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Acathla had opened and swallowed the world, but not all at once, no. No, what it'd done was shatter the world and gulp it down, bit by bit. It would have taken it all, but Xander had seen the writing on the wall and gotten Oz to drive him to the source of the catastrophe where they witnessed the world's end; The Sundering. Chunks of the world had floated by overhead only to be devoured by the whirlpool that spouted from Acathla's mouth. The pair had instinctively known what was happening. Years of the Hellmouth's emanations had sensitized them to the feel of dimensional sheer.
"I can probably make it to the hospital on foot," Oz said, as he picked up a blood stained sword, not looking at the body of the fallen slayer or the pile of dust next to her.
"I'll take care of the Hellmouth," Xander agreed, picking up the other sword, or to what he was already referring mentally as a reality anchor. He caught the keys Oz threw to him, before running off... like it was the end of the world.
Even though it was risking everything, he stopped at Buffy's... Joyce's place. Joyce was standing out front with a nervous looking Dawn and watching chunks of the Earth float by overhead. Xander snatched up a handful of sod and shoved it in his pocket, before hurrying over to the pair. “We have to go," he said simply, picking up Dawn and grabbing Joyce's hand. Ignoring her protests, he drug them to the van and shoved Joyce inside, handing her Dawn and slamming the door shut.
He made two more stops on the way to the school, getting a handful of the local park and the parking lot outside the 7-11. He felt slightly queasy at the way his fingers had sunk into the asphalt, as if it were a Styrofoam mockup of the real thing, rather than the genuine article.
The sky was growing dark as the sun was blotted out by the constant stream of places flowing by overhead at an increasingly faster pace. He almost rolled the van as he skidded to a stop in the Sunnydale High parking lot. The ground gave way beneath his feet like he was walking on a mattress, and Xander pissed himself in terror, sure that he'd failed, even though he wasn't quite sure what he was doing.
Ripping open the door, he swept Dawn up in his arms and she weighed almost nothing. Joyce didn't ask any questions as he grabbed her daughter and a bloody sword, she simply followed as he ran. He didn't stop to open the doors to the building, just turned slightly to protect the girl in his arms and plowed through them.
Ethan looked up as the doors shattered. He'd come to the library to await the end with his old friend Rupert Giles, but all he'd found was an empty building and Giles' stash of whiskey.
"Hold her!" Xander ordered, handing the increasingly pale and sickly Dawn off to the chaos mage and shoving aside the table that was directly over the Hellmouth. It took two steps to reach the Hellmouth, and his feet sank into the floor like it was mud. Ankle deep in increasingly unstable footing, Xander Harris, slacker extraordinaire, sank a bloody sword into the center of the Hellmouth.
The universe burped.Typing by: Ordieth!
AN: Anyone play Bastion? Brilliant game.