She lay in her cot perfectly happy with her self as she stared at the blank wall of her cell. Her black wavy hair cascading over the pillow as she idolly played with one strand of her hair, wearing her uniform in the most stylish way that was allowed, with a white undershirt, long sleeve gray shirt and her baggy gray pants. The long sleeve shirt was off tied around her waist as she kept her eyes on the ceiling above. Faith had a long time to think and a long time to try to make amends for her deeds of the past. She had made her place in the prison as one that no one would dare cross and kept an eye out for those too weak to survive on their own while locked up in the LA Women’s prison.  Most importantly though she had made her peace with herself, she wished that she could have taken back the pain that she had caused Buffy and Angel.

            Sitting up her eyes scanned the walls of her cell letting out a wistful sigh. It would be a few more months before the parole board would see her for her parole hearing and she wasn’t sure if she should be looking forward to it or not. She wasn’t exactly thrilled about being locked up in prison but she felt that it was a lot safer than out in the real world. Ever since she had been locked away she had no dealings with vampires or demons and it was surprisingly a comfort. At first she thought she would go insane without having any circumstances where she could kick some demon butt but nothing.

Faith’s mind flashed back to her second month within the prison while she was standing in line for her lunch. At the corner of her eye she could see some of the prisoners ganging up on someone. She looked so scared as the women cornered the startled red headed girl, she kind of reminded her of Willow. Making her way towards the group of girls with her tray of food she faked herself tripping and dumped the slimy substance they called a meal over the three women that were ganging up on the red head.

            The larger woman in the middle of the group gasped out in horror as she felt the slimy warm substance impact against her back. Turning she glared her small beady eyes at Faith, “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing!”

            “Gee, I don’t know? Making an improvement!” That got the group's attention off of the red head real quick. Faith was just itching to kick that group's butt. They had been terrorizing the majority of the other inmates since longer than she had been there.

            The group of three lunged for her. The large woman in the middle let her fist fly heading quickly towards Faith’s face. Blocking the oncoming blow with her left hand Faith slammed her right hand open palmed into the large woman’s nose causing her to bellow over in pain. The slanky woman on her right grabbed for Faith’s hair but only succeeding in falling over as Faith's foot made contact with her mid section. The woman on Faith's left backed off slightly not at all wanting a beating. Just as the large woman with the nosebleed recovered from her attack she swept her right fist towards Faith, not learning from her first mistake. Faith grabbed her fist in mid flight squeezing hard. The woman dropped to her knees in seconds as she felt the bones within her fist being crushed.

            Faith glared down at the large woman, “Now! If I were you I’d think to reconsider your hobby at being super bitch to something a little less painful.”

            Just then the security came breaking up the fight. That little incident left her in solitary confinement for a few weeks. Faith smiled slightly to herself as she remembered how the woman behaved to her after that little brawl. Yes, Faith would definitely make an impact here. She had already helped several inmates reconsider their lives and change themselves for the better. The light in her cell flickered suddenly making her look towards the flickering light and then outside her small cell window that only showed the dark night sky.

            She was about to shrug it off as a little glitch in the electricity when the lights started flickering once again and the door to her cell slid open. Hooting and howling could be heard as the inmates started exiting their cells, looting with papers, books, and toiletries. Walking out of her own cell she watched as trash dropped from the upper cells and looked down in time to see the prison guards fighting off the riot of inmates attacking them. With an “Oomph” Faith jumped over the railing down two stories landing ungracefully to her feet before falling and rolling back to her feet.

            Running towards the angry mob of inmates she reached one just in time to stop her from impaling a guard with a sharp piece of metal. Knocking the weapon out of the prisoners’ hands she jumped kicked her knocking her out with one blow to the face. The guard took no notice of her help as she tried to stop the oncoming attack from all around her. Faith was largely outnumbered but that didn’t stop her from taking down quite a few of the rioters. Things were not looking good as she saw one of the guards lying in a pool of blood staring up at her with blank eyes.

            An inmate from behind grabbed Faith but was rewarded with a broken wrist as Faith twisted it away from her neck backhanding the woman with her free hand as she disarmed her. There were so many people fighting that it was hard to make out the good guys from the bad. Just as Faith was helping one of the wounded guards up to drag her away from the ensuing riot she had to kick off one of the inmates as they lunged for her. She felt a sting in her back and was forced to throw the guard's limp body away from her as another inmate rammed into her bringing her down hard. Hitting the concrete floor with a thud she braced her foot on her attacker kicking her off of her. Back still stinging her hand automatically reached back to ascertain the damage. Bringing back her hand she realized that she had been stabbed.

            Everything started to move as in slow motion as the loud noise of the riot continued and the cries of injured and dying flooded her ears. She barely heard the loud roar of the prison sirens as she tried to protect the prison guards. A blow to the head brought her to her knees slowing her reactions. Just as she looked up to glare at her attacker she recognized the large woman just as she swung down the sharpened metal and lunged it into her chest not once but several times. Everything went black and silent as her blood soaked the floor beneath her. This time there was no one to help her as her life slipped away and she was no more.