The Bad Influence: Part Five
by Alex Mercado
Disclaimer: (I created Mitchell, and Voyce... )Buffy, Willow, Xander, Giles are owned By Joss Whedon, and yadda, yadda, yadda!
Author's notes: A BIG THANK YOU GOES TO DAWN FOR THE PROOFREAD THANK YOU, DAWN.
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Part Five
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Buffy was mortified at the sound of muffled screams in the background that joined Willow's frantic speech.
"Oh God," Buffy trembled at the thought of Willow's demise, and what about Xander? What's happened to him?
Buffy quickly began to dress herself in easy to move clothing, Black sweatpants, And a black t-shirt. Fixating her shoulder length blonde locks in a ponytail. She quickly put on her steel tipped boots, and crept out of her bedroom window, not wanting to alarm her sleeping mother.
As she landed on the front porch, she quickly headed for the Bronze.... God help whoever hurt Willow or Xander.
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"It's Partaaay time!" Voyce proclaimed, with his loud booming voice.
Mitch folded his arms to his chest, and stood at the main exit, He was becoming as dark hearted as Voyce, Because of his body being somewhat possessed, the evil in him began to make his soul impure....
"Oh Momma!" Voyce bellowed out, removing his heavy trenchcoat. Allowing the people to see his muscular, bare crimson torso.
After that, people tried to scramble for the exit door, girls screamed at the top of their lungs, guys reduced to spineless idiots.
Oh yeah, this night in the Bronze would be one to remember.
"Do the chicks dig me? Or do the chicks dig me?" Voyce turned his head towards Mitch cracking a smile.
Mitch returned the reaction of amusement.
The crowd began to grow silent, girls still sobbed, and small whispers floated through the air.
Voyce then removed his baseball cap, revealing his two small horns on his head.
The cries grew louder.
"Aw , come on!" Voyce tried to get understanding from the crowd ," It's only your lives!Reason with me, people!"
All of the sudden, a gang of young males began to rush angrily towards Mitch, Who stood motionless next to the exit doors.
Voyce turned his head around, rolled his red eyes and pointed his iron nailed fingers at the teens who tried to assault mitch.
A sudden flash of tiny metallic shards became embedded in the teens bodies.
Mitch watched as the teens teens were profusely bleeding and shaked violently on the ground. He quietly rolled the bleeding corpses towards the nearest corners.
Screams filled the Bronze.
"Cool!" Mitch's voice was filled with adulation.
Voyce smiled," Poison little glass shards from my body, once it pierces your skin, your blood turns into instant mush."
"Well, slap me silly!" Mitch yelled in an effeminate voice.
Voyce then smacked himself in the forehead so hard, he almost fell over.
"Well, did I give you a weapon?" Voyce asked sincerely, scratching his completely bald head.
"uh... nope," Mitch honestly answered.
"Well, my boy! Here's one!" Voyce began to tremble, body pulsating violently, his whole body surrounded by a red light.
People gasped, watching this sight.
Mitch watched in amazement.
Voyce's back was split open by two black metallic wings, and a large scythe formed in the palm of his hand.
"Here ya' go!" Voyce placed the large gothic scythe in Mitch's hand," Now don't break it!"
Mitch's face lit up," Bitchin'!"
"So Mitch.. ," Voyce continued," Who are those stuck up snobs, you hate so much?"
Mitch began to stride across the dance floor which was empty, everyone was clenched at the corners of the Bronze's interior.
He began to look upon the faces of everyone, trying to remember who were the ones that have been such terrible, mean spirited bullies towards others.
Mitch then began chant,
"Who's the snobs?
Let's have fun,
Stuck up bitches...
You're the one."
The crowd cleared, and Mitch had one hand wrapped around Cordelia Chase's throat.
Cordelia was beyond fear at this point, Her mascara ran down her tear drenched face.
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As that event carried on, Xander was with Willow hiding in the crowd.
She was nursing a bruise on her petite hand, which had occured when Voyce had ripped the reciever of a payphone right from her grasp.
The two couldn't hear what was going on with Cordelia because all of the commotion of other teens next to them.
Willow began to cry profusely," I don't want to die, Xander, I don't want to."
Xander carefully placed his hand on the back of her head, and directed her face towards his shoulder. She continued to cry....
"It'll be okay", Xander began to comfort Willow by stroking her hair," I'm sure Buffy will be coming soon." All Xander had was hope to depend on.
Willow began to hysterically cry on Xander now,"Damn," Xander thought.
All of the sudden the two heard Cordelia's blood curdling scream, Willow's eyes were wide open, though her salty tears ran down her face, she couldn't help but to think what was going to happen to Cordelia. Xander frowned.
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