Part 6
As the silence stretched throughout the room Willow's smile slowly began to ease away.
“Giles say something, so I know you didn't have a heart attack from shock.”
“Uh,” Giles replied. “I don't know quite what to say.”
“At least I know you're still alive.” Willow tried to smile again. She was caught half way in between being embarrassed and wanting to throw herself at him. The longer she leaned on his chest and drank in his scent, the more she was leaning toward the latter.
“Uh, Willow,” he tried again. “What just happened here?”
“I kissed you,” she said and felt herself start to blush, “and you kissed me back.”
“That's what I thought.”
Willow shifted uncomfortably. Giles hadn't moved since he stopped kissing her and she getting nervous. Had he been dreaming about someone else and been totally repulsed when he woke up and saw her? “I can't see the expression on your face any more, Giles. You have to talk to me.”
“I. . .ah. . .I. . .”
“Fine,” she said harshly, “I get the picture.” Willow tried to push off his chest to sit up, but Giles wrapped his arms around her.
“No, I don't think you do,” he said.
“What?” Willow snapped. “It's obvious you don't want to be here with me, so why should I stick around?” A second later Willow felt Giles' lips press hard against hers. He kissed her thoroughly and pull away.
“Let me explain,” he pleaded.
“OK,” she agreed, more than a little breathless.
Giles sighed. “I thought it was a dream. I was kissing Willow. Such a thing could not be reality, but when I opened my eyes I saw your smiling face there was no denying the truth.” He was quiet for a few moments. Then one of his hands moved to cup her cheek. “You are so beautiful, and there's nothing I want more than to kiss you again.”
“What's stopping you?” Willow interrupted, a grin now firmly in place.
“But I can't.”
“Why not?” she demanded.
“I won't be your therapy, Willow. If I kiss you again now, I don't know if I could stop.”
“Who said I would ask you to?” Willow shot back. “And why would you be ‘therapy'?”
“You have been traumatized.” Willow huffed. “You have,” Giles insisted. “I don't want what we might or might not do together to be part of your recovery process. I couldn't live with that. I want you, Willow, but I want all of you. I refuse to be. . .” He trailed off. “I love you, and I can't do this and live with anything less than knowing you love me in return.”
Willow's heart surged. She brought her hands to his shoulders and pulled herself up until she was straddling him. “Then we don't have a problem.”
“What are you saying?” Giles asked shocked.
Willow's hands traveled up his body until they reached his face. She covered his mouth with her fingers. “Shut up and kiss me.”
Giles obviously needed no further encouragement. His hands framed her face and he slowly and gently brought his lips to hers. Willow savored the sensation, but it wasn't enough. She brought her hands to his head, laced her fingers through his hair and pulled his head toward her mouth. Willow thrust her tongue into his mouth and curled it around his.
“I'm not fragile,” she told him after she pulled away. “Love me, Giles. Not like I'm going to break, but like. . . I won't accept anything less from you, either.”
The next thing she knew she was flat on her back and Giles was on top of her, unclasping her overalls and pulling them down. “You asked for it,” he said. Willow could hear the smile on his face and laughed.
Giles pulled her sweater and shirt up and clasped his mouth over her nipple. Giles sucked roughly and scraped his teeth over the tip. Willow gasped. She hadn't been expecting him to be *this* forward. She pulled both her tops over her head to give him as much access as he needed. Giles took immediately advantage of her exposed flesh and ran his tongue all the way down her chest to her stomach.
The touch of his tongue that low on her body excited her in ways she had never dared to imagine. She kicked off her shoes, and at the same time brought her hands to her hips to try to push her overalls off her body. “Don't stop there.”
Giles stopped his exploration of her long enough to help her remove her clothing, and then turned his attention back to her stomach and chest. He ran his tongue around her navel while plucking her nipples with his hands. Willow squirmed underneath him. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down further.
Giles raised his head off her body. “Is that a hint?” he teased. Willow was about to respond, when she felt Giles' tongue on her again and *much* lower this time.
“Yes,” she hissed.
Giles chuckled, “A demanding little one, aren't you?” He found the center of her desire easily and stroked her. Willow's hands clutched the headboard behind her, her mouth gaped open, and she suddenly forgot how to breathe. Nothing had ever felt this good before. She rocked her hips into his mouth as the sensation got more and more intense. Willow thought she would explode at any second, but Giles didn't let up. Within seconds her entire body was shaking from the full force of an earth-shattering orgasm. She breathed quickly and heavily, trying gather herself back together again.
