Angel's Return: Part 3
by Angelica Fire
Spike, Dru, Buff, Xander, Cordy, Willow, Giles, Oz, Sunnydale etc. belong to the omnipotent WB, Mutant Enemy and Joss. All hail Joss!!!~

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Part Three

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A relentless pain played mercilessly against Buffy's back. It danced up, towards her shoulders; it danced down, towards her rectum. The pain teleported itself into her head. It turned into a granade and blew up in her brain.

Her brain was dead... yet... she could still think... and feel... the dreadful pain, diabolically carressing her back.

A light slowly seared into her eyes. With great difficulty, she lifted her neck, turning to face away from the light. With extreme curiosity, she brought her eyes to survey the scene. With overwhelming conprehension, her eyes brought.

Last night... I was shot. I chased a murderer... whom I killed? But, he had killed Shelby. And, I had persued him, wanting answers. He had mocked Angel. I saw his mocking and pain-causing writing, scrawled against the wall. I heard a door slam. I turned to the door, pushed it ajar, and saw him running away...

When I pushed open the door, there came the sound of an alarm. But, why didn't it go off when he escaped through it?

Buffy suddenly sat up. She tore away the tubes stuck into her veins. Her back no longer hurt. Her mind was no longer pulp.

As another person, she would probably react with fear to this move. As another person, she would probably still be cowering in the superficial bed, victim of the bullets, suffering the consequences the bullets brought.

She would give anything to be that other person.

But, she can't. Life doesn't listen to pleas. Life ignores wishes, prayers. Life... is life.

Scanning the room, she spotted a clock. 6:20 she read its blinking numbers.

She dashed to the window, broke its glass, and jumped out from her room in the two story hospital. She landed on her feet on the ground with no injuries. She dashed for the trees, desperately hoping that no one saw her.

Peering cautiously from the shade of the trees, trying to plan her next move, she heard a rustle in the greenary behind her.

She spun around, reached for her stake, found it missing, and decided to face whoever was there without it. She stood deathly still, waiting for it to lunge out and attack her.

She was greeted by a rabbit. It hopped out from the shrubbery thriving around the trees, saw her, and scrambled away.

She remained in her defending position for a few seconds after that. Then she broke down into laughter. She laughed at her paranoia. She turned to face the parking lot she had dashed across a few moments ago, and evaluated her next move.

A blow was delivered to her, from behind. Its effect was so hard, she fell, tumbling into unconsciousness.

She was not like herself, to be relaxed... relenting. That alone gave her attacker the benefit. And, that alone may cause her her life.




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