FIC: Slayer X (1/4)

["Cilia" <cilia@xxxxx>]

I?m back? again!
This is a new story from the epic burdened writer know as Cilia? and
it?s short, well shorter then my usual multi-chapter monsters. 
Catch you on the flipside
Cilia

Slayer X

Cilia
 
The Eternal Struggle is upon us all?
In a world where the clashes between order and chaos have become ever
more frequent and violent, where thousands upon thousands of beings have
been called as Slayers and ordinary humans live in constant fear or
denial of the world around them, for their protection there stands a
single girl, one who stands above all others. 
Working for the secretive Watcher Corporation she fights for the status
quo and it is her duty to seek out and rescue new slayers before the
forces of chaos or order discover them and since those who are called
are much sought after by both sides, to be their champions, they're foot
soldiers and much too often they're cannon fodder, she must act swiftly,
for many join willingly while others are forced to fight. Those forced
are the people she must save and those who won?t see the light she must
neutralise. 
 
She is Slayer X and in a world of neither good nor evil, she stands
guard against the darkness of the Eternal Struggle.
 
When a new slayer is called forth it is our duty to ensure that she
receives training and tutelage in the true ways of the World. One slayer
gained by the Corps is one slayer lost to the pointless fighting between
the forces of the universe. Another life saved from almost certain
death. It is the duty of each Slayer loyal to the Corps that when a new
slayer is discovered she or he shall be immediately delivered to the
nearest Corps? safe house and kept safe from the forces of order and
chaos whom would seek to enlist them until such time as they can be
transported to Headquarters for medical and psychological care. 
-From the Watcher Corporation mandate, section one paragraph
one
 

Chapter One: New and Old

 
The memories always come back at night, they are the kind of memories
that by day you think you have forgotten them, but they always find a
way into your mind at night. White robed clerks telling her that it is
her destiny to bring about order in the world, the training, the false
memory implants, the torture at the hands of the chaos demons, the
killing of her predecessor, everything mixed up in one nightmare. The
beeping in her right ear woke her up and the audio implant activated,
she didn?t remember where or when she had gotten it, but it was there.
?Buffy, code 2000XALPHA,? she responded
?Buffy, it?s Willow we have a birthing in progress,? a
female voice said into her air.
?I?m on my way,? she replied and swung out of her low bed. 
Looking in the mirror as she dressed in her leathery jumpsuit, she
paused as she studied the scars on her body, the starburst on her
stomach she didn?t remember how she?d got it, but the one above her left
eye was still fresh from her last mission that she did remember and the
small X tattooed on her left shoulder was just her unofficial badge of
office and means to identify her remains.
?Fuck it!? she said as she zipped up her suit and left her
small apartment. Outside stood her bike, sleek and black, gleaming in
the moonlight. Grinning as she swung herself onto it and the engine
roared as she sped down the street.
 
The motorcycle sped through the streets of Los Angeles under the red sky
from the fires that burned in various parts of the city. Full moon, both
sides always got more aggressive on a full moon. Hitting the turbo
button she picked up speed and the world blurred around her.
Pulling up against the Watcher Corporations building on the outskirts of
the city she dismounted her bike and strode into the building. Waving to
the night guard she made her way to the personal elevators.
?Slayer X,? she stated once inside the elevator and it
started its climb up to the situation room.
 
