Kathy's Revenge

A group of very blank very tired eyes look upon the huge creator, which once upon a time was my home. I don’t know what the fascination is.

“It’s a big hole.” I state wondering if I’m actually being listened to.
“It’s not just a big hole Faith.” The red head says turning slowly from said hole. “It’s the end.”

The thought lingered for a second, the end? That’s all folks? I physically shake my head. “Nah there’s a whole other hell mouth we can go play on.” I say with a slight smirk. The idea does actually give me a sight spring in my step. I like fighting; I don’t need to explain myself to you, you stupid voyeur who reads my mind. Okay, I’m gonna stop attacking the people inside my head now.

B decided that moment to speak up “but this one is gone, there’s nothing left.” Her eyes don’t move. This sentence makes me lift an eyebrow, the left if you’re interested.

“I bet ten bucks that there is something left.” This breaks the trance the scoobies were in.

“I’ll take that bet,” Xander is the first to speak. “Nothing is going to have survived that!”

“Well put your money where your mouth is Xand-man.”

The group of once potentials are gathering around. Just a thought, what are they called now? I mean I know they’re like slayers but does this make them actuals? I so have to stop having conversations in my own head, got to used to it in prison.

“Excuse me, dying people on the bus” B emphasises her point by removing her hand from her still bleeding stomach.

“Thus posing a problem.” I really hate it when Xander agrees. I roll my eyes at the group,

“Fine but do you see a hospital around here?” I ask

“I think I can help” Red says already starting to walk to the big yellow vehicle.

“Maybe we should assist too?” Giles follows suit with B in tow.

“Dunno about you Xander but me and first aid usually ends up in tears, and I’m not talking my tears.”

“Yeah, trying to stitch someone up when you have no depth perception, also not cheery.”

“To help and hinder or not to help at all that is the question.” I say finding myself a nice uncomfy seat on a rock.

“Very literate of you Faith.” He says as he finds his own rock to perch upon.

“Touché Harris” I retort.

Xander proceeds to pick up smalls rocks off the floor and then idly throws them into the creator.

As bright light emits from the bus signalling Willows magical help I begin to feel more and more useless, lets face it if I’m not slaying, dancing or sleeping I’m bored. I take a long look at the huge hole in the ground and as always make a decision without thinking. “Say Xand-man, still up for that bet?” he takes a quick peer over the side and must decide that nothing could have survived that because he says:

“Yeah, why not? Money in the bank.”

“Don’t wait up.” I blow him a kiss and walk to the edge.

Looks like good foot holes to free climb.

I turn around and lower my left foot till I find a secure place to stand and find my balance. Then begin to descend.

I doesn’t take me long to find a large ledge which gives me somewhere to begin looking.

This particular search is fruitless but something will have had to survive. I can see a ledge not far form the one I stand on. So guess what? I jump it. I like being reckless, look I made it so don’t start with me. “Ooh, something shiny!” Oh my god, I sound like Buffy. Something golden glistens in the Californian sun, covered by a small layer of rubble.

I take it up and dust it off. “The first thing I would find would be a cheerleading trophy.”