Giles kissed his way back up her body until he was hovering over her. “Are you all right?” he asked quietly.
Willow brought her hands to his waist and deftly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. “Not yet, I'm not,” she said huskily. Her hand dove inside Giles' boxers and she wrapped her fingers around him. Giles breathed in sharply, as she massaged him. “Fuck me, Giles.”
Willow removed her hand to push his pants over his hips, and before she had the chance to prepare herself Giles thrust deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him. He rocked against her, letting her adjust to his size. Willow responded by tightening her grip around him. “Harder, faster,” she whispered into his ear. Giles didn't need more instructions. He pounded himself against her, until they were both shaking uncontrollably from the release.
They lay against one another panting for a few moments, until Giles rolled onto his side and curled up next to her. Willow rolled over, so she could nestle against him. “I love you,” she whispered against his chest.
“I never dreamed I would ever hear you say that,” he replied. “I love you, too.”
“Welcome home,” Willow said more to herself than to him, wondering if she would ever be able to get the smile off of her face.
Part 7
Two Weeks Later
“Willow? Giles?” Buffy yelled from the doorway. “Are you guys home?”
“I'm up here, Buffy,” Willow hollered back.
Buffy made her way up the stairs to Willow's room. It was strange, since Will had only been staying here for a short time, that Buffy already thought of it as that. < But then again when you live on the Hellmouth you learn to go with the flow > she thought as she rounded the top of the steps. “Get your shoes on, cuz we're getting out of this--” Buffy stopped. The room was empty and exceptionally clean, even the bed was made. “Where'd you go?”
“In here.”
Buffy followed the voice down the hall to Giles' room. She cautiously poked her head in the door. “Will?” Willow was seated on Giles' bed, wearing nothing but a man's pajama top, and hovering over some weird white plastic sheets. Buffy stared at her. < What the hell? >
“Come on in,” Willow invited.
Buffy didn't move. “What are you doing in here?” she asked.
Willow's hands scanned over the plastic sheets in front of her. “It's Braille. Giles picked them up for me yesterday.” She patted the bed next to her. “It's kind of cool. Sit down and I'll show you.”
Buffy shook her head. “Not ‘what are you doing' but ‘what are you doing in here'?
Willow turned to her with a confused expression on her face. “What do you mean. . . Oh.” As the realization hit her Willow's cheeks turned a bright shade of scarlet. “You mean ‘what am I doing on Giles' bed', don't you?”
“That's one of the questions,” Buffy agreed.
“I wanted to tell you,” Willow said adamantly. “I really did, but Giles. . .”
“Tell me what?”
Willow turned even redder as she explained. “Giles and I have been *together* since I got out of the hospital. I sleep in here now.”
“Together?” Buffy said in disbelief.
“Together.”
“Sleeping?”
“Sleeping.”
“Ew,” Buffy said without thinking. “I mean, that's great. You. . .and Giles. . .sleeping. . .togeth-- I'm sorry, Will, but I can't past the ew.”
“I know it's weird, but I'm happy. Can we just leave it at that?” Willow asked.
“Consider it left,” Buffy said quickly, wanting to move as quickly as she could onto *any* other topic. “So that's Braille.”
Willow sighed and relaxed a little bit. “Yeah, Dr. Wright suggested I get in contact with some people so I can learn how to cope with. . .everything that's happened.”
“That's probably good,” Buffy said and crept slowly into the room and sat down on the bed next to Willow. Buffy could count the times she had been in this room with the fingers of one hand, not counting thumbs, and all of those had something to do with some horrible catastrophe. It was more than weird to be in here with Will having a normal conversation.
Willow laid one of the sheets in front of Buffy. “Run your hand over it,” she instructed. “All those bumps are the letters and numbers. These a little bigger than normal, but that's because I'm just learning. I'll work up to the little ones soon.”
“Cool,” replied Buffy, not knowing what else to say.
“Are you OK with it?” Willow asked.
“Sure, learning this stuff will help you out a lot.”
“No,” Willow shook her head. “The me and Giles thing.”
“I thought we left that?”
“We just un-left it.”
“Umm,” Buffy struggled to find something to say, something other than ‘ew.' “I'm not going to tell you its not wigging me out a little bit.”
“That's understandable,” Willow agreed quietly. She looked so vulnerable. She had looked this way since the accident.
