Foot steps echo through the forest as Spike Spiegel walks through a grave yard, passing dozens of graves. All of which were people he killed.
"Roger Smith, Charles Kingston, William Bloomton," Spike read off out loud. Then he came to the end of the grave yard where he glanced up. "Vicious? Vicious!"
Spike just stood there for several minutes. He spun around, and the path was gone replaced by grass and more graves. He was surrounded, with no way out. He turned back to Vicious's grave, where there was an old broken down church, which reminded him of the one he'd fallen out of on Ganymede.
A pipe organ began to play an eerie tune from within the church, luring Spike in. Spike walked slowly, where he could start hearing a voice singing:
I don't feel a thing
and I stopped remembering
The days are just like moments turned to hours
Spike continued to approach the door, and the voice continued. Every step he took the song became even eerier:
Mother Used to say
if you want, you'll find a way
Bet mother never danced through fire shower
Spike reached the door and entered the church, but yet the eerie chant continued:
Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Is it right or is it wrong
and is it here that I belong
Lightning and rain began to pound from the outside, and it leaked through holes in the roof, but yet the voice continued and the organ played:
I don't hear a sound
Silent faces in the ground
The quiet screams, but I refuse to listen
Spike saw some chairs all around him, then he saw the door from which the music was playing. The person kept playing his eerie song:
If there is a hell
I'm sure this is how it smells
Wish this were a dream, but no, it isn't
Spike walked towards the podium and went behind it, then stopped at the door to listen to the song some more:
Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Am I right or am I wrong
and is it here that I belong
Spike tried to open the door, but it was locked. The music continued, evermore:
Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Why do I feel so alone
For some reason I think of home
The music then died down and stopped. The organ had stopped, and the man had stopped singing.
"Who's in there?!" Spike shouted. "Show your self."
Spike reached for his Jericho, but it was gone. He glanced up at the door where foot steps were fading away. Spike kicked the door in, shattering it into splinters. Spike listened for the foot steps, which were going up stairs. Spike stopped walking slowly like he was, and began to run up the stairs. The person knew Spike was running, and picked up his pace as well.
Spike figured it was a trap, but it was a risk he had take. He wanted to know who played the song, and he wouldn't stop till he did. Spike came to a stain glass window, on a balcony. He remembered the first time he had fought Vicious:
"We share the same blood," Vicious said.
"Your wrong," Spike replied. "I bled all that blood away."
"You lie!" Vicious shouted.
Spike drew his Jericho and Vicious drew his blade. Vicious thrusted his blade at Spike's heart, but Spike slipped to the right collapsing to the ground. Spike held his Jericho up at Vicious's shoulder, and Vicious pointed his sword at Spike's heart. Spike fired his Jericho causing Vicious's blade to shred Spike's should. Vicious kicked Spike out the window to avoid Spike trying for a second shot.
Spike turned around, where he saw a corpse that scared him half to death. Spike stepped back, then slipped on a skull. He fell down as far as he could. Till he landed in front of one grave. Just one, it belonged Vicious.
A streak of lightning came to the sky and struck the ground before Spike. All of a sudden, all sorts of dead came crawling from the earth beneath Spike.
"You belong with us," they stated in their intone voice.
"Never," Spike said backing away and beginning to breath heavily.
"Spike," Vicious said hovering two feet above the ground. "I'm coming for you, and you can't stop me."
"Vicious," Spike shouted waking up. He was sweating, and his whole bed was covered with sweat. "It was all a dream, but it seemed so real. I need help, Gene can help me."