Title: For Her
Author: Rabbit
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Disclaimer: I disclaim!! Not mine. Joss's
Summary: Pain. Spike POV.
Spoilers : The Gift
Rating: I'm going to go with the R, for language and death.
Author's comments: Sorry, writers block exercise. A short drabble, incorporating two challenges.
Improv 19: List: noble -- damn -- still – struggle
Gloveslap #24 http://bastardgenres.com/bafa/stones.html

Laziness=no beta

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For Her
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One kick sends the door flying. I know the last fucking minions are here. I've been tracking them 
for two weeks. *For her*.

My axe, severs the first one's head cleanly, small reminiscence of a past that's not mine 
anymore. All I have left is this damn red rage because I can't see anything else but her noble 
body, lying still since I've failed her.

My word used to mean something, and now I'm struggling to find that again.

The crossbow bolt hits me as the last one falls.

Good, death was her gift…maybe now it can be mine.



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