Tired, Troubled and Torn

[mr.pointy]

Tired, Troubled and Torn: Part 1
Author: Mr.Pointy
Editor: Serena

Ethan Rayne sat in his cell. He hated it here. It almost didn’t seem worth the trouble of turning Giles into a Faryl demon. “Almost” Ethan smiled… But he had a plan anyway. Everyday at 0600 hours the guard would come and bring his food. “What kind of ungodly hour is that?!?” Ethan thought to himself.

This particular morning, as the guard walked through into his cell to give him his food, Ethan chanted in Ancient Sumerian,
“Sha me-en-den. Gesh-toog me-en-den. Zee me-en-den. Oo-khush-tame-ool-lee-a, ba-ab-tum-mu-de-en”.The man froze.
Then Ethan chanted again,
“Ha-goo-pol, val-rep-rew, mani-lopu-gesht” … and with that, he suddenly disappeared …

He had turned himself invisible. He managed to escape the confinements of the prison. The whole place was buzzing with chaos. Chaos. He loved it. Red alarms whirring; people running; people panicking.

As he got out, he ran past an army van, then carried on. Soon, he realised something, “Why run in the Nevada Desert and die of dehydration when I can use a van?” He smiled at his own ‘genius.’ He started up the van and roared out of the Nevada Desert, heading for California. “I’ll wait outside the town of Sunnydale,” Ethan thought grinning, “and then cause chaos when I think the time is right…”

Riley rang the doorbell to Buffy’s house.
“Hi, is Buffy there?” he asked Joyce when she answered.
“Yes. Come in,” Joyce offered, “Buffy!”
“Yeah?” Buffy answered, “Oh hi Riley, What’s up?” “Erm…remember Ethan?” Riley asked.
“How can I forget him? If I got my hands around his scrawny little neck. Urgh! Makes me angry just thinking about it!” Buffy recalled, whilst getting herself worked up.
“Well, he escaped. He stole a van from the base,” Riley explained. “How could he escape? The amount of guards they’d have, I mean…” Buffy pondered.
“Well…um…they said that he was invisible,” Riley mumbled.
“I suppose he’s going to come back here.” Buffy sighed, “I wish, for some people, there wasn’t a ‘no killing humans policy’…not that anyone pays attention to it,”
“Who are we talking about here?” Riley, obviously confused, asked.
“Remember Faith?” Buffy began to explain, “well, one of the first things she did that was major was kill the deputy mayor… It was a sarcastic joke?”
“Oh…sorry,” Riley replied.
“Nah…you weren’t meant to know. Suppose it was more of a joke to myself.” Buffy murmured.

Giles opened the door to his magic shop. The ‘Magic Box’ was surprisingly popular. He, initially, hadn’t predicted so many people coming to the store. “Boy, was I wrong!” he thought to himself and then he thought “Anya’s late…again”. It was still nice though to have someone else to help out. Anya opened the door to the shop. The little doorbell tinkered.
“Hello Anya, Late again,” Giles moaned.
“Well, Xander and I were busy.” Anya replied.
“I wish you would be more punctual,” Giles continued.
“I told you, Xander and I were busy. He was spanking me,” Anya sighed blissfully.
“I do not wish to hear about your adventures…” Giles replied wearily.
“This place is dead anyway.” Anya muttered to herself.

Willow rolled over and cuddled Tara. They both didn’t have any lectures until eleven this morning. Tara pretended to be asleep. She smiled as Willow squeezed and then relaxed with her arms around her; she wished time would stop altogether.

Dawn made her mum a cup of tea.
“Thank you,” Joyce said.
“How are you feeling?” Dawn asked concerned.
“Oh, I’m still having the migraines.” Joyce replied sadly.
“You should visit the doctor,” Dawn suggested.
“You sound just like Buffy,” Joyce smiled ever so slightly.
“I’m sorry.” Dawn replied looking down, not knowing quite what to say.
“I’ll go when I feel ready.” Joyce answered lovingly.

Xander was unhappy with just being a construction worker, but at least he could do what made him happy. He loved building things. Ok, sometimes they never came out right but still loved the challenge.
“Oi, you! Harris!” his boss called.
“Yes, sir,” Xander answered through gritted teeth.
“Get your @$$ over here and finish mixing the cement!” his boss ordered authoritatively.
“Yes, sir,” Xander answered again.
He hated the lack of respect he got though. And, of course, mixing the cement. He hated it when it got on his clothes. Yes, he wore overalls but they rarely protected all of him. Xander walked across to the mixer kicking the dirt and scowling.

Spike and Harmony were making love, as she liked to call it. He just thought of it as sex. But, all Spike could think of was caressing Buffy’s smooth skin and her kissing him slowly down his body.
“God! Why can’t I stop thinking of her?!?” he angrily thought.

The Draconian, named Goondag, crept through the crowds of people in his shawl. He used a trench coat and shawl to cover his disfigured body. His skin hung crudely from his face; his eye sockets hollow, glowing red. His teeth the colour of dirt, with his fangs dripping with saliva. His hair thin and stringy, Hanging down to his shoulders. He smelled (bad), and the claws of his hands were the same colour as his teeth. His skin was a yellowish, brown with welts placed randomly over his body… He entered the magic shop, and picked up several items while the shopkeeper was busy arguing with his assistant. He counted off a list mentally, “Witch hazel, Eye of Persia, Wicca Candles, Rumanian Blood Stone, Essence of Arabia and the book of ‘The Above’… That should do it…Oh, and some chicken’s feet.” As he quickly tried to make his exit, he tripped over his trench coat and fell, dropping his Essence of Arabia. He bent over, picked up the essence and dashed out of the shop, with Giles following behind, chasing him down the street. “Damn Trench coat!” Goondag moaned.

“What did he take?” Anya asked.
“We’ll have to check the infantry. If he’s doing something dangerous, we need to know,” Giles replied.
“At least someone is using the chicken feet” Anya stated.

Ethan needed something to take his mind off of his nightmares.
Well, nightmares is an understatement. It was more like…
Something getting into his brain.
Feeding him images.
People screaming.
Asking for his help.
Cursing him.
Blood.
Evil.
“I mean, I don’t mind chaos, but I’m not evil,” Ethan thought. “There’s a boundary.”

[markpud]

very good Mr P, this one is shaping up nicely...

looking 4ward to the next installment...

[Asmiley]

wow Mr. pointy. speechless. very good. um no great! that was really cool now I can't wait to see the continuation! oh um thin line between evil and liking Chaos... eh?

[Annette]

Really good Mr P. Keep up the good ficcing.


annette

[mr.pointy]

Thank u all!:blush:

Annette, i can't stop ficcing! Everytime i stop writing on one of my fics my brain wanders and be4 i know it i have an idea 4 another fic!

[Jessa]

and another, and another and another and another etc

[Asmiley]

Yeah well Why do you think I'm writing five fics at the same time!

[mr.pointy]

Since my last post on this thread i have had idea's 4 2 more fics...

[Asmiley]

yeah well in this short time... I'm up to 8 fics at the same time.

[Maria8475]

oh another good start Mr. P. I love Ethan. he was always one of my fave characters. This fic has so much potential. I'm looking forward to reading it all.

[mr.pointy]

Well, he won't be around for long so enjoy it while it lasts

But u shall all be getting updates of EVERY fic i have when half term cums along and thats a promise!

If i don't then u can punish me :evil:

[Asmiley]

You better be carefull what you say you don't wanna have to eat your words... :evil:

[markpud]

well its half term this week/last week depending where you are....

[Asmiley]

So is ther fic or Punishment?

[markpud]

looks like punishment....