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Seasons of Faith	By : norwalker Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 4355 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Seasons of Faith
Chapter 11

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Faith was running scared.
She didn’t know who or how many were after her, but she knew she had to lose them, somehow. Fortunately, when she was in L.A., patrolling had made these alleys her routes. She knew them better, she believed, than those following her. She started taking a circuitous route towards The Hungry Heart. She made sure that the route was confusing, and eventually she stopped…and waited….
No one showed after 15 minutes, so she figured she’d lost them. But to be sure, she still took a weaving pattern till she got to the alley behind The Hungry Heart. Then, keeping a low profile, she walked around front, and walked into the club. She blended into the crowd, and watched to see if Ronni was around. Fortunately, it was a packed night, so she wasn’t likely to be easily spotted.
She hoped that Ronni would be in tonight. She really needed someplace to hide out for awhile, ‘til she could figure a way to get herself out of L.A. with all her parts still attached.’
‘ I hope she remembers me’ Faith thought. ‘ Been a long time since I’ve been here. But right now, this is my only bet. I don’t know who or what’s after me, but I know that I’m gonna be toast if I don’t get some think time.
Something about this whole crappy mess stinks. That pimp couldn’t have any kinda pull like this. I know the type. He’s just a lowlife leach. Like dear old daddy. But someone is gunning for me. I mean, I thought at first that pimp had pissed off some big boys, but these guys are following me. Figured once I was outta the building, I would be safe. But they’re following me. Like it’s me their gunning for. Doesn’t cut it. Who the hell did I piss off? Nobody I can think of. I mean… last person I went after was back before we took out the Mayor…what was his name? Tremblers? Tovers? ….no…Travers…that creep from the Watcher’s council. But, hey…their watchers…they don’t kill slayers…do they? And anyway, why now? Maybe they heard about the killing…figure I went rogue?…but who’d tell ‘em? G? Don’t think so…no love lost there. Not Buffy. I know not her…who then? This all is getting more confusing the more I think about it.’
Faith spots a tall woman, mid thirties, going behind the bar. ‘Ahhh, she IS here. My luck’s getting better. Now, if she just remembers me… maybe I can still get outta L. A. alive. I’ll go back to Sunnydale, do what I gotta do…but L.A. right now isn’t’ so healthy for moi.’
Faith walks over to the bar. She moves over to where Ronni is standing, checking the till. She speaks to her, in a quiet tone.
“Ronni?” Faith says, praying the older woman remembers her
Ronni turns around, and looks at Faith. At first, she’s at a bit of a loss…but then a slow smile comes to her face.
“Faith…well… long time, girl. How ya doin’?” Ronni asks. “ Lookin’ good as ever”
Faith blushes a little. Ronni always has been a flirt, though she has a girlfriend that she’s gaga over.
“Well, like to say I’m doin’ fine, Ronni, but that’d be a lie. But, you’re lookin’ pretty good yourself” Faith flirts right back.
Ronni’s brows knit together “ What’s wrong, Faith? Every time I talked to you before, you’re ‘5 by 5’ which I thought to mean good…”
“Somehow, don’t know how, I bought myself some problems. Got some creeps followin’ me, kinda using me as target practice. So far, their pretty lousy shots. But my luck aint been so good…so…I was wonderin’…maybe you could let me ….god, I hate to ask this…but hide out here somewhere?” Faith isn’t too happy to bring trouble to Ronni, but she’s desperate.
Ronni hesitates for a minute. She doesn’t like to buy trouble, but Faith had been a good friend. Saved her girlfriend, and done a few other favors for her. Anyway, she doesn’t like someone screwin’ with her friends.
“Ok, Faith. We can do that. See that door back there, with the little window in it? It’s to the kitchen. Hide in there…there’s a back way out. That way, in case your… ‘friends’ show, you can split out the back. Far as I’m concerned, I aint seen ya. I assume they’re guys, so they won’t be hard to spot if they happen in” Ronnie grins. “ But these days, ya never know. So, everyone gets the “ I don’t know you” treatment.”
“Thanks Ronni, I owe ya” Faith says, grinning.
“Don’t worry, cutie. I’ll think of somethin’ special to make ya work it off” Ronni says, always the flirt.
