Hell on Earth: Trinity: Chapter 23: The Battle of Trinity pt 3
by Timan
. . . “Yeah I suppose you could kill me while I’m in this form,” Becky replied, “But that wouldn’t be fair would it. The best way to do this is if . . . “
The conduit began to glow. Its form and shape shimmered until it completely transformed itself. Rebecca stood in horror as Conduit Rebecca adjusted her green jacket.
“. . . You fought yourself.” Conduit Rebecca concluded
Rebecca gritted her teeth. She charged at her double. Conduit Rebecca raised her hand and the Divine One flew back against the wall. She struggled against the conduits power but it matched her own. Conduit Rebecca approached slowly.
“What’s the plan now Divine One?” she asked
Rebecca fought as hard as she could but the more she struggled the more pressure Conduit Rebecca applied.
“Still trying to play the hero huh?” Conduit Rebecca asked
She looked down on the ground. Lying there silently was the scythe. Casually she walked over and picked it up and held it lightly in her hands.
“Thanks for the gift Divine One the Trinity’s gonna love it.”
“Give that back.” Rebecca demanded
Conduit Rebecca looked up at the Divine One.
“Wait I know this game this is where I ask ‘or what’ right? Sorry Beck your time is up.”
The conduit turned and headed for the other end of the white room. Rebecca struggled as hard as she could but still couldn’t break free. Then the words of her mother floated through her head.
You were sent in there to learn Rebecca not to defeat. What did you learn honey?
Arrogance is their main weakness. There must be something that she was overlooking. Then it came to her Conduit Rebecca could only mimic her three powers separately no combined. This is the edge she needed. Closing her eyes Rebecca began to concentrate. Her body was surrounded by a green flaming aura. A moment later the binding spell holding her failed and she dropped to the ground. Slowly she looked up at Conduit Rebecca with intense concentration.
Conduit Rebecca was about to leave the white room when all of a sudden the scythe vanished in a flash of green fire. Surprised she saw the Divine One standing confidently holding the blade the conduit just held. Conduit Rebecca folded her arms in amusement.
“Oh so now is the part where you play the hero.” She said
“No,” Rebecca replied, “I’m not playing. I am.”
“Fine by me.”
Conduit Rebecca charged at Rebecca with lightning speed. Rebecca blocked the first attack the countered with the scythe. Using the momentum from the hit Conduit Rebecca swung around and tripped the Divine One. Rebecca rolled out of the way just before Conduit Rebecca fist landed. She flipped back onto her feet
“You have my power!” Rebecca said as she spun kicked the conduit in the stomach.
“You have my speed!” Rebecca continued as she kicked her in the face.
“But you don’t have my moves.”
Conduit Rebecca growled as she flipped back up onto her feet. Her face dropped as she discovered that Rebecca was no where to be seen. She turned around and to her shock Rebecca was standing behind her, scythe ready, giving her a smug smile.
“I hope you remember that for next time.” Rebecca said as she swung her blade around.
The conduit had no time to react. The scythe severed her head sending it flying across the white room. The conduits body collapsed to the ground then dissolved into white energy before disappearing completely. Rebecca breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She lowered her blade a took a moment to recover. Slowly she turned and faced the back of the white room. There was only one thing left.
The Trinity
After that she will be done. She could live out the rest of her life with her husband away from danger. This was a nice dream that Rebecca wanted to hold onto. She took a deep breath and tried to prepare herself for the next step. Slowly she raised her hand. The back wall began to ripple and shimmer. Slowly a portal opened to reveal the last thing she’d expected a simple wooden. This threw off the Divine One who was expecting something like fire and brimstone. Slowly she walked to the door and opened it.
The door lead to what looked like a study room of an extravagant mansion. The walls were filled with books and around the room were voluble objects, artefacts and pieces of artwork. This in no way looked like the home of all evil in fact it looked quite the opposite. It had a very warm and inviting feel about it. This worried Rebecca. She gripped the scythe cautiously ready for anything. Down the other end of the room there was a fireplace with a roaring fire. Above the mantle was a round plaque, Very detailed. It looked like it could separate into three pieces with a smaller circle in the centre.
“Fascinating piece isn’t it,” a voice said from the side of the room, “They say it was made over many years, of course, this is a replica. The original is housed in a very safe place.”
Rebecca turned in surprise. Standing in the corner of the room was a tall slender elderly man of about eighty years. His medium length silver hair was brushed back and styled to perfection. The old man turned and smiled a warm inviting smile.
“You must forgive my friend,” another voice said as he stepped out of the shadows, “he does tent to dribble on about the Signum a little too much.”
