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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 5:07 pm Post subject: Re: Street Fighters
Author: Vanessa
Rating: R For violence
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is the property of Joss. I also do not own any rights to warriors the movie or video game just wanted to have some fun.
Whedon/Mutant Enemy.
Note: The names of the gangs will be added into the story as it progresses along with other "fighters" so that's why I keep posting North Side, East Side etc.
Main Characters:
North Side, Turnball ACs - Donnie, Caleb, Ethan, Drac, Andrew, Warren, Jonathon, Snyder, Jarred
East Side, the Destroyers - Tara, Anya, Xander, Dawn, Devin, Larry, Skip, Chuck
South Side, the Warriors - Willow, Buffy, Spike, Faith, Hunter, Echo, John, Ajax, Spencer, Striker
West Side, Moon Runners - Riley, Oz, Angel, Dru, Parker, Cordelia, Harmony, Forest, Sam
Priest - Giles
NOTE: A lot of viiolence!!
Chapter 8
(One Stubborn Son Of A Bitch)
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“Willow,” Anya coaxed gently, as she patted the women’s bruised and blood stained cheeks. “Rosenberg, I need you to wake up. I need you to make a call.”
She gently tapped the women’s cheek a few more times but to no avail. Deciding she better start getting to work on the Warrior’s injuries before her time ran out, Anya zipped open her black medicine bag, removing a set of tweezers and gauze.
“This might hurt a little,” she said to the unconscious body as she lifted up the blood stained right hand. Bringing the tweezers to the shredded palm, she slowly started removing fragments of green glass, tossing them into a small plastic container to dispose of later.
After all the serrated pieces of glass where removed from her hands, Anya carefully rapped the badly damaged hand with gauze pads followed by tape. Once she was satisfied that the hand was securely wrapped and would heal nicely, she moved down to her chest where more cuts where showing and a few lumps where evident.
“Wesley,” Anya said his name briskly, as her hands gently probed the women’s rib cage. “There’s to much damage here.”
“Huh?” said the older man, taking his attention off of the blonde laying before him. Half of her wounds already dressed under his professional care. “What’s the matter.”
“Here wounds,” Anya said as she continued to probe the women’s stomach. “They are to severe for me to handle. She has three broken ribs… that I can count. And I’m pretty curtain she has internal bleeding.”
Standing up from his kneeling position besides the couch, “Move,” Wesley said sternly as he took up Anya’s previous position. He too examed the redheads chest and stomach, a tisking noise resounding from his mouth every few seconds. “It does seem that she has quit a few broken bones and most likely a lacerated spleen.”
“What should we… I do?” Anya asked , knowing full well that the spleen is the organ most commonly injured when thoracoabdominal trauma occurs and poses a potentially life threatening situation.
“Call Dawn,” said Wesley as he stood up, brushing dirt and lint off of his jeans. “Tell her to bring the car around.”
Nodding her head profusely, Anya picked up the silver cell phone the man handed her before, scowling down the contact list until she got to Dawn’s name. “Dawn, I need you to pull the wagon around. Make sure Devin’s with you.” Before the other girl could respond, Anya snapped the phone closed.
“Are you going to go to the hospital with her?” Wesley asked as he made his way back to Tara’s side. He pulled out some gauze pads from his own medicine bag, wiping away blood from a cut on the blonde’s face that started to bleed again. “If you are, you will need more mucel then just Devin.”
“I’m not sure,” admitted Anya as she bandaged up a gapping wounded on the redhead’s left bicep. “But thanks for the heads up.”
“Of course,” he mumbled back as he became engrossed in his work once more.
“Anya, you alright?” Asked a soft feminine voice from the door way.
“Dawn,” the sandy blonde haired women said as she spun around. “Good you’re here. Where’s Devin, I’m gonna need his help to pick her up.”
“Her?” Questioned Dawn as she stepped further into the room. “Is that…?” She left the sentence hang open, knowing full well that Anya new exactly what she was referring to and who the redhead was.
“Yes,” Anya said vaguely, as she stood up from her squatting position besides the redheads shoulder. “We need to move. She doesn’t have much time.”
“I’ll go grab Devin,” Dawn said, jerking her right thumb over her shoulder. Moments later, the two brunettes reemerged inside of the hallway, bending down beside the lead Warrior making sure to take great caution as they lifter her off of the ground.
“What do you think you are doing?” came a gruff and malevolently voice from the opposite side of the room. “Put her down, now.”