“Ya, but won’t Jess be a bit upset with ya?” Faith says.
“Spoilsport!” Ronni chuckles.
Faith, feeling a bit easier, and more secure, heads for the kitchen. Hopefully she can hide out long enough to figure something out.
God, I’m so beginning to hate L.A. she thinks, as she passes through the door.
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Sometime later, Angel’s car pulls up in front of The Hungry Heart.
Buffy has mixed feelings about coming here. Hopefully, Faith will be here, and we’ll find her. That would be the good. The bad is remembering what a total ass she made of herself the last, and only time she’d been here. Well…at least it was long enough ago that no one’ll remember… I hope.
“Well, we’re here” Angel says, stating the obvious.” Considering, probably best I don’t come in”
Buffy grins.” Only ‘cause you'll stick out like a sore…never mind. Maybe you can stick close to the door, in case our little playmates show up?”
“It’s covered Buffy” Angel says. “Go ahead inside and have a look around”
Buffy sits for a minute, thinking. Angel gives her a look.
“You ok, Buffy?”
“ Just remember the last, and only other time, I’ve been here. Made a pretty stupid fool of myself” Buffy says, blushing a little.
“ That was a long time ago, though, wasn’t it?” Angel asks. “ More than likely no one’s going to remember that”
“No…not likely” Buffy says. She hops outta the car. “ Just hope I don’t do it again” She walks towards the club…and enters.
Angel watches her go…wondering what the hell she meant.
Buffy quickly is surrounded by the noise and crowd of people in the club. She thinks to herself that this might not be so easy. She already sees about 4 people that could be Faith, from the back. Sigh. I hate this so much.
She weaves through the crowd, trying to get a look at the women without being too obvious, and attracting attention to herself. But none of the ‘candidates’ turn out to be Faith. She keeps looking around, but it’s so packed in here, that its hard to see around. Finally, she decides to check with the Bartender, see if she’s seen Faith. Fortunately, she brought a picture with.
Buffy makes her way towards the bar, circling around so she can get up to it. ‘Damn…I don’t remember it being this packed when Faith and I came in’…sheshrugs to herself, and tries to get the bartender’s attention. She is a tall woman, in her mid thirties, attractive with long Auburn hair.
“Hi…can I get you something?” Ronni asks the small blond woman. She takes a closer look… something about her is familiar.
“Actually, I was kinda hopin’ you could help me out here. I’m looking for my girlfriend. Wondered maybe if she’d been in here?” Buffy asks. She shows a picture of Faith to Ronni.
“ Nope. Aint seen her” Ronni says. Something is nagging at her brain. She’s seen this girl before…but where?
“Damn” Buffy says, making up a cover story.” We had a fight. I got a little drunk, and we had some words. Now I’m looking all over town for her. Hey, can you do me a favor? If she comes in, have her give me a call. I’m staying with a friend…so let me leave his number” Buffy quickly gets a cocktail napkin, and jots down Angel’s number.
Something clicks in Ronni’s head.
“The Bye- Bye girl. I remember you now!” Ronni says, triumphant.
“Huh? I think you have me mixed with someone else?” Buffy says, a little puzzled.
“No way, Girl. You were in here with …” points at the picture of Faith “ … her , and you got drunk. Really drunk. And you were all happy, as I remember. And you were so cute when she carried you out…waving Bye-Bye to everyone” Ronni is grinning broadly now.
Buffy, on the other hand, was a nice bright red…and feeling oh, about an inch tall.
God, will I ever live that down? She wondered. How the hell did she remember that?
“ Think maybe we could keep that quiet? Not like I’m so proud of that” Buffy is blushing furiously.
“ Don’t worry, cutie. Be our little secret, ok? Look, If your girlfriend happens by, I’ll let her know …” But she’s interrupted at this point.
“Ahhh…Ronni? It’s ok… Don’t think she’ll shoot me. At least, not in front of all these witnesses” Faith says, as she emerges from the crowd.
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“Don’t be so sure, Faith” Buffy retorts. She is deciding whether she wants to slap Faith silly, or squeeze her in a huge hug. Or just kiss her ‘til her lips are raw. She does none of those.