This man was shorter and rounder then the other but that didn’t make him seem any less kind. His scruffy hair, dark grey in color, sat on top of his head like steel wool. The first man turned to the second.
“Well there’s no reason to be rude to the poor girl is there? She was appreciating a piece of art I wanted to give her some background.”
“Gentlemen please we’re ignoring our guest.” A third voice said from behind Rebecca. Slowly she turned to look at who was talking.
The third gentlemen was tall and graceful. Every movement he made was like a dance. Like the others the third man smiled disarmingly his small white moustache stretching over his long thin face as he did so.
“Dear Rebecca please take a seat.” He said graciously
“I’m fine.” Rebecca replied
“Oh but where are our manners,” the first man said moving into the centre of the room, “my name is Wolf, this is Ram . . .”
Wolf gestured to the portly man.
“. . . and Hart.”
Wolf Gestured to the graceful man who bowed slightly. Rebecca looked at the kind gentlemen uneasily.
“You guys run the law firm.”
“We are the proprietors, yes.” Wolf replied, “We provide a service for those who need it.”
“You kill people.”
“That is a part of life dear girl,” Ram replied, “It is going to happen to all of us eventually, granted, it would of happened sooner if you allowed our apocalypse to happen but we find the small interruption by yourself and your friends makes life interesting.”
“You see Rebecca the world needs us.” Hart continued
Rebecca looked at Hart inquisitively.
“How does the world need a group of psychopathic mass-murderers?”
“You’re looking at it too locally girl. We the help maintain the delicate balance of good and evil in this world.”
“Balance?”
“Absolutely, “Wolf explained, “You see too much on either end of the scale and the world would simply slip into chaos.”
Rebecca looked at Wolf suspiciously.
“You people try to destroy the world on a regular basis.” She exclaimed, “How is that maintaining a balance?”
Ram sighed.
“Destroy is such an ugly word we like to think of it as reallocating species management. Occasionally we like to put another species in charge of this planet.”
“What gives you the right to do that?”
“We don’t need the ‘right’” Wolf replied loosing some of his calm, “for eon we watched this world evolve from a simple mud ball to what it is today.”
Hart and Ram gave him a look and Wolf calmed down. Suddenly three arm chairs materialised and the three old gentlemen sat down in a row in front of the Divine One. Wolf interlaced his fingers in front of himself and regarded Rebecca curiously.
“I don’t understand where this hostility toward us is coming from,” he pondered, “In a way; we three gentlemen are your grandparents.”
“You’re not my grandparents.” Rebecca replied
“Oh but we are Rebecca. We authorized Judson to recreate you. You exist because we willed it.” Hart replied
“Think logically my dear. We don’t need to resort to violence to resolve this issue.”
Rebecca looked at the three men cautiously. Although they didn’t seem dangerous she wasn’t willing to drop her guard.
“Do you know what we’re capable of? Do you have any idea what we can do for you?” Ram said calmly
“Do for me?” Rebecca asked curiously
Wolf shrugged lightly
“Why wouldn’t we, you are our grandchild, the question is what does Rebecca Whitfield want, no, no that’s the wrong phrase, what does Rebecca Whitfield deserve?”
Again Rebecca looked at the three men cautiously. From a side table Hart picked up a small glass sphere. He played with it lightly in his hands.
“We can give you everything. Anything that you desire, for instance . . .”
Hart looked deeply into Rebecca’s eyes.
“. . . Your mother.”
“That’s right baby I could be with you again.” Dawn’s voice came from behind Rebecca
Rebecca tensed up. This had to be a trick. Slowly she turned to see Dawn smiling at her proudly. Slowly Dawn walked up next to her and put her arms around her daughter. It felt like her and she did have her smell. A small part of Rebecca jumped with excitement at seeing her mother alive but she couldn’t escape the truth.
Rebecca grabbed Dawns shirt. She pushed her hard sending her flying back against the wall. When she hit she evaporated into white light. Rebecca turned and glared angrily at the Trinity.
“That’s not my mother,” she growled, “and don’t you dare do that again!”
Rebecca readied the scythe and waited for the response. Wolf shook his head slowly.
“Why are you resisting Rebecca? This is a once in a life time opportunity. Anything that your heart desires can be yours.” He replied
“What I want is for you to be over.” Rebecca snapped
“Really?” Ram replied, “Let me ask you a question what would Alex say if he was in this position?”
Rebecca glared at Ram angrily.
“Don’t bring my husband into this.”
“My dear he’s already involved. He became involved when you said the phrase ‘I do’.”
Hart looked into the sphere lightly. He then tossed it to Rebecca.
