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jedibuttercup) wrote2006-08-19 11:52 pm
jedibuttercup) wrote2006-08-19 11:52 pm
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Fic: Final Confrontation (B:tVS/DOOM) 16/?
PG-15; B:tVS, DOOM. 400 words. (Part of the Handle ID Slayer series).
Pretty colors flashed in front of Buffy's eyes, and the world blurred.
Title: Final Confrontation
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-15
TtH Prompt: #19, Pain
Summary: Pretty colors flashed in front of Buffy's eyes, and the world blurred. 400 words.
Spoilers: B:tVS post-"Chosen"; "DOOM" (2005)
Notes: Movieverse. Sixteenth in the Handle ID Slayer flashfic sequence.
It took precious seconds-- seconds Buffy didn't have-- to bring her weapon around. She was too close to the demon, and the others couldn't fire either without fear of hitting her instead. There was nothing slowing it down, however, and it swung a vast, clawed hand, knocking her heavily into a wall. It was as strong as she was; the blow dazed her, and before she could get up it batted Destroyer aside and charged her again. It grabbed her, lifting her as she struggled upright, then threw her a second time; she sailed through the air what felt like forever before impacting with the sharp edge of something sturdy.
Pretty colors flashed in front of Buffy's eyes, and the world blurred. Some immeasurable unit of time passed while she lay there, staring dully up at the ceiling, struggling to regain control of her limbs; she was the Slayer, more formidable than any other, but even her accelerated healing took time to work.
When the world finally swam into focus again, the roaring in her ears diminishing to merely the roars of the demon, she struggled back up and staggered toward the sound of the noise. Destroyer was still down, clutching at his ribs, but the others had chased the demon into the hall. She squinted, fumbling a stake from her vest as she tried to gauge where everyone was relative to the nanowall; when she thought she had it, she whipped the stake forward and watched it fly. Unfortunately, she was still more impaired than she'd thought; it clattered against the wall a full foot away from the controls.
Buffy fumbled for another stake, then jerked and nearly dropped it as a high, feminine voice screamed Reaper's name. Sam, it had to be: so that's what she'd been up to, planning to sneak out after them. She glanced at Reaper, noticing Sam crouched behind him, then realized why Sam had been screaming; the Kid had gone down, twitching in his death throes, bleeding out in front of her.
"Oh god," Buffy gasped, then took a deep breath and threw again, ignoring the pounding in her skull.
Several things happened simultaneously after that. The wall snapped into being, blocking the demon's escape; a ricochet pinged off the wall, causing Reaper to flinch and grunt in pain; and Sarge lifted his big fucking gun again, firing straight in the demon's face.
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Pretty colors flashed in front of Buffy's eyes, and the world blurred.
Title: Final Confrontation
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-15
TtH Prompt: #19, Pain
Summary: Pretty colors flashed in front of Buffy's eyes, and the world blurred. 400 words.
Spoilers: B:tVS post-"Chosen"; "DOOM" (2005)
Notes: Movieverse. Sixteenth in the Handle ID Slayer flashfic sequence.
It took precious seconds-- seconds Buffy didn't have-- to bring her weapon around. She was too close to the demon, and the others couldn't fire either without fear of hitting her instead. There was nothing slowing it down, however, and it swung a vast, clawed hand, knocking her heavily into a wall. It was as strong as she was; the blow dazed her, and before she could get up it batted Destroyer aside and charged her again. It grabbed her, lifting her as she struggled upright, then threw her a second time; she sailed through the air what felt like forever before impacting with the sharp edge of something sturdy.
Pretty colors flashed in front of Buffy's eyes, and the world blurred. Some immeasurable unit of time passed while she lay there, staring dully up at the ceiling, struggling to regain control of her limbs; she was the Slayer, more formidable than any other, but even her accelerated healing took time to work.
When the world finally swam into focus again, the roaring in her ears diminishing to merely the roars of the demon, she struggled back up and staggered toward the sound of the noise. Destroyer was still down, clutching at his ribs, but the others had chased the demon into the hall. She squinted, fumbling a stake from her vest as she tried to gauge where everyone was relative to the nanowall; when she thought she had it, she whipped the stake forward and watched it fly. Unfortunately, she was still more impaired than she'd thought; it clattered against the wall a full foot away from the controls.
Buffy fumbled for another stake, then jerked and nearly dropped it as a high, feminine voice screamed Reaper's name. Sam, it had to be: so that's what she'd been up to, planning to sneak out after them. She glanced at Reaper, noticing Sam crouched behind him, then realized why Sam had been screaming; the Kid had gone down, twitching in his death throes, bleeding out in front of her.
"Oh god," Buffy gasped, then took a deep breath and threw again, ignoring the pounding in her skull.
Several things happened simultaneously after that. The wall snapped into being, blocking the demon's escape; a ricochet pinged off the wall, causing Reaper to flinch and grunt in pain; and Sarge lifted his big fucking gun again, firing straight in the demon's face.
-~-
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