Afterthought
Hey this is my first fanfiction. I don't know how it'll turn out so give me reviews. (Just don't flame me if possible.) '^ _^'
This is about what happened after the big battle between Vicious and Spike. You know how it just leaves off at the end. I REFUSED TO ADMIT HE'S DEAD!... Sorry got a little carried away. Well, enjoy.
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Chapter 1
From the Ashes
It's raining. Not that cool summer rain, more of a cold, mournful rain. I guess I sort of fit since we were all at a funeral. Spike Spiegel, a good friend and a good partner. He died revenging his late girlfriend, Julia. There was an explosion towards the top of the building Spike was in, and soon after the whole building was engulfed in flames. The only bodies recovered were that of Vicious and several of his lackies. Unfortunately, we never found Spike's body. The firefighters had told us that if he was close enough to the blast his body may have been incinerated. Now here we stand, in front Spike Spiegel's grave.
Later that afternoon....
"Ed's bored, Faye play with me!" Ed complained as half her body hung from in-between the posts of the stairs.
"Ed knock it off I'm busy. Go play with Ein or something."
"Faye is really grumpy since Spike-Head went bye bye," Ed replied with a smile.
"I said go away! And Spike has nothing to do with my attitude, ok?" That was a lie. Ever since Spike had died she'd been snapping on Ed, Ein, and once even Jet. "Why am I still here?" she asked herself once Ed left the room. "I could leave, find another way to pay off my debts. I could leave it all behind. What's keeping me here?" Question after question filled her head as she tried to think of why she didn't just leave. Memories. One by one, flashing in her head. Times of when they first met, when they, were at each other's throats. She began to both laugh and cry at the same time. If was just too hard to think that after all they'd been through he's not here. Thank God no ones around. I don't need anyone thinking I'm going soft.
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Somewhere in the slums...
My whole body was in pain. This couldn't be a dream I guess. My name. I can't think of it. I don't remember anything. Why am I in pain? Why do I feel like this? I could hear noises all around me. Metal clanging on metal, the gurgle of people's voices somewhere around me, I slowly opened my eyes. At first everything was fuzzy. I thought maybe I was in a hospital at first. It would make sense because I was in pain, but then I could smell different aromas in the room. Food, egg and bacon, breakfast, it must be morning then. Things were becoming clearer. My senses were coming back, although my memory was not.
"Daddy look! He's waking up," The sound of a small child. A girl. I tried to look toward the end of the bed. A small girl, maybe about five stood at the end of the bed staring at me with her big blue eyes and bright smile.
"Can you hear me Mister?" Another voice, a middle-aged man on my left, gray hair beginning to form at the sides of his head.
"Where am I?" I managed to say. My voice sounded hoarse, like I haven't spoken for months.
"Your in the slums my friend. You've been in a coma for about a week. You were shot up pretty badly too. Thought we were going to lose you for a while." Shot? What was I doing to get myself shot? More questions without answers, more thoughts without memories.
"How did I get here?" My voice was somewhat clearer this time.
"Well you had collapsed in front of me in an alleyway near the factory I work at. I had gotten off of work and was heading home when I saw you. you passed out just as I got to you and I managed to carry you home. I could afford to take you to the hospital, but my wife and I fixed you up pretty well. You didn't have any ID on you either. What's your name?"
"I...I don't remember. I don't remember anything to tell you honestly. I don't even remember collapsing in front of you."
"Hmm. Amnesia. Well that'll make things a little more difficult. For now you can stay with my family and me. Once your feeling better I'll get you a job at the factory. It's not the best place in the world, but it'll help you get some money of your own."
"Thank you." I replied.
The man's wife came over to join the conversation now. "Now you get some rest and save your strength. I'll wake you when it's time to eat." I nodded slightly and slowly drifted back to sleep.
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Hey how'd you like the first chapter, I'll be writing the next ones soon enough. Please send me reviews. Thanks.