Buffy hated it, but what was she supposed to do? Buffy wasn't a doctor, she couldn't fix what was wrong. She wanted to support Willow however she could but Giles? It was just too crazy, but then again. . . The more she thought about it the more it made sense. Her watcher always seemed to have a soft spot for the red headed witch, and then there was the way Giles refused to leave Willow's side at the hospital. Maybe it wasn't a crazy as she first thought. < And with everything else Willow didn't need any crap from anyone about anything > Buffy had to admit to herself. “I'm fine with it,” she finally said.
Willow brightened instantly. “Really?” she squeaked.
“Yeah, really. I want you to be happy, and if being with Giles makes you happy then I'm all for it.” But that didn't mean she wanted to keep talking about it. “You are happy aren't you.”
“Blissfully,” Willow replied with a huge grin on her face.
Buffy shuddered involuntarily. “So, where is Giles?” she asked trying to change the subject again.
“He went to the market to pick up some stuff for dinner.”
< So, Giles will be gone for awhile. . . This is as good a time as any. > “Will, can I ask you a question?” Buffy asked tentatively.
“Sure, what?”
“What do you remember about the accident?”
Willow put down her Braille board and scooted herself back onto the pillows. “I was wondering how long it would take.”
“What do mean?” Buffy asked cautiously.
“The police have been here,” Willow said. “I know what everyone thinks. It was only a matter of time before you turned into revenge-girl on me.”
Buffy moved closer to her and put her hand on Willow's knee. “But what do *you* think?”
“I don't know,” Willow sighed. “If someone hit me on purpose, I want to find out why, but other than that I really don't know.” Willow pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. “So what have you found out so far? Don't try to tell me you haven't been looking around, because hello, best friend here. I know you a little better than that.”
“Not much,” Buffy admitted. “I checked out where it happened, nagged Riley into getting his hands on the police report for me, and even beat the crap out of Willy the Snitch. Nobody seems to know much of anything. I was hoping you could fill the holes.”
“Sorry, but all I remember is a black car, and who knows how many thousands of those are in Sunnydale. And Buffy?”
“Yeah?”
“Promise me you'll be careful. I don't want you getting into any trouble or getting hurt.”
“I promise,” Buffy assured her. “I will find them.”
“And when you do, do me a favor.”
“Anything.”
“Don't kill them.”
“Huh?” Buffy asked confused.
“There are a few things I'd like to say to them before they're puffed.”
Buffy smiled, at least they hadn't killed Willow's spirit. Buffy doubted anything could ever do that. “So, you and Giles?” she said before she could stop herself.
“Yes,” said Willow with an expression that could light up the entire room. “I know it's all freaky. If you told me a month ago I would be sleeping with Giles, I would have told you to stop doing drugs, but yes. It makes so much sense to me now. He was there all along. All I had to do was open my eyes and see. . .OK, bad analogy, but you get the point.”
Willow was so happy and so enthusiastic, Buffy found herself smiling right back. “I get the point.”
“He makes me so happy, Buffy. I love him.”
“Love?” <Wow, a lot can happen in a few weeks> Buffy thought.
“Yes, love. Can you believe it? I love him and he loves me.” Willow blushed. “I don't want to gross you out or anything, but oh my God. Giles has definitely picked up some skills along the way that have nothing to do with demon hunting.”
“You're kidding?” Buffy asked aghast.
“I am so not,” Willow shot back. “He makes me wonder why I wasted all that time on Oz. Just think of all the orgasms I missed.” She giggled. “Jeez, I sound like Anya.”
“Only little bit freakier,” Buffy agreed. “Who knew anyone could be freakier than Anya?”
Both girls collapse into giggles.
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When Giles came home he heard the sound of Willow's laughter and smiled. It was nice to hear her laughing again. He set the bag of groceries on the counter and went up stairs. “Willow, love, I'm home,” he said as he entered their room and stopped short. Willow was sitting on *their* bed with Buffy lost in a fit of giggles. < What is Buffy doing here? > “Buffy. . .love,” he said, clumsily trying to ensure their cover, “you're obviously home as well.”
Both girls turned toward as he spoke, their faces bright red from laughing.
“Giles, *love*, it's good to see you too,” Buffy said and collapsed into Willow's lap, laughing so hard tears were streaming down her face.
“It's OK Giles. It told her,” Willow said, as soon as she had regained a little of her composure.
“Oh,” said Giles. “That. . .that's lovely. . . So, Buffy knows.”
