Hot Off the Press, I didn't get to check through about it. But hopefully you'll forgive the mistakes if there's any. And maybe even find humor in it. Enjoy...
Chapter 6: Didn’t Need to Be Chosen
A tinted windowed black Ford F-150 drove down the Hwy. Yes it was stolen, thanks to the driver Cillian who ripped the owner out of his car. Cillian drove with John, it was still night though.
John had been tied up and Cillian automatically started watching him for a concussion. “Now son if you go to sleep I’m going to punch you in the arm.”
The poor boy was also gagged. He just watched Cillian drive. “You’re probably wondering why I’ve kidnapped you, right?” No Reply, “Because you matter to the slayer. And I am the killer of slayers.” Cillian laughed, “Actually I’m the killer of a lot of things.
“Yep, a lot of things. People now days. I killed a dog once, I was kind of confused and it 1969. That dog tasted like flower child.” He turned to John who was sitting there, “I smell your fear,” laughed Cillian. “You probably think I’m crazy.
“No, I just bleeding well know all the situation friend. Ramona likes to keep secrets. It’s what she’s been born to do. You you’re a man, you just want her for the sex,” laughed Cillian.
Cillian smiled at John. John shook his head no, “Come on. Everyone wants a wee little girl,” answered Cillian. “I’m getting kind of bored of just talking to myself, so,” Cillian took the gag off of John, “Better be happy I didn’t use that silver tape or You’d never be able to grow facial hair my friend.”
“I’m not your friend,” growled John.
“I know. Young, not stupid,” replied Cillian. “Of course I’m not young to you.”
“What the hell are you?” growled John.
“Vampire,” Cillian smiled, then his face changed, “Creature of the night my friend! Immortal. Killer. You are a human, and I have to admit you do smell good. But of course I usually only feed on females. Emotional baggage thing from my sire,” his face turned back.
John was without words, “You’re wondering what I’m going to do to you?” John didn’t speak, “I could do a lot, truthfully It’s been,…. 68 years since I’ve tortured someone. Didn’t get to at Woodstock, too busy seeing pink elephants you know.
“Or getting headaches from something the government put in my head so they could reduce me to a little puppy. But they took that out, I know they were going to get me a new one too, but I escaped that place. And now I’m back in the world to take back my name,” he turned towards John. “All of it,” he growled.
“What do you want with Ramona?” asked John.
“She’s a vampire slayer,” John didn’t say anything so Cillian replied, “She never told you. Well the thing got her put in an Institution as a child. You probably know that part of the deal. See she got dreams about the slayers before her killing the big baddie uglies out there in the world. The slayer is to fend the world on the side of good. Guess what I’m evil. I want her dead eventually.
Cillian looked to him, “Do you believe me?” His face turned, “You should, I mean I don’t have the face because mother wanted it that way….Come to think of it she might have wanted me to have this face so that I could shoo away the girls.”
His face turned back, “Life didn’t turn out the way she wanted though. I ended up a vicious sweet chick magnet,” he thought about the term. “Chick Magnet, who thought it’d be good to compare a woman to a bird. A chicken especially. If it wasn’t for women there wouldn’t be any men around would there?
“Women are not chickens my friend. They give birth, I hear that’s painful. And slayers, they are not chickens, they can kick your bums to the next week if they wanted. Whole, strength of 10 men slash demon thing,” Cillian turned towards him, “Do you find this stuff as complicated as I do?”
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Ramona ran into Fisher’s office, “Why did you leave?!” he demanded going towards her.
“Cillian has kidnapped John,” replied Ramona, she was thinking fast, couldn’t breath, she ran the whole way. She was tired.
“He took your dad?” asked Fisher.
“NO, Tom dad, John boyfriend,” replied Ramona.
“Just take a seat,” replied Fisher taking her by the arm and sitting her down knowing she had run.
“I tried to chase them, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t, I don’t understand why I couldn’t follow them,” Ramona was utterly confused.
“Because Cillian is really, really freaking fast,” said Fisher plainly.
Ramona just looked up at him, “We’ve got to get John back.”