The situation room never slept and it was a common joke within the Corps
that they did in fact sleep, during the day in coffins. Standing in
front of the interactive map that depicted the Los Angles divisions area
of operations, the whole of North America, stood Dr. Willow D.
Rosenberg, the division?s chief and Buffy?s supervisor, also the most
normal person ever to serve as a head of a Watcher Corp?s division.
Though the gossip mill said otherwise.
?She emerged fifteen minutes ago in Boston and she?s moving
fast,? Willow explained without looking back from the map.
?She?? Buffy asked looking sideways at Willow?s face. Willow
was slightly shorter than the Slayer, with her red hair business cut and
piercing green eyes, she had been the chief of the division since before
Buffy arrived and nothing happened in North America without her knowing
about it.
?Humor me,? Willow said with a small smile.
?Why are you sending me, K is there and some of the trainees
are taking classes there,? Buffy asked as the map zoomed in on Boston
and the surrounding area.
?You?re the best,? Willow said. ?Also Kendra is reporting
massive structural damage and the other sides seem to be very interest
in this latest one,? Willow explained. ?She?s busy keeping them off her
back and we need you to extract the new one.?
?The Host Guard showing up?? Buffy asked. 
?Yes,? Willow nodded. ?But this is not the time for
vendettas your mission is to go in and get the new slayer out,? she
stated. ?The jump jet is waiting.?
?Understood,? Buffy nodded. ?Anything I can get for you
while i'm in Boston?? 
?Just get back in one piece okay,? Willow said turning to
look Buffy in the eyes, but the Slayer was gone. ?So much potential,?
Willow muttered to herself before turning her attention back to the map.
 
As it turned out the jump jet pilot was an old friend of hers. He?d been
the one that had dragged her out of the chaos temple kicking and
screaming all those years ago, it had cost him and eye and it was a
wonder they still allowed him to fly. But then again nobody told him
what to do. 
?Hello luv,? William ?Spike? Wilde greeted as he tossed her a flight
helmet. ?Spike you ever sleep?? Buffy asked as they walked
towards the Harrier. Spike had been one of the early ones, or a first
waver like they were called. When the war had started to spill into the
mortal world a wide variety of beings had got slayerized, even vampires,
which was what Spike had been. He was now a veteran whose experience
surpassed every other active Slayer alive or dead. The Corps grapevine
even suggested that he?d founded the Corps and that he was older than
dirt, but that was just a rumor.
?I did, last week I think,? he answered with a grin. ?You?ll
get the hang of it sooner or later,? he reassured her with a pat on her
back. ?Hope you had a light breakfast,? he said as he closed the canopy.
?Wake me up when we get there,? Buffy said and closed her
eyes. 
The jet lifted from the ground and then shot eastward across the night
sky, leaving behind the city of Angles and heading out across the
Rocky?s and the Great Plains of the Midwest. Here and there lights
flared on the ground and soared to the sky evidence of the fighting
going on below them. Aside from having to engage cloak while passing
within a hundred miles of a squad of Angels, their journey across North
America was uneventful. 
 
Touching down on the outskirts of Boston, Spike popped open the canopy
and Buffy jumped out and threw him her helmet.
?Thanks for the ride Spike, now get out of here before you
get spotted,? she said.
?You need a weapon?? he asked.
?I am a weapon,? she answered as she took off into the city
on foot. 
?That girl is going to get herself killed one of these
days,? he muttered to himself.
?Spike,? Willow?s voice crackled over the radio.
?Right here Red, package delivered safe and sound,? Spike
said into his oxygen mask.
?Good, I need you to pick up one of our agents in Canada,?
Willow said.
?Is it who I think it is?? Spike asked.
?The one and only,? Willow said with a grin.
?Bloody great,? Spike muttered as he threw the helmet in the
back. ?Pick-up duty,? he muttered.
?We all have our place William,? Willow said patiently.
?Yeah, but that?s a little harsh coming from you don?t you
think?? he asked as he closed the canopy.
?Don?t know what you are talking about?? Willow stated.
?Oh come now Red, you can?t hide the mushy things from me,?
Spike said with a grin. ?I bet those pretty little emerald eyes are
glued to the map and its set on highest resolution zoom on Boston,? he
said.
?Just get going you old fart,? Willow ordered and cut the
line.
?Touché,? Spike said as he clipped on the oxygen mask and
took off again. Several hundred miles to the north, in the middle of the
Territories a lone figure waited for his pick-up. Sitting by a small
fire he rubbed his hands together and looked up at the stars thinking
about the girl that waited for him back home.
 