“Everything!” Buffy added still laughing.
“Shh,” Willow hushed her.
“That's lovely,” Giles said again, turning red, and started backing out of the room. “I'm going to. . .ah, leave. . .to put the groceries away.” He left as quickly as he could and went to the kitchen.
“I'll help you,” Buffy called after him.
“NO!,” Giles shouted back at her. “There's no need.” He went to the counter to unload the paper bags. < Willow told Buffy? What was she thinking? Oh lord, how are we going to deal with this? > The sound of Buffy's footfalls rapidly descending the stairs brought him back to the task at hand and he started to unpack his purchases.
Before he knew what was happening Buffy cornered him against the refrigerator and was poking him in the chest with her extended index finger. “Tell me you love her,” she demanded. Her voice was quiet yet menacing. “Because if you're pulling some perv Hugh Heffner deal on her right now, I swear I'll kill you.”
“Yes, I love her,” Giles said quickly, unsure of how far Buffy would take this potective bit.
Buffy dropped her hand. “Good. I really didn't want to kill you, you know,” she said sheepishly.
“That's refreshing,” Giles said and relaxed a bit.
“So, what's for dinner?”
Giles sighed. “Pasta. Are you planning to--” His question was cut off by a loud crash coming from upstairs.
“What was that?” Buffy asked instantly in full slayer mode.
“Relax,” Giles said gently. “Willow, still gets disoriented sometimes and knocks things over. I'm sure it's nothing. I'll just go pop in and check on her.”
“You're sure?” Buffy asked and started to relax a little.
“I'm sure it's nothing. Make yourself useful and peal the onions for me. I'll be back in a moment.” Giles trotted up the stairs. “Willow, dear, is everything--” But Willow wasn't there. A curtain wafting in the breeze only movement in the room. Giles was sure the window had been closed before, because they had turned on the central air just last week. A horrible thought shot through his brain. He ran over to the window. “Willow!” he screamed, but there was no answer.
Part 8
Within the hour almost everyone had congregated at Giles' apartment. Buffy paced back and forth through the living room. Xander sat on the couch, wringing his hands together. Anya sat next to him with her usual distant, preoccupied look on her face. Giles watched them all from the kitchen and tried to keep himself busy by cleaning his glasses over and over again. Spike, who had been chased there by a group of day-fairing demons still a bit peeved at him for the whole ‘fighting against his own kind thing', was slumped into a corner of room, looking completely pissed off to be there.
“I'm not waiting any more,” Buffy announced. “Riley will get here when he gets here. Let's go ahead and start without him.”
“Start what?” Spike sneered. “It's not as if you've got a clue. There's no demon to research and kill. Just what do you think you're going to do?”
“Yeah,” Anya agreed. “There's no point to it anyway. Whoever took her has already tried to kill her once. She's probably already dead, so there's no real rush to search for the body.”
“Shut up, honey,” Xander snapped.
“I'm just saying. . .” she tried to defend herself.
“And he said SHUT UP!” Buffy exclaimed. “Willow is alive. She has to be.”
“Why?” Spike asked. “Because Red being ‘not among the living' goes against the rules of her slayerness' universe? Give me a break.”
“I *so* don't need another excuse to slay you,” Buffy said, grabbing a stake.
“Do stop being childish,” Giles spoke for the first time in almost an hour. “Buffy, you can kill Spike on your own time for all I bloody care, but now we have to concentrate on finding Willow.”
Buffy could see the pain in her watcher's eyes. She hadn't realized until now how hard this must be on him. Giles had lost not only a friend, like the rest of them, he had lost his love. She walked over to him and put a hand reassuring on his arm. “I'll find her for you,” she said gently.
Spike laughed sharply. “I never took you for the Humbert Humbert type. But then the witch has always been your favorite.”
Giles grabbed the stake out of Buffy's hand and rushed toward Spike. Xander jumped up and pulled him back just before the wood pierced Spike's shirt.
“Let go of me!” Giles yelled, struggling against Xander's grip.
“Cool it, Giles,” Xander said. He was completely confused about what had made Giles go all ‘Ripper' on them and even more the confused as to what in hell Spike was talking about, but they could figure that out later. “You were right. We have to concentrate on finding Willow,” Xander reminded him.
Giles shoulders fell. “Fine,” he snapped and shook his shoulders out of Xander's grasp. Xander let him go and took a step back, but only a step. “But if that insolent little prick says one more word about Willow, I'm going to kill him.”
