Faith
OOC: For the sake of these posts, when Faith fights her inner self on the astral plane, the Faith we all know about love (the one normally) is gonna be known as "Real Faith" while the other (the killer inside her) is called "Astral Faith". Confusing yes, but that's what makes me so lovable. It's also fair to point out that I wrote this during Ancient History in my folder... see, when you don't have a teacher and you don't have your book... you get kinda bored...
IC:
*I won't fight you.* Real Faith stood her ground, uncaring what would happen to her.
*Come on, baby.*
*No, you don't exist anymore.*
*Oh but I do, isn't that why you're so scared?*
*No. I'm not going to fight you!*
*Really? I can change that.* Astral Faith punched Real Faith and sent her flying, landing on her back.
*I won't do this.* Real Faith stood up again.
Astral Faith roundhouse kicked and connected with Real Faith's cheek. Real Faith felt the blood dripping down her face.
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Meanwhile in the real world, an identical gash appeared on her cheek and her struggling became fierce.
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*You will do this, you were born to do this!*
*No, I've changed... you... you're not even here anymore!*
*I'm always here, deep down, waiting to cut loose. You're not strong enough to fight me. If you resist, you die. You can't and you won't win here unless you accept what you are. You're a killer, a loser -*
Real Faith let out an angry shriek and attacked Astral Faith.
*There's my girl.* Astral Faith nodded happily.
Real Faith shrunk back. *No, no way. I won't do this again, I won't be a killer.*
*You're not so sure anymore, are you?* The scene around them changed and Real Faith watched as she saw herself joining forces with Glory and handing her Dawn.
*I never did that.*
*But you will.*
*I won't. I made a promise to Buffy.*
*Don't you get it? She's gone, the rules have changed! You can be whatever you want to be now, and who you are... is me.* Astral Faith pulled a knife out and stabbed Real Faith in the stomach, where she'd been stabbed by Buffy, years earlier.
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A growing pool of blood stained the sheets in the real world as Faith struggled on the bed. She was tossing and turning violently, and it was becoming harder to hold her down.
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*I'm not you, I will never be you again.*
*Looks like you're gonna die then. Coz you'll never beat me.*