Judson watched Becky as she stitched up the holes in her jacket. He was fascinated by how quickly she was healing. The fight at Club Hellmouth was a few hours ago and even now most of the sword wounds look like they were three weeks old.
“You know you can get more clothes. L.A. full of stores that give them to you if you give them money.” He commented
Becky ignored him. She continued to repair her jacket. Judson reached behind his desk and picked up a department store back. He walked over to the uber-slayer and placed it next to her.
“At least change you’re top. The one you’re wearing is barely hanging on as is.” Judson continued
Becky looked down on her self. The remains of her tank top were barely providing cover. She put down her jacket and slipped off her tank top. She started to rummage through the back to see what Judson had provided.
There was a knock at Judson’s door. Judson’s secretary wandered in carrying a document. She looked cautiously from her boss to the half naked uber-slayer.
“Sorry am I interrupting something?” she asked embarrassed
“No Sally,” Judson replied, “what’s up?”
“I’d thought you’d like to see this sir.”
Sally handed Judson the document and he scanned it with interest.
“Oh this is very good.” Judson replied excitedly, “Thanks for this Sally.”
As sally left the office Becky slipped on a back t-shirt and joined Judson at his desk.
“What was that?” she asked curiously.
“Our victory kiddo. Looks like the Vampire-Witch’s illusion is going to start to break down in a few hours. The attack on the club severely weaken her.”
Becky looked over Judson’s shoulder at the document.
“Why does the first page say ‘apocalypse’?”
“Because it’s the beginning of the end for Angelus hell on earth.” Judson lied, “now you know what you need to do now?”
“Take out the survivors.” Becky replied
“That’s right. The one you are so interested in our sources tell us that she’s currently in the drama complex of UCLA. Now is there anything you need form me.”
“One or two things.” Becky replied
The combined Scooby / fang gang started to sift through the remains of the club. Most of them were still in shock since they arrived this morning.
“She really did a number on this place didn’t she?” Gunn commented
“Looks like there’s nothing left.” Willow commented
“I’ve decided that I don’t like this new Becky. The old one was much nicer.” Xander replied as he shifted some more of the bricks and wood out of the way.
“They shall have Vengeance,” Illyrian declared, “Their deaths shall not be in vain.”
“First we’re going to work out what to say to the police.” Buffy commented
“There’s not going to be an investigation.” Angel commented
“Pardon me?”
“Wolfram and Heart own the Los Angeles police. They’re probably going to write this up as a gas explosion.”
“Yeah,” Gunn commented, “I wouldn’t put it past them.”
Gunn shifted some of the debris and uncovered two corpses that they all recognised
“Oh my god,” Willow exclaimed, “That’s Faith.”
Buffy looked away in disgust. This was more then she could stand. They had to find and stop the uber-slayer and they had to do it now.
Shona stood outside the wreckage on her crutches. Next to her Alex stood and made sure that she was all right.
“I can’t believe any version of Rebecca could do this,” Shona commented, “It’s just not real.”
“I know. It’s like a nightmare within a nightmare. How many girls did this ‘Becky’ kill?” Alex replied
“I think they said something like 126 in the end,” Shona replied, “man if I ever get my hands on that fake . . . “
Shona’s voice trailed off. She rubbed her plastered up arm as a reminder of what she wanted to do to Becky. Shona turned to Alex with concern.
“How’s nighthawk doin’?” she asked
Alex sighed
“She been extremely quiet since she brought you to the hotel. She just left for her class this morning without saying a word. Honestly I don’t think she’s dealing with this very well.” He replied
“I don’t like the idea of her alone on campus. I’m gonna talk to Angel ‘bout swing by ‘round lunch to make sure she’s safe.”
Nighthawk sat quietly on one of the chairs in the drama hall. The rehearsals were already in swing but she couldn’t get her mind off Rebecca killing all those Slayers. She remembered that Angel told her that the girl in the club wasn’t their Rebecca but some girl called ‘Becky’ who might be working for the evil lawyers Wolfram and Heart but she found that very hard to believe as an idea. Her instructor, Amelia Brewer, looked at her sad student she called for a break and wandered over.
“Penny you’re not looking the best maybe you should go home.” Amelia said
Nighthawk shrugged depressingly
“Nah, I’m fine.” She replied sadly
Amelia frowned she pulled up one of the nearest seats and sat next to the depressed looking slayer.
“Want to talk about it?” Amelia asked
Nighthawk shook her head. Amelia placed a caring hand on Nighthawk’s shoulder.