“Are you going to let him talk to me like that?” Spike asked offended.
“Yes,” Buffy and Xander answered. Spike shrunk further into his corner. Giles slumped down onto a chair and put his head in his hands.
“OK,” said Buffy, wanting to get back to the task at hand. “We have to figure out who would want to kill Willow.”
“That's the problem we've been having all along, Buff,” Xander said. “Can you even count all of the nasties we must have ticked off in the past years? It's not exactly slim pickings. We've already checked everyone who makes any sense.”
“Except. . .”Anya said. They all turned to her and waited.
“Except who,” prompted Buffy.
“The Commandos,” Anya finished and shrugged.
Buffy shook her head. “If they knew anything about this Riley would have found out.”
“And your little boy friend is conveniently missing,” Spike pointed out.
“No,” Buffy insisted. “It's not the way the Initiative works. They want to capture, not kill, and it's not as if Willow's a threat to them.”
“She's a witch,” Anya said matter-of-factly. “That might be enough for them.”
“But they've never acted interested in magic,” Buffy countered.
“But,” Xander said and snapped his fingers, “they've had Ethan locked up for a while now. I'm sure they've found out something about dark mojo from him.”
Buffy gave him a look of disbelief. “That's reaching. Even if it was true, how would they know Willow was a witch.”
“Which brings us back to you new love bunny,” Spike said smiling.
As if on cue, Riley burst through the door. “They've got Willow,” he announced.
“Who?” Giles asked jumping out his chair.
“314. They're holding her in 314.”
“Are you sure?” Buffy asked as she grabbed her bag to go.
“I'm positive. I heard someone saying over the radio that a hostile, class 576, had been contained for further study.”
“Class 576?” Buffy looked confused. “What's that?”
“It's the classification assigned to Giles' friend. It means magic-user,” he replied quietly. “314 is the only area I don't have access. That's where they have to be holding her.” Buffy and Riley stared at each other for a moment, saying nothing.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” Xander asked, heading towards the door. “Let's go.”
Xander went out and was quickly followed by Anya and Giles. Before Giles left the doorway, he turned to Riley and glared. Riley shifted uncomfortably under the glance. “So help me God, if I find out you knew anything about this I swear I will kill you.” Giles' tone was cold and serious.
“I didn't,” Riley tried to defend himself, but Buffy cut him off.
“We're going,” she said and pushed both men out the door.
“At least it's not just me,” Spike said wryly and watched them leave.
Part 9
Pain shot through Willow's head as she slowly regained consciousness. She was laying something cold and metal. < Where am I? > She tried to open her eyes, but her muscles didn't seem to work. The last thing she remembered she was in her and Giles' bedroom getting dressed for dinner, when. . .when. . . She strained her mind to try to think further. She remembered her head being jerked back and a strange smell. . .and then nothing. She was about to struggle to move when she heard a door open and shut. Slow footfalls followed.
“Dr. Simons log, date 4/28/2000, 19:35HRS,” she heard a strange man say. Willow held herself perfectly still as she heard and felt him move around her. “Hostile 839 was successfully captured and brought in for study. It appears to still be under the influence of the chloroform and has not regained consciousness. I am going to anesthetize the subject further and insert the probes into its brain.” Willow flinched and silently prayed to every God and Goddess she had ever studied the doctor didn't notice.
The door opened again. “Dr. Simons, you are being requested in the infirmary,” another man's voice said.
“I'll be there in a moment, Lt. Worth. I want to prep this hostile for exploration first,” the doctor replied. The door clicked shut and Willow could hear the other man approach the doctor.
“What's this one?” the lieutenant asked. “She doesn't look very hostile.”
“It,” the doctor corrected absently, “is more dangerous than it appears. This hostile is known as Willow Rosenberg. It's a friend of the Slayer's.”
“The witch?” Lt. Worth said with more than a hint of humor in his voice. “I thought the Initiative decided magic users weren't high priority.”
“That was before we had good fortune to capture Hostile 216, Ethan Rayne.”
“The Watcher's friend?”
“That's the one.” Willow could hear the distinct sound of metal on metal as the doctor arranged some instruments near her head. “That one will spill anything if made the slightest bit uncomfortable. Certain energies are emitted whenever magic is used and thanks to Hostile 216, we can now track them.”
“And what does that have to do with this hostile?” the lieutenant asked.
