Disclaimer: (I created Mitchell, and Voyce... )Buffy, Willow, Xander, Giles are ownedBy Joss Whedon, and yadda, yadda, yadda!
Author's notes: This story is really different from "The Substance of evil". This will be more character driven!
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Part One
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"Ooooh jay-zus!" a shaky voice spat out. The voice belonged to a Guy named Mitchell Warrant. What raced through his mind was the vision of a beautiful blonde, athletic, perfect to the key. Mitchell was thinking about Buffy summers.
He sat on a old bench outside of the the highschool, where he attended. It was recess time, and he had all the time to think about the girl that he was falling in love with."God damn", Mitchell talked to himself out loud. Causing students passing by who heard him yell this to stare at him while they walked along. Mitchell buried his face in his hands, and began to grind his teeth.
"Why can't I just ask Buffy out!" he lowered his voice so no one else could hear. Mitchell likes talking to himself, It's a habit, He doesn't have many friends so he just likes conversing privatley. Mitchell is a handsome guy, it's a wonder why he shuns all friends, why he shunned popularity. He didn't like people to treat him like a piece of meat. He's shunned so many materialistic girls who wanted him he's scratched lines on his closet door at home, 23 and counting....
Mitchell was fast becoming a friend of Buffy in the Biology class they attend together, And he instantly was impressed by her female charms. She was beautifulof course, no flaw he could see, but she is intelligent, funny, and most of all caring."How can I ask her out", Mitchell told himself.
"Don't", A deep voice answered back. Mitchell jumped. Who had just answered him back? He stared around , over his shoulder.
"Look I'm here", The menacing voice continued.
"Where?!" Mitchell screamed out anxiously.
Students that where near Mitchell quickly scurried away from.
"He's finally gone friggin' nuts!" A girl told another student.
"My friend, i'm in your head!" The voice snarled.
"Aw shit man, am I going crazy", He worried.
Mitchell placed his hands on his head, and started shaking . Maybe to knock the voice out of his brain, he thought.
"Listen boy", The demonic voice snarled back," Listen to me!"
Mitchell wasn't going to have any of this. He stood on his feet, still clutching the sides of his head with his hand."Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" He screamed, sounding like a broken Fire truck's alarm, as he ran towards the school's lavatory.
As Mitchell bolted, he passed by a very confused Xander Harris and Willow Rosenberg. The two teens felt the wind hit them as Mitch sped away.
"What, was that?" Xander pointed to the crazed boy.
"A very strange incident", Willow added," Harsh Reaction to school lunch?"
Xander smiled, and wrapped his left arm around Willow's shoulder.
"Willow my girl, are learning to be as quickwitted and sarcastic as me", Xander continued ," I'm so gosh darned proud of you!"
Xander laid his head on her shoulder, in a friendly way, as the two walked towards the library.
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The boys bathroom, quite dingy, with profanity written all over the walls. With "For a good time... ," messages strewn about stalls. This bathroom is very much contrast to the sparkingly bright girl's lavatory.
Mitchell stumbled in, no one was there, thank God. He turned on the sink, letting the water flow. He splashed it all over his face.
"Oh man, oh man!" He yelled out.
His face still in his hands.
He was slumped over the sink, still trying not to hear the voice. Was it the heat making him delerious?Yeah That was it, the heat.
"Look in the mirror boy!" the otherworldy voice in his head shouted out to him.
Mitch's eyes were wide open, he ceased his breathing. His heart began to pump violently, what the hell was he going to see in the mirror, he thought. He fastened his hands on the side of the sink. He began to lift his head to look in the mirror. His eyes still facing down, slowly rolling up, afraid of what he was going to see.
He finally looked straight in the mirror, and a 7 foot crimson red beast was standing beside him.
"My name's Voyce", The Demonic looking figure said, waving at his reflection," How are Ya?"
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