago now? Or longer? He'd been wanting her to run bets for him again, and to collect money he wasn't really owed. He wasn't dead. She hadn't killed him. That was all just a dream. She ran away instead and was living off the streets when the strength of Slayerhood finally kicked in. It had come in handy to beat the pimp who'd been trying to force her to sell for him, but she had never defended herself against her parents.
Even as an adult Slayer, she'd still not had the strength to stand up to her own dad. Angel had ran him off, not her. At least the Vamps aren't affected by this disease, but they're so busy at night right now. The people are going nuts, even more so than usual. There's rioting every night as family men steal food for the children they can not otherwise feed. At least they give enough of a damn about them to make sure they're feeding them at any cost to their own selves.
The world spins again, and Faith almost goes down. Her knees buckle, but just before she can hit the concrete, she forces herself back up. Blood and perspiration run in her dark eyes. She fears it might be her own, but she's equally determined not to pay it any attention. She's not going to be stopped, not now, not by any one or thing, least of all this disease . . .
Or that giant fucking mouse who's in the road directly ahead of her. "MOVE!" she bellows. "Move or you'll think a cat is your greatest enemy."
"Shucks -- " He looks at her and shakes in his giant, red shoes.
"Gawrsh." She blinks rapidly. There's no longer just a giant mouse standing in her way. There's a mouse, a dog, -- and a duck.
"Damn. Thanksgiving already?" She sends her stake straight into the mouse's heart, then loads another and aims it for the duck. She frowns suddenly. Her head and heart are both pounding. "Damn it. I'm not even hungry, and you're a fucking feast."
She misses not because the duck can outrun her. He's too busy swearing and shaking his feathered fists, as if he can actually present some kind of a threat to her. It's because she's falling, falling, falling . . .
"Tell the kids to turn the TV down," Dawn snaps at Xander, but Faith doesn't hear her. She's lost in the delirium, her mind wrapped in fevered dreams. "Poor girl," Dawn murmurs, wiping her brow with a damp rag. "We've got to stop this thing."
"We will, Dawnie," Xander assures her, turning down the dial on the Disney Channel.
Author: 'mi
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Disney
Characters/Pairing: Faith
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: 1 Million Words Weekend Challenge: Delirium and A to Z: D (Duck)
Word Count: 690
Date Written: 4 October 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: In which Faith fights a losing battle.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
She needs to feel blood running through her fingers. She can't stand all the trauma and stress of this disease that's running rampant through not only Sunnydale but all of the U S of A and beyond. She knows there's a great Demonic force behind it all. Giles and Willow had almost pinpointed it all when the Witch got sick, and now Giles is coming down with the mess, too. She just needs him to hold on long enough to tell her how to kill this monster.
She feels weak instead, and there is no feeling that Faith hates greater. She doesn't do weak. She hasn't since she was a little girl and both her parents beat her and her father raped her. She's never told any one that, and she's not going to start now. She wipes sweat off of her pale brow, unaware of the blood that's on her hand and in her dark locks. She shakes her head, trying to shake off the memories. Her parents are long dead, long buried by her own hand.
Or are they? She remembers beating them, remembers their blood running through her fingers, remembers the way they screamed her name when she was finally granted the strength to stand up to them. They never loved her, never could. And yet . . .
Didn't she just see her father last week, or the week before that? Or was it a month ago now? Or longer? He'd been wanting her to run bets for him again, and to collect money he wasn't really owed. He wasn't dead. She hadn't killed him. That was all just a dream. She ran away instead and was living off the streets when the strength of Slayerhood finally kicked in. It had come in handy to beat the pimp who'd been trying to force her to sell for him, but she had never defended herself against her parents.
Even as an adult Slayer, she'd still not had the strength to stand up to her own dad. Angel had ran him off, not her. At least the Vamps aren't affected by this disease, but they're so busy at night right now. The people are going nuts, even more so than usual. There's rioting every night as family men steal food for the children they can not otherwise feed. At least they give enough of a damn about them to make sure they're feeding them at any cost to their own selves.
The world spins again, and Faith almost goes down. Her knees buckle, but just before she can hit the concrete, she forces herself back up. Blood and perspiration run in her dark eyes. She fears it might be her own, but she's equally determined not to pay it any attention. She's not going to be stopped, not now, not by any one or thing, least of all this disease . . .
Or that giant fucking mouse who's in the road directly ahead of her. "MOVE!" she bellows. "Move or you'll think a cat is your greatest enemy."
"Shucks -- " He looks at her and shakes in his giant, red shoes.
"Gawrsh." She blinks rapidly. There's no longer just a giant mouse standing in her way. There's a mouse, a dog, -- and a duck.
"Damn. Thanksgiving already?" She sends her stake straight into the mouse's heart, then loads another and aims it for the duck. She frowns suddenly. Her head and heart are both pounding. "Damn it. I'm not even hungry, and you're a fucking feast."
She misses not because the duck can outrun her. He's too busy swearing and shaking his feathered fists, as if he can actually present some kind of a threat to her. It's because she's falling, falling, falling . . .
"Tell the kids to turn the TV down," Dawn snaps at Xander, but Faith doesn't hear her. She's lost in the delirium, her mind wrapped in fevered dreams. "Poor girl," Dawn murmurs, wiping her brow with a damp rag. "We've got to stop this thing."
"We will, Dawnie," Xander assures her, turning down the dial on the Disney Channel.