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Laura snarled as she came to in her chains and she strained against them. Red eyes darted across the room. She could smell him and she wanted free to get at him. The chains were heavy but she could contort her body. A dislocated shoulder would not be a disadvantage.

"I will kill you."

Date: 2011-08-16 10:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] firstwithasoul.livejournal.com
Angel stood leaning against the wall opposite her, arms folded. He was just far enough away to be out of reach.

"It's not likely."

Date: 2011-08-16 10:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] firstwithasoul.livejournal.com
"That's a real good incentive for me to let you out, then, huh?" Angel dropped his arms and looked up at her, searching for her eyes.

"You're out of control, kid. Once you're back in it, you'll thank me for this."

Date: 2011-08-16 10:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] firstwithasoul.livejournal.com
"Right now?" Angel just looked at her, impassive. "Keep you her 'til you remember who you are. You could've killed them, you know. I won't let that happen."

Date: 2011-08-18 07:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] firstwithasoul.livejournal.com
Angel remains where he is. "That's the point, Laura. You know I'm not a threat. If your instincts are working against you, you've got to put logic and reason above them."

Date: 2011-08-21 02:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] firstwithasoul.livejournal.com
"Then think of things that make you feel something other than anger," Angel advises. "Happiness, sadness, calm. Anything."

Date: 2011-08-21 02:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] firstwithasoul.livejournal.com
Angel hesitates for a moment. He remembers hurting Buffy, when he didn't have his soul.

"You didn't intentionally hurt him," he tells her. "You weren't in your right mind."

Date: 2011-08-21 05:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] firstwithasoul.livejournal.com
"But you weren't in your right mind. Do you want to kill him now?"
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Laura Kinney
The Facility created me to be a weapon. Killing was all I knew. I didn't know how to say "no." But if I ever did say no, they had a way to make me kill. A chemical trigger.