The doctor moved to other side of the table. “When we were tracking Hostile 17, an unknown force interfered with our instruments. We eventually traced it to magic use. Thanks to Agent Finn's rambling when he was going through drug withdrawal, we found out this hostile considered itself a magic user. That's what the slayer had told him evidently, but I doubt he really believed it. Since the slayer has knowing harbored Hostile 17 before, we put two and two together.”
“And if we're wrong?”
“Then we're wrong,” the doctor said flippantly. “Either way we have eliminated one of the hostile forces working with the slayer. There's no harm done.”
< NO HARM DONE?!? > Willow silently screamed and fought to keep her body still.
“I can see why Riley didn't believe the slayer,” said the lieutenant. “It looks harmless, so small and weak.”
The doctor continued, “Because of its close relationship with the slayer, and therefore Agent Finn, we decided that permanently removing the hostile would be the best course of action. This one, however, is far more resilient than it seems. When it survived we decided it might be beneficial to study and brought it here.” The doctor patted Willow's thigh almost affectionately and she fought to not cringe. “I think we can learn a great deal from this one, especially since we can keep it alive without any fear of it escaping.”
“Why aren't you worried? Isn't it still a magic user?”
“Yes,” the doctor said with a smirk in his voice, “but in our efforts to permanently remove it, it was blinded.”
“Not much to worry about with a 100 pound blind girl,” the lieutenant agreed with a laugh. “I think we should be able to keep it under control.”
“Exactly. With everything we handle I don't foresee one cripple causing us a problem.”
Anger seethed through Willow's veins. < Under control? Cripple! I'll make them sorry. . .but how? > She had to think of something and fast. Willow tried to wiggle her fingers slightly, so the doctor wouldn't notice, and was pleased when they seemed to be reacting normally. The drugs had obviously worn off. < There has to be a spell. . .something I can do. > Then it hit her, < The ionization spell! > This spell could not only be used to scramble electronic waves, like when she had helped Spike, but in another form it could make an a single strong energy pulse. < If I can make it strong enough > she reason < I should be able to alter the electronic pulses in the room, including the lights. At least then we'd be on equal footing and a power surge should at least buy me some time. > The spell required an energy focus, such as a crystal normally, but it was the best she could come up with. If she concentrated on her anger that might be enough of a focus. . .maybe. < At least they didn't strap me down > she thought < but then I'm far to *harmless* to take those kind of precautions. >
“I'm going to finish up here and I'll meet you in the infirmary,” the doctor said. “I think I'll be safe,” he finished sarcastically.
“Of course, sir,” the other man said in acknowledgement with the same tone in his voice. Willow heard him walk away from the doctor and the door open and shut. She was alone with him now.
Willow then heard the doctor walk over to a corner of the room and seized her chance. She concentrated as hard as she could and began to murmur the words of the spell. For a moment nothing happened. Then she heard a loud crash from above and pin picks of heat, she guessed were sparks falling onto her body. < It worked! >
The doctor dropped whatever he was holding with a loud crash. “What the hell?” Willow heard him make his way over to the door and a dull thunk as he tried to open it. “Damn electronic doors.”
< I'm trapped! > Willow hadn't considered this. < What am I supposed to do now? > Willow let her hand travel slowly over to the table beside her. It fell on a large metal instrument. It was long and skinny with two pointed prongs coming out of one side. She picked it put as carefully as she could and moved her hand back to her side.
The doctor abandoned the door and returned to Willow. She could feel him lean over her body and smell the stench that was his breath. Willow seized the opportunity and brought the metal instrument up as hard as she could right where she estimated his head to be. She hit. . .something. . . She wasn't sure what, but the doctor reeled back and hit the wall from the force of the impact.
“What the hell?” the doctor yelled.
Willow jumped off the table and lunged herself in the direction of the doctor's voice. She swung the metal object as hard as she could. Her body filled with adrenaline as she felt one of it's pointed ends dig into flesh.
“Harmless?” she yelled and swung again. “Who's harmless now?” And again. “Small!” And again. Willow felt a warm liquid splash against her arms. She ignored it. “Weak!” She heaved the metal down again. Sirens began to roar all around her, but she didn't stop. “Does it feel like I'm crippled now?”
There was a harsh banging on the door, but it still didn't stop her. The door crashed open and she could hear several people enter the room. Willow felt arms reach around from behind her and trap both of her arms back. She fought against the grip, but who ever was holding her was far stronger than she was.
“No!” she screamed and continued to fight. “I won't be your experiment!”