The characters and stories of The Sentinel and Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to their respective creators and ownersSummary:
Slight spoilers for the whole Alex Barnes fiasco (The Sentinel); none for Buffy.Author's notes:
She had escaped. It had been half planning and half luck. After she had come out of her coma, she had made sure that no one realized that she had recovered completely. She responded to only the most basic commands, never spoke, never made eye contact, and never showed anything beyond basic recognition. To the doctors treating her, it looked as though she had suffered irreversible brain damage.
But really, her mind was clearer than ever. Her time before the long-term care hospital seemed muddied and confused. She felt like she was thinking clearly for the first time in years. So she knew what she had to do.
Her senses were gone. At first she had thought that it had just been a reaction to the medication, but as she had stopped swallowing her pills, none of them had come back like she had expected. She needed them back; she had used them for too long to be able to do what she did without them. And she knew exactly who could help her.
Escaping had been fairly easy. Over the last few weeks, she had stolen pieces of clothing from the employee lockers in the bathroom, as well as a pair of scissors from an unlocked office. Lots of visitors came on the weekend, so it would be easy to blend in. When a volunteer came to get her for her free time, she just sat huddled on the bed. The worker told her in a soft and friendly voice that he would leave the door open just in case she changed her mind.
As soon as she was sure he was gone, she changed her clothes. Then she retrieved the scissors from underneath the mattress and went into the bathroom to cut her hair. She gave herself thick bangs, and cut her long hair into a short-ish bob, styling it so that the jagged edges of her self-haircut weren’t obvious. No one here had ever seen her in makeup, so she put on deep red lipstick and lots of mascara. It wasn’t her best look, but she would be difficult to recognize.
She waited until she was sure the hallway was empty, and then made her way as quickly as she could to the path that led to the lounge where the visitors and patients went to interact. Walking through the room, she calmly picked up an unattended purse, walked into the lobby and straight out the door.
The sound that had been haunting her dreams, the howling of a hyena, followed her down the street.