Disclaimer: Don't own it, sorry.
Author's note: This chapter has a little bit of 'irl' influence to it. Again, it was inspired by music as usual. I like to listen to certain genres of music to help me gain insight to a scene, for example, I'll listen to death metal to gimme ideas on how a fight scene should go, or Jill Scott to gimme ideas on how a sex scene should take place. Crap like that. Not that you care anyway..bastards…t_t' Anyway. ONWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Somewhere, out there..4:28 PM
"Faye! Faye Goddamnit!!! Slow DOWN! SLOW DOWN!!"
"Stay back, Jet or I swear to God I'll fire off a round!!"
"WILL YOU AT LEAST SLOW DOWN A MINUTE?! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE HE IS!"
"He's on Callisto!! I saw him, Jet, that bastard!! HE'S GONNA FUCKING GET IT!"
"…Am I MISSING SOMETHING HERE?! WHAT THE SHIT!"
Alleyway, 7:53 PM
……………………….thud……..
Two weak coughs were heard, a soft groan, then silence…
Nervous, heavy breathing came from between his lips, his eyes searching for his potential killer. Would he be next in line? Was he a target as well, or were the men just for show? Whatever was happening, he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He glanced at the body beside him. So cold..so lifeless. Hard to believe that a few moments ago he was practically pleading for his life. He didn't look like the type to beg, and his disposition certainly didn't seem to care that he was probably going to die. He closed his eyes gently and tried to recall..
"ANSWER ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
"I don't know what you're talking about…"
"Don't!" The back of his hand occupying the gun slammed into Spike's head immediately. "DON'T FUCK WITH ME SPIEGEL! WHERE IS HE HUH?! WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!"
"I don't know..what the fuck..you're TALKING ABOUT."
"TEN SECONDS SPIKE! I'M WARNING YOU…I'm..I'm fucking warning you..you're fucking..you're DEAD! DEAD! TEN!"
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN GOING RIGHT NOW!"
"NINE! KNOW WHAT?! LET'S JUST FUCKING SKIP TO THE END HOW ABOUT THAT?! LET'S JUST FUCK IT ALL!"
"No! NO WAIT! WAIT A MINUTE!"
He remembered his hand how it rose in the air as though he was going to stop the bullet himself. Then he remembered waiting..and waiting….
Lupe looked as though he was frozen in time. He uttered not a sound afterwards—only made odd croaking noises as tough was choking on his own blood.
Wait..…he was choking on his own blood! The red substance seeped from between his mouth and oozed out of his nostrils before he hit the ground with a sickening thud, almost as if his skull cracked on impact.
Spike sighed. Well..at least I'm not dead..score one for me.
Weakly he got up from his position and placed his right palm on his side. It didn't seem life threatening, no, but it certainly hurt like a son of a bitch. His eyes looked around the alleyway..and he saw it. There, on the roof, it would seem that a shadowed figure with some kind of silencer was perched at a vantage point, with the gun aimed straight at him. Spike groaned.
"Gonna shoot me too?! Huh?!"
The figure neither responded, nor made a sound. They simple stood up and placed the weapon into their back pockets, before breaking out into a run.
"'ey! HEY WAIT A MINUTE!"
He proceeded to take off after them, but stopped when he heard sirens. Police sirens, as a matter of fact.
"Son of a…"
His two tone eyes glanced down at the body of Lupe, and, in particular, the dark green acrylic skull decorated chain wallet that poked out of his right back pocket.
"Not that no one else hasn't been in here before.." Spike mumbled with a hint of annoyance, remembering that he was almost in for a not-so-fun train ride of his life a few minutes back. Flipping through the wallet and finding nothing but old bank cards and pictures of God knows who, Spike shrugged in exasperation. …Then he saw it.
With the words 'Dimitri 'Dama' Rozokov written in black and underlined on the back of a gambler's pass card.
Must be this guy's middle name..
The sirens seemed to be getting louder, and it was apparent that his 'savior' had ran off from the scene of their misdoing. It was time for Spike to jet…and time for things to finally get on the way. It would be the second clue as to what laid ahead of him, but he wasn't thinking about the consequences, or what might happen when he arrived at his destination, or even where he was going to sleep for the night. Right now…
He needed a Marlboro--and a slow hard fuck.
Meanwhile..
Blue Moon Bar, Callisto. 9:35 PM. Faye's P.O.V
"..You sure this is the place?"