“Feisty little one, isn’t she?” Ronni says, looking at the blonde slayer and arching her brow
“Trust me, Ronni. She can back it up. She’s a lot stronger than she looks” Faith says, her smirk well in place.
“You. Me. Talk. Now!” Buffy says, grabbing Faith by her coat, and dragging her off to a corner table.
Faith, looking a little embarrassed, calls back “ Sorry, Ronni…gotta go. The wife’s callin’” Faith is grinning.
Ronni looks at the two of them , and shakes her head. Kids. She shrugs ,and turns back towards the bar.
Buffy plops Faith into an empty chair, and take the other one. Two women, just finishing dancing, come back to their table. They find it occupied, and look annoyed. Buffy gives them a look, and suddenly they think… hey, another dance sounds good. They leave.
“Ok, Faith. Spill it. Why did you take off?” Buffy starts, obviously angry, worried, and confused. “ How many times I gotta say I’m gonna stick by you?”
Faith looks at her hands on the table. She so ashamed. What can she tell Buffy? She doesn’t say anything.
“ Do you know how worried I’ve been? How frantic? My god, Faith. I thought you were hurt… or worse. I looked all over Sunnydale for you. Why? Why didn’t you come to me? Why… didn’t you trust me? I’m in it, for the good and the bad. Don’t you know that yet?”
“B, how could I come to you and say “ Hey, I think I stabbed someone. And can’t remember doing it? But it’s got me written all over it. Oh, yeah, and it was my father, to boot”. How … don’t you see? I blacked out. What if that happened when I was with you…and I hurt you...or… God, Buffy, do you think I could live with that? I’m bad, Buffy, sick…I gotta be. You shouldn’t be here. I gotta… turn myself in, do my time…try to get help. I’m bad, Buffy. I gotta be bad… to do something like that…not remember it…I … I’m … psycho.” Faith is near tears.
Buffy is boiling. But not at Faith. At that god damned council of old men that did this to her. She takes a minute, to suppress her rage, then gently lifts Faith’s chin with her finger.
“Baby” Buffy says, in a calm, soothing voice. “ You’re not ‘psycho’. You don’t remember, cause you didn’t do it.” Buffy smiles at her, a small, sad smile. She hates how Faith always blames herself for everything.
Faith looks at her, puzzled. She doesn’t understand.
“B, I woke up with the knife in my hand. I was covered in blood. The body was next to me. I…I musta done it. Don’t ya see?”
“Faith, think. What was the last thing you remember before waking up?” Buffy asks. She has to get Faith to figure this out.
“I… was just about to end patrolling. My …he .. showed up…and said something about needing money, and I was gonna get it for him. Yeah, sure. In what universe, the prick. Then, I think I started to walk away… and he…pointed…a gun? At me…and…then it’s all fuzzy. But I musta lost it…and beat him up… and killed him, later…” But even Faith is beginning to see the holes.
“ Faith… there was no real bruising on the body. Not like someone had beaten him up…” Buffy says. Faith looks confused.
“And the knife , Faith? Where did that come from? I’ve never seen it before… have you?” Buffy asks…And Faith slowly shakes her head.” And how did you get to that place?” Faith shakes her head…it’s just not coming to her.
Buffy picks up a glass on the table, and throws it at Faith “ Catch” she says. Faith instinctively catches it… with her right hand.
“What the hell, B?” Faith asks.” What’s that for?”
“Faith. The killer was left handed…trying to make it look like someone right handed did it.” She pauses, then continues.
“Faith…you were set up” Buffy says, gently. “Whoever killed you father, wanted it to look like you did it”
Faith gets a strange look on her face. “Set up?” She says, quietly. “ How?”
“ Not sure on how. We think maybe, we’re guessing here…that your father was involved somehow... we think he used trank darts on you. That’s why it’s all fuzzy. Then, brought you to that apartment. Not sure after that…but he wound up dead”
“Who” Her voice is low…and has an edge.
“We think…do you remember…Quentin Travers?” Buffy asks.” Tara told us what you did”
Faith shuts her eyes. Her mouth is a straight line, and grim.” I remember him. That son-of-a-bitch.”