Fisher got quiet. Looked down, “I’m afraid that. Ramona,” he sat down in front of her, “If we can’t find him, there might not be hope that we can ever find him.”
“I have hope,” she said angrily, “Alright, now we just need to find him. Alright.”
“I’ll try a locator spell,” replied Fisher, “Fate may not be on our side.”
“I don’t give a damn what fate wants!”
“Child, this is what Cillian wants you to do!!!” stated Fisher harshly, “Cillian took John for a reason. So you’d let down your guard being worked up about it.”
“I don’t care. I want John back,” she growled.
“I’ll do what I can,” stated Fisher, “You can too, just don’t let your guard down.”
“Ramona Locke?” questioned a familiar voice, not to her, she’d never me the man.
Ramona looked to the doorway. There stood Riley Finn, “Yes?” she asked suspiciously.
“We were informed by a friend that you’ve been having some Hostile problems,” stated Riley, “I’m Riley Finn, U.S. Military.”
“Hostile problems?” asked Fisher, “You want Cillian back.”
“Seems he figured out a way to escape our quarters. We need to get him back,” replied Riley.
“Well that’s your problem unless you can prevent him from hurting my boyfriend, who he kidnapped,” replied Ramona.
“We’ve got tracking systems, We’ll find your boyfriend,” said Riley, “Of course our top priority is finding the hostile himself.”
“Well my top priority is getting back John if I have to knock your military ass the hell out of my town,” replied Ramona looking up at him.
“Our base is here,” replied Riley.
“I can start a fire,” growled Ramona.
“Ramona, he’s willing to help, we want this,” replied Fisher.
“I’ve got men that are gathering all around the borders. As of now he won’t be able to get past the boarders without us knowing it,” assured Riley.
“What do I tell his family?” asked Ramona, “What do I do, I have to do something. I’m a slayer, I’m meant to defeat evil. What do I do?”
“Go home and get some rest,” replied Fisher.
Ramona turned towards him, “Rest, why should I rest. Is John going to get to Rest, I don’t think so.”
“We’re on top of the job,” replied Riley.
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“I understand completely sir,” replied Riley going down the hall of the military institution he worked in, walking with his superior, “The plan didn’t work out right, we’ll get this HST.”
“I do not need a dead boy on my hands Finn,” replied the Lt. “I’ve had too many already.”
“What do you think we should do when we come upon him?” asked Riley.
“Do you have any suggestions?” asked the Lt. Stopping, looking at Riley.
“Yes sir.”
“Too bad,” they kept going, “As soon as the hostile is spotted, have your men go out there, tag him, trank him. Bring him back here and I’ll have the Doctors ready for a emergency chip implanting.”
“Why sir?” asked Riley.
The Lt. Turned towards Riley, “Why?” he quoted, “Because we can’t have him around here for long without a chip.”
“Why not kill him?” questioned Riley.
“Cause he’s the first hostile to ever had a chip implant,” replied the Lt. “Tests.”
“Sir, I thought we were done with the chips,” answered Riley.
“We’re the government,” replied the Lt. Walking away form the standing Riley, “My friend, Politics, no matter what level can lie.”
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“Didn’t Fisher say that you should rest?” questioned Katie, “Along with the big bad military men.”
Katie stood in Ramona’s house. Ramona was making coffee, one thing she was good at. Katie at the kitchen table. “I’m not going to rest,” replied Ramona.
“It’s getting late, go up to your room.”
“What about John?” asked Ramona handing the cup to Katie and sitting down in front of her.
“John will be fine.”
“Do you really know that?” asked Ramona, “Really?” Ramona looked at her coffee cup, “Good god, I always have to worry about this stuff.”
“Part of being a chosen one,” replied Katie, she took a drink from her coffee.
“So. John comes around here, and gets himself kidnapped, now I have to save him. Like how I have to save little old ladies, children, and puppies.”
“Yeah, don’t forget the puppies,” answered Katie. She folded her hands elegantly on the kitchen table. “John will be fine.”
“How do you know?”
“It’s a feeling,” answered Katie.
“Feelings aren’t always legit,” stated Ramona using hand gestures against the table, “Really. They’re not. Everyone has feelings.”
