The Slayer 314 Project: Whispers
by Philip S.
Summary: The Initiative is not what it seems, as Riley Finn's discovery of
the Slayer's identity rings in the final stage of the 314 project.
Spoilers: 4th Season up to the episode "Hush" on Buffy and "Hero" on Angel.
After that it's AU.
Part 1: Buffy
There is fire everywhere around me. So much fire. I can feel it crawling
across my skin, eating away at my body, drowning me in pain. Why does it
hurt so much? I am on fire and there is nothing I can do to stop the pain.
Can't someone stop the pain?
Flash. Someone is screaming directly in front of me. A man in a white lab
coat. He is on fire, just like me. He is screaming his pain out into the
world for everyone to hear. I don't scream. Why can't I scream? The burning
body is running around, the man within desperately looking for a way to
escape from the flames. Why can't I run away?
Flash. The room around me has become an inferno. The white walls are
bubbling and cracking, the flames devouring them like a kid does candy,
reaching up to the ceiling, halogen lights exploding in showers of white-
hot plastic and glass.
There is so much screaming.
People are everywhere, burning, screaming, dying. Some of them are wearing
white lab coats, the flames like those very much. They catch fire so
easily. Others are in uniform, green clothes that burn just as brightly.
Alarms are blaring in the distance, drowned out by the screams.
There is so much pain. The air around me seems to bleed and still I can't
even scream. Glaring fingers of agony are stabbing into my eyes, cutting
through my flesh like blades. Pain a thousand times worse than the feeling
of razor-sharp fangs sinking into my throat. I want to scream.
Without warning the force that has held me immobile suddenly falls away and
I crumble to the ground, my arms and legs useless. The room spins around
me, burning bodies, blackened walls, flames, a wild dance that makes me
dizzy. I can feel the hot metal floor beneath me, but it seems a distant
The pain fades and pleasant numbness takes its place.
It takes me a while to realize that the absence of pain is probably not a
A body is lying close by. A young woman, her face turned toward me. Her
eyes are open and she stares at me with the supreme disinterest only the
departed manage. There is a terrible emptiness in those eyes even as I can
see the flames that have already devoured half her body.
Someone starts to scream, someone close by. Who is screaming now? There are
so many screams but this one is so close, I can almost feel it against my
ears. The flames are coming closer, pressing in on me from all sides, and I
can't see who is screaming.
A second scream joins in, a scream so terrible it tears my thoughts apart.
Someone is dying horribly, a thousand demons tearing away her flesh and she
wants to share her pain with all the world. Her scream sends fresh waves of
agony through my veins and my blood feels like molten lava.
I have to get up. The flames are all around me, licking at me, trying to
devour me. I have to get out, I have to get away. I don't want to die! I am
not even nineteen years old, I don't want to die! There is no strength in
my legs and arms, though. How can there be such pain if I can't even move
my arms and legs?
Somewhere in between I realize that one of the screaming voices so close to
me is my own.
The ground beneath me heaves and trembles, the rumbling of explosions echo
through the room. There are still people screaming, I can hear them, but
they are more distant now. Those that can still scream are those that are
still running, running to get away from here. The fire is all around me
now. I have to get to my feet!
My skin seems to crawl off my body, tearing bloody pieces of flesh with it,
but I finally manage to move. Another body is next to me. Is that the other
one who is still screaming along with my own voice? Is it one or more
voices? I can't tell anymore. I can't stop screaming. Why can't I stop
screaming? Who is the other one?
No time, I can't stay here! Every movement is pure agony, but I have to get
out. I can see my arms and flames are dancing across them, my skin is
blackened and starting to bubble. Can't concern myself with that now! Too
much pain! Need to get out of here! My eyes find a door and in between
waves of violent seizures I manage to get moving. Door! A way out!
Corridors pass by me in a blur. Flames are everywhere, the tremble of more
explosions is cracking the ceiling, the floors, everything is coming apart.
More people are screaming, running, trying to get out of this underground
death trap. Faces come into my field of vision and vanish again, all of
them screaming, panicked, some are on fire. So much fire.
A mirror, warped by the flames. I am no longer in the underground lab, I am
on the surface. Yes, I recognize this. Lowell house, the building that
hides the entrance. How did I get up here? I have no memory of climbing
stairs. The warped mirror shows me something that can't possibly be me.
How can I still be on fire without being dead yet?
The house is crumbling around me, more fire, more screaming people. The
floor gives way beneath me and I run without thinking, the pain fading into
the background. Get out! Need to get out!
Flash! I remember being taken here. Someone took me here, betrayed me. A
man, someone I liked. Riley? Agony shooting through me, a bolt of
electricity. What did he do to me? Why did he do that?
Something explodes directly behind me and the shock wave picks me up like a
leave in the wind. Fire, walls, suddenly outside. Pavement coming up to
meet me, something hard impacts against my face. More screaming, fire,
Why is there so much pain?
A soft coldness embraces me and I realize that it is raining outside,
raindrops caressing my burning skin. It feels so very good. I feel
something moving inside my head, something that reaches out to me,
embracing me with tender arms, cradling me like an infant against a body of
soft nothingness, soothing the pain with a beautiful singing voice.
Darkness comes to swallow me and I don't resist.
TO BE CONTINUED