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Killer Instinct
Chapter 13
Faiths POV
I get up the next morning having had only an hour or two sleep and head downstairs at 6am. Luckily for them all the new slayers are all awake and in the kitchen, today is not a day to mess with me.
I walk down to the basement throwing a look behind my shoulder to the girls to follow me. After a minute waiting in the basement all the stragglers are there lined up in front of me.
“Today is time for some drills, you may all think that you know how to fight evil because of what went down in Sunnydale but I have to tell you ladies, the reason most of you are here is because you’re lucky sons of bitches. So now is time for some real training, to get you up to slayer standards. It is going to be hard and yeah I am going to be like a drill sergeant in the war movies so I suggest that you all listen carefully and do as you are told first time and to the best of your abilities. I will come hard down on you if you don’t and I am sure you have all heard the rumours about me and what I did way back when, and let me assure you…” I pause for effect “…they are all true”
I take a moment to explain and demonstrate the drill. It’s simple Tai chi, to learn to focus. Soon they are all lined up and trying it out.
The first time is not brilliant but for first timers it’s not terrible. “Again. In time with each other.” I begin to count in time with the speed that I want them to move. “Kennedy.” Oh just give me a reason girl. “Stay in time with everyone else. From the top everyone.” They all grumble. “Now!” So it’s started again. “Kennedy wrong way. Again.” This goes on for at least half an hour. I’m not being overly harsh just to her. She is doing it wrong. More ‘coz of how much I’m picking on her than that she doesn’t know it. Everyone else has picked it up and is doing it in time. “Kennedy. You missed a beat. Again.” All eyes in the room are on her. If they all get it right just once then they can go. The strain of the exercise is taking its toll. “Kennedy.”
I don’t get to finish my sentence as she cuts me off. “Will you stop picking on me?”
”Picking on you? If you’d get it right we could all go.” I get right up in her face. “Again.”
“No.” There is my excuse.
“What? You think you’re ready?” She begins to shrink slightly. “You think that if you go out there you wont get killed? You think you can do it?”
Her back straightens just the slightest bit. “Yes.”
The smile stretches across my face. “Show me.”
This catches her off guard. I walk to the middle of the room, my eyes daring her to back down. She can’t resist the challenge
She takes her position and runs at me. Using part of the drill they have been using all morning, she is deflected from me and thrown against the nearest wall. “You’re dead.” I turn to her “Again.” She doesn’t take such a run at me. She goes for a more hands on approach. So we begin to trade blows. She drops her left shoulder and I take no prisoners and take the opportunity to punch her in the ribs. Not quite hard enough to break them but it will fucking hurt. She doesn’t show it so much as she tries to land one on my face. I take the fist in mid air and swing it around her back in a small lock. And whisper into her ear. “You’re dead again.” And throw her against the wall.
“Why are you always picking on me?!” At this point she’s screaming. “Jen does things wrong don’t see you calling her out.”
“Jen isn’t a cheating bitch trying to break my friends heart.” Like a classroom, gasps are herd from all in the room at this. And Megan runs from the room crying. “Yeah you better run.” I shout up the stairs.
Kennedy stands right in front of me staring into my eyes and me back into hers. I hear whispers from the other girls in the room, asking each other what’s going on. So this is how she wants to play it? Seems a bit childish to have a staring match at her age. As the moments pass I can feel something inside me swell, something powerful surging forth as if it’s going to jump out of my eyes. I see something in Kennedy’s eyes do the same. The match goes on for a few minutes I am guessing but it felt like forever, after a while Kennedy backs off… as if mentally drained, she slowly moves up the stairs away from me.
I look to the rest of the girls. “That’s all for today.” I make my way up the stairs to my room. Along the second floor corridor I find Kennedy going from room to room opening each door. “What do you think your doing?”
”Looking for Willow.” She answers reaching my door. Before she can open it an inch I’ve pulled it closed. She looks up at me then at the room number. “She’s spent the night in your room.” As she refers to me it come out in a hiss. “And I’m the cheating bitch?” She goes to open the door again to have it out with her. She doesn’t get very far. Why I hear you ask. Simple, in one swift movement I have her by the throat against the adjacent wall about 6 inches off the floor.
“Don’t you ever call her that.”
At that moment the offending door opens and the redhead walks out and is immediately alert. “Faith put her down.”
She’s beginning to choke and splutter in my grip, and turning a slight shade of blue. Her hands desperately trying to take mine from her windpipe.
“Faith you’ll kill her!”
The word ‘kill’ penetrates my consciousness and I drop her. “I think it best you not travel with us.” My eyes are burning and I can’t place why. As if the slayer inside me is trying to jump out and kill her right then and there.
She nods franticly clutching her neck trying to get much needed oxygen into her lungs. Coughing with the effort. She manages to scramble to her feat and run down the hall and out of sight.