"That's what the lady said didn't she? She saw him walk in here with that blue jacket over his shoulder. That stupid, selfish, inconsiderate little..—"
"Hush, Faye. I really don't see what the big deal is about. Just forget about him, Faye. If he wants to kill himself, let him kill himself. Isn't my business, and it shouldn't be yours either."
Yeah..if only he knew.
The place was an absolute dump. Only a couple chairs thrown about and three lights in the joint, and there barely seemed to be any customers—or even a poker box for that matter. Fuck..FUCK..!!
"He's not here. What the fuck, the lady said he walked in here about an hour ago!"
"Maybe she saw the wrong person?"
"No, she described him to a tee!"
"He was in here a'ight..."
I turned around to see a stumpy old bartender cleaning what looks to be a broken scotch glass. The sound of raucous laughter and high five slaps was immediately heard behind me, and I knew that a couple of idiots just walked in the bar.
"Faye.."
"Go see what you can find out, Jet. I'm gonna go talk to him. You..! 'ey YOU! What do you mean he was in here??"
"Jus' what I mean ma'am. You missed him by 'bout an hour ago. He and some rough necks caused a huge fight in my bar till they took it outside."
"Rough necks..?"
Wonder if they had anything to do with him gone?
"You mean those bozos behind me?"
"They're apart of them, yea' but I don't think—"
"You! Yeah you!"
Now whether or not it was a good idea for Faye to march her skimpy outfit wearing self over to a three hundred and fifty pound, six and seven inch man with a VERY dark disposition to ask 'questions', we may never know—but it certainly didn't seem like a wise one. The men about looked around the room quizzically, before noticing the shrew's obvious choice of clothing—the usual yellow outfit she was best known for.
"Who is dis broad twoalkin' tuh?" The leader of the ground apparently had a heavy New New York–ish accent, much like an Italian mobster at a spaghetti shop. Faye straightened up her shoulders and approached him BOLDLY, making sure to grab his black marina shirt in what seemed like a poor attempt to rough him up. The men around her started laughing, while at the same time making snide perverted comments about her body.
"Where's Spike?!"
"Fuck is Spike, lady? Your dog or somethin'?"
She pulled out her glock.30--and those around her pulled out THEIR glocks as well, cocking the safety back as means to protect their comrade. The leader began to chuckle before instructing them to stand down.
"Boys boy! C'on now, you gotta have respect fo' the ladies y'know?! Let's give th' lil' lady what she wants eh? Whaddaya say?"
"Heh heh…yeeeeeeeah!"
Faye smiled.
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"..So yeah if you see him anywhere—tall, kind of lanky looking fellow with thick green hair, gimme a call alright..?"
"Will do, sir."
"Oh ma'am..please..call me Jet. Jet The Sex—"
CRASH!
A series of gun shots were heard, followed by screams, yells and glasses being shattered upon impact. The Black Dog excused himself hurriedly and ran over to the scene of a shoot out between Faye (who was hiding behind the bar counter) and the group of men that followed them inside there after.
"Not this shit again!" Groaned Jet as he ducked for cover behind a toppled wooden table, loading some bullets into his firearm before disposing some of it into some guy's stomach.
"FAYE! FAYE WHERE ARE YOU?!"
"BEHIND THE BAR!"
The gun shots seemed to ring out like sirens through out the entire building. Chairs were toppled over, cigarettes and booze were all over the floor, and the body count in the room was beginning to pile up like no other. Seemed as though Faye knew how to take care of herself when it came out to a shoot out, but Jet never the less knew he had to do his part to protect the both of them. One of the men grabbed the Black Dog's arm in an attempt to disable him, but Jet reacted quickly and slammed his left palm upwards the assailant's jaw, before twisting it to the right. The sickening crack of his neck that followed was enough to send shivers down Jet's spine but he had no time to worry about that now—for now the attention of their guns was turned to him.
Grabbing the dead man's shirt, he hoisted him up and threw him across the smooth mahogany bar top, sliding behind him as well as he fired off some rounds at the other assailants who seemed to have bullets for days.
Kicking the body to the side of him, and landing beside the gun tootin' shrew, he found himself wanting to beat the living SHIT out of her. Never in his life had he known a woman to be so willing to kill at any point—and never was he so WILLING to kill her his damn self! The shrew pointed the gun at him maniacally before quickly realizing that it was only her partner.
