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Part Four
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Xander sat on a park bench, alone, cold. An early morning brawl could really put a damper on your life for the rest of the day. The leaves fluttered peacefully through the air, the old wooden oak tree behind him stood tall, names and devotions of love, scrawled all over it. A sign of how mother nature was raped. The green grass below his feet entwined and dancing with each gush of wind. Yet, Xander was still alone. His hands found eachother, interlocking, and he stared blankly at the earth below him. A sound of shoe soles scratching against the pavement filled his ears, but he still looked on.
The intruder had form, he stood a good 5'11. Heavy-set, Spiky brown hair, hazel eyes, a blonde goatee, his face was one of an brooding one. He wore dark blue jeans with a chain hanging from the side, a blue, with red stripes shirt covering his semi-flabby body.
"Xander." The stranger sounded out, but it wasn't a stranger at all. It was Craig Warrant. Craig and Xander had become fast friends during one stay at the home room, matching eachother's insults. Craig, a sarcastic fellow, but not on the same level as the Harris boy, was a great challange.
Xander didn't answer, he just grimaced. Craig sat besides him, then shoved him aside. "What's wrong with you? It's not "beat up freaks day", he checked his watch," Because, it's not Halloween yet." A small smile formed on Xander's mouth. "That's what I like to see." Craig smacked Xander in the back of the head.
"Hey you don't want any knuckle sammitch either, eh?" Xander playfully raised his fist.
"Yeah, what's the deal with kicking that Maxwell guy's ass?" Craig stuck out his bottom lip and rested back on the seat.
"It's not my fault, he hit me." Xander leaned over forward a bit. "It was because I was talking "bad" about his friend Kruel."
"Kruel?" Craig laughed,"What about that weirdo?"
"I think Willow has a thing for him, and she told me about him. So I told her to keep away from that damn freak. But I guess she blabbed about my warning to someone else and it got to Max." Xander smirked, he now held his head in his palms.
Craig narrowed his eyes at the news, he always liked Willow "that way". He never fully realized it until a while ago. What a precious flower she was, a delicate being. Always liking the "innocent" type, Was he going to let anyone new get in his way? 'Not this time' He thought.
"I've never seen you go that crazy, man." Craig shook his head, thoughts of hurting Kruel filled his mind.
"I hate goths. I don't want him with Willow. He shouldn't pervert her." Xander rubbed his jaw.
"You hate goths?"
"Yeah, but it's for reasons I can't say." Xander raised himself up again, looking at the sky above.
"So Kruel might have something going on with Willow?" Craig sneered, Xander simply nodded. "That's all I needed to know." Craig stood up and began to walk away.
"Yeah, yeah." Xander rubbed his hands together and sucked his teeth."What're you gonna do to Kru.." He looked around, but Craig was already gone.
He was alone, again.
* * *
Maxwell licked his gums, blood? Yup, blood. The salty taste was really disgusting. He sat on the stairs near the school entrance, and Willow tended to his wounds. "Are you okay?" She asked softly, Maxwell couldn't talk, he just nodded. Willow doused a small towelette with water from her sportsbottle, and gently wiped away some blood from Max's mouth.
"I'm really sorry and embarrassed, I have no idea why Xander would do this." Willow looked at him like a mother to a child. "I don't know what's happened to him lately."
"Wel-" Max began to speak but spat out blood. Willow cringed and put the towelette to his mouth again, nurturing him. "I started it, I mean. I heard that he was talking garbage about Kruel to you. So I had to defend my boy."
Willow felt awful, this wasn't someting where she stood on equal ground.
"Let me take you to the nurse's office." Willow helped the boy up. Max held his side with one hand, and the towelette with the other. The two staggered when a familiar friend stopped them.
"Kruel." Willow's face brightened up.
"Hi Willow." Kruel smiled, it dissapeared when he looked at Maxwell. "God! What happened to you!?"
"Xander and I got into a little tussle." Max smirked.
"Oh yeah?" Kruel became instantly enraged and dropped his bookbag.
"What're you doing? Where're you going?" Willow screamed at the steaming Kruel, he walked away at a furious pace. Willow tried to follow, but she was still attending to Max, actually she broke free, and Maxwell dropped to the floor with a loud "thud!" Willow, being the saint that she is, crouched and helped him up. Raising, she could see that Kruel was lost in a sea of students lounging about the front of the school.
"Oh damn." She muttered, angry that she couldn't stop it.
* * *
Scene: A dark damp underground setting.
The walls were cracked and partially deteriorated. The stench in the air was that of dried blood and sewer muckage that had been flowing through the rivine below. A lone being stood over a wooden table, that had been stolen from the Bronze a while back. It was Apostle, he had an expressionless face, focusing all his energy on a very special project. His hair was tied into a ponytail, and his his face stunk of rust. But it was all worth it, Apostle stepped back and smiled at his creation.
Apostle glared down at his suit of armor, covered by two way mirror.
"Oh what anarchy and chaos we shall reign upon unsuspecting fools."
Apostle clapped at his hard work. stopping suddenley to sniff the air.
"What's that damned smell?" His smile soon faded.
* * *
MeanWhile:
Buffy and Giles mulled around in the library, Giles giddy with this new found melee in their grasp. Buffy tapped her light-blue nails on the table in front of her.
"So that was Keskesa?" Buffy said, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, very much so" Giles kept his eyes on a book.
"So, someone even bigger has the weapon, and is gunning out for me?"
"Yes, very much so."
"So, I'm screwed."
"Yes, very much so."
* * *
Kruel fumed down the sidewalk,"Where's Xander!?" he howled.
Students piled out of his way, partly due to him pushing them aside. Some of them just stood there to watch what he was going to do. Sunnydale high was a virtual battleground every so often, so people wanted front row seats. Kruel darted his eyes, looking for the boy. He saw him sitting on the same bench, looking at the ground, sadly.
"Hey you!? You have a problem!?" Kruel was infuriated.
"No, but I do." A voice came from right behind him.
Kruel turned around, just at the right moment he recieved a right hook to his face. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, and held his face, just like his bud Maxwell had been doing a while ago. Craig stood over him and was pumped with aggression.
Craig lowered himself and grabbed Kruel by the collar, raising him up.
"H-hey, man." Kruel dazedly said.
Kruel stood slanted, Craig punched him with both fists at once. Crossing them at the last moment. Kruel fell yet again, blood poured from his face intead of trickling like Maxwell's. Craig smiled "Weirdo. If I ever hear you doing anything to Willow, I'll split your face so hard, you'll be able to kiss the back of your kneecaps."
He spit on Kruel, a nice frothy one that landed on the beaten boy's ear.
The crowd cheered on, students were pumping their fists in the air. It was a crazy scene, and people just enjoyed it immensely. One person in particular popped her head through the crowd, Willow, again showed up at the latest time possible.
"Not again!" She mumbled.
She ran towards the badly beaten Kruel. Pushing Craig aside, he looked dumbfounded at her. Why would she be helping this freak.
"Why the hell would you do this, Craig?!" She gave him a deadly look.
Craig stuttered, the girl of his dreams, angry with him."I-I did i-it f-for you, W-Willow." He managed to spit out.
"Well, be happy knowing that I didn't appreciate this." Willow helped Kruel up and towards the nurses office where Max would be waiting for the two of them.
Craig stood there, cheered on by others. but he still felt alone. "I love you." He absentmindedly whispered.
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