Title: Heroes
Disclamer:I have no rights whatsoever on anything Joss & co came up with first.
Setting: Sunnydale, anytime after the series starts really.
Warning: Theres some violence in this one.
So where do I start? I mean how far do you want me to go back? Do you want me to go all the way back to the party? Cos I can totally do that, I mean the gig was pretty rad I gotta tell ya. My buddy Gordo, he's, like, a freshman at Sunnydale U so he managed to get us in to his frat house and man I gotta tell ya those guys can seriously party. I'm talking beer, girls; the whole enchilada. There was this one girl and like, for her party piece she would?
Okay, okay I guess you don't really need to know about that. It was after that, that things really started to go down anyway. The party had like, totally wound down so we just decided to bail. There was only the three of us; me, and my buddies, Mikey and Sanderson, the three amigos, the biggest, baddest dudes' on the whole damn planet. We'd partied way hard and we were feeling pretty damn good about ourselves, maybe a little drunk, well for sure a little drunk, but still pretty damn good.
That was gonna change pretty quick.
We must've? I dunno, got a little turned around somewhere, probably Mikey and his crazy shortcuts, but whatever. All I remember is that we found ourselves down this little maze of side streets, which were like way spooky; all dark and empty ?cept for garbage cans and these totally evil smelling piles of junk.
So anyway Sanderson starts busting Mikey's chops for getting us lost and I just left them to it ?cos once those two get going you really don't want to get yourself involved, if you know what I mean. Sanderson always hated the fact that Mikey was better with the chicks, and once he got started on him he was like a freakin' dog with a bone. So I decided to just leave'em to it and went to the end of the alley figuring I'd have myself a little smokey till they were all shouted out. That's when I saw him.
The guy was big, and I mean biiiig, you know, like maybe 6'3 or 6'4 and easy 300 pounds plus. He had his back to me but you could tell he wasn't just fat. There was plenty of meat on those bones too and I remember thinking then that the guy had to be pretty damn strong.
None of that really mattered though cos of what the big lump was doing. There was like, this chick on the floor in front of him, looking like she was hardly breathing, and he was lowering himself down on to her like he was about to get his freak on or something. Now I aint no knight of the round table or nothing but this was like, totally wrong. My blood started to, you know; kinda boil a little, probably helped by the tequila that was still flowing through it. Anyway before I knew what I was doing I'd picked up an old tin can from this pile of garbage and I threw it at him, and I mean real hard. My aim must've been better than I thought as well cos the can like, totally hit him right on the side of his big fat head.
Now, as soon as the can hit him the guys head sorta slumped a little and at first I thought I might have done some real damage to the guy, in fact I thought I saw this little stream of blood or something start to drip off his greasy hair and I started to think about how many sharp edges that can must have had. As it turned out though, I was totally wrong. The big guy just shook his head, making his hair sorta fly out and then he threw his head back and roared, I mean really roared, just like a lion or something. Then he got to his feet, all slow and deliberate, and it was like watching a mountain unfolding in front of me.
For a moment he just stood there like he was making some kind of a decision or something and it was like everything went still, like everyone was waiting for something to happen. Then he turned towards me, but like really quickly, way quicker than a guy that size should be able to move and he looked straight at me. That wasn't what scared me though. What scared me was his face. The guy was like disfigured or something, like he'd been in some kinda weird accident or something, only, you know, not.
I must been just stood there, out in the open, just staring at the guy cos he sure as hell saw me. He looked at me and then back down at the girl and then he looks back up and the dude actually growls at me! It kinda reminded me of the time mom took us to the zoo and we saw the big cats getting fed. They were all so big and powerful and snarly and kinda hungry looking. You ever see something like that? Well that's what this guy was like. I tried to run then, tried to tear my eyes away from that face, but it was like I was hypnotized or something. My legs felt all heavy, like they were trapped in cement. All I could do was just stand there and look at him.
Now the guy started to move towards me, not quick but sorta? purposeful, you know. He kept getting closer and closer; until I could see the little red stains on his white t-shirt and the way his eyes looked kinda yellow, until I could hear the swish of his lumberjack shirt as his arms brushed his gut and the quiet little snarling noises the guy was making in the back of his throat.
Right then I was sure I was a dead man. I mean the guy was, like, some kind of freak and he had me cold, I couldn't move a muscle. He could have ripped me apart, right where I stood, torn me to pieces before I could say boo.
He can't have been more than a few feet from me when I felt the hands closing around me, dragging me backwards, put of the reach of his big reaching hands. I looked behind me and saw it was the guys who had got me out of there; just in the nick of time as well. I'd never been so glad to see anyone in my entire life I can tell ya. Mikey was looking at me real funny, probably freaked by how pale I must have been and I think he was about to say something but Sanderson was looking past me, back at the thing in the alley and he got there first.
"Whoa! What the hell is that?" He said pointing at the hulking shape, which was still making its way towards us, still not rushing. Mikey looked up then and his eyes nearly popped clean out of his head, I mean they really bulged man, you know, like in a cartoon or something. Any other time that would have creased me up but just then I think we were all way too scared to see the funny in much of anything.
We looked at each other and our expressions must have been like mirrors cos without another word all three of us just turned tail and ran out of there, heading back the way we'd come as fast as we could. We must have run near half way back to the university before I finally realised that the scary dude wasn't following us anymore. I hollered out for the guys to stop and we just about half collapsed against the wall of the alley we were in, trying to catch our breaths.
Mikey looked up at me from where he stood with his hands on his knees panting like a thirsty dog "have we lost it" he said, or, you know, words to that effect. Sanderson looks behind us, squinting into the dark and says something like "think so." I just stood with my back against the brick not believing how close I?d been to that fat psycho, what a close shave I'd really had.
I think it was then that I realised that we had to go back.