"JET!"
"WOMAN YOU ARE SO FUCKING TRIGGER HAPPY IT ISN'T EVEN FUNNY!"
"I DIDN'T START IT THIS TIME, HONEST!"
"YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THAT?! REALLY?!"
Two shot gun shells fired off in their direction, promptly breaking one of the scotch glasses with a Marlboro cigarette in it above their heads.
"Fuck! Faye we can't take them all, we gotta go! I saw a back door to the right of this bar! We can make it!"
"COME ON BITCH! STAND UP AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!"
"PISS OFF!" Five shots fired from Faye's weapon, followed by fifteen in total reply shots to hers.
Click click!
"DAMNIT!! Yeah, we gotta go Jet! Lead the way!!"
And out the door they went. Shots were still being fired—but apparently none of the men saw them sneak out the back door. They took off into a run, heading north in an abandoned air field where both of their ships were. They heard the back door bust open with a loud bang!, and a series of incoherent yelling and gunshots rang out—most of those hitting the trashcans and boxes that Faye and Jet topple over behind them to use as obstacles.
They must've ran for what seemed like hours—even though it had only been for ten minutes. The men behind them tired themselves out and eventually gave up the chase, but the two bounty hunters kept on running, cutting corners, jumping over fences and dodging traffic before finally reaching the air field. They were both out of breath..tired..exhasted..they both needed a cold beer or something to keep them up for what was ahead of them later on. Jet's heart felt as though it was pounding out of his chest—the ever lasting 'thu dum, thu dum' coursing through his body as he struggled to regain his composure. Faye on the other hand (though she had once stated that she was in the best shape of her life) was busy throwing up in a bramble bush next to her ship.
"You're..whew..you're too weak woman!" Panted Jet as he placed his hands to his side to get a hold of the muscle cramps he was experiencing. Faye glanced back at him and smiled weakly, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, before spitting out some mucus on the dirt floor. Her face looked pale, her skin clammy, and her once ruby red lips now stained with dried saliva.
"Has to be that damn scotch I drank at the bar..never did like the stuff." She exclaimed before coughing lightly and throwing back up in the bushes. Jet Black inhaled deeply and sighed exhaustedly, rubbing his bald head gently with his finger tips. Why did this woman had to drink every where she went? If it wasn't at a bar, it was a casino. If it weren't a casino, she'd damn sure find a way to get booze at a CHILDREN'S hospital. Not to say that she had a bad habit..hell Jet himself had a habit of doing so as well, and so did Spike but it was just un lady-like for her, the shrew, to do so.
Climbing into the Red Tail, Faye signaled to Jet to get into his ship as well, and vividly pointed out an awaiting ISSP vid link message from one of Jet's old co-workers. He nodded in response and hopped abroad his Hammerhead, revving it up before taking off into the cool sultry night atmosphere of Callisto, with Miss Valentine hot on his trail. As he reviewed the message he received from his old haunt, a fleeing thought came to mind—something that should've been a red flag since he arrived on Callisto to look for Spike……
…..Faye didn't drink anything.
Jupiter's Atmosphere
Faye's P.O.V
"'ey Jet! Got those S.S.N files you wanted. No sign of this Dimitri character you're looking for, but we'll keep trying. No location of this friend of yours yet but like I said we're gonna keep looking. I'll link you if I find anything."
Beep.
Great…
This was beginning to get annoying. We hadn't heard any news except from what was on t.v, and the only damn hint we got was from some short stumpy bartender at some rinky dink bar on a shitty moon. I sipped on my Capri-Sun and adjusted the cockpit seat upright. I glanced over to the vid-link screen and radioed for Jet's ship..
"If you ask me ONE more time I swear to God I'm turning around and going home."
"Just please?! I really wanna know!"
"For the last time woman, I said NO! Neither me, nor you, nor Ed heard anything from him—so stop asking!"
"So what, we're supposed to just sit here in orbit until the damn subspace gates open up?! Why can't we just fly there?!"
"Because it's a five hour trip that's why, and you know we don't have enough fuel to go so far! Now sit back, relax, and ENJOY THE VIEW!"
"WHAT VIEW?! WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE!!"
Beep.
