(BtVS/Dollhouse) Burning Dolls
Disclaimer: I'm poor. I own nothing
Notes: I've been watching Dollhouse since it premiered a few weeks
back. Not great, but entertaining with potential. This idea has been
begging to be written since I watched the second episode. It only
took a week for me to actually break down and write it.
Notes2: FariaLyton issued a challenge based on this called Echoing Laughter.
It was on our honeymoon, of all times, when we were ‘recruited’ by these people. We hadn’t even checked into the hotel before we were tranquilized and taken; strapped down in those damned chairs to be brain-wiped.
Or at least she was. I was restrained in the next room waiting my turn and causing as much damage as I could with my limbs bound and coming out from under sedative.
I’ve never heard Faith scream like that.
When they brought her out she was a different person. There was no fire in the eyes of this woman. She was calm and sedate, almost in a daze. An ‘innocent’ and malleable mind. Someone they could control.
And she didn’t know me.
I fought harder, but only caused more damage to my own body than anything else.
Then I was strapped into the chair and all I knew was pain.
Then I knew nothing and Xander Harris was no more.
The man who came out of that room they called Alpha. Strangely fitting, all things considered.
Their technology never took into account possessions, let alone someone who had been possessed as many times as I had.
With every implanted personality and every wipe the remnants grew stronger. It normally wouldn’t have been a problem. The leftovers from my possessions were so weak I never even noticed them before; few people would. A persons natural instincts should be able to suppress them with no problem.
Unless, of course, your mind, memories, and instincts are screwed with on a virtual daily basis.
Inevitably, the hyena Alpha broke free in a fit of confusion and rage. It killed with the soldier’s military precision as it made its way through the Dollhouse. As it killed those around her a lingering feeling breaking through the confusion caused it to spare the Echo that was once Faith. An instinct that told it this one was pack.
It escaped, powerful instincts driving it towards freedom and it would not be denied. The Hyena had been caged for far too long and sought its freedom at any cost. It was only later, when it began to remember, that the Hyena felt the loss of its mate.
That’s when the remaining aspects began to merge. They all had similar goals they could agree on after all.
I am Alpha, who wants to burn The Dollhouse to the ground for all they have done.
I am Soldier, who seeks to complete the mission and free those held without their knowledge.
I am Hyena, who wants to protect its pack and save its mate.
I am Xander Harris, who just wants his wife back.
God help anyone who gets in our way.