“Wouldn’t you like a peaceful life with your husband away from all this fighting?” he asked, “We can provide that for you.”
The sphere began to glow. Rebecca looked at it curiously as the light grew brighter and brighter. It gave off a brilliant flash which caused Rebecca to close her eyes. When she opened them she was lying in bed. Rebecca looked around curiously at the unfamiliar house. Where did they send her? Suddenly she felt someone start to slowly kiss her neck. She was about to retaliate but she quickly realised who it was.
“Morning honey.” Alex said sweetly
Rebecca rolled over. Alex smiled at her warmly which caused her to return the smile. Slowly he slid over and kissed her deeply. She melted the kiss was amazing. Alex pulled back and stared at her loving.
“You don’t really have to go to work today do you?” he asked
“What did you have in mind?” Rebecca replied still a little shaken from the kiss
Alex smiled at her mischievously. He reached over and slowly began to unbutton Rebecca’s silk pyjama top.
“I was thinking that we could both spend some time together.” Alex replied
He folded open the top then ran his hand lightly over her breast. Rebecca got chills Alex always knew the places she liked to be touched. Rebecca was about to let go when reality set it. She placed a hand on Alex’s shoulder.
“Wait, I can’t do this.” She replied
“What?” Alex replied in confusion
Rebecca climbed out of bed and quickly buttoned up her top. Angrily she stormed out into the living area.
“This isn’t going to work!” she called out, “this isn’t real.”
“But we can make it real,” Wolf replied as the three men materialised in the corner of the room, “This is what you want isn’t it?”
“Stop it now!” Rebecca demanded her patience beginning to wear thin.
“Perhaps this might persuade you.” Ram continued.
“Mommy!” a small girl called out from the doorway.
The girl looked about five with light brown hair and green eyes. Her hair was tied back into two pig tails and her smile lit up a room. The small girl rushed up and wrapped herself around Rebecca’s legs.
“Can we open them now?” the girl begged, “Can we, can we, can we?”
Rebecca looked down at the small girl in confusion. There was something familiar about her.
“I’m sorry Rebecca Kelly got a little too excited,” Alex said from the doorway.
He bent down and called over the little girl. The girl unwrapped herself from Rebecca and rushed over to Alex. Alex looked at her playfully
“What did I tell you last night?” he asked her
The girl pouted.
“We won’t open presents until mommy and daddy say so.” Kelly replied grumpy
“That’s right.”
The girl turned and looked at Rebecca hopefully.
“Is it okay mommy?” she asked
Rebecca wasn’t sure what was happening. That’s when she noticed the Christmas tree in the corner with all the presents under it. Rebecca smiled lightly and looked back at Kelly
“Alright you can open them.” she said
The girl rushed over excitedly and started to rip open the paper. Rebecca watched the scene as her husband helped their daughter.
“A loving husband and a sweet beautiful child what else would you need?” Hart asked from behind her
Rebecca kept watching. They were right this was perfect. Rebecca turned and faced the Trinity.
“I know what I want;” Rebecca replied seriously, “Take me back to reality.”
“You don’t seem to be grasping the concept,” Wolf replied, “anything that you want.”
“Oh I understand it,” Rebecca replied, “I also noticed that, for some reason, you three are stalling.”
“Preposterous.”
“You wouldn’t be offering me this unless I was a real threat to you.”
Wolf was about to reply but Ram stopped him.
“She’s right,” he said, “This is too perfect. What you want is reality.”
Ram raised his hand. A ball of energy manifested inside was an image of a rainy alleyway where Angel and the others fought after defeating the circle of the black thorn. Rebecca looked at Ram curiously.
“What if we never offered your father the position at Wolfram and Hart?”
“If you did that then I would never have been created.” Rebecca replied
“Oh no you still will. The only difference is that the whole apocalypse attempt will never occur.”
“What are you trying to do?” Rebecca asked
Ram didn’t reply all three men disappeared. Suddenly there was another bright flash of light. Rebecca looked around curiously. She was sitting at the bar at Gen S. . . . Wait no it wasn’t it was Club Hellmouth. Only it looked different, slightly more modern. From the back room Shona stormed out angrily she noticed Rebecca sitting at the bar and walked up to her.
“Can you go talk to her please before I go hurt her with something heavy?” She asked
Again Rebecca was confused.
“Talk to who?” she asked Shona
“Nighthawk she’s sayn’ that the juniors need uniforms.”
Rebecca stood up and followed Shona into the training room. Inside Nighthawk beamed happily as she stood next to the three junior slayers who were all wearing capes.