Faiths POV
I get up the next morning having had only an hour or two sleep and head downstairs at 6am. Luckily for them all the new slayers are all awake and in the kitchen, today is not a day to mess with me.
I walk down to the basement throwing a look behind my shoulder to the girls to follow me. After a minute waiting in the basement all the stragglers are there lined up in front of me.
“Today is time for some drills, you may all think that you know how to fight evil because of what went down in Sunnydale but I have to tell you ladies, the reason most of you are here is because you’re lucky sons of bitches. So now is time for some real training, to get you up to slayer standards. It is going to be hard and yeah I am going to be like a drill sergeant in the war movies so I suggest that you all listen carefully and do as you are told first time and to the best of your abilities. I will come hard down on you if you don’t and I am sure you have all heard the rumours about me and what I did way back when, and let me assure you…” I pause for effect “…they are all true”
I take a moment to explain and demonstrate the drill. It’s simple Tai chi, to learn to focus. Soon they are all lined up and trying it out.
The first time is not brilliant but for first timers it’s not terrible. “Again. In time with each other.” I begin to count in time with the speed that I want them to move. “Kennedy.” Oh just give me a reason girl. “Stay in time with everyone else. From the top everyone.” They all grumble. “Now!” So it’s started again. “Kennedy wrong way. Again.” This goes on for at least half an hour. I’m not being overly harsh just to her. She is doing it wrong. More ‘coz of how much I’m picking on her than that she doesn’t know it. Everyone else has picked it up and is doing it in time. “Kennedy. You missed a beat. Again.” All eyes in the room are on her. If they all get it right just once then they can go. The strain of the exercise is taking its toll. “Kennedy.”
I don’t get to finish my sentence as she cuts me off. “Will you stop picking on me?”
”Picking on you? If you’d get it right we could all go.” I get right up in her face. “Again.”
“No.” There is my excuse.
“What? You think you’re ready?” She begins to shrink slightly. “You think that if you go out there you wont get killed? You think you can do it?”
Her back straightens just the slightest bit. “Yes.”
The smile stretches across my face. “Show me.”
This catches her off guard. I walk to the middle of the room, my eyes daring her to back down. She can’t resist the challenge
She takes her position and runs at me. Using part of the drill they have been using all morning, she is deflected from me and thrown against the nearest wall. “You’re dead.” I turn to her “Again.” She doesn’t take such a run at me. She goes for a more hands on approach. So we begin to trade blows. She drops her left shoulder and I take no prisoners and take the opportunity to punch her in the ribs. Not quite hard enough to break them but it will fucking hurt. She doesn’t show it so much as she tries to land one on my face. I take the fist in mid air and swing it around her back in a small lock. And whisper into her ear. “You’re dead again.” And throw her against the wall.
“Why are you always picking on me?!” At this point she’s screaming. “Jen does things wrong don’t see you calling her out.”
“Jen isn’t a cheating bitch trying to break my friends heart.” Like a classroom, gasps are herd from all in the room at this. And Megan runs from the room crying. “Yeah you better run.” I shout up the stairs.
Kennedy stands right in front of me staring into my eyes and me back into hers. I hear whispers from the other girls in the room, asking each other what’s going on. So this is how she wants to play it? Seems a bit childish to have a staring match at her age. As the moments pass I can feel something inside me swell, something powerful surging forth as if it’s going to jump out of my eyes. I see something in Kennedy’s eyes do the same. The match goes on for a few minutes I am guessing but it felt like forever, after a while Kennedy backs off… as if mentally drained, she slowly moves up the stairs away from me.
I look to the rest of the girls. “That’s all for today.” I make my way up the stairs to my room. Along the second floor corridor I find Kennedy going from room to room opening each door. “What do you think your doing?”
”Looking for Willow.” She answers reaching my door. Before she can open it an inch I’ve pulled it closed. She looks up at me then at the room number. “She’s spent the night in your room.” As she refers to me it come out in a hiss. “And I’m the cheating bitch?” She goes to open the door again to have it out with her. She doesn’t get very far. Why I hear you ask. Simple, in one swift movement I have her by the throat against the adjacent wall about 6 inches off the floor.
“Don’t you ever call her that.”
At that moment the offending door opens and the redhead walks out and is immediately alert. “Faith put her down.”
She’s beginning to choke and splutter in my grip, and turning a slight shade of blue. Her hands desperately trying to take mine from her windpipe.
“Faith you’ll kill her!”
The word ‘kill’ penetrates my consciousness and I drop her. “I think it best you not travel with us.” My eyes are burning and I can’t place why. As if the slayer inside me is trying to jump out and kill her right then and there.
She nods franticly clutching her neck trying to get much needed oxygen into her lungs. Coughing with the effort. She manages to scramble to her feat and run down the hall and out of sight.