“Sometimes you have to admit that you think this slayer, super things is cool. For instance.”
“It’s not cool, at all. I’ve got the weight of the world on my shoulders,” she looked down.
“Come on, you’re not the only slayer,” answered Katie cocking her head to the side.
“I don’t mean that I am, they know what’s it’s like having this big world on their shoulders, and frankly it’s wrinkling my shirt,” replied Ramona.
“But you’re doing the greater good.”
“I know that, don’t think I don’t like having a purpose, but I always have to save people. And this is a rant. Okay,” assured Ramona picking up her coffee cup for a drink.
“Okay. But you’ve also got the military on this, just sit back and pray your pretty head off,” shrugged Katie.
“The military doesn’t prevent everything,” answered Ramona.
“RAMONA!!” called Tom, he was going down the stairs, “Who are you talking to?!”
“Myself,” she said under her breath, “What dad?!”
“Tell Katherine it’s time to go home,” replied her dad, “Too late for this!”
“Sure,” answered Ramona.
“Well thanks,” scoffed Katie, not towards Ramona, more like her dad.
“I wish you could stay longer, but you need your sleep,” answered Ramona.
“What are you going to do?” asked Katie.
“Go to bed-- or no, Patrol,” she whispered.
“Rest,” said Katie standing up, “Rest is good. Good rest.”
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Ramona stood in a club. The place moving, music, dancing people about. Ramona wasn’t there for the fun. There for her kind of hunt. Her work.
Looked across the crowds, for vamps. Looked for them, worried about John.
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Fisher sat behind his desk in his office. Late, light on his desk on. He was looking for files thinking about the situation. Cillian files.
HST: Hostile 0 1 Year of capture: 1941
Height: 6’3” Weight: 168lbs.
August 17, 1969: Chip implanted
December 12, 2003: Chip removed.
Then there was the statics of all his training, average speed, healing, endurance, etc. He flipped through the files, nothing much. They mostly would beat him, train him or just starve him for the hell of it.
Fisher felt slightly disappointed in this all of this. Have a being of such power, besides the drug testing they did on him in the 1980s he must have been there for looks.
All the statics were accentually useless because turns out he was faking it all those years. They had nothing on his previous life except for previous files taken from a Nazi camp when it was Liberated.
There he was let loose, could feed as he pleased, kill things, torture. Of course he preferred the hunt and had to be restrained for good till 1941 because he would stalk Nazi Generals and kill them for game.
1941 Cillian was place on a German U-Boat so he could kill the Americans if they were to come aboard. It was hard to keep him from eating the Germans though.
Unfortunately the amounts of money that were put on Cillian were mostly useless because he’d clear the U-boat of Germans, and those Germans would have just lost a boat out in sea because Cillian couldn’t drive one. Submarines weren’t Cillian’s friends.
Cillian tried to escape many times from the Germans but he’d just end up getting beaten down. All he did was sit in that cell and watch, think up ways to escape.
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~ Early 2004
Cillian sat in the cell. Against his wall. The way he always was, his hair dangling down his chest.
Riley was checking the HSTs before he went home for the night. He’d grown used to doing such since when they were all being jammed packed in there by Adam’s plan.
He looked at Cillian. Cillian looked at him, “Hello.”
Cillian never talked. Riley looked at him suspiciously.
“Yes. I talk. Actually back in my day I was quite the Aristocrat. Quiet, but very popular,” answered Cillian standing there, expecting Riley to completely expect him to play with Riley’s mind. “I’m sure you understand.”
“Why don’t you just lay back and go to sleep,” smiled Riley.
“I would, but I’ve been naturally sleeping for years. And I know.”
“Know what?” asked Riley.
Cillian blinked, “That little thing inside my thinker, isn’t there anymore.”
“Obviously.”
“Yes, I haven’t had a seizure for quite sometime,” assured Cillian.
“Do you expect to somehow get free of your cell?” questioned Riley.
“Can’t stay here forever,” replied Cillian.
“Actually, we can kill you-”
“Your little friend, Librike, it’s not on his agenda. Good reason to, I wouldn’t want to kill me,” smiled Cillian, “Either.”