Hey this is my first fanfiction. I don't know how it'll turn out so give me reviews. (Just don't flame me if possible.) '^ _^'
This is about what happened after the big battle between Vicious and Spike. You know how it just leaves off at the end. I REFUSED TO ADMIT HE'S DEAD!... Sorry got a little carried away. Well, enjoy.
***************************************************************************
Chapter 1
From the Ashes
It's raining. Not that cool summer rain, more of a cold, mournful rain. I guess I sort of fit since we were all at a funeral. Spike Spiegel, a good friend and a good partner. He died revenging his late girlfriend, Julia. There was an explosion towards the top of the building Spike was in, and soon after the whole building was engulfed in flames. The only bodies recovered were that of Vicious and several of his lackies. Unfortunately, we never found Spike's body. The firefighters had told us that if he was close enough to the blast his body may have been incinerated. Now here we stand, in front Spike Spiegel's grave.
Later that afternoon....
"Ed's bored, Faye play with me!" Ed complained as half her body hung from in-between the posts of the stairs.
"Ed knock it off I'm busy. Go play with Ein or something."
"Faye is really grumpy since Spike-Head went bye bye," Ed replied with a smile.
"I said go away! And Spike has nothing to do with my attitude, ok?" That was a lie. Ever since Spike had died she'd been snapping on Ed, Ein, and once even Jet. "Why am I still here?" she asked herself once Ed left the room. "I could leave, find another way to pay off my debts. I could leave it all behind. What's keeping me here?" Question after question filled her head as she tried to think of why she didn't just leave. Memories. One by one, flashing in her head. Times of when they first met, when they, were at each other's throats. She began to both laugh and cry at the same time. If was just too hard to think that after all they'd been through he's not here. Thank God no ones around. I don't need anyone thinking I'm going soft.
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Somewhere in the slums...
My whole body was in pain. This couldn't be a dream I guess. My name. I can't think of it. I don't remember anything. Why am I in pain? Why do I feel like this? I could hear noises all around me. Metal clanging on metal, the gurgle of people's voices somewhere around me, I slowly opened my eyes. At first everything was fuzzy. I thought maybe I was in a hospital at first. It would make sense because I was in pain, but then I could smell different aromas in the room. Food, egg and bacon, breakfast, it must be morning then. Things were becoming clearer. My senses were coming back, although my memory was not.
"Daddy look! He's waking up," The sound of a small child. A girl. I tried to look toward the end of the bed. A small girl, maybe about five stood at the end of the bed staring at me with her big blue eyes and bright smile.
"Can you hear me Mister?" Another voice, a middle-aged man on my left, gray hair beginning to form at the sides of his head.
"Where am I?" I managed to say. My voice sounded hoarse, like I haven't spoken for months.
"Your in the slums my friend. You've been in a coma for about a week. You were shot up pretty badly too. Thought we were going to lose you for a while." Shot? What was I doing to get myself shot? More questions without answers, more thoughts without memories.
"How did I get here?" My voice was somewhat clearer this time.
"Well you had collapsed in front of me in an alleyway near the factory I work at. I had gotten off of work and was heading home when I saw you. you passed out just as I got to you and I managed to carry you home. I could afford to take you to the hospital, but my wife and I fixed you up pretty well. You didn't have any ID on you either. What's your name?"
"I...I don't remember. I don't remember anything to tell you honestly. I don't even remember collapsing in front of you."
"Hmm. Amnesia. Well that'll make things a little more difficult. For now you can stay with my family and me. Once your feeling better I'll get you a job at the factory. It's not the best place in the world, but it'll help you get some money of your own."
"Thank you." I replied.
The man's wife came over to join the conversation now. "Now you get some rest and save your strength. I'll wake you when it's time to eat." I nodded slightly and slowly drifted back to sleep.
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Hey how'd you like the first chapter, I'll be writing the next ones soon enough. Please send me reviews. Thanks.