“Giles and I…well, all of us…think that he arranged this. Set it up. We think to make you be declared rogue by the council. Then he sent the special operations unit…to capture you. Except, we think there not gonna capture you. But try to kill you.” Buffy says…watching Faith. She’s getting a little nervous. Faith is just sitting there, still.
Faith opens her eyes. They are like dark , hard and pitiless. “Bastard” She says, her voice like ice. “I should have just killed him that night”
“Faith, No!” Buffy says.” That‘d just make you like him. No…don’t even think that” She begs.
Faith thaws a little.” That bastard tried to kill you, Buffy. You and your mom. No one does that. No one”
Every time Buffy thinks she can’t love Faith anymore, Faith shows her a way to love her even more. She decides that lecturing Faith now on choosing your battles is pointless. Better to just get things taken care of.
“Faith, let’s go. Angel’s outside, waiting. We’re getting outta L.A., and back to Sunnydale, then figure out what we’re gonna do next.”
Faith grins. ”Fang…here? I know he’s desperate, but didn’t you tell him it’s pointless looking for a date here?”
Buffy scowls a little.” Be nice, Faith. He’s helping us”
Faith can’t resist the needle. “You’re 100% sure of that, right?”
Buffy frowns. She gets her Don’t mess with me face.
“Hey, B, I was only kidding” Faith says.” Geeze, can’t even make fun of the vamps anymore. Whatta spoilsport”
They get up to walk out. As they pass the bar, Ronni spots them. She calls out.
“Bye-bye, Blondie. Bye-bye” She teases Buffy.
Buffy turns a bright red. She turns to Faith.
“If you ever do something stupid like this again, do me a favor?” Buffy says.
“Huh?” Faith is confused.
“Don’t pick HERE to hide out” Buffy says, fuming a little.
Faith chuckles. She throws her arm around Buffy’s shoulder as they walk out of the club.
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On the ride back to Angel Investigations, Faith is exuberant.
She’s not a murderer!! She’s not a nut!! She feels like someone has taken a weight off of her shoulders. Of course, there is that little matter of Quentin Travers and his council, something has to be done about that. She thinks…bomb sounds good…but it’s only a fantasy.
She’s even sorta nice to Fang. She only makes rude comments in passing, like excessive dental bills, his stock in hair gel, how brooding makes you fat and impotent…but not the usual pointed remarks. At one point, Angel turns to Buffy and says “ You really want her back, huh?” and Buffy just shrugs. Faith decides to tone it down a bit… at least for a few minutes.
They arrive at his office…and it’s dark. Except it shouldn’t be dark, because he left Cordelia here…
“Something’s wrong” Angel says.” Wait here… let me check it out” He gets out, and approaches cautiously.
Faith and Buffy look at each other. Yeah, that’s gonna happen. They jump out of the car, and follow Angel.
“Umm…what part of ‘wait here’ didn’t you understand?” Angel asks, annoyed.
“Shhh…we’re just backing you up” Faith says.
They enter the office, and look around…nothing…then the lights snap on
“Faith DeMarco. By order of the Watcher’s Council, we’re hereby authorized to take you in custody and transport you to England”
There are three men facing them. One of them has Cordy with his arm around her throat, gun pointed at her. The other two stand casually by, holding weapons.
“Forget it, ugly. I’m not goin’ nowhere with you” Faith sneers at him.
“Well, then” He says, jabbing the gun at Cordy “ Guess we’ll have to kill her then” indicating Cordelia.
“Fine by me” Faith retorts.
Cordy makes a “huh?” sound behind her gag.
“Hey, c’mon Cordy. Ya didn’t think you’d live forever, did ya? I mean, you’re life up to now been a real KICK hasn’t it? I mean… you’ve had a BALL?” Cordy gets a gleam of understanding in her eyes.
Without warning, Cordy stomps on her captor’s foot. He loosens his hold for a second, but that’s enough. She turns, and kicks him where it hurts the most…
The other two, startled, are distracted for a moment… that’s all it takes for the slayers to be on them like white on rice. Faith follows Cordy’s example, and kicks her guy in the family jewels. He bends over, groaning…just to find her knee in his face…she kicks him back, and he is thrown against a post…and slides down onto the floor.
