A/N: Dribble drabble

A short something that came to me while I should have been doing not what I was doing.

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I really hate you

I leaned back on the chair, pinching the bridge of my nose as I let out a deep long sigh. This wasn't working anymore. No matter how much I tried, no matter how many hours I spent drowning myself in work, I couldn't evade it. It haunted me, chased me like a shadow, never-ceasing.

I motioned the bartender to pour me another drink. He gave a nod, his cold eyes glinting. Taking the freshly poured drink in hand, I looked around the dimly lit bar, and spotted the man I was looking for at the farthest end, talking to someone. With another sigh I emptied the glass, the ice clinking in protest as I set it down none too gently, and made my way towards the catch.

The men around me were being their usual selves, the usual remarks, the usual gestures, all very familiar. Half way through I remember smiling at one guy who had uttered a line that sounded not too used. At least he had tried. Once I reached my destination, I leaned on the table, and smiled at his reaction.

They were all so similar, men, their animalistic nature so very clear. No man in his right senses could resist me

None, except one.

By now I was walking down an alley with the man, his hand around my waist and inching lower. My gait was sluggish and tipsy; maybe I was drunk, maybe I was not, I didn't particularly care.

The man suddenly stopped. His motion was so sudden that it made me tip over, almost. I turned back to see a gun in his hand, pointed at me. It was too sudden for him to realize who I was and so I gave him a confused stare. He was shouting something, and looking down I noticed the gun in my hand. My gun, in my hand.

Maybe I did drink a little too much.

The world seemed to be moving in slow motion. I saw him pull the trigger and watched the bullet wiz past me as I shot back. Bang!

'I'm not going there to die.'

I shot a couple more times, now running behind the man whose arm happened to be bleeding. Bang!

'I'm going to find out if I'm really alive.'

I sped up, clutching the gun tighter. The man appeared to have slowed down, his injuries having increased in number as he now limped with a bullet firmly planted into his left shin. Bang!

'I have to do it.'

I watched the man crumble to the ground, not dead but barely. Somewhere a cloud thundered and it began to rain. I let out a laugh as I turned my gaze towards the heavens, laughing at the irony of it all.

'So you didn't go there to die, huh?' I heard a voice that sounded eerily like mine, cracking a little 'You wanted to find out if you were really living? Give me a break!'

My knees gave way and all of a sudden I was kneeling on the wet road, soaked to the bone with the bounty I had just caught fading away with every second. The dam I had built all this while broke effortlessly as I sat there, tears mixing with the rain. It was so cliché I could laugh; crying in the rain was not cool. The weather forecast hadn't said anything about it anyway.

'Spike...' I whispered, 'So did you finally find out if you were alive? Was I just a part of what you thought was a dream?'

'I really…' I heard myself sob painfully, 'I really… hate you... Spike Spiegel.' I whispered, watching the ground come nearer and nearer until there was darkness everywhere.

"Well in that case, I hate you too."

A/N: Thank you for reading!