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Summary: A collection of ficlets and miscellaneous works centring around Xander.

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Ficlet CollectionsMidknightJFR153027,215112762,76826 Nov 0823 Oct 10No

(BtVS/Fahrenheit) Puppet Without Strings

Disclaimer: I'm poor. I own nothing






Notes: A little something I wrote a week or so back in anticipation for today's release of 'Heavy Rain' and forgotten on my hard drive (oops). It's essentially my version of the opening scene from Quantic Dreams previous gaming venture 'Fahrenheit' (Indigo Prophecy in North America) with Xander in the main role.

It's a great cinematic gaming experience, despite the somewhat odd and sudden plot turns it takes in the last third or so. A lot of people didn't like them, but, personally, I didn't mind most of them, even if I would have preferred there have been more buildup rather then a sudden shift in story and tone.






(BtVS/Fahrenheit {Indigo Prophecy NA})
Puppet Without Strings


Xander sat in the bathroom stall and stared ahead blankly as he carved strange symbols into his wrists. He didn’t flinch as the knife cut into his skin; the movement of his hands the only sign of life at all.

A man started whistling outside the stall, but Xander paid it no heed. Then a raven cawed outside the window and Xander stood and opened the door. He made his way forward in jerky, exaggerated motions like a puppet on strings.

The small balding man at the urinal didn’t seem to notice anything as he whistled away and did his business. It wasn’t until Xander’s shadow fell over him that the man turned his head.

With eyes wide in fear the man started to scream, but it only came out as a bloody gurgle as the knife came down. Again and again Xander plunged the knife into the man, following him to the ground. Long after the point of death Xander raised the blood-coated blade up for yet another strike only for the raven to caw again.

In an instant Xander’s eyes cleared and he looked around confusedly. It was a long moment before he took in the mutilated body below him and shot up startled to his feet. Then he noticed the bloody knife held tightly in his crimson stained hand and the gashes in his wrists.

He dropped the knife like it burnt and continued to stare at his hands as his mind worked to process all of this.

What had happened?

What had he done?

Did he really kill that man?

He didn’t have a clue. The last thing Xander remembered was enjoying his burger and fries out in the diner. A diner full of people who could have seen both the man and him come back here… including the cop by the door.

Oh hell, this was bad. He was in some serious trouble here.

Xander didn’t know what was going on, but he did know he would have to get out of here to figure it out. What the hell was he going to do?
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