"Jet?! JET?! God DAMN YOU!" I slammed my hands against the controls, then winced as I realized I broke one of my nails. You've got to be kidding me. You've got to be..FUCKING kidding me. I'd rather run out of gas knowing that I'm making some kind of progress in tracking the bastard than sit here waiting for some damn gate to open up! It was nothing but a waste of time, especially on my part! Jet just didn't understand..
I checked the time. 11:40 PM.
My eyes were beginning to get heavy..and all the food that I had with me inside Red Tail went away within the few minutes we were sitting here idling. Though I was indeed tired, I, however felt antsy at the same time. I wanted to get out..I wanted to run, chase, hell take a BUS after him. I wanted to cut his fucking balls off, pour salt on the wound and watch him scream in pain. I wanted to make him feel what I felt when he just…shit when he just LEFT me there!! What was he doing? What was he thinking?! How could he just leave me there, knowing that just the night before we were just..just..UGH!
Beep.
"You might as well get some sleep. Just got a call from the gate keepers. Gate won't be opening until two hours time."
"Two hours? What the hell are we supposed to do then?!"
"Read a goddamn book is what! I'm turning you off now—GOODNIGHT."
"WAI—"
Beep.
I mumbled incoherently underneath my breath, before holding my head down. I was tired..I was exhausted..I was frustrated. Maybe I do need some sleep..maybe I need time to sleep off the stress before I bust a goddamn blood vessel.
I rested the cockpit seat back and sighed heavily, looking up at the transparent roof above my head. The stars above, with a half diameter view of Jupiter seemed surreal as though it were a magnificent painting of some sort. Even the Great Red Storm itself was a site to behold as its clouds rotated clockwise/ counter clockwise in a never ending cycle. For some reason or another, it reminded me of Spike..and how he used to make love to me.
Passionate, fierce. With demand he took a hold of my body, and with compassion, he showed me what it was like to be held like a woman should've. I never trusted anyone before with anything, much less my body. And yet this man, this tall, lanky two toned sarcastic asshole of a man managed to break me out of my comfort mental safe zone and showed me a different side of the black pot.
"Spi..ke…where are..you…" And from that point on, I dreamt in shades of green..
His body was silhouetted in a green hue..
His eyes stood out magnificently like a glass of fine red wine against a white washed wall..
His lips casually blew out a puff of smoke that seemed to linger above the tip of his lips, as though it never wanted to leave. You know that feeling..You know that feeling all too well.
The lucky smoke. It danced above his lips so gently, so sweetly..much like his hands did when they were at my side. Behind him was the soft glow of the moon light that shone down upon him, changing his appearance to stand out like a Greek God. No woman could ever say that wouldn't be turned on by his demeanor. From the way he stood..
The way he smoked..
The way his eyes burned into yours, even though you try to look away. You act coy..you act casual, you try to act cool, but in comparison, you looked foolish..he knew you couldn't match his fire.
He beckons over to you by not doing much at all. All he simply did was narrow his vision towards you, making sure to follow a sly smirk afterwards. You find yourself being drawn to him..your eyes staring into his as though you were seeking his very soul.
You don't believe in shooting stars, but you made sure to think of a wish as indeed a star flew over his head. You wished he could make love to you right there and there, on the star studded, sand glittering, moonlit abandoned beach with eight out of the sixty seven moons that Jupiter possessed. The shore washes up on your feet, and you feel a bit of tingle as his arms wraps around your waist, drawing you closer to him.
"Cold..?" He asks you, his sweet vanilla breath caressing your features. Indeed you are, but you're dumbfounded. You don't say anything for a while why..?
It isn't because you're dumb.
It isn't because you couldn't find the reply you wanted to give him, though you wished you could give him the world.
No. It was simply because he made sure to shut you up with a sensual elegant kiss. His tongue gently lapping at your lips before dancing eloquently with your tongue. His kiss gets hungry..passionate..his grip gets tight on your waist. You feel his urge, you feel his desire, you both know that you want more..
Blink.
The gentle sea breeze seems to pick up as his kiss intensifies gradually. His right hand on the back of your long, smooth neck, holding you in position as he tells you he loves you with his lips..his tongue..
You can sense that within him he has a dominant side. You don't mind..you'd do anything in that moment to show him that you want to be his, and his only. You'd hold him, you'd do anything for him. You'd risk death and darkness just to see a smile on his face. No man has ever made you feel like this before. You trusted no one in the previous years; always kept your guard up, always distancing yourself from those you feel might potentially break you down. This man..this unusual, sexy, seductive, dominant, sarcastic sex craved image of a man before you has torn down your walls with only a few words and a simple kiss to seal it all in..