“You keep dreaming about your escape,” Riley turned to leave.
“When I escape, I wont kill you,” replied Cillian, Riley stopped in his tracks, “Actually I’ve got grander people that I’ll kill. Chosen People.”
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Ramona quietly stepped over the threshold of her house and went towards the hall. So she could go upstairs and to her room.
Closed the door behind her, “Ramona.”
Ramona almost jumped. She looked over to the living room. Mark sitting there, cast on his arm, “What are you doing?”
“You tell me what you’re doing,” answered Mark, he stood up in his pajamas still, “You like going out at night a lot don’t you?”
“Where I go, and what I do isn’t your business,” replied Ramona, “Now go back to bed before your arm starts hurting.”
“I may not show it, and frankly, I hate myself for it, but I care what you do. You’re my little sister-”
“You weren’t put on this world to protect me.”
“You’re family-” she interrupted him again.
“You’re wouldn’t understand,” replied Ramona.
“What have you been doing, that I wouldn’t, understand?” questioned Mark.
Ramona stepped towards him, “There’s bigger things in this world that you can’t grasp. That you don’t know about. Bigger things that I’m a part in.”
“What?”
“The world relies on me-”
“Now that’s rich,” laughed Mark.
“I’m not the only one.”
“Don’t deny it, you’re think you’re the one in the family that’s all high and mighty. Truthfully, you wouldn’t care happens to me and dad.”
“I do, that’s why I do what I do,” said Ramona.
Mark shook his head, “Dad will find out your up to if I don’t.”
“Fine, then he can find out,” growled Ramona.
“Won’t be the poor little girl in the institution anymore,” Mark stiffened up, “Yeah, some chosen out of all others to be a savior of the world?”
“I’m certainly not a savior,” replied Ramona.
“I’m surprised you’re not on drugs,” growled Mark.
“Not.”
“Dad will find out your true colors.”
“You have no idea what you’re doing,” Ramona stepped back from him. “I do what’s best for the world around me.”
“I don’t see you recycling,” smirked Mark.
“Go to bed.”
Mark just looked down at her, feeling had everything under control. Top Alpha Dog, this time of the night anyway.
“Fine,” assured Ramona, “You don’t want to go to bed in your room. You’ll go to bed outside.”
“Funny.”
Ramona punched her brother in the face. Opened up the front door and tossed him out on the front lawn. He landed in the snow. Pushed himself up, “HEY!!”
She closed the door and locked it. Ramona went up the stairs taking off her coat as he yelled for her. Soon he’d be banging on the door.
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“Now, don’t let anyone touch my human,” sneered Cillian, standing in a bar in the downtown area. Demons and music, demons and music. Humans too, but they were saved for food.
The bartender shrugged his shoulders, “You need to let me go,” replied John sitting on a stood. Tied down to it.
“No.”
Loud music in the air, flashing lights. That was that one club from before, exclusive to the vampire, demon alike.
“HELP!!” yelled John out the crowd, maybe someone could help him.
“Oh come on, stay awhile,” Cillian backed up into the crowd, “I love that Big Stinky Fear you’ve got with you!!”
The music made the room throb. Cillian backed up into the crowd with the other vampires. Women were on the pillars today. Screaming, worried they were going to fall.
John yelled for help, couldn’t yell over the crowd. The air was covered with that smell of fear. Not the stinky kind.
The kind that made a vampire wild. They were all wild. Humans being passed around the room. Dancing, swaying. Everything drug like, high.
Vampires were everywhere looking at John. John looked around at the people. Almost drawn to tears.
The music hurt his ears and was a bit too hard to fit his cup of tea. But that wasn’t on his mind, only that he knew everyone around him was a murderer. Or just crazy, in a bad way.
His heart throbbed against his head. His heart throbbing against his chest, his throat. He felt like he couldn’t breath, cluster phobic. John’s lips were dry, he was hungry. But that scaring thing.
John was worried for those women, himself. He thought he’d throw up. A curling sickness, his mouth filled with it. His eyes were wet. A lady vampire went up behind him and untied him.
She wasn’t vamped out at that moment in time. She helped him off the stage, looking into his eyes. Guiding him into the crowd.
