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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 3, 2007 20:44:09 GMT -5
She was struggling to sit up, reeling from the after effects of the powerful drug. It had caused her head to pound and something bitter had ripped through her blood capsules, clogging the nutrient producing veins.
The professor reread her chart and looked through the window panes. At the psycho slayer created by Maggie Walsh and thanks to the human hybrid her and Riley Finn had cooked up.
Adam and hostile 33.
Maggie: We need to incorporate her with this.
Professor Hopkins: Morphine Maggie?
Maggie: If we want to create the ultimate “vampire slayer” we will need to keep that girl asleep………….
They had been giving her electric shocks. To drive her mind from reality…………
These claustrophobic feelings were loudly instructing her to sway away from THEM. To insure survival she had to get out of this place. It wasn’t a psych ward that they had led her to believe. It was a demon hell…………
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 3, 2007 20:47:48 GMT -5
Forest Graham: But she's withering into nothing professor walsh.
Professor Walsh: I want this little hell spawn terminated as much as anyone here, but she's project 33.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 3, 2007 20:51:31 GMT -5
Riley: Can't we quaranteen the labs until we figure a way to dispose hostile 33?
Walsh: Riley, we've been associates at the firm for 10 long years. You can't tell me you've given up on the project............?
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 3, 2007 20:59:11 GMT -5
What's on the diagram? A hand reached for the cord hooked to Buffy's incirculation tube. A monitor was displayed next to it. Dr. Ingram yawned and instructed the soldier to fetch a file for him.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 3, 2007 21:03:23 GMT -5
Buffy: You're all treading on thin waters, you're all dieing, you'll all die, you'll all die............
Graham: Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Professor Walsh: Get the introlazers. We may need to immobolize her again.........
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 3, 2007 21:07:24 GMT -5
Quaranteened. Immobolized. Too foreign to her already crazed mind............
Buffy growled and clawed at the bed sheets, trying to get someone's attention. Riley scoffed and picked up a scalpel he had found. His steps were menacing and dangerous as he approached her quarter.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 3, 2007 21:11:34 GMT -5
Riley: Don't fret Buffy, you'll be a program of the innitiative when this is all over............
One of the reasons he had captured her was because of her groteque fascination with demons. Mainly the former hostage and Angel.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 3, 2007 21:36:13 GMT -5
Inside her muddled brain, she knew him. She growled the second time, a clear indication that she was to be left alone.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 3, 2007 21:57:03 GMT -5
The adrenaline in her body cried out to be released. It wanted to hurt Riley, hurt Maggie Walsh, and hurt every person in this building. She could feel her own stigma, the bouncing mechanisms as it reached for Riley.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 4, 2007 7:39:27 GMT -5
Buffy: Roses and thorns and milk and honey, where did you take thee where did you take thee............?
She wrapped a hand around Riley's jugular and gave it a final squeeze.
Buffy: Roses and thorns and milk and honey, the cow is dead the deed is done...........
Her melodic voice floated around the room and she was clearly out of her mind. In this world, but not............
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 4, 2007 7:43:47 GMT -5
Stupid boy she thought as he had left the door wide open. She fought passed security and took a turn to the right. There she broke through the glass and walked out, eyes cold and empty..........
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 4, 2007 7:50:23 GMT -5
That same night the pyscho slayer went on a rampage. Killing from left to right, biting, hitting, punching, and groping. All she could think about was the program in her head. To do what the innitiative wants her to do.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 4, 2007 7:54:19 GMT -5
I need to shred this outfit she said nonchatantly.
Turning her head around like a walking bot, she neverminded several honking cars and passengers. Insane was an understatement.............
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 4, 2007 7:59:27 GMT -5
Her looks are simple:
Raven black hair, dark shadows, coal liner, ruby red lips, and skin tight leather.
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Jul 4, 2007 8:08:24 GMT -5
Not the typical valley girl type.
Buffy: Bored now..............
Her lips jutted into a pout.
Buffy: Where's the puppy?
She pounded against Spike's door, knocking the hinges loose...........
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