I've done a lot, God knows I've tried,
To find the truth I've even lied,
But all I know is down inside I'm bleeding.
They had ended world peace. Even as Wesley sat in his car, listening to the din, seeing the chaos, he couldn't take it in. It all seemed the right thing to be done. Jasmine was feeding on people, controlling them, she was the evil one, not them. But then why did this happen? Why was there such a difference?
He closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back onto the top of the seat. His Lilah was right, much as it pained him to admit it. What Jasmine did wasn't exactly good, but as she said, world peace comes with a price, the same as everything. He should have known. He was the one with the brains.
A young man walked past his car window as if in a dream. There was a look of pure confusion etched into his face. Wesley wanted to help him, to tell him it would all be ok. But he didn't want to lie. How did he know anything would ever be the same.
The train of thought that travelled his mind came to a stop at the offer Wolfram and Hart had made. He knew there was going to be a catch, a price. But as soon as the offer had parted Lilah's lips he had made up his mind to accept, or at least take the tour. He dare not tell the others though. He even tried to stir Gunn away from the idea
His thoughts went back to Lilah. It wasn't until he heard her voice again, saw her face that he realised how much he had missed her. She was so jaded by it all, cracking jokes talking about her death, as if it meant nothing, it happened all the time. Her words of comfort to him as he shown them the marks on her neck swam around in his head repeatedly
"My Wesley took care of that. Don't worry lover I didn't feel a thing."
They were comforting at the time, but the more he thought about them the less comforting they were. More chilling than anything else.
He looked at his watch, then out of his windscreen. A deep burnt orange was preparing it self in the horizon. He got out of his car and double locked, walking around the block to the front of the Hyperion. The limousine was already there. He was going to get in, and he was she he wasn't the only one.
And super heroes come to feast,
To taste the flesh not yet deceased,
And all I know is still the beast is feeding.
Fred sat, with her knees up, in the window box of her room looking out at the view of Los Angeles her window gave her. By night it was usually stunning and she loved to watch. It made her feel apart of something. Tonight it made her feel sick, yet she could not pull away from it.
World peace had come to an end. They had ended it. She had ended it. Because she made the others see the same things she did. For the first time since she joined the team she felt as if she no longer knew the difference between good and evil. Good was supposed to save the day make the world carry on as it was. They were supposed to bring world peace, not end it. And then evil were the ones that ended it. So did that make them evil? Was Jasmine actually doing the best thing for the world? "World peace came with a price" Lilah had told them.
She felt herself get and walk across to her wardrobe. Even at the opposite end of her room she could clearly hear the sirens of the emergency forces, the squeal of tires and the smashing of grass. After pulling out selected items of clothing she quickly dressed careful not to make a sound. The others wouldn't agree if they found out what she was doing, but it had to be done.
She would take this tour Lilah spoke of and if there were a way to fix this, what she had caused, she would accept their offer. Despite the fact a dead woman, who was from an evil law firm offered it to them, and there was this feeling in the back of her mind trying to pull her back. She overlooked ridded it all with her guilt. She would find a way of fixing this. And if that wasn't with Wolfram and Hart she would decline the offer, she only had to take the tour. Grabbing her shoes, She sneaked out of her room and stowed away down the corridor.
The concept of heroes and champions had left her. If this was what they caused maybe they weren't the good guys. Maybe they had it all wrong.
And crawling, on the planet's face,
Some insects called the human race,
Lost in time and lost in space and meaning.
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