Forgotten Conscience - Chapter 13: Chapter 13

Buffy's POV
God she's heavy.
We walk down the street, her arm over my shoulders.
"Faith?"
She sort of half grunts in response, just to let me know she was still conscious.
I wish we could've waited till she was a little more alive but she didn't seem to wanna wake up. We tried smelling salts, and all sorts of bad smelling recipes. Cordelia even tried slapping her a couple times before we stopped her. It must be something to do with whatever they've done to her. Faith might be a lot of things but a drug addict? Never.
I look up at a sign and it says 'Commercial train station this way'. It's pointing the way we're going.
Okay, Wesley said it was only a few minutes from here. Whoever those guys were they must have done this to her. Angel will get whatever he can out of that vamp we captured, it's time for me to do my job and keep Faith safe.
We step on to the station grounds and I can feel the gravel shift under my feet. Faith's steps are wide and uneven. It makes it hard to get her to go where I need her to. All of the sudden, she takes one wrong step and Faith trips sending her tumbling to the ground.
She seems to be coming to.
I grab her arms and pull her to her feet.
"Come on Faith, let's go."
She stumbles as we start walking again. We get out to the tracks and suddenly she stops.
Well okay I guess we can wait here till the next train comes along.
"W-where, where are we?"
She's becoming more alert... but she also doesn't seem too calm.
"It's okay Faith. We're going home."
God I never thought I'd ever say that to Faith. Ever since I put her in a coma all I've been thinking about is trying to kill her when she gets out. Now I'm helping save her.
"I-I'm back... I-I'm here."
Back? Angel did say she was talking about taking a train before she passed out. Could this be where she got off the train?
"N-no... we-we have to, to leave uh... I have to leave."
"What's wrong? When were you here?"
Faith pushes me away, trying to stand on her own. She takes a few steps back though and trips over her own feet, falling back on the ground.
"No I... help me? Help me get away from, from..."
She's really freaking out. Something must have happened.
She reaches out a hand to me. I can see tears forming in her eyes.
"Whatever it is, you can tell me."
I reach out to take her hand but she pulls her own back.
"No... I... not after... I can't..."
She starts backing away. I try not to scare her and only keep up with her slowly.
"Look, Faith... I don't know what happened but you can't run from it. If you run from it like you did before, sooner or later it will catch up to you again."
"I... I..."
I look around, worried about if anyone might see us like this.
We can't keep going like this. I need to get her to open up. I think she needs a little push.
I kneel in front of her.
"What happened? What happened to you here?"
"N-no... I..."
Maybe she needs a little bigger push.
"You said you got on the train and came to L.A."
"Y-y-yes..."
"When you got off the train... was someone there?"
"Yes..."
"Was it Angel?"
"N-no... it was someone else."
"Did you know them? Were they old friends?"
"I didn't know them... I-I got off the train and, and then they were there."
"What happened next?"
"They came over and... and wanted to talk to me... they were talking about t-turning me over to, to the cops..."
Well that would have been ideal... or at least it would've been.
"One of them... one of them wanted to, make a... a deal..."
A deal?
"What kind of deal?"
"I... I didn't want to find out. I... I..."
"What happened, Faith? What did you do?"
"I... I killed him."
I grab her by the shoulders, pulling her to me. I can feel her heart beating fast. I can feel the tears coming as I wrap my arms around her.
"I-I-I-I killed... someone."
She's in pain. She hates herself for what she did. This is definitely not the same Faith I put into that coma.
"It's, it's okay. It'll be okay... it'll be okay."
I can tell this isn't gonna be easy. She's not really in control of her actions and that's going to be a problem, given what she can do.
"I-I'm so sorry. He didn't do anything and I killed him."
I need to do something to help her. But... what can I do?
Angel's POV
I walk into the room and stand in front of this guy tied to a chair.
Something about him just makes me wanna punch him. So I do.
I punch him in the face. He waits a moment to absorb the pain and then looks up at me and smiles.
"Hey Angel... how's Cordelia?"
What? This guy researched his target before he attacked. I better be careful so I don't give away too much, so...
"Hey I bet her and Wesley... or should I call him Wes? Anyway, I bet they weren't too happy you brought a psycho killer home from the pound now were they?"
He's trying to play mind games with me.
"Hey don't even try to play mind games with me. You're talking to the king of mind games."
"Actually, wasn't that Angelus? You're nothing like Angelus."
He knows about Angelus, it could be that I'm part of the prophecy. Let's see what I can get out of him.
"You're right, I'm nothing like Angelus, and don't expect to see him any time soon."
"Well let's hope not... he'd have the balls to kill me."
"What about the prophecy?"
"What about it?"
"There's a prophecy about me and Buffy..."
"Who said anything about Buffy? Or you for that matter?"
"When you were talking to Buffy, you mentioned something about 'you two'. That means Buffy and someone..."
"And you automatically assume that means you?"
"Well I..."
"Wow, ego much? You have a long time yet before you're even a blip on the boss' radar screen..."
The boss?
"What boss?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your boss, who is he?"
"He's my boss. I can't put it to you that many ways you know."
This guy is really starting to piss me off.
I nearly take his head off with a right cross, his chair falls back on the floor and his hands are crushed under his own weight. I put my foot on the side of his head and slowly press my weight against it.
It's time to take it up a notch.
"I'm tired of playing games with you. Just tell me if Buffy is going to be okay."
"Buffy... you think she'll be safe against the first of us? Never..."
The first of us?
"The first of who?"
"He who was here at the beginning at shall endure until the end, Omega, the first vampire."
Omega? Damn it.
I pick him up off the floor, making sure he can't escape before I set him back down on the floor in the chair. I turn around and walk into the next room. Wesley and Cordy are flipping through books, reading.
"What have you got?"
"Cordelia has been looking for references to this cult or group with varying success..."
"Success? That's not what I'd call it. I'd say it's a complete and total failure."
"Right, well... anyway, I've had a little better time researching this two into one thing that our attackers mentioned."
I walk over to him and he hands me a book.
"There are small references to it in many different texts..."
"Just tell me, is Buffy gonna be okay?"
"The... the details are... are still sketchy..."
He's all dodgy and nervous, he knows something and he's not telling me.
"Wesley just tell me the truth, will she be okay?"
"T-to be honest I can't be sure..."
He takes the book from me.
"They seem to make reference to, a joining of some kind."
A joining?
"What kind of joining?"
"That's where things get a little uncertain. It refers to the warriors that fight the darkness becoming as one..."
Hmm?
"As I said the details are sketchy we still don't know who these guys are and why they want us dead, but we will figure it out."
"I know... I know..."
The warriors of who fight the darkness? I hate cryptic prophecies.
Someone's POV
Someone's in the other room, I better be really, really quiet.
"Psst... hey... hey Dave..."
Dave tries to turn around but his chains stop him.
"Hey Dave... don't worry it's me. I'll get you out..."
I gotta stick to John's plan.