“Getting it out might make you feel better,” She continued, “was it a friend?”
Nighthawk nodded sadly.
“What happened did she change?” Amelia asked, “Start lashing out at the people who care about her?”
Nighthawk nodded again. Slowly she turned to face her instructor.
“I don’t know what to do. She’s my best friend but last night she did horrible things to these girls I know.”
“Have you tried talking to her? Trying to find out what has changed.”
Nighthawk though about this
“I kind had to go someplace in a hurry. I don’t know, maybe it was something I did, you know, like I wasn’t a good best friend or something.” She replied
“I don’t think it’s that Penny. You’re a very sweet and kind girl. I’m sure if you talk it through with your friend things will work out.”
Becky marched onto the campus of UCLA. All the students who saw her approaching quickly scurried out of the way. This was due to the fact that on her back she had strapped a hefty looking sword. Slung over her shoulder she had a large Black bag full of things she acquired from the armoury. A security guard was making a pass across the front of the campus when he saw the heavily armed woman approaching.
“This is bill near the front entrance,” he said over his radio, “I have a female approaching who looks like she might be armed with some kind of medieval weapon. Call LAPD I’ll see what I can do from here.”
The security guard moved to intercept the uber-slayer. Moving cautiously he had his hand placed over his gun in preparation.
“Excuse me ma’am,” he called out, “you can’t enter the premises carrying . . . “
Becky reached behind her back. She drew out her handgun and pumped the entire clip into the security guards chest without stopping. Throwing the gun aside she stopped just before the balcony. The crowd scattered as she looked up to the small balcony overlooking the entrance. Coiling herself up she leaped up and landed feet first onto the balcony. She repeated this mauver onto the room and made for the drama building.
It took her a few moments jumping from rooftop to rooftop. When she had found the roof she was looking for she took the bag off her shoulder and unzipped it. Reaching inside she pulled out a heft looking sledgehammer. Raising it over her head she swung down and struck to roof with full force.
“What was that?” Amelia asked looking to the ceiling.
Nighthawk looked up. As she examined the roof she noticed that cracks were appearing nearly dead center. These crack’s grew wider and wider until a good portion of the roof collapsed onto the floor. All the students moved quickly out of the way as the dust settled in the room. Nighthawk scrutinized this scene in intense worry. Her worry shifted to fear as Becky dropped into the roof and landed efficiently on the floor. The uber-slayer slowly elevated herself to her full height and glared at the other slayer.
“Nighthawk.” She said seriously as she reached behind her jacket.
Nighthawk moved at her full slayer speed and narrowly missed the knife that sailed past her head. She looked up from the ground as the throwing knife embedded its self on the set. Nighthawk quickly flipped back onto her feet and watched as Becky reached inside her black bag.
“What’s gong on Penny? Who is this woman?” Amelia asked
Nighthawk watched in horror as Becky drew a pump action shotgun from her bag. She leaped on top of her instructor just as Becky fired. Both landed safely on the ground.
“Get everybody out now.” Nighthawk ordered
“But Penny . . . “Amelia replied
“She’s not after them. She after me.”
“Why? What did you do?”
Nighthawk didn’t replied. As Becky pumped her shotgun and took am Nighthawk leaped up and dived for cover behind the props box. Just before Becky fired her second round into the box Nighthawk dived out of the way. Rolling back onto her feet she charged for the door busting through it on contact. Becky glared at the slayers exit. Throwing down the gun she pulled out the last thing from the bag she dropped it near the gun. Clipping it to her belt. She drew her sword and charged after Nighthawk.
“Alright thanks man.” Gun said ending his cell phone call.
He moved back up to the group and gave them a serious look.
“Just heard from one of my contact on the street,” Gunn announced, “UCLA security has reported gunfire on campus.”
Shona looked fearfully at everyone
“Nighthawk.” She exclaimed
“Becky must be picking off the survivors.” Angel pondered, “let’s go.”
Willow thought about this news and something occurred to her. She starts to walk in the opposite direction. Buffy turned to her in surprise.
“Will where are you going?” Buffy asked
“You guys go ahead I’m going to the magic store to see if I can find something to stop Becky.” Willow yelled
It took Willow nearly twenty minutes to reach the magical supplies store on foot. She entered exhausted and moved up to the counter. The shopkeeper smiled at her.
“Blessed be young one. How may I be of assistance.” She asked
“I’m looking for something in the way of a restraining spell.” Willow said between puffs
“What are you trying to hold?”
