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Part Four
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Wearing the same stupid grin he'd worn the night he and Buffy killed each other, the Master looked over the raggedy group of now-normal people. He let Drusilla walk closer to them, like a tiger on a leash. She sniffed Lawrinz's leg before trying to bite it. The Master laughed.
"Dru likes to play," he deadpanned. "All three of them do. Especially Jennifer here. Don't you want to play with her, Jones?"
Jones had to stop himself from leaping towards the man and tearing his throat out.
"Lawrinz, my friend, you have betrayed me," the bald man said. "You swore to stand at the side of my Holy Quest until your last breath. You lied."
"So you're behind this little Nazi scheme?" Lawrinz demanded.
"Yes, but you will not live to see my plan go into full effect," he said with a snap of the chains. The three women were now free. "Kill."
They dashed towards them snapping their whips and aiming fists of fury at them. Lawrinz reacted as fast as he could, firing a barrage of nanoclips at the three women. But none of them were affected.
"The Sisterhood is invulnerable to Nanoclips," the Master said. "I put special deafening chips in their brains to make them immune to all sounds more than 200 decibels. Those weapons won't hurt them."
Within a few minutes, the Sisterhood had beaten the seven into submission. They were bleeding and halfway unconscious. But Carbus was wide awake. He threw his knife at four people he'd once fought beside and against. Each lost their head.
All seven were wide awake in a few minutes. They stood up, those that could.
"I'm sick of this!" Callisto swore. "This world sucks even more than the old one!"
"What about my life?" Lawrinz demanded. "I'm an evil killer!"
"Me, too!" Carbus said.
"And I'm white trash!" Kinna added.
"Hello? Let's not forget the Countess of Crappiness here!" Linka grumbled. "I'm so pathetic, I want to kill myself!"
"Linka, that may be the first smart thing I ever heard come from your mouth," Jones intoned.
"Agreed," Bos said. "I can't be with Willow, I'll just kill myself."
"I got seven guns," Carbus said. "Let's do it." He pulled out his guns.
--In Sunnydale School-- "Honey?" Joyce called. She was walking down the hall, carrying a machete. Her daughter was going to take it with her when she killed DeSparr. "I found a, uh...sword."
She walked into the library and saw DeSparr standing in front of her daughter and friends. Each were suspended above the floor a few feet, bathed in brilliant green light. They were acting out a suicide, but didn't even realize it.
"NO!" Joyce screamed. She ran to DeSparr and put the machete in his back. What the Slayer could not do, Joyce had done. The seven members of the Scooby Gang fell to the ground, crossbows aimed at their heads.
"What the..." Xander started.
"Uh, Mom?" Buffy said.
"Hi, honey. You look tired."
Giles pulled a book from his office and read from it. " 'DeSparr, Master of Despair...he will blur the eyes to cause the deaths that they will want.' Of course! DeSparr fed off of our emotions, specifically, despair. He put us in a situation where it would be at an all-time high. Buffy...you always liked your life, no matter how bad it got. Even when you were at your lowest, you wanted to live. Being in a world where everything was terribl made it all the worse for you.
"Xander...even when you were doing things badly, you knew in your heart you were still an okay person. But then, when you thought you were a cold-hearted killed, you wanted to die. Willow was the white trash of the new world..."
"I was a dork!" Cordelia added.
"And I couldn't be with Willow," Oz agreed.
"And Angel...you had done in twenty years what took you two hundred years to do here. Here, you had done so not of your own will, but there, you were just evil as a human."
"And for you, it was being illiterate and seeing Jenny being evil," Buffy concluded.
"Exactly."
"How about a movie?" Joyce suggested. "Schindler's List is playing at the matinee."
"NO!" seven voices agreed.
THE END
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