Devilish Conversations
Damn it...
I let go of the glove and just drop back on the floor of what I guess I can call my cell.
This isn't working. Willow definitely cast some kind of spell to make it hard for me to take it off. It's not like there's anything else I can use in the room to cut myself with. Something they also probably planned for. That's going to make this difficult, but not impossible. If I'm right, Willow's going to come in here any minute and try to keep me in here as best she can by casting more spells. Which gives me the perfect opportunity to escape. Then all I have to do is to be alone long enough to make it happen, and that's going to be the hardest part of all this. There's no way they're going to leave me alone. They're going to want to try and save me, when it's me who can actually save them. It's so pathetic.
Suddenly, the door opens up and someone comes inside.
"Well, speak of the devil."
"Is that how you see me?"
I sit up at the voice and can't help but smile.
"I mean, you did try to destroy the world once, didn't you? Usually that's reserved for someone that's definitely in league with the devil, isn't it?"
The redheaded bitch watches me for a few moments, clearly upset with my words.
"That wasn't why I did it, you know that."
Of course, that old excuse.
"Right... Tara. Does that ever get old?"
Again she pauses as she makes her way a little further into my cell.
"Does what get old?"
"Using Tara as an excuse... for what you did."
She gets this seriously sad look on her face.
Bingo!
"I... I never..."
"Oh come on, of course you do. I mean, you were so sad after Tara died that it made you try to destroy the world. Kinda sounds like you're using her as an excuse to me. I guess it makes sense though."
"Makes sense?"
"How you can live with yourself, being with Kennedy and everything. It's easier if you can just shove Tara into a corner and forget about her because of what she caused you to do. That way you can be with Kennedy and completely forget about her. Or, you know, make her apart of you. Like you tried to tell me when my mom died?"
The hairs on the back of my neck start to stand on end and I feel the magic in the room. Air in the room starts to shift around Willow.
That's it, keep it up.
"I get it though, I mean, how else are you going to be able to be with Kennedy? You'd need someone incredibly bland and uninteresting like her to keep you from going nuts when something happens to her like you did with Tara. I mean, I get it. There's a reason why I hooked up with Connor. He was there and he got the job done. I was just smart enough to actually have a plan to bail on him as soon as I got the chance. I didn't let him hang around like a wounded puppy."
She doesn't say anything for a while.
"Kennedy isn't a wounded puppy."
Did she really just go there? God this is going to be easier than I thought.
"Who said anything about her being the wounded puppy?"
Again the air shifts in the room and I can feel other parts of me tingle at the energy in the room.
"Oh come on, you've gotta see it don't you? Kennedy came into your life while you were still grieving Tara and gave you something to focus on. Just like when you're trying to fix a wounded puppy, you give it something to take its focus away."
The air shifts some more.
"It's actually kind of ironic, if you think about it. I mean, remember our little conversation when you were Dark Willow as you like to call it? About how I was always such a whiner and you just wanted me to shut up?"
"I was crazed by then Dawnie. I... I didn't mean what I was saying."
"Hey, at least you were being honest back then... and good news, I finally learned that lesson. I learned to stop whining and actually live with things. Unlike you who can't stop whining about how bad you feel about the things you did."
"I don't..."
"Oh, no, if I get too out of control I could hurt people. I have to be careful. Please don't make me do things that might make me hurt someone. Geez, no wonder Kennedy had such an easy time wrapping you around her finger. She basically preyed on your vulnerability and made you into her puppy. It's sad to see such a powerful, bad ass witch fall so far."
"I wasn't bad ass Dawn. I was dangerous. I almost destroyed the world. But I'm better now."
I can't help but scoff at that.
"That's debatable. I mean, at least when you were Dark Willow you told the truth. The world is a horrible place. People suffer and die and not much else. Glory used to think the same thing."
"And you're listening to Glory? She was insane Dawnie. She tried to kill you."
"No, she wasn't. It's taken me years to figure it out, but she was ahead of the curve. She saw that this whole world is screwed up, just like you did when you tried to destroy the world."
"Is that what you want? To destroy the world?"
"That would be stupid. I'm going to fix it. I can make it better. So that people don't have to suffer anymore. That's where you went wrong. You tried to destroy the world to deal with the fact that people are suffering. You never tried to change it. I can fix it."
"The world doesn't need fixing Dawn. It doesn't need you to save it."
"Why? Because it has you? And Buffy? And all her little slayer slaves that do her bidding without question?"
"No, because the world's not wrong Dawnie."
"I can't believe any of you can say that with a straight face. It's really sad."
"And it's sad that you've gotten so bad that you can think that way. I'm sorry Dawn."
The witch turns and leaves, the air shifting back to mostly normal as she opens the door and steps outside. Just as the door closes, I turn to my chains, working on the gloves.
Come on, tell me that I screwed with her enough to throw her off.
Pulling on them, they finally start to tear.
Yes!
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