Well now, looky here(Buffy)

[Faye Summers]

My head felt like it was going to explode, my eyes saw stars. Hell, I had been in an explosion only mere hours ago. My body was dirty, my clothing was torn. The band around my wrist was dirtied but you could still make out the words. Project 654. Yes I was a project, to the government. I didn't want to dwell on it, the lab was gone, destroyed by my hand. People got in my way, I pushed them. Well I used my telekinesis to push them. Either way, they were getting outta my way. I stalk through the streets, hunger pains throbbing in my stomach. I couldn't stand the sight of food however, so I headed away from the cafes and all that. The shade of a building was where I headed, standing and watching as people walked past. An odd feeling grew in my stomach, and I lower my hands and patted my belly. I grew to listen to my instincts. Before I could do anything, a feel a shadow pass over me, a smirk forms upon my lips. "What, you here to steal something from me?" I turn, completely at ease in this situation. Why should I be afraid? I'm stronger, faster, more better at fighting. I was at the government lab most of life for crying out bloody loud.

He moved, nearly grabbing me. I jump back, my hands grow fire. "Wanna play big boy?" I ask, my eyes raised. He looks at the flame and I pounce, kicking in furious motions. My hands hit him, leaving scorching wounds on his body. His clothes began to smolder, and I kick him in the face before backflipping. To me, this was a game. I grin, ready to strike again when that odd feeling came back. "What now?" I curse under my breathe, watching the man as he shook with fear. I knew he wanted to run, but I wanted to continue my fun. With another strike, I kick him in the stomach. "No one will save you." Everyone was just walking past, ignoring us two. That was fine with me, I wanted to keep playing. Even though that odd feeling grew, I ignored it. Play time is not over. I think to myself, the smile on my face grew. Sure I had a mission, but that could wait. I never got to have fun anymore. I was making up for lost time.

[Buffy Summers]

Buffy Summers

I had to ditch the Slayage in Sunnydale for a while. Things were really slow, and I was getting antsy. On the norm, I really enjoyed the downtime. But right now, I felt like something big was about to happen, and I wanted my downtime away from that feeling. There were plenty of Slayers in Sunnydale that could handle whatever 'it' was, and of course, I would return quickly.

The streets of this city were dirty, almost like murky water. I had hoped that vacationing away from big towns would be quite, clean, comforting... Apparently none of the above was possible.

I saw a young girl kicking the crap out of some guy. It was apparent to me that he was not a vampire, and neither was she. My spidy senses did not pulse at all. So, it was just bad people beating up other bad people. Natural order of things, I suppose. Still, it was my "Chosen" duty to prevent evil, at all lengths. Supernatural or not.

"Hey!" I yell, running up to where the girl and man stood. The man was scared, that much was shown... and she... she looked deranged. Maybe something supernatural about this after all. I yank the man by his shoulders from behind, throwing him into the crowd of passer-byers. I watch him for a moment, as he stumbles, falls, gets up, and runs away. What the hell? He couldn't possible be that scared of a little girl....

I turn to face the girl, my hands on the hips of my denim jeans. My lavender halter-top exposed my shoulders, which rose and fell with my breathing. Stylish, yet affordable boots made me a little bit taller than the girl.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I ask with command in my voice. I was the slayer, after all, I always commanded attention, and answers.

Upon a closer look at the girl, I notice she, herself, looked as if she were beaten up. Dirt lined every inch of her. Her hair was disheveled. Worry washed over me for a moment, "Are you alright?" the commands still present in my voice, but with a softer underlay.

Hopefully everything was alright. Hopefully, she was just having a bad day. Though, I knew better than to have those sorts of hopes. Demons, Vampires, and things that generally want to kill me always have a way of crossing my path.

[Faye Summers]

Faye Summers

I was about to hit him again when I hear a yell, the fire disappears as the man is yanked away from me. Watching him stumble a little and take off was a little amusing. I cannot help but laugh as I watch him. I hear the woman speak, a commanding tone to her voice. Did she really think I was going to comply just because she was a commanding type? I spent my life under commanding types, she wasn't going to get much from me. "I'm doing what I want to be doing." I smirk, putting my hands upon my hips. Looking at the woman more closer, I get the urge to hit her, to hurt her. I would figure out why later, right now I was too busy laughing.