Buffy is punching and kicking her opponent. She does a roundhouse kick, to knock him over, but he gets lucky. He uses his gun as a club and hits her square in the chest, knocking her back. He bolts, heading for the stairs.
Angel starts to follow after him, but Faith stops him.
“Angel, stay here. Take care of these two, and Buffy and Cordy. This one’s mine” Faith says, her eyes hard as steel.
Faith runs after the assailant, coming out on the roof….gunfire is heard, and she is ducking bullets. Sonofabitch. She ducks behind cover, and waits him out.
Unbeknownst to Faith, Buffy has followed her up to the roof. She scopes the roof, and sees the shooter sneaking up on Faith, who is turned and doesn’t see him. He takes a bead on her…
“FAITH…WATCH OUT” Buffy yells. She leaps over and knocks Faith out of the way, but gets shot by the man. The force of the shot knocks her over ,and she’s lying face down on the roof.
Faith sees Buffy shot…and turns towards the assailant. Her face is a mask of rage.
“YOU SONOFABITCH” She screams, and leaps at him. He raises his gun to shoot at her…and it jams.
Faith knocks him down, and starts beating on him. She is like a madwoman. She is beating on him, and cursing him, and beating on him.
“BASTARD ,BASTARD, BASTARD” She yells, as she beats him into a bloody pulp. All of a sudden she is lifted off him, and is held tight by two supernaturally strong arms.
“LET ME GO, ANGEL…HE KILLED HER…I’M GONNA KILL THE BASTARD” She struggles in his arms.
“Faith. FAITH. She’s ALIVE. She’s ALIVE…STOP!” He says.” They guy is out…he can’t do anything. Stop before you kill him”
Faith, the shock, the fear, the rage of the last few days, and seeing Buffy shot, catches up with her. She starts to shake, and then she starts to sob…and collapses into Angel’s arms.
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Buffy is so loving the attention.
Well… not so loving the bullet wound, but the attention is great. Fortunately, nothing vital was hit. And her slayer healing was kicking in. But all the scoobies were there, around her as she held court on the sofa. They had brought little joke gifts, and it was like having a small party.
Since it was close to end of the semester, and since Buffy had been injured, Buffy and Faith decided to give up the apartment for the summer, and move back in with Joyce…who of course was happy to have her girls back home. So, our little Welcome Home Buffy Party was being held in the house on Revello drive.
While the scoobies surrounded Buffy, Faith was in the kitchen. She made the excuse that she was making snacks, but really, she just didn’t feel like partying. She was happy Buffy was home, of course. But she also was feeling guilty and ashamed. She felt that if not for her, Buffy wouldn’t have gotten shot. She was kicking herself for putting Buffy in danger , once again.
Tara walked into the kitchen, and quietly started helping with the snackage. They worked quietly together for awhile, they could do that… they had that kind of relationship. Finally, Tara spoke up, as usual, in her quiet manner.
“Thought I’d see how you were doing” She said, looking at Faith.
Faith smiled, and said” 5 by 5. Of course, I’m not the one who got hurt”
Tara smiled a little smile, and said, “Hmmm. Funny, I thought you had.”
Faith looked at her, a strange expression on her face.
“Oh, I didn’t mean a wound you could see. I thought you might be hurting here” She points at Faith’s heart.
Faith makes herself busy with the snacking goodness.
“ You do that a lot, Faith. Hurt yourself. Blaming yourself for things you can’t control” Tara said.” You do that a lot. Like now. Buffy getting shot. But you didn’t do that Faith. You didn’t sic those shooters on yourself. You’re not the blame for some bad man doing what he did. But you take the blame, because that’s what you always do. Someone you love gets hurt, somehow you make it your fault. Buffy does that too, I notice. You both blame yourselves for things that simply aren’t your fault. It’s too bad, really”. Tara puts the finishing touch on the tray. She moves to another one.
“Thing is, by doing that, you’re both being kinda selfish. Rather than helping each other, you’re stubbornly holding onto this blame. And that pulls you apart, rather than brings you together. That’s just a shame, because you two are so right together. If I were you, I’d just go in there, and hold Buffy’s hand, and make her feel better, rather than sit in here hurting yourself… and her in the bargain. But, I’m not you, am I?” Tara smiles, picks up a tray, and exits the kitchen.