“Don’t” Anya said venomously as she saw the contemplation pass through the two young Destroyer’s eyes. “Keep moving,” she added as she casted her gaze upon Xander’s snarling face. His eyes blazing with hatred and his nostrils fairing with rage.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing Anya,” the man snarled as he marched haphazardly towards her. The overwhelming smell of alcohol lingering off of him like the aftermath of skunk spray. “Put her down,” he shouted once more.
“Get to the car,” Anya ordered once more, her voice never raising higher then her normal octave. “Back off Xander. We’ve already discussed this. She need medical treatment.”
“What the fuck do you think Wesley is here for,” he grouched out in anger, staggering closer to the stubborn women. “It’s not like we keep him here for his strength.”
At this notion, Wesley stood up from his kneeling position, coming to stand mere inches from the alcohol reeking man. “Pardon me?” Questioned the in-house doctor.
“You heard me poindexter. Now get back to fixing Tara so you can fix this slut,” he shouted out, pointing at the limp form of the lead Warrior, dangling in the hands of Dawn and Devin. Before the older man could say anything in response a strong hand implanted itself firmly in the center of his chest, pushing him backwards. Taking the hint that the larger man was in no mood, Wesley set about his preparation to mend Tara‘s fractured wrist.
“You’re a real dumbass you know that,” Anya said sternly as she stared the inebriated man down.
“What?” He said venomously as he took a step forward. “Say that again.”
“You’re a real dumbass,” Anya repeated in the same stern voice as before. “You wanted her out of here within three hours. I’m getting her out with in one. Not to mention, I don’t need to call the Warrior’s if she’s taken to the hospital, the staff there will worry about calling her next of kin.”
“As much as I hate to admit this, she has a point,” said Butch, having come out of the kitchen upon hearing all of the commotion.
“I know she has a fucking point,” spat out Xander as he ran his hand through his slicked back greasy hair. “Where’s Chuck and Larry?” He asked after a moment of silence.
“Playing video games in the wreck room,” Butch put forth as he took a swig from his beer. “Why?”
“Go grab them. Make sure they are all… set up.” He ordered Butch before turning his attention back to Anya. “If you’re so dead set on bringing this bitch to the hospital then I want some actual muscle to go along. This shrew is to cunning and I don’t need her escaping.”
“Whatever,” Anya huffed out as she waved on Devin and Dawn, indicating she wanted them to get to the car. She stared at the glaring brown eyed man for a few more seconds before walking out of the house.
“I expect you back with in two hours,” Xander shouted from the door way, his hands gripping the wooden frames tightly. “That gives you more then enough time to dump that worthless bitch off and get back here.” Not receiving a reply back, the intoxicated Destroyer slammed the wooden door shut, kicking it for added emphasis.
‘Think Anya’s turning?” Butch asked as he came back into the room to stand besides Xander.
“I don’t know what she’s thinking in that idiotic brain of hers.” He shot out as he staired out the windw in the direction the car left. “But I don’t like it.”
“She’s just trying to help,” Wesley said meekly, not looking up from the sling he was placing gently around the blondes shoulder.
“I didn’t realize you were in this conversation Wesley,” Butch said sarcastically with a smirk.
“I’m just saying.”
“I don’t care what you’re saying. In fact, you’re not suppose to say shit,” remarked Butch in a hateful tone as he pointed a accusing finger at the slightly older man. “You’re just here to fix wounds.”
“And speaking of wounds,” Xander interjected as he strode purposely over towards the blue couch. “Is she all healed?”
“Yes, all of her wounds are dressed and I just set her sling,” Wesley replied as he started putting away his oitments and gauze strips. “She shouldn’t mov…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Xander’s meaty hand pushed his head to the side, effectively knocking the squatting man off balance, causing him to topple over sideways. “Good. Know leave,” Xander said briskly as he kicked the man in his hindquarters’ as he tried to get to his feet. “Faster.”
“Here, let me help you Wes,” Grinned Butch as he gripped the in-house doctors grey shirt with both hands. Lifting the tiny man from off of the ground, Butch dragged him to the house’s main entrance. Swinging open the wooden door, Butch unceremoniously tossing the doctor out of the house, watching as the man thudded against the cement walk way. “Call you when we need you again Wes.” He laughed out before slamming the door close.
Walking back into the living room he watched as his best friend ran a gentle hand down the blondes swollen cheek. “How she doing?”
“Fine.” Xander answered, not looking up from the women’s face. “And when she wakes up I will make her feel even better.”
***
The brown station wagon slowed down as it neared the outside entrance of the hospital’s emergency room. The black tinted, passenger’s side window rolled down half way as the five individuals inside of the car, looked around the nearly disserted hospital parking lot. “Huh, for a hospital located near four fighting gangs, you would think there would be more people here,” Said Dawn as she looked out her rolled down window.