“See what I mean!” Shona yelled
“Oh come on!” Nighthawk replied, “They are, like, sooo adorable!”
“Do I really have to wear pink?” Roxy asked, “It’s really not my color.”
Rebecca looked at the room cautiously. She was still trying to figure out the Trinity’s game plan.
“Do somethin’ Beck.” Shona asked
“Yeah.” Nighthawk replied
“I am not talking to you mask girl!” Shona snapped
Just then Faith and Wood entered the room.
“You sayin’ I cheated?” Faith asked
“What would you call using your slayer strength in our tennis match?”
“It’s a stupid sport anyways.”
Faith looked up at the juniors and jumped.
“Whoa,” she exclaimed, “Is there somethin’ B’s not tellin’ me?”
“I just thought it would, like, make us look fully dangerous and stuff.” Nighthawk replied
Shona pointed at Nighthawk in frustration.
“Can we replace her with somethin’ useful? Like a small dog or a squirrel or something?” Shona asked
“Hey!” Nighthawk snapped, “I don’t see you contributing.”
“I’m gonna contribute my fist to your face in a second.” Shona replied
Faith smirked. She walked up next to Rebecca and folded her arms.
“Think you better pry those two apart before they do damage.” She said
Rebecca didn’t reply. She had been ignoring the action for the past couple of minutes and tried to focus on the reason the Trinity was showing her this.
“Beck?” Faith asked curiously, “You alright?”
Slowly Rebecca made her way out of the room and back into the club. Faith shot a worried glance over to Wood who followed her. Shona had noticed Rebecca’s spaced out expression and decided to investigate as well. Rebecca paced around the empty dance floor closely followed by the others.
“Is there something wrong Rebecca?” Wood asked
“yeah.” Rebecca replied
“Is there something we can do?”
“No”
The group looked at each other confused as Rebecca continued to survey the scene.
“Their trying to force me away, why?” she thought out loud
She ran the images of the time she spent with the Trinity through her mind then something occurred to her. The three men mimicked human a little too well. Every time she came closer to them they tensed up slightly. Not many people would notice this but she was still adept at reading body language. She was a genuine threat to them but what was it about her that made them so nervous. Rebecca’s eyes snapped open.
“The scythe.” Rebecca said
“What about the Scythe?” Wood asked
Rebecca ignored them. She looked up at the sealing.
“I know what it is!” Rebecca called out, “I know what makes you scared!”
“Could you tell us ‘cause right now it’s you?” Shona replied
“My name is Rebecca Whitfield! I am the Divine One! I will stop you!”
Shona walked up and placed a caring hand on Rebecca's shoulder.
“Maybe you need to lie down or somethin’.” She said
Rebecca pushed Shona away. She raised her hand and Shona flew back against the wall. The rest of the group stepped back in shock.
“That’s new.” Nighthawk said nervously
Suddenly Rebecca was surrounded by a green flaming aura. Her clothes began to morph back to what they were before the illusion. In her hands she gripped the scythe tightly. Suddenly the illusion dissipated and she was returned to the study. The Trinity stood in front of Rebecca in their true form each of them looking like their name sake. Wolf snarled and beards his teeth.
“So be it Divine One.” he growled
Wolf moved at lightning speed. He punched Rebecca in the stomach at full force. The Divine One flew back, smashing through the door, and landed roughly in a pitch black room. Rebecca climbed to her feet painfully. She felt her side and noticed that a couple of her ribs were broken. The three demons marched in. Rebecca readied the scythe and charged at them. Ram ducked under her fist swing then blocked the second. With a swift punch he knocked the scythe out of Rebecca's had and sent it flying across the room. Now the trinity went on the offensive. Hart slammed his hoof into the back of Rebecca's knee forcing her to drop to the ground. Wolf punched her across the face sending her crashing to the ground, blood pouring from her forehead.
Rebecca struggled to her feet. Ram helped by grabbing her by the hair and dragging her up. He punched her rapidly with a series of body blows the finished. He pushed her off to Wolf who grabbed her by the arm. He pulled her down and kneed her in the face. Rebecca fell backwards into the waiting arms of Hart. Hart grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around. He quickly pulled out a blade and stabbed her in the stomach. Rebecca gasped in pain as Hart twisted the blade. He pulled it out a moment later and kicked her in the wound. Rebecca flew back a fair distance and landed roughly on the ground. She placed a hand on the knife wound then looked at the blood.