“Something very powerful and evil.” Willow replied having no time to make up a cover story.
The shopkeeper pondered.
“You’re probably going to need a lot of energy. I’ll check in the store room I think I have the supplies you need.”
The shopkeeper left leaving Willow to wait anxiously. From behind her there was a tap on her shoulder.
“Willow Rosenberg?” a subtle male voice asked
Willow swung around in surprise. Behind her stood three serene looking men wearing simple brown cloaks tied up with rope. If she didn’t know better she would sware they looked like monks.
“Yes?” Willow replied in surprise
The lead Monk raised his hands for calm.
“Do not be afraid we are not here to harm you.” The lead monk said
“Okay. That’s . . . good.” She replied uneasily, “Why are you here then?”
“To help you deal with the uber-slayer.”
Willow edged up to the counter.
“Who are you guys?”
“That is not important. All you need to know right now is that you are the only one capable of stoping the woman named ‘Becky’.”
Willow scanned each monk carefully. She didn’t know whether or not they were crazy or genuine
“How?” she asked hesitantly
“You need to utilize your full potential. Release the power you hold back.”
“Oh no,” Willow replied nervous, “If I do that people get hurt.”
The memory of dark Willow still lived inside her mind. The only other time she used her full power was to activate all the slayer even after that she still wasn’t confident enough to try it again.
“This is the only way to save Rebecca.”
“How do you know all this?”
The lead monk walked slowly up to Willow.
“I understand you fear Goddess but there is more at stake then any of you understand.”
“What are you talking . . . wait? Goddess?”
“You have it inside right here. . . ”
The monk placed his finger on the center of Willow’s chest. A small spark of static electricity made her jump slightly.
“ . . . But your fear keeps it caged like an animal. It must be release it before it’s too late.”
Willow was going to reply but something strange was happening. He felt her chest where the monk had touched her. A warm sensation flowed across her body like a river. She leant against the counter as the energy began to overwhelm her.
“The only thing that matters is that Rebecca is saved. She is the one to save us all.” The lead monk announced
The monk standing to the left of the lead monk approached.
“Brother Gabriel we must leave. Our time grow short,” he said softly to his leader.
The lead monk nodded. He smiled at Willow.
“Good luck on your quest Goddess.” He said before turning
The three monks waked to the back of the store. Just before they reached the back wall a portal opened and they walked through. The energy passing through Willow had settled down. Slowly she stood up. Whatever that monk did to her it unlock something she held inside. She smiled to herself when she realised that this energy was from the dark place. This energy was the purest light she had ever felt. She looked over to a mirror and watched in amazement as her hair shifted from red to a brilliant white. Willow felt strong, she felt powerful she was no longer Willow the Witch but . . .
Goddess Willow.
Nighthawk ducked behind a wall. By this stage she was completely terrified. No matter how fast she ran or which direction Becky always seemed to catch up with her. She leaned heavily against the wall to catch her breath. Suddenly Beck dropped down from the roof above. Nighthawk ducked down just as Becky swung out with her sword. She rolled under the attack and started to bolt away. Becky had had enough of this game. She unclipped the grappling gun from her belt and aimed it. The unopened hook shoots out. It pierced through Nighthawk’s right shin and released the hook. Pulling tightly Nighthawk was thrown off her feet onto the ground. She screamed in pain as she tried to remove the hook from her leg. Grabbing the cable tightly she dragged the scared slayer back towards her.
When she was close enough Becky grabbed Nighthawk buy the collar. In a fluid spin she threw her through a set of double doors and down the full length of the long corridor. After she had stopped moving Nighthawk was completely tangled up in the grapple line. Every time she struggled against it the steel cable would cut deeper into her skin. Becky walked about halfway down the corridor. She shook her head in disappointment. These girls called themselves slayers but were nowhere near the challenge she was used to. From behind her back he drew another throwing knife and tossed it at Nighthawks head. Nighthawk closed her eyes tight as the bladed weapon approached its target.
Suddenly, to Becky surprise the blade started to slow down. It came to a complete stop about a foot away from its destination and just hovered in the air. The clatter of the falling blade made Nighthawk open her eyes. Behind Becky a brilliant flash of light. Becky swung around to investigate. Out of the epicentre of the light Goddess Willow walked out Her long white flowing hair blowing against the wind. Her street clothes were replaced by a long flowing gown, which matched the color of her hair. Becky sneered angrily and readied her sword.
“Disarm.” Goddess Willow said calmly.