“Should we take her in?” Devin asked out loud.
“Fuck that,” grouched Larry from the back of the car. “Let’s just drop her off here and be done with it.”
“I agree,” piped in Chuck, also sitting in the back of the car.
“No,” Anya said as she shut off the car’s engine. “I’m taking her inside.”
“Are you daft?” Larry asked bitterly. “They will arrest us.”
“Then stay here,” Anya replied back as she tossed the car keys to Dawn. “I’m taking her in.”
“I’m going with you,” Dawn insisted, tossing the keys to Devin who was sitting besides the banged up redhead, before exiting the car.
Gnashing his teeth together while rolling his eyes, “You guys won’t be able to lift her.” Devin said as he tossed the keys onto the dashboard. “I’ll take her in for you.”
“What the fuck is this shit?” Larry bellowed in outrage. “When the fuck did everyone become apart of the mother fucking partridge family!”
“Xander said drop her off and come right back,” Chuck said as he grabbed the latch on the back door, preparing to jump out and halt the trio’s movements. “He didn’t say take her in and make her feel comfortable.”
“Get out of my way Chuck,” Devin said dryly as he shifted the women’s dead weight against his chest.
“I’m afraid we can’t do that,” said Larry as he came to stand beside Chuck, shifting his black jean jacket backwards off of his hip, showing the tall brunette the gun that was tucked into the front of his pants. “Put her down Devin… before I put you down.”
“Take it … take it easy Larry,” the tall man said shakily as he slowly lowered the redhead’s body to the chipping asphalt. “We’re all friends here.”
“Get back in the car,” Larry ordered the group, his hand coming to rest on the butt of the gun. He watched as Devin ushered Dawn into the car first before getting in himself. “You next Anya.”
“I can’t leave her here like this,” Anya protested, stepping closer to the unconscious women. “She’s badly injured Larry. She needs instant medical assistance.”
“You’re gonna need medical assistance if you don’t get back in that car,” Chuck order, he too showing off a gun half hidden in his pants. “Butch and Xander’s orders.”
“Do what you must,” Anya rebutted. “But she’s going in.”
“You’re one stubborn son of a bitch,” smirked Larry as he removed his gun from it’s hiding spot. “And I like you for that.”
***
“No, nobody rush, I’ll get it,” Shouted Echo as she walked briskly into the parlor to answer the phone that was on it’s sixth ring. “Hello?” She said into the receiver. “Yes, this is she.”
She listened to the person on the other end of the phone before speaking up again once more. “When… when did you find her? Is she alright?”
“What’s the matter?” Asked Spike, hearing the panic tone in his girlfriends voice. He came to stand by the brunette, hoping to catch some of the conversation trickling through the other side of the phone.
“Willow,” she mouthed to the platinum haired man. “She’s at the hospital.”
“Is she okay?” He asked her but was met with a digit indicating for him to shut up. “Echo?”
“Alright. Alright” She said to the person on the other end of the phone. Uhm…. I’ll be there as fast as I can,” she said before hanging up.
“Echo, what happened?” Spike asked instantly, barely waiting for the women to hit ‘end’ on the phone. “Where’s Willow? Is she okay?”
“She’s hurt,” Echo said serenely, as she hung up the cordless phone. “They… a paramedic on break found her laying in the parking lot. She’s, she’s really hurt Spike,” she got out as tears started to roll down her cheeks.
“Shh, it’s fine,” Spike said in a whisper as he brought the trembling girl into a hug. “She’s gonna be fine.” He waited a few seconds for the brunette to calm down before easing her back. “Stay here, I’m gonna go get Buffy and Faith.”
“Okay,” She sniffled as she lent up against the wall. “Actually, I should page some guys. We might need some more back up.”
“Alright,” Spike agreed as he rubbed his forehead. “Get a hold of John, Ajax, Spencer, and Striker. Tell them to meet us at the hospital.”
No problem,” Echo said in agreement as she pulled out her cell phone.
Spike nodded his head once more before walking off in the direction of the kitchen, intending to fill the two Warriors in on the debacle that has happened with their leader. What he walked in on however was something he was not expecting. His eye’s widen in surprise as he witnessed the auburn haired women straddling the blonde in the throws of ecstasy.
As Faith straightened her head back up and her eyes flickered open, she noticed a blurry figure standing in the kitchen doorway. “Spike, what the fuck!”
“Oh, please do continue.” He said with a giddy smile. “But you might want to make it quick. We need to head to the hospital.” With that he spun around on his heels, leaving the blushing blonde and seething brunette alone to get dressed.
***
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