Disclamier: Joss W as per usually and also the makers of The Matrix
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Spike is just a normal every day thug, but what would happen if he followed the dragon into it's home?
Authors Notes: I'm sick of hearing about the Matrix so I'm changing the characters around to fit my own little personal pleasure. Anyone hate it tough! Don't read it, simple as that. Now, my mood is very evil so... this is going along with my mood of the day. Enjoy.
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Walking around the streets in his usual attire, black leather duster, neatly pressed black pants, a silk black top with his favourite black combat boots which had a few scrapes on it... as well as the leather duster. Nothing was going the way he planned. The landlord wanted money off him to pay for the rent, on which he was really over-due with. It's reply to that was to turn his room up side down and get out of there.
Next he went down the pub to drown his sorrow with Jack Daniels, only to find someone had taken the glass out of his hand and threw it over him. His reply to that? Punished the fellow in the nose until it broke then drank down what ever was left in the glass... then smashed it over the persons head.
Then that stupid bar-maid called the cops which didn't help matters. Trying to take him under arrest, silly people. All he done was...
A bleep went off in his pocket, which stopped his trail of thought. His left hand moved down to his pocket and pulled out his top of the range... stolen from a few weeks ago... mobile phone. Pressing a few buttons he found a text message with the strangest number he'd every seen. Wanting to delete it, since he thought it would be another offer from another company, he resisted the urge and glanced at it.
'Hello William. Don't be alarmed. Just follow the little green dragon.' It said. Spike glanced around slightly, wondering if it was some kind of joke. But no one was around. Bleep. He glanced down at the mobile again which read 'And your hair is becoming frizzy.'
Automatically a hand moved up to his hair on which he ran through it. And it was starting to become a tad frizzy at the back. He spun around a few time, looking if he could see anyone. Not a single soul. Mobile still out in his hand he took a few cautious steps down the street.
When he came to the end of the street he looked either way, then back up the street he came from only to turn to his right and continue down a different street. His hands fidgeted with the mobile phone whilst he walked. A small glance up then back down to the mobile. He stopped suddenly.
He slowly raised his head back down the street and saw it, a sign with a flashing neon green dragon on it. He returned the mobile back into it's rightful place as he quickened his speed to get to this sign. Once in front of the sign he saw it was a Chinese shop, a small one at that. He glanced up and down the street and moved to a window of the shop.
He looked inside, through the window only find it to be a normal everyday Chinese shop. A small glance up to the dragon he noted one of it's claws were pointing to the shops door. "What else can go wrong?" he thought out aloud as he moved to the door of the shop with a wicked glimmer in his eyes and on his lips.
A/N - Can you tell this is going to be some kind of a comedy? I would like reviews please, but no flames. There will be more to this but only if I feel like it's actually worth doing more of you people. This is basically only a taster, and the chapters will get longer. I just want to know your reaction... please?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Spike is just a normal every day thug, but what would happen if he followed the dragon into it's home?
Authors Notes: I'm sick of hearing about the Matrix so I'm changing the characters around to fit my own little personal pleasure. Anyone hate it tough! Don't read it, simple as that. Now, my mood is very evil so... this is going along with my mood of the day. Enjoy.
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Walking around the streets in his usual attire, black leather duster, neatly pressed black pants, a silk black top with his favourite black combat boots which had a few scrapes on it... as well as the leather duster. Nothing was going the way he planned. The landlord wanted money off him to pay for the rent, on which he was really over-due with. It's reply to that was to turn his room up side down and get out of there.
Next he went down the pub to drown his sorrow with Jack Daniels, only to find someone had taken the glass out of his hand and threw it over him. His reply to that? Punished the fellow in the nose until it broke then drank down what ever was left in the glass... then smashed it over the persons head.
Then that stupid bar-maid called the cops which didn't help matters. Trying to take him under arrest, silly people. All he done was...
A bleep went off in his pocket, which stopped his trail of thought. His left hand moved down to his pocket and pulled out his top of the range... stolen from a few weeks ago... mobile phone. Pressing a few buttons he found a text message with the strangest number he'd every seen. Wanting to delete it, since he thought it would be another offer from another company, he resisted the urge and glanced at it.
'Hello William. Don't be alarmed. Just follow the little green dragon.' It said. Spike glanced around slightly, wondering if it was some kind of joke. But no one was around. Bleep. He glanced down at the mobile again which read 'And your hair is becoming frizzy.'
Automatically a hand moved up to his hair on which he ran through it. And it was starting to become a tad frizzy at the back. He spun around a few time, looking if he could see anyone. Not a single soul. Mobile still out in his hand he took a few cautious steps down the street.
When he came to the end of the street he looked either way, then back up the street he came from only to turn to his right and continue down a different street. His hands fidgeted with the mobile phone whilst he walked. A small glance up then back down to the mobile. He stopped suddenly.
He slowly raised his head back down the street and saw it, a sign with a flashing neon green dragon on it. He returned the mobile back into it's rightful place as he quickened his speed to get to this sign. Once in front of the sign he saw it was a Chinese shop, a small one at that. He glanced up and down the street and moved to a window of the shop.
He looked inside, through the window only find it to be a normal everyday Chinese shop. A small glance up to the dragon he noted one of it's claws were pointing to the shops door. "What else can go wrong?" he thought out aloud as he moved to the door of the shop with a wicked glimmer in his eyes and on his lips.
A/N - Can you tell this is going to be some kind of a comedy? I would like reviews please, but no flames. There will be more to this but only if I feel like it's actually worth doing more of you people. This is basically only a taster, and the chapters will get longer. I just want to know your reaction... please?