Yep, laughing. She had asked if I was alright. Did I look alright? I had survived a lab exploding but she didn't know that. I step back a little, looking at my body. "What does it look like?" I ask with my eyes raised. I was dirty and my clothing was ripped and torn. I was sure I had cuts on my back where the debris had fallen but I hadn't had a chance to look there yet. I would look later, it was low on my priority list. Besides, it hadn't affect me yet.

I smile, cold as ice, and raise my hands. With one simple move, I use my telekinesis to keep those away from us while we are surrounded by the kinetic ability of mine. This woman reeked of goodness and I wanted to see how well she could fight. Plus I wanted to show I wasn't one to command. No, I was done being a project, done being a pet. This butterfly just received its stinger. Okay, butterflies don't have stingers but its a figure of damn speech.

"Its just you and me." I rush forward, my feet pressing along the ground. I leap, aiming a kick towards Buffy's chest. A new game had begun.

[Buffy Summers]

Buffy Summers

The young girls lack of respect, or sanity as it would appear, frustrates me. I am the chosen one, the slayer! And this dirty, little half pint is laughing and smiling in my face. "I'm doing what I want to be doing." She sounded like a little brat. Boy I bet her parents miss the hell out of her... "Bratty much?"

There was a sudden wave of energy. I couldn't tell what was causing it. People walking along street seemed to take extra care about walking around the girl and I. What next? Something strange was going on, something that wasn't the natural order of things.

No sooner had I had the thought did I sense something else. The girl... She had a look in her eye, stone cold smile on her face. The sound of footsteps pounding the pavement brought my attention back to the girl. "It's just you and me."

The Girls kick came swiftly toward my chest. Blocking the kick, twisting the girls leg, and pushing, I hoped to knock her off her feet. I didn't think she was in any shape to fight, and I didn't want to hurt her.

"Calm down. I don't want to hurt you."

[Faye Summers]

Faye Summers

I ignore the question, my complete focus was on hurting her as much as I could. She blocks my kick and I feel my leg being twisted. In one move, I manage to pull back, my body turning before I land on my hands and feet. My attack had failed, but that didn't matter. If at first you don't succeed, than try again. I stand, brushing lost dirt off me while I stare at the woman. I look down at the band around my wrist, a slight growl escaped my throat. Ripping the band off, I throw it to the ground, letting it blow away with the slight breeze.

"Thats going to be a problem." I reply. "Because I want to hurt you." I was 16, but I was stronger than what people gave me credit for. I wonder if I should use my pyrokinesis against her, but that would wait. That would be the surprise. "You scared?" I mock, I cannot help it. It's part of who I was. As a weapon, I tended to think I was higher than everyone, stronger than all. I was pigheaded, I knew that. I wasn't scared to admit it.

I pull my attention back, I wanted to fight this woman. Didn't care if I got hurt. Pain was just something to keep you on your toes. Pain, I knew what pain was. So I didn't really care.

[Buffy Summers]

Buffy Summers

The girl was starange. I didn't like her attitude, and she obviously had no idea who I was. This meant one of two things. 1: She's human, just a very disturbed one. or 2: She's a demon, but she doesn't know the slayer. The later was unlikely. Almost all demons knew me by name. Apparently, she was just a silly, lost litle girl.

Her cockiness provokes my own. "You scared?"

" I said I didn't want to hurt, not that I wouldn't."

It's apparent that this girl was not going to stop fighting me. I needed to know who she was, and possibly, what she was. I need Giles

I stand my ground, rasing my fists ready. I swiftly move toward the girl. I attempt to grab her by the arm, twist, and use my other arm to detain her.

(OOC: I do not God Mod, you can post that you got away from my attempt to detain you.)

[Faye Summers]

Faye Summers

I laugh as I hear her response. Oh yea, this would be very interesting. If she wasn't going to fight, I would of had to push her more into it. Turned out I would get the battle I craved for, like a drug. My brain was working, checking out for moves, weaknesses, other options. It was what always happened, but when Buffy moved forwards, I take a step back. I didn't want her to get to close before I could figure out a few moves of my own.

Big mistake I had made. Moving back, I had opened myself up, and I felt fingers latch onto my arm before feeling the twisting sensation lapse through my whole arm. I am detained, for the moment, and this would be my turn to strike back. Did she think I was foolish, that I could not escape? I knew I could not escape by normal methods, but then again, I wasn't normal. And she was about to find out, first hand, at what else I could do.