Faith looks after Tara, wondering how she got to be so smart. She smiles to herself, and hopes she can be like her when she grows up. She picks up a tray, and leaves the kitchen.
Buffy looks up and sees Faith entering the room, and it’s like a light goes on. Her smile brightens, and her eyes get glowy. Faith puts the tray on the table for the scoobies to dig in, then sits next to Buffy on the couch. She quietly takes Buffy’s hand, and smiles at her. Buffy returns her smile.
And the little party goes on, this time with Faith included.
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London. East end. Two months later.
Rupert Giles is impatient. He’d been working on this little project for awhile, and now that it was finally coming to fruition, he wanted it to be over. He’d devoted too much time to it, as it was. He had other responsibilities to get back to, including Buffy and Faith. He felt it was time to take them to another level of training. They were special cases, both of them. They had abilities rare even in slayers, and he was eager to explore those with them. But this little problem had been hanging over his head. And until it was resolved, he couldn’t move on.
The two men approached Giles in the hallway. They simply nodded to him. He understood their meaning.
“It’s done then?” He asked, to confirm.
“Yes, it’s complete. The preparations are exactly as you requested” The taller of the two men said.
“Good.” He replied. He opened his briefcase, and extracted two envelopes. From their shape, they appeared to be overstuffed with something.
“This should cover your final payment, plus the promised bonus for finishing as quickly as you did” Giles hands the envelopes over to the men. They open them, and are satisfied. They nod again, turn, and leave the way they came.
Rupert Giles enters a room at the end of the corridor. It's an unremarkable room with a few notable exceptions. It has no windows, and only one door leading to the corridor. There are three other doors in the room. The only other notable feature is a chair in the middle of the room. It's occupied by an older man, oh… say close to 60. He is familiar to us. His name is Quentin Travers. He is bound to the chair by shackles, and his mouth is gagged. Giles moves to Travers, and removes the gag.
“Good day, Quentin. I trust you’ve been comfortable, considering” Giles says.
“Rupert, what is the meaning of this? I’m dragged out of my home in the middle of the night, dragged here, and bound and gagged. This is intolerable!” Travers says, indignant.
“Really? I would have thought your actions concerning Faith were intolerable. Never mind your plans for Buffy and myself” Giles says. “ Oh, I guess you thought I didn’t know about that, Quentin”.
“Rubbish, Rupert. You're spinning tales. And once it was found that Ms. DeMarco was innocent of murder, no further action was taken, and she was restored to good standing” Travers huffs..
“That’s odd. The council didn’t think I was ‘spinning tales’ when I showed them the proof of your actions…considerately provided by those men you brought in. I guess it was a matter of saving your neck, or saving their own. Guess which they chose?” Giles says.” You might be interested to know that, effective today, you no longer are Chair of the council. Fact of the matter is, you’re no longer a member of the council at all. Seems the council did a little investigation of it’s own, and found a number of irregularities with your past actions. So, you have been effectively terminated.”
“This is an outrage! And kidnapping. And I plan to bring you up on charges.”
“No, what you did to Faith DeMarco was an outrage. And I guess it hasn’t occurred to you yet, but only one of us will be leaving this room today” Giles said. “ Since you seem to be a fan of the Cruciamentum, I decided that you should have that experience for yourself. Of course, being a fair man, I’ll give you at least the chance you gave Buffy Summers last year. Actually, more. Since I’ve warned you what will be happening. You’ll note there is a cross and stake by your chair. Once I leave through that door, those shackles which are controlled electronically, will release. Then you’ll have 2 minutes to get to the weapons before the vampires are released. Good luck.” Giles says, and turns to walk to the exit.” By the way, don’t bother to try to follow me. This door will seal once I leave.”
“You can’t do this! It’s murder!” Travers cries out.
“Oh, really? I thought it was tradition” Giles says, smiling. He exits through the door, and locks it behind him.
The shackles holding Travers secure to the chair open. He stumbles out of the chair, grabbing the stake and cross. For what seems like an eternity, nothing happens. Then he hears the locks on the other doors release. For awhile, nothing happens. Then the doors slowly open.
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