John looked from her, “NO, NO, NO!!!” he yelled.
She pushed him into the crowd. The flashing lights were hurting his eyes. He thought he was going to throw up that instant. Everyone was closing in.
He felt like they were all closing in. Sweat went down his brown. Cold demons tossed him around, dancing themselves. Trying to force him to dance.
Kicked him and pushed him. Mainly just pushed him. Kicked him a couple of time. John went down on the floor, he was coughing. It would come, he was going to vomit.
The floor was cold. Everyone was dancing around him. The female vampire grabbed him up by the hair and they kept pushing him around. Lifted him up over the crowd, pushed him around.
“HELP ME!!” he yelled, “HELP!!!!”
He couldn’t yell over the music. He couldn’t breath. That was his fault, nerves’ fault. He was dropped on the floor, his head hit the concrete, cold. He could taste it.
Vampires looking at him. Demons. John looked up at one of the columns, nothing passing through his mind. His head in pain. No blood.
“Help.”
John was kicked onto his stomach, he looked at what was next to him. A dead woman with her eyes wide open. Mouth open, blood going down the front of her white silk dress. John wanted to scream. His head throbbing.
Cillian grabbed him up by the shoulders and put him on his feet, “Aren’t you a good man?” Cillian let him stand there in the middle of the crowd.
The Heavy Metal music warping the scene, made this perfect. Cillian leapt up onto one of the columns and vamped out. Grabbing a girl and landing next to John, He slammed his fangs into the poor girl’s throat. The poor girl screaming.
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Ramona spoke on her cell phone as she walked to Fisher’s, a black van parked next to the place. Those Military men were in there.
“Yes, John is with me,” she said pleasantly into the phone, to his mother, “He’s just fine. I’ll try and get him to call when he comes out of the bathroom. Bye.”
She hung up the phone. Put it in her coat pocket and walked into the front doors of the Insurance office. “We haven’t found anything,” replied Fisher.
“Haven’t, nothing?” asked Ramona, “Nothing at all. Cause, well, after awhile his parents are going to be a little afraid if they find out all this time, he hasn’t been in the bathroom.”
“We’re looking,” replied Librike, “We have at the least, a hundred men on the case. We will catch Cillian.”
“I care about my boyfriend,” replied Ramona.
“I’ve been thinking Ramona,” answered Fisher, he sat on the edge of his desk, “Thinking about the situation.”
“What?” asked Ramona turning towards him.
“Chances are, John isn’t alive,” he didn’t really know how to drop that news sincerely, “But with Cillian dead the people would be safer.”
“John is part of ’the people.’ And he means a lot to me, alright so we have to save him.”
“He’s probably with Cillian if he’s still around,” assured Riley, didn’t know how to drop it sincerely either.
“Why do you all have to suggest he’s dead?!!” replied Ramona.
“Our main concern is the safety of the people around Cillian,” answered Librike.
“John,” stated Ramona.
“We have to capture the HST,” replied Librike.
“Well if this, ’HST’ comes around, I’m going to kill him. Stake through the heart, chop his head off maybe. That’s how it works,” growled Ramona.
“Sorry but we can’t let you kill him,” replied Librike.
“She’s is the slayer,” answered Fisher.
Riley didn’t want to say anything at all about this situation. He favored Ramona’s side.
“I am, I slay demons. I don’t care what you know about Slayers, but you should know that,” she growled, “Okay.”
“We know very well what your job is,” said Librike.
Ramona folded her arms, “I didn’t sign up to be stalked by a vampire. Didn’t sign up to have to save people. Didn’t sign up for any of my life. I’m going to do what I was born to do.”
“Kill the vampire,” answered Fisher. Fisher stood up, “That’s all very well and good, I assure you Cillian will be taken down. Somehow, I haven’t fully trained you.”
“What?!” Ramona turned towards him, “I can kick ass real well. I think I’m ready for this battle.”
Fisher cleared his throat, “Cillian has fought you many times since you’ve met, he’s been treating it like a game the entire time. It’s been one to him-”
“I don’t care, my job now, is to save John! I don’t care how you try and stop me,” she turned towards Librike, “You try it, I’ll make sure you don’t try again.”
