JUNE, 1999

She has to pay. She has to pay for what she did to my Faith.

Yet even as my coils enter the school in pursuit, I know its a trap. I mean, c'mon. She is a Slayer. But for Faith, I dare not break the pursuit. The chance that my jaws might taste her on the way down is too tempting. 61

Then, I see. The wires. The fertilizer. A portable volcano. But I'll still win, Slayer. My last words will be a hideous curse that will ring in your ears throughout eternity, and through a thousand, thousand hells.

"Well, Gosh!"