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Where Kitchen, hallways between there and Sam Winchester's floor, outside in front of the mansion
When: Bendy time to Friday evening (enjoy the benefits of bendytime?)
Rating: R (violence, language, multiple character deaths)
Summary: Faith finally snaps, enjoying a killing spree and some of the characters rally to stop her.
Notes: This log post will act as the main action post for the immediate mini!plot. This just means that all of the things we've discussed in email should probably occur here, in the threads I've set up, to make everything easy to handwave and bendytime. If any of you want to play out anything else, feel free to make another thread or your own post, however you wanna do it. If you can OOCly link back to this post, or the corresponding thread(s) when you post to the characters' journals, that would rock but it's just a suggestion to keep everyone on the same page. Feel free to melee tag at all of these threads, and vague it up whenever details that haven't been played out happen. If I missed anything as always, let me know and let's go have some fun!
the Story:
The last snap is tiny; like the subtle sound she makes when stepping on a twig out in the forest. Only the forest doesn't help her escape anymore. Faith's gone blind, and she roams through the mansion looking for something to stop the thoughts in her head. Waking up out of a fucking video game that she hadn't even realized wasn't normal had been just another mind fuck, enough to push her over that last little edge she'd been hanging onto. Electricity hums through her muscles, but another fight isn't going to cut it; bruises only hurt so long, broken bones set and heal too quickly to distract from the real pain. She stinks of smoke and alcohol and it doesn't help anymore, doesn't cover up the smell of blood on her hands. So why keep trying to escape?

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"I'm not starting anything with you, Faith," Reid told her, taking a step closer. "And we're not trying to catch you. I don't want to lock you anywhere. I just want you to think about what your doing. Think about all the progress you made back home and here. I know you didn't get to make amends the way you wanted to but that doesn't mean you can't make them here. Doing this, hurting these people won't make it any better. It won't make you feel better and no matter how much pain you cause, it won't swallow you up."

Well... he had thought he was hidden from view, but maybe not so well as he had tried to be. Anyway, Reid seemed to know a little more about the background of killer girl which he now knew was called Faith... ironic. So he just let him talk to see if he could knock some sense into her. But really from experience, they both knew that psycho killers didn't listen to sense.

Since he obviously wasn't as hidden as he thought, with her looking in his direction and Reid saying 'we', he just stayed back and listened, watching the situation with his gun at ready, but finger relaxed on the trigger.

She didn't want to think; all the things Reid was trying to get her to do were the things she wanted to avoid. Derek looked more ready to do what was necessary, if he was fast enough. He looked pretty fucking confident that he was.

"Don't wanna feel better," she answered, almost petulantly. Well, she was pretty fucking young comparatively. You couldn't pound sense into Faith with a mallet, sense and Faith? Oil and water, especially in this state. She looked back at Derek warily, a bit of a challenge in her eyes. Do it. Pull the trigger.

"Thought about it already. Thinking there's gotta be someone." Someone strong enough to put her out of everyone else's misery. Out of commission. Faith took a few more steps toward Reid. You wanted to talk senseless? Reid was definitely worse than Faith in that category. She darted forward after slowly closing more space and grabbed at him, aiming to get him in front of her by the neck.

Reid knows Derek is at his back. He has no delusions that he's got control of this situation but he was hoping for a little more than that from her. There's definitely a look of disappointment on his face when Faith grabs him by the neck and pulls him around where she wants him. His hands are still up.

"Faith..."

He can't act as a shield for her when she's moving him around like a rag doll.

"Derek, don't." He's trying to protect her and give her a chance even now. He can't deny that he's a little afraid though and his heart is beating faster. Despite the fact that he's not stuttering all his other ticks are in effect and going into over drive. He's swallowing hard, blinking a lot and chewing at his lips. His jaw is twitching a little and his hands are shaking.

"Reid!" Well fuck. Who didn't see this coming? Every muscle is suddenly tense in Derek's body and he's looking for a place to shoot... which is hard with Reid scrambling. Cause heck no he's not shooting his friend.

"What? Don't? Fuck that." He really just said 'dont'. That was laughable... if Reid weren't in a choke hold right now. Right now it wasn't that funny. Just a little nuts. Just wait for the shot to open up. Wait for a spot of psycho skin that isn't near Reid's skin.