Fisher didn’t think that was the wisest thing to say. Slayers weren’t supposed to kill humans.
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Riley and Librike got into the van, “We’ve established,” began Librike, “We need to find the HST before she does.”
“Sir, what if she was right about-”
“Civilians aren’t more than trained monkeys,” stated Librike, “Drive,” he told the driver and turned back to Riley. “Just get there before the slayer does.”
“You think Fisher will tell Ramona our plan?” asked Riley.
“He seems to be more than the average monkey. He knows his place, wont tell her.”
The van moved, “His place is to tell her.”
“You’re not the expert on everything Finn, sit back, and enjoy the capture,” assured Librike sitting back in his seat.
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A little girl was playing no the sidewalk. Throwing snow balls towards her brother. He got his and fell back into the road. He was going to get up.
Suddenly Ramona grabbed him by the waist and ran him past the oncoming bus. She put the boy down, “You alright?” asked Ramona.
“Whoa,” said the boy, “That was, cool.”
“Just, don’t play near the road,” she answered.
“Ramona,” smiled Katie walking up to her.
“Thank You,” said the little girl.
Ramona stood up, “You’re welcome.”
The little boy and girl ran off down the side walk.
“Out I see,” answered Katie.
“Just saving the world from,” she looked behind her, that bus leaving, “Tark.”
“It’s an acquired taste,” smiled Katie.
“What are you doing?” asked Ramona, “You should be at home, in doors. Away from the-”
“Daylight.”
“Cillian.”
“Daylight Ramona, not going to get hit,” answered Katie.
“I don’t want to have to save you,” assured Ramona.
“Okay, calm down a little, I don’t need saving,” said Katie, “At least not in the day anyway.”
“Cillian is out there-”
“Come on, lets go somewhere. Ooh, a nice restaurant. We should have a girl’s day.”
“Katie,” answered Ramona, “I can’t have ‘a girls day.’”
“Well you can’t really do anything till night, right?” asked Katie, “And don’t you have the military looking out for Sexy.”
“Huh?”
“Cillian.”
“I have to get to him before they do.”
“That’s like, on this side of…Impossible,” replied Katie, “They’re the government.”
“Still just a bunch of humans,” said Ramona. “I have to go kill Cillian.”
“Relax.”
“I can’t relax,” stated Ramona.
“We can talk about this in the restaurant,” suggested Katie.
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“I shouldn’t be here,” hissed Ramona sitting at a booth with Katie.
“Yes you should, or you wouldn’t be here,” said Katie.
“What the hell are you trying to do?” asked Ramona.
“What?”
“What the hell are you trying to do?”
“Nothing. Just trying to help,” answered Katie.
“Help? Well it’s not.”
“Sorry then,” answered Katie distastefully.
“I have a job,” replied Ramona.
“Yeah, sorry about that too. Sorry I can’t be all top dog like you.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” stated Katie, “I just wanted to be with my friend.”
“There’s greater things in the world than sitting and having coffee here. There’s people dying. John could be-”
“A job,” replied Katie.
“How is he a job?” asked Ramona angrily.
“You treat him like he’s part of the job,” said Katie, “’Oh, now I’ve got to go save him.’ You’re not better than everyone else, and we all don’t need saving.”
“I didn’t say I was-”
“But it’s there,” replied Katie, “Becoming, what you are has changed things.”
“Yeah,” answered Ramona, “I’m trying to help people. I’m being stretched, I have a job.”
“You have family, friends-”
“I might not live past 25,” sneered Ramona, “I think all this is least of my problems at the moment.”
“We’re not your problems,” answered Katie.
“I didn’t mean it that way-”
“I wanted to do something nice with you. I didn’t want to say anything about John being, ‘part of the job.’ I knew you were stressed, all this. I would be too,” replied Katie.
“You could never know what I’m going through,” answered Ramona.
“See, that’s what you’re doing,” said Katie, “Right there.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Yes you are,” Katie said, “You automatically think that we wouldn’t understand. In a way, no, and in a way, yes. But you have to talk about it. You have to not treat everything like a burden. Not think about your big bad things.”