Disclamer:I have no rights whatsoever on anything Joss & co came up with first.
Setting: Sunnydale, anytime after the series starts really.
Warning: Theres some violence in this one.
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So where do I start? I mean how far do you want me to go back? Do you want me to go all the way back to the party? Cos I can totally do that, I mean the gig was pretty rad I gotta tell ya. My buddy Gordo, he's, like, a freshman at Sunnydale U so he managed to get us in to his frat house and man I gotta tell ya those guys can seriously party. I'm talking beer, girls; the whole enchilada. There was this one girl and like, for her party piece she would?
Okay, okay I guess you don't really need to know about that. It was after that, that things really started to go down anyway. The party had like, totally wound down so we just decided to bail. There was only the three of us; me, and my buddies, Mikey and Sanderson, the three amigos, the biggest, baddest dudes' on the whole damn planet. We'd partied way hard and we were feeling pretty damn good about ourselves, maybe a little drunk, well for sure a little drunk, but still pretty damn good.
That was gonna change pretty quick.
We must've? I dunno, got a little turned around somewhere, probably Mikey and his crazy shortcuts, but whatever. All I remember is that we found ourselves down this little maze of side streets, which were like way spooky; all dark and empty ?cept for garbage cans and these totally evil smelling piles of junk.
So anyway Sanderson starts busting Mikey's chops for getting us lost and I just left them to it ?cos once those two get going you really don't want to get yourself involved, if you know what I mean. Sanderson always hated the fact that Mikey was better with the chicks, and once he got started on him he was like a freakin' dog with a bone. So I decided to just leave'em to it and went to the end of the alley figuring I'd have myself a little smokey till they were all shouted out. That's when I saw him.
The guy was big, and I mean biiiig, you know, like maybe 6'3 or 6'4 and easy 300 pounds plus. He had his back to me but you could tell he wasn't just fat. There was plenty of meat on those bones too and I remember thinking then that the guy had to be pretty damn strong.
None of that really mattered though cos of what the big lump was doing. There was like, this chick on the floor in front of him, looking like she was hardly breathing, and he was lowering himself down on to her like he was about to get his freak on or something. Now I aint no knight of the round table or nothing but this was like, totally wrong. My blood started to, you know; kinda boil a little, probably helped by the tequila that was still flowing through it. Anyway before I knew what I was doing I'd picked up an old tin can from this pile of garbage and I threw it at him, and I mean real hard. My aim must've been better than I thought as well cos the can like, totally hit him right on the side of his big fat head.
Now, as soon as the can hit him the guys head sorta slumped a little and at first I thought I might have done some real damage to the guy, in fact I thought I saw this little stream of blood or something start to drip off his greasy hair and I started to think about how many sharp edges that can must have had. As it turned out though, I was totally wrong. The big guy just shook his head, making his hair sorta fly out and then he threw his head back and roared, I mean really roared, just like a lion or something. Then he got to his feet, all slow and deliberate, and it was like watching a mountain unfolding in front of me.
For a moment he just stood there like he was making some kind of a decision or something and it was like everything went still, like everyone was waiting for something to happen. Then he turned towards me, but like really quickly, way quicker than a guy that size should be able to move and he looked straight at me. That wasn't what scared me though. What scared me was his face. The guy was like disfigured or something, like he'd been in some kinda weird accident or something, only, you know, not.
I must been just stood there, out in the open, just staring at the guy cos he sure as hell saw me. He looked at me and then back down at the girl and then he looks back up and the dude actually growls at me! It kinda reminded me of the time mom took us to the zoo and we saw the big cats getting fed. They were all so big and powerful and snarly and kinda hungry looking. You ever see something like that? Well that's what this guy was like. I tried to run then, tried to tear my eyes away from that face, but it was like I was hypnotized or something. My legs felt all heavy, like they were trapped in cement. All I could do was just stand there and look at him.
Now the guy started to move towards me, not quick but sorta? purposeful, you know. He kept getting closer and closer; until I could see the little red stains on his white t-shirt and the way his eyes looked kinda yellow, until I could hear the swish of his lumberjack shirt as his arms brushed his gut and the quiet little snarling noises the guy was making in the back of his throat.
Right then I was sure I was a dead man. I mean the guy was, like, some kind of freak and he had me cold, I couldn't move a muscle. He could have ripped me apart, right where I stood, torn me to pieces before I could say boo.
He can't have been more than a few feet from me when I felt the hands closing around me, dragging me backwards, put of the reach of his big reaching hands. I looked behind me and saw it was the guys who had got me out of there; just in the nick of time as well. I'd never been so glad to see anyone in my entire life I can tell ya. Mikey was looking at me real funny, probably freaked by how pale I must have been and I think he was about to say something but Sanderson was looking past me, back at the thing in the alley and he got there first.
"Whoa! What the hell is that?" He said pointing at the hulking shape, which was still making its way towards us, still not rushing. Mikey looked up then and his eyes nearly popped clean out of his head, I mean they really bulged man, you know, like in a cartoon or something. Any other time that would have creased me up but just then I think we were all way too scared to see the funny in much of anything.
We looked at each other and our expressions must have been like mirrors cos without another word all three of us just turned tail and ran out of there, heading back the way we'd come as fast as we could. We must have run near half way back to the university before I finally realised that the scary dude wasn't following us anymore. I hollered out for the guys to stop and we just about half collapsed against the wall of the alley we were in, trying to catch our breaths.
Mikey looked up at me from where he stood with his hands on his knees panting like a thirsty dog "have we lost it" he said, or, you know, words to that effect. Sanderson looks behind us, squinting into the dark and says something like "think so." I just stood with my back against the brick not believing how close I?d been to that fat psycho, what a close shave I'd really had.
I think it was then that I realised that we had to go back.
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