Disappointment is Faith's best frenemy. It follows her around on the faces of people she gets close to, lets her know that she's still doing the same old Faith dance of fucking up and it pisses her off more than anything else. What right did Reid have to possess any kind of expectation from her? He was just some cop that thought he knew her, talked to her here and there over a few months and now he gets to be disappointed?

Were she normal, she might not be annoyed by the nervousness he shows after she grabs him. As it is, she shakes him a little when he says her name -- and when Derek calls out to his friend. She grins, happy that the macho cop's responding the right way.

"Oh, see? I knew I made you nervous but I figured being pressed up on me wouldn't be that bad. Seriously dude. You need to get laid." Faith's tone is flippant, and she's moving him with her as she inches backwards, but she isn't putting the vice grip on him. She knows she doesn't really need to.

"It's n-not that," Reid tells her. "Sort of the kn-knife you've got that makes me nervous." She's got him slightly bent back because he's taller than her. The grip she has on his neck is uncomfortable but not painful. She's right, he couldn't get away from her if he wanted to.

"Faith, if you kill me, you're as bad as they said you are. I'm not fighting you. I'm not trying to hurt you. I can't believe you're going to let them be right. All those people who told you that you were bad. That you couldn't measure up. That you were second best. If you don't stop this, you prove them all right. Let me go, let me help you and it's a big fuck you to everyone."

Wow. Reid just cursed. He had honestly never heard that... ever... EVER. Derek took a moment to be surprised at that, eyebrows lifted and a shrug before he got back in the moment.

He stepped closer as Faith backed herself and Reid up. "Faith. Let him go. He didn't do anything to you. He's out here trying to help... talking you down. He's giving a damn and you're gonna hurt him to repay him? No. Be better than that. Be better than this."

There's no denying that their words have an effect on her. Reid's an idiot, that's a fact, but he'll feel her grip loosen a little as he speaks. Derek's inconsequential to her, she knows he's just taking his smarter friend's lead.

"I can't," she stresses. Why don't they understand that shit? Coming back from what she did isn't possible. Angel, he had a reason - Faith's had her soul intact her whole life. Did all that shit with a conscience in her head. She chews at her lip, and as if she needs to draw more, she can taste the blood when her teeth cut in.

No. If she lets her guard down, it's going to be worse for everyone. "It doesn't work that way." She's reaching for reasons not to let them help her. They don't understand the world she comes from; she can't see how they could even begin to understand the evil there. That she brought it with her, and she'll never shake it. "You can't fix me."

Reid tries not to put too much stock in her relaxation and the obvious hedging she's doing. It does give him hope though. When he speaks his voice is a little stronger. He takes a minute to get all the little tweaks and twitches under control, relaxing just a bit in her grip.

"People aren't toys to be broken or fixed, Faith. We all cope the best way we know how one day at time. All we can do is try and that's something you're good at. You don't give up. You try. I'll help you try if you'll let me go."

Derek notices the slight ease in er muscles. It's a good sign and he lowers his gun just a few inches. He listens to the two, catching everything and trying to connect dots between things he didn't know. "No one can be fixed. Trust me, I know." God did he know. Sometimes he thought h needed to be fixed with how screwed up he was, things that had happened, things he had done. Then he had to work it out and remind himself to move forward.

"Reid's a good guy. Let him help you move forward. Be strong, Faith. I know it's hard. But take the stronger path, the harder one. Not the easy one." Preaching to the choir. But if Faith knew anything about him, which she didn't, she would know he was being honest. He wasn't sure sincerity and genuineness would get through to her right now... not with that look in her eye. That made him nervous. "Let him go. Let him go, Faith."

She's on a good path, listening to them both as they speak. Faith starts to wonder, just for a split second if maybe she could make up for it in this hell. There's a possibility that she's being tested here, that she's supposed to pass.

Then she realizes that they're dropping their guard and even though it isn't entirely, Faith doesn't react well. If she were normal, she'd take it as a sign of trust and move forward like Derek said. The way she sees it, though, is that they think she's going soft - have we mentioned the lack of sanity here? Faith pulls Reid close again and drops her knife to his midsection.