“I’m not going to take this,” answered Ramona, “I’m trying to save the world.”
“I’m trying to save my friend.”
Ramona stood up and stomped out of the room. Katie watched her go.
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Time passed throughout the day. Night didn’t arrive yet. Ramona sat in Fisher’s office. Sat there for hours.
Fisher stood behind his desk watching her. Or neatening up a bit. Or feeding the fishes. Ramona didn’t talk, “Is there something wrong?”
After a moment Ramona spoke, “Katie and I had a fight.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I mean, come on! I’m doing something she could never do. Saving the world. I’m not being selfish. I don’t think I’m the biggest thing since sliced bread. I’m not doing anything. But that’s the problem.
“There’s people out there that need to be saved, but they’re not being saved. There’s people all over. I have to saved John, I have to save the little boys in the middle of the street.
“I have to be a slayer. I never signed on to do this!! None of this!! Just some big bad ass, supposed monk, dudes, start thinking, ‘Hey, she’s not getting anywhere in life. Lets make her stressed.’ I’m not a toy.
“And I’m ready Fisher, to fight this war with Cillian. I’m completely ready.”
“Now child, you know that’s not true,” answered Fisher.
“I’m not a child. I’m Chosen. Didn’t need to be Chosen. But I am. And don’t treat me like I’m not. Don’t treat me like I don’t know something about fighting, I can win this battle.”
“I tell you what, your anger is winning the best over you,” assured Fisher.
“John is gone.”
“And Librike and Finn are on it, with their team,” said Fisher.
“No, John is dead,” answered Ramona, her eyes getting sad suddenly, “I loved him. I think. And he’s gone.”
“All slayers have loves, losses. Duties.”
“Something isn’t being said.”
Librike and Riley walked into the room. Ramona stood up and looked to him, “What do you want?” she sneered.
“Checking up on you,” answered Librike, he turned to Riley.
“Cillian was spotted last night leaving New York,” said Riley.
“What, leaving?” demanded Ramona.
“You guys said that you were going to make sure they didn’t leave the state,” answered Fisher.
“Well we underestimated the Hostile,” said Librike.
“If he was spotted, why didn’t you stop him when he was spotted?” asked Ramona.
“He wasn’t spotted by any of our men,” replied Librike.
Riley, who was standing behind him shook his head no. Ramona looked from Riley to Librike, “This is planned.”
“What child?” questioned Librike.
“Shut up,” answered Ramona, “This is all planned.”
Riley looked at her, meaning yes in a way, without shaking his head. Ramona kept talking, “You wanted me not to be there. I don’t know why you’d want this vamp so much. But this is all planned.”
“No, it’s not,” assured Librike, “Why would we plan this?”
“John was bait,” assured Fisher looking Librike in the eyes.
“Really?” asked Ramona.
“We wouldn’t do that,” said Librike.
“You only care about the demon,” sneered Ramona, “Why?” Librike didn’t answer, she grabbed him by the uniform suddenly and slammed him into the wall behind him. “WHY!!?”
“Want to know why child?” demanded the man, “Because, that being took lives. Dear lives to me. Finn,” he looked towards Riley from the small girl holding him firmly against the wall, “Get her away from me.”
“Revenge-” stated Ramona, then the phone rang. “You’ve been trying to track him down for petty revenge. You must be old.”
“John?” asked Fisher, phone in hand, “Yes, Ramona is with me.”
Ramona let go of Librike, “John?”
“Alright, I’ll tell them,” Fisher hung up the phone turned towards Ramona and them, “John is in Ohio at a phone booth. He needs a ride back.”
Librike went to grab his gun from his belt. Ramona quickly knocked it out of his hand. Riley wasn’t doing anything. She slammed Librike back against the wall.
“You’re going to go get John,” growled Ramona, “Pick him up, on one of your fancy helicopters. Land him safely in this state. Where I can get to him. Treat him for whatever. Make sure he’s well. Or I’ll finish what Cillian started.”
Ramona dropped him again, Librike coughed. She kept going, “Cillian is mine now. You’ll leave him to me, cause this is my town. And I’m going to do my job.”
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