There is an easy way to track to a new slayer, it isn?t in the
guidebook, but you can?t miss it. Just follow the trail of destruction
and you are sure to come upon your new slayer within a matter of
minutes.
?K, you read?? Buffy asked through her implants.
?Loud and clear Slayer X,? Kendra answered. ?I?m doing mop
up duty making sure that the agents don?t any ideas about heading for
the campus to recruit some of our trainees,? she explained.
?You got a bearing on the new one?? Buffy asked. 
?You should be right on top of her,? Kendra said. ?If not??
?Don?t bother,? Buffy said as her sense tingled. ?I think I
just found her,? she said and shut down the link.
 
The scared girl ran across the street and Buffy picked up the tell tale
smell of ozone and sulfur, that was not good because it meant that there
was both an agent from order and another from chaos on the girl?s tail.
The girl ran right into Buffy and then looked up at the Slayer with an
uncanny calm in her eyes. Buffy just smiled, but it died when her ears
picked up the telltale sounds of approaching danger and her stomach
tightened. 
?Behind me,? Buffy ordered the girl. 
The girl was young perhaps fifteen maybe even younger, not uncommon,
with long brown hair and brown eyes and would probably grow into a
beautiful woman if she survived the next few minutes.
?Who are you?? the girl asked as the sounds of the girl?s
chasers grew nearer.
?Slayer X,? Buffy asked and the girl gave her a puzzled
looked. ?Somebody like you who wants to help,? she said with sigh.
?Oh,? the girl said. ?Nice to meet you X, I?m Faith Allison
Spencer,? she said as she peaked over the Slayer?s shoulder. ?I thinkwe
should run,? she suggested.
?Nope we? I have to fight them here or they?ll just come
after us again,? Buffy said as she cracked her knuckles.
?You do this often?? Faith asked.
?All the time,? Buffy said as the chaos demon came charging
down the street, turning over cars and plowing down mailboxes and
parking meters as it went. It stood nine feet tall with horns and its
massive bulk was covered with green scales. Snorting fire, its red eyes
scanned for its pray while its tail twitched. Its eyes locked on Faith
and Buffy and it charged again. 
?Shouldn?t we like move?? Faith asked as the demon thundered
closer with its arms outstretched. In a flash Buffy was off, running
towards the demon at breakneck speed before hurling herself into the
air. The demons' eyes went wide when it realized its mistake and felt
Buffy?s foot slam into its face throwing it backwards. The demon landed
with a thud on the ground and Buffy executed a backwards flip away from
it and landed on her feet with feline grace. Punching the demon between
the eyes for good measure she turned and exhaled.
?Wow!? Faith muttered. 
?Come on,? Buffy said as she picked Faith up and ran for the
nearest safe house.
?What about the other one?? Faith asked.
?The Host Guard will kill the chaos demon before it goes
after us,? Buffy explained.
?Oh!? Faith said as they ran through the city, behind them
there was a loud clash as the Host Guard stumbled upon the fallen chaos
demon.
 
The Harrier settled down near the fire and Spike reluctantly got out. He
didn?t like the cold after all he?d been cold for two hundred years.
Looking around for his pick-up he repressed a groan as it came into
view, standing by the fire looking up at the sky, with his gray streaked
and windswept hair.
?Liam,? Spike called out.
?Hello William,? Liam ?Angel? Chase said. ?Come to watch the
stars with me?? he asked.
?Can?t you ever be serious?? Spike asked with a sigh.
?Why should I be?? Angel asked with a smile.
?Get in the plane poof,? Spike muttered as he turned away
and marched towards the jet.
?You know what you need William?? Angel asked.
?No enlighten me?? Spike asked.
?A woman,? Angel answered.
?Oh those I have,? Spike replied with a grin.
?I didn?t mean women, I meant woman, THE woman,? Angel said.
?I know what you meant Liam,? Spike said. ?But I am too old
and too set in my ways,? he said and threw him the spare helmet.
?Suit yourself,? Angel said and strapped on the helmet. 
The Harrier lifted from the frozen ground and shot towards the west, for
the City of Angels and Liam counted the minutes.
 
To Be Contiuned?
 
Title: Slayer X
Part: 1/4
Author: Cilia
Archiving: List archivers and anybody that carries my work
Disclairment: Saving ones ass, I own very little although this is a far
stretch from the usual BtVS and Angel shows