"You're wrong!" She says through gritted teeth and it's closer to a wail than just yelling. If she's denying what they've said, or that she's going soft, it doesn't matter. She makes up her mind in that instant.

She pulls her hand away from Reid, takes a deep breath and drives it in toward them. It feels like slow motion; like she's fighting through gravity just to complete the act. Faith holds onto him tight, and she drags the knife across his torso before pulling it out.

Then she drops him. And charges Derek, part of her hoping that he's fast enough, good enough to shoot her in the heart.

He's so genuinely shocked that for a minute he doesn't feel anything. He thought she was going to let them help. He thought he'd invested just enough time in her that she wouldn't hurt him. It takes a minute for the icy pain to catch up with him. He bites off a sharp yell of pain, eyes rolling as he looks around for Derek and tries to place Faith.

Morgan's going to shoot her, he knows that but he's not sure why. He wants to tell him that he needs help but he can't get the breath to form words. There's a victim here he was supposed to be protecting. He knows that much but there's so much pain that he can't remember who the victim is. He'll just close his eyes and maybe it'll help him think.

The victim might have been Faith at one point, but not anymore. She's given up victim rights as far as Derek is concerned. Victim rights go to Reid for being naive and losing his whole genius status in this whole scenario. Besides, Derek was big on not playing the whole victim game... never again for him, not in a long long time. That's why he was shocked too to see Faith doing it. He had really thought they were getting through to her too.

Wrong. Dead wrong. And now it was on. "Reid! Ohhhh... fuck no." He shook his head.

Seeing blood gushing out of Reid was a shock. Then he saw her moving towards him and he instantly aimed and shot. A bullet that landed in the side of her torso, all meat. It wouldn't have hit anything vital, just hurt like hell and started bleeding. A second shot that missed because she was moving and close. She was gonna attack him and every judo class and self-defense class he had ever taught at the FBI training academy told him to get ready.

He tossed the gun away, out of her reach. And braced himself. The moment she was close enough he landed a hard punch to her jaw and then turned, a round-house kick just barely missing her as she ducked to dodge it. He knew she was hella strong... somehow... magically... and he was pretty sure he would lose this fight. But the point here was that he wasn't going out without a fight. He wasn't giving up. No way.

Faith's always been a stranger to herself, but even now she was looking through the eyes of a stranger. When the first bullet hit, she bit off a yell, dropping the knife. She continued on, darting to the side in anticipation of Derek's aim.

The punch connected, and she moved with it, spinning to face away from him and dropping to the ground. She swept a leg out, aiming to take the ground from under Derek and moving up again in case it didn't, aiming an elbow to his nose.

She's telegraphing like hell, but hoping she moves fast enough for it to not matter.

He jumped quickly up and out of the way to avoid the kick. He didn't miss the elbow to the nose though... and it hurt; a crack of bone and blood dripping down over his lips. It hurt bad and was obviously broken. Damn she was strong... too strong. How could karma give that strength to someone who shot people and not to someone who wanted to do the right thing? Fuck karma.

A second of recovery and he was aiming his hand was curled into a fist again and coming in to meat her face if she didn't dodge.

Oh look, tough guy Fed this time around. At least she could pretend it's some kind of challenge. She moved with the fist coming toward her and made a move to grab it, and pull Derek in down toward her.

She throws her own head forward to attempt to connect with his and finally drop him.

Her grabbing his fist was unexpected. Damn she moved fast. She pulled him forward, hard and their heads met. It dazed him and he looked her in the eyes. "You can stop this." He whispered.

She stared back, and she might have softened if she wasn't tipping completely over the edge. Faith shrugged. "That's what I'm doing," she replied before moving to grab his head and drive her knee into him.

He wanted to tell her that she was doing the opposite of that. She was giving in not stopping. But the blow of her knee to his head was enough to knock him out. The world tilted sideways and he fell to the ground.

When Derek crumpled, Faith pushed him away and stepped back a few paces. She needed to breathe and she couldn't do it here. Not where her mind was crowded with way too much for her to process.

She'd met Derek what, once? It was easy to distance herself from knocking him out but she knew who lay behind her. She knew he wasn't going to be getting up any time soon. Faith had wanted to put oceans between them, and she was pretty sure she succeeded.

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