The sword in Becky’s hand began to move erratically. Eventually she was forced to drop it. Becky looked from the sword to Goddess Willow. She charged in for the attack. Goddess Willow looked at her sharply and her eyes began to glow. Suddenly Becky’s movement began to become a lot more sluggish until a few moments later she passed out. Goddess Willow smiled to herself victoriously then turned her attention to the confused Nighthawk.
As Goddess Willow approached she waved her hand and the grappling hook and cable disappeared. She knelt down next to Nighthawk.
“You okay?” Goddess Willow asked caringly
Nighthawk winced in pain.
“My leg. I’m not sure I can walk.” She replied
Goddess Willow looked down at the injured limb. Closing her eyes she placed her hand on Nighthawk’s leg. In rapid speed the wound healed until her leg had completely recovered. Goddess Willow helped Nighthawk to her feet and the slayer looked at her curiously.
“Did you do something to your hair?” Nighthawk asked
“What? You don’t like it?” Goddess Willow replied stroking her white hair
“Not really. Kinda make you look old.”
“Hey.”
The group watched in amazement as Nighthawk and Goddess Willow walked out of the corridor.
“Willow?” Buffy asked
“Yeah. It’s little old goddess me.” Goddess Willow replied
“What happened to you?”
“Would you believe me if I told you three monks came out of nowhere and unlocked my full power before going through a portal?”
“No seriously Willow what happened?”
“Where’s Becky?” Angel asked seriously
Goddess Willow smiled at him excitedly
“Don’t worry Angel I sent her to the cage Xander built. She’s at the Hyperon.” She replied
Angel looked at her in amazement.
“Yeah I know,” Willow continued excitedly, “I can send people places now isn’t that neat?”
Her celebration was short lived. A loud screeching sound raced through the sky. The group looked to is source and saw a giant portal rippling into existence many miles away from them. On the other side of the portal was another version of L.A. but all of the buildings were destroyed and twisted. Buffy shook her head in astoundment.
“Is that what I think that is?” she asked
“Angelus world.” Angel replied seriously, “We have to undo this now.”
In the top floor of Wolfram and Heart a party was in full swing. All of the staff cheered at the sight of the gateway to apocalypse world growing rapidly. Judson stood proudly as he received his congratulations from his colleagues. He sighed and excused himself from the group. His job wasn’t done yet there was still one more card to paly.
Back at the Hyperon the group watched as the sky slowly became obscured by the rapidly opening portal.
“It’s the end of the world isn’t it Angel.” Buffy commented.
“Not yet.” He replied as he walked back over to Goddess Willow.
“Any luck.” He asked the Goddess
Willow stood in front of the cage. Inside Becky glared angrily at the both of them.
“Sorry Angel I’ve been trying everything I know.” Goddess Willow replied disappointedly.
“Come one Will you must be able to do something.” He said in frustration,” there has got to be something to break this some kind of key . . .”
Suddenly the solution hit Goddess Willow. She looked up in shock
“The star,” Willow exclaimed, “The star of Asgeroth. It’s the key to all of this. If Becky and Rebecca are both bound to it then destroying it would release them.”
“That’s great Will but the stars with Rebecca and Rebecca’s in the hell dimension. How are we supposed to find her?”
“You’re right she will be hard to find,” Goddess Willow replied playfully, “unless somebody was paranoid enough to put a tracking spell on her.”
Angel smiled. He had completely forgotten about the bracelet. Angel and Goddess Willow marched up to the group.
“Gear up we’re leaving.” He ordered
Buffy looked confused.
“Where we going?” she asked
“The hell dimension.” Angel replied
“That sound’s like a really solid plan Angel,“ Judson said as he walked through the front door of the hyperon, “I wonder how the heroes are going to pull this off?”
“Get out of here Judson before I remove your head from your neck.” Angel yelled as the group turned to the lawyer.
“That hurt Angel. As former CEO I was going to invite you to the victory party at Wolfram and Heart but now you have to stay home.”
Judson walked slowly up to the vampire
“So are you doing it for her or for the world?” he asked
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You are aren’t you? All this for your precious Rebecca I have to say I’m moved. I will never question a fathers love again.”
Angel stopped glaring and looked at the lawyer mystified.
“What does Conner have to do with this?” he asked
“Oh I’m not talking about your son, Angel, I’m talking about your daughter.”
Suddenly the pieces began to fall into place. He could almost feel Buffys furious stare on the back of his neck.
Smugly Judson leaded against the front desk.
“I thought you would have figured it out by now Angel,” he said victoriously, “You’re Rebecca’s father.”
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