My hands, once pale, burst into flames, licking my fingertips and crawling up my wrists. "You play with fire, your gonna get burned!" I laugh again, the flames running down, making a circle around us. None of us could escape the battle, not now, not until it was over. I attempt to get free from the grip she has me in, but fail. Hopefully the fire will be enough for her to let me go so I can continue my attacks. This was her fault for interrupting my fun before.

((its fine ))

[Buffy Summers]

Buffy Summers

I had the girl by the wrist, arm twisted behind her back. Pulling up slightly, knowing it would be painful for her. "What is your malfunction?" I place my free hand on the girls shoulder, moving her closer to me as I speak in her ear. "You can't just go around attacking random people." I take a breath before continuing. "I am trying to help you, now tell me your name."

The feeling first shocked me. I didn't know what had happened, and I didn't let go fast enough. My hand began to burn. When I realized what was happening a ring of fire burst out around us. Letting go of the girl and backing away, my lavender halter top was smoldering. I beat the embers with my non-burned hand. A burn hole formed quickly. I pulled my shirt straight to examine the damage. "Just great, Look at what you did to my shirt." My statement was emotionless, knowing that the girl wouldn't give a rats ass about my shirt.

"So, we can do this the hard way, or... well, its just pretty much the hard way. You don't seem like the tea and conversation type." I had hoped the girl would just realize that she was no match for me already and call it a day, but no, everything was hard, everything. "I'm used to fighting vampires, not little girls... you have some tricks, I'll give you that, but it's not going to be enough to defeat the slayer." I take my stance and wait for the girl to react. This was new, and I would watch, wait, knock her out, then drag her back to Sunnydale and speak to Giles.

[Faye Summers]

"Malfunction?" My eyes darkened, grew more colder. My stance changed, from defensive to wanting to murder, how dare she! I couldn't help it, I was created like this. "I'm a living weapon." I snarl, rubbing my wrist. I was lucky, my body didn't get burned from the flames, but the heat was nice and warm, filling my body with pure anger as well, each hitting the nerve endings, my anger making the flames rise higher, dancing in the wind that coursed through the streets. "No one wants to help, its all a lie." I am bitter, yes, the reason was because I had been lied to so many times. "As for my name, you might as well know the name of the one who is going to kill you." I grin, a feral grin again, one that said I meant business.

"Faye Summers." I look at her shirt not really caring. She had been warned, I had to do what I had to do for her to let go of me. Walking closer, I tilt my head, listening to her, and trying to quell the urges to murder her right now. "I was made to kill, made to destroy." I lace my right hand on my hip as if I was going to stop fighting, even though I really didn't want to. I was good at fighting and wow wait. Something was no right. Vampires? No, it couldn't be. Before I had the chance to speak again, my head exploded in a wave of furious pain. The flames died at once, the telekinetic shield went down and I clutched my head. "No, no NO!" I scream, stepping back. Memories, orders, they filled my head, making me think of nothing else. I couldn't stop, I began walking, eyes more darker, a perch of flame rose high behind me.

[Buffy Summers]

Buffy Summers

I thought I'd heard it all before. "I'm going to kill you.... At least she was about to tell me her name. "Faye Summers"

The name alone didn't shock me. Summers was a fairly common name, kinda like Smith. It was what she said before and after her name. "Made to destroy? Made to kill? I suppose we have something in common then... A tinge of guilt hit me. She had attacked an innocent man... but how innocent was he? Being the slayer causes one perception to narrow. What if he had done something to her? For Christs sake, she was a wreack, mentally, physically, emotionally... Was I too high strung to see that maybe she was in more trouble than I first thought? Then it happened. She began to scream. "What's wrong with you?!" My shout was more of a question better left for Giles to answer. I rush over to her side, before getting there she began walking... Her eyes seemed dim, almost as if she wasn't even there. Then all of the sudden, something struck me as odd. I thought of Dawn for a moment, and this Faye, she looked a whole lot like Dawn. Did the monks send me another sister? what the hell was going on.

I watch Faye in her trance. "Faye, FAYE!" Something was seriously up. Fire was billowing out from behind her like a flamed waterfall. "Faye..." I stand my ground. Unsure if this was some kind of bait or not. "Faye, It's no lie when I say I want to help. I have friends that can help you. Figure out where you belong..." I glance at the ground for a moment. Looking back up into Fayes dirtstreaked face, "I was made to kill to. I'm Buffy... er... just Buffy..."