Tiredly she looked at the three advancing demons who were taking their time. She closed her eyes and apologised mentally to her aunt that she would never see her again. Rebecca fell forward and dropped to the ground. Her blood covered hand landed on something cool and metallic. Rebecca looked up and saw the Scythe. A moment later her hand began to glow. This was followed a moment later by the Scythe beginning to glow. The red paint began to crack and peel off the weapon. Suddenly she felt a rush of energy fill her body. Rebecca didn’t know what was happening to her or the scythe.
~ The Tomb, Sunnydale California – 2003 ~
The old woman waits patiently. The news that Buffy had pulled out the scythe had reached her about a few minutes ago and she was ready to explain. A moment later a portal opened next to her. She wasn’t surprised by this she was expecting the visit.
“Hello Gabriel.” She said softly
Brother Gabriel didn’t reply he looked at the woman in concern.
“Are you sure it was wise leading the slayer to the scythe now?” he asked, “The first is about to make his final move.”
“All the more reason for her to hold it now.” The old woman replied
“But are you absolutely sure it is safe.”
The woman looked at Brother Gabriel calmly.
“Gabriel you and I both know that Buffy Summers is the slayer who defied destiny. Trust me when I say that if she holds the Scythe it will be in the hands of the Divine One when it is needed.”
“I’m not so sure.”
“You trusted her with the key.”
“That is true but there were circumstances. Glorificus was about to destroy us.”
“And there are circumstances in this situation. The prophecy is very clear Gabriel. The slayers sister will have a daughter and she will stop the Trinity and her with use the power of the golden scythe to do it.”
Brother Gabriel remembered the line from the prophecy.
when the blood of the divine touches the blade it’s true power shall be reviled and the Divine One she wield her weapon, the weapon of the divine, the golden scythe.
The red paint completely evaporated revealing the blinding gold color underneath. Rebecca reached out and gripped the Scythe. She felt its power coarse through her body just as the trinity arrived.
“Sadly our time is up Rebecca,” Wolf said, “We have a world to destroy staring with the slayers.”
He reached out with his hand and energy began to pool. Once it has reached it full energy a beam shot out. Moving quickly Rebecca swung around and held up the glowing scythe. The beams energy spilled over the force field the scythe created. The trinity looked shocked as Rebecca flipped back onto her feet. She held the golden scythe confidently.
“You’re right,” Rebecca replied, “time is up but it’s not mine.”
The Trinity looked at each other. They charged in with a series of attacks but the Divine One dodged every single one of them. Rebecca countered with a series of kicks which separated the demons away from her. Rebecca stormed up to wolf but before he could retaliate she swung down with the blade and plunged it through his heart. Wolf screamed then lay motionless. Moving swiftly she bolted over to Ram who was almost on his feet. She kicked the back of his legs then, when he dropped to his knees, swung the blade severing his head. Rebecca looked around for Hart.
Hart made a break for it while she was attacking the other two. Rebecca sized up the distance and in one confident motion she threw the scythe at him. It sailed across the room and embedded deep into his back. He dropped to the ground as Rebecca rushed up. She pulled the blade out and looked at the once mighty demon trio. She sighed in relief. It was finally done and over with.
Suddenly the ground began to quake. The room shook violently which made it very hard for Rebecca to remain standing. From the middle of the room there was an explosion. Rebecca was thrown back and when she opened her eyes again the elevator doors slid open. Tiredly she stepped out into the lobby of Wolfram and Hart L.A. the whole building was shaking. She noticed that the floor was getting extremely hot. Moving quickly Rebecca charged into the CEO’s office and dived out the window. Falling a short distance she rolled the landing and quickly jumped back onto her feet. She ran as fast as she could to the front of the building but was knocked onto the ground by the huge explosion.
A giant fireball ripped up the center of the Wolfram and Hart office, blowing out every window, and shooting out hundreds of feet into the air. This wasn’t just happening in Los Angeles. All over the world every Wolfram and Hart office met with the same fate. Each of them exploded into a fiery wreck. As debris fell all around her Rebecca lay panting on the ground. The residual effects of the golden scythe had worn off and the pain was beginning to set in. just then she felt two sets of hands help her to her feet. It took a moment to recognise them but soon she realised it was the brothers.
“Are you alright Divine One?” Samuel asked
Rebecca was unsteady on her feet. The brothers held her confidently
“I think so,” Rebecca replied, “What are you two doing here?”
“Gabriel sent us to check on you,” Marcus replied, “Did you complete your task?”
Rebecca looked at them and smiled.
“They’re dead.” She replied
“Then it is truly over.” Samuel replied
Rebecca was about to reply when she felt something. It was a small rumbling coming from the ground she looked up and noticed the dust cloud coming from the direction of the desert.
“No,” she replied, “I don’t think it is.”
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