Kathy's Revenge

Chapter 40
Faiths POV

“Faith.” A smile spreads across his face. All I want to do now is beat it out of him. “I see you’ve grown a pair.” He says so me, the sneer in his voice goes through me making me shiver.

“What can I say?” I comment with a shrug. “I’m all growed up!” With that I kick out at him, my foot goes through him but with some sort of resistance this time, like I am kicking through water.

He grabs my ankle as I pull my foot back, twisting it with such force that I spin around a few times in the air and land on my back on the cold concrete floor. The wind getting knocked out of me from the impact.

Okay so why exactly can I touch him now? Why am I sort of hitting something? I need to hit him for real, so he can feel the pain, so I can beat him.

I flip bending my back pushing all my weight onto my hands throwing my feet up followed by the rest of me landing on my two feet.

I spin on the spot aiming roundhouse kick to the side of his head, again my foot goes through it but still the resistance is there. I waste no time plating my foot to the floor again.

He is coming towards me again, like he used to… striding towards me with a menacing look, I can even smell the alcohol on his breath. He reaches out for me but I manage to cartwheel past him before he gets me.

“You can’t run forever.” He says showing all his rancid, decaying teeth.

He’s right, I have to think… how the hell am I going to get out of this, he will eventually get me, I can feel it.

“Desino!” I hear Willow say from behind me. I don’t know what the spell was for but it doesn’t seem to be working very well, I mean yeah he has slowed down but he is still coming to get me. I suppose this gives me time to think though.

Okay so he got here through my mind right, which means he isn’t real which is why I cant touch him… no that isn’t right, if he wasn’t real then he wouldn’t be able to hurt all of us. Fuck, this is confusing!

Okay think Faith! I run over to the other side of the room, he is still coming for me but in almost slow motion. He must be real if he can get us, so why can’t we get him? He was in my head and now he isn’t so I must have made him real… somehow.

If I made him real then can’t I just put him back? I am still walking around the room buying time to think. The spell must have warn off ‘cause right now he’s coming at me full throttle. And here was me thinking I would have enough time to formulate some kinda plan.

I glance around the room trying to find something to stop him, how the hell is this a training room when there is no fucking weapons or equipment!

Bringing my attention back to him he’s swinging his arm at my cheek. I easily duck under as it passes over my head.

“Just hit him.” I think that must be the most emotion I’ve ever heard in Oz’s voice. And who am I to disagree. He begins to walk towards me and I push the heal of my hand upwards into his face.

I feel his nose break from the force and he jolts backwards clutching his broken bone.

He lifts his eyes to me followed by the rest of his face pulling his nose away from his now blood socked hands. He lifts the side of his lip in a sneer and begins to charge. I wait for the very last second to double over forwards allowing his movement to push him over my back making him land on his back.

I give him enough time to roll on to his front before placing by boot in his ribcage feeling one crack. I’ve got to say I can kick slightly harder than him as my booted foot causes him to fly through the air till the wall stops him from flying any further. He lands on the floor with a thud.

To try and get himself to his feet he begins trying to crawl up the wall. He gets to his knees before I get to him. I grab one of his arms twisting it around his back. So far up his back in fact that his shoulder pops out. I then jam my knee into his back so he doubles over backwards his knees still bent.

I step back and look at him. “That all you got?” I ask with a smirk.

I don’t think he likes my comment; he gets up pops his own shoulder back in place with the palm of his hand, then begins to advance on me again.

He tries to knock me down in a swinging clothesline. I duck under his arm and feel the gust of wind as it flies over my head. From my position I have easy access to jab him in the ribs twice before he steps back out of my range.

I refuse to chase him as he retreats. I’ve seen him kill two people because they made that mistake. Granted they were junkies looking for a fix but he still killed them. He’s still smirking at me even as he clutches his now broken ribs. “Come and get me.” The blood from his broken nose sprays at his feet as he speaks.

I snort at his request. He really thinks I’m stupid. “Not on your life sunshine.” Nice little bit of role reversal. I roll my shoulders and drop myself into a defensive position. I’m the slayer and he hurt my girl. He’s going down.

He snarls at my new nickname for him and charges. At the last possible second I unleash the most powerful push I can from the position into the side of his face. The force of his charge doubles the power of the blow and he is force to bring his hands up to his throbbing face.

I drop down and sweep his legs while he is otherwise occupied. He crashes down onto his back on the hard concrete floor. I step back hoping that will be enough for him to just disintegrate like he did before. So he can run away to some dark pit of my mind and never come out again.

My priers go unanswered. He stays on the floor and just laughs at me. “Thought you said you were all grown up now? Still can’t stop me though.”

I feel a rage course through my veins, the feeling is more intense than anything I have ever experience. I stand over him, one leg either side of his chest.

I drop down to my knees and begin punching him in the face. I loose control of myself and just keep going. Memories run through my head, all the times he hurt me, hurt my mother… I hate him!

The punches keep coming, blood is everywhere, I can’t even distinguish anything on his face anymore, it is all the same… raw and covered in blood. His eyes have swollen shut already, I feel a sharp pain in my right fist, but I keep hitting him.

I can hear the others calling out my name, telling me to stop but they sound distant like they are miles away. I look down at the mess under me.

“You don’t have the balls to do it!” I hear him wheeze out between broken teeth and a mouth full of blood.

“Wanna bet?!” I say as I take his head in both my hands, I turn it sharply to the left and hear a snap. I smile at the noise then get up off the floor; I look down and see him in a pool of blood, cold dead.

After a second his body and all the blood is gone, it sort of fades away until there isn’t anything left.

The only evidence of him and the fight is the damage I have sustained and the memories of all that witnessed the fight.

I look up at the group in front of me. I look down at my hands and finally feel the pain of the fight take over me. Looking over each one of them. The looks of fear upon all their faces at the mess I have made. I limp past them all as they part to let me through and up the stairs. They do not follow me they just let me go. I walk up the second set of stairs then the third until I reach the ladder for the roof.

I find my usual spot and pick up the smokes I left under the plant pot, light one then sit back and take a long satisfying drag.