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
His right hand that was on the back of your neck slyly ventures down to your blouse, then slowly but slowly makes his hand up to your bra strap. Without realizing it, he unhooks it with only his index finger and thumb; a sly grin occurring on those sexy lips of his as he did so…and what did you do..?
You moaned.
You moaned, for you knew what was to come. You moaned, for you knew right then and there you didn't give a damn who was watching. You wanted him, and you wanted him bad. 'Dreams of Californication', as that old song goes that you once remembered rang through your head as his fingers stroked your back, touching the previous scars that had ravaged your body some years back. You wimper..
He tells you to be quiet. His lips hungrily go to your neck, your collar bone..his bite small and light, yet enough to make you wince a bit in a sweet/sour, pleasure/ pain, fuck me/love me type deal.
"Spi..spike.."
He silences you with yet another kiss, this time more passionate than the first. His hand fondles your breasts, his breathing becomes slightly ragged. He wants you..
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
You can't help but feel the same way. You feel the moisture growing increasingly between your thighs..you try to hide it, your sinful thoughts but you can't. His teeth scrap along your skin like a starving sleek, exotic panther begging to be satisfied with his first meal of the day..
He's impatient. He dislikes the tease. "No more teasing…"
He demands in that low, sexy tone of his before promptly ripping off the shirt off your back, ravishing your body with his hands..his lips..his eyes..his senses..he moans as he touches your skin—a slight sensual electric shock passing through your body as he does this. He seems to utter a name, but you couldn't hear it. You ask gently to say it again..he refuses.
You run your long, slender fingernails along his elegant back and grins as he inhales sharply. Pleasure mixed with pain indeed, you know what he wants and this time, he can't help but say it out loud.
"Faye.." He whispers, his lips gently touching the tip of your right ear.
"I want you…"
BLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK!
VOOSH!!
"Wha--WHAT IN THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"
"IF YOU WANT HIM, NOW'S THE TIME TO GET HIM!"
"WHAT?! Son of a BIIIIIIIIITCH!!!!!!!!!"
Flick of a wrist on the control, feet on the accelerator, and from zero to one Hundred and thirteen Miles Per Hour—I was officially a PISSED OFF MAD WOMAN.
"WAIT!! FAYE!! HOLD UP!!"
But I didn't hear him. I couldn't hear him. All I could concentrate on was what was in front of me, racing past me at almost the same speed. I was dreaming in green hues alright..and now all I could see was red blood. HE WAS GOING TO FUCKING HAVE HIS ASS HANDED TO HIM THIS TIME!
He entered into a floating asteroid field to try and lose me, but oh BOY did he forget so quickly that we have the SAME flying abilities! He tried fake outs, he tried accelerating ahead, he tried slowing down—and I was catching up to him. I matched everything he did, regardless if I knew he liked it or not. My intention wasn't to try and impress him anymore. My intention CLEARLY now was to beat the living shit out of him and talk some goddamn sense in his head!
The vid-link screen lit up with Spike's I.S.N.P ship link number, and in a hurry I accepted the screen, staring at him in a hot temper as though I knew my eyes ALONE would kill him.
"Faye."
"Spike. You gonna keep dodging me, or are you going to keep fucking STILL?!"
"Let's see how long you can keep up."
"KISS MY ASS SPIKE! This shit has been going on for too! Fucking! Long!"
Author's Point of View
In a split second and last minute thinking he managed to dodge the missile she shot off at him, watching as it exploded on impact on a floating asteroid. Faye's Red Tail cleared through the dissipated smoke and was now tailing full speed at Spike's Swordfish.
Beep.
"Yeah, you've apparently lost your goddamn mind. You missed me that much?" The cowboy asked with a sly grin as he continued to press onwards at full speed himself.
Faye frowned. She didn't like to be mocked, and she damn sure didn't like the fact that he was taking all of this with VERY little concern for her feelings. She wanted to beat the fuck out of him, she wanted to jump out of the damn ship and latch on to him, give him a concussion—hell SOMETHING! But there she was..chasing after him as if she were chasing after a bad dream. What the hell, what are we thinking? Spike was a bad dream, and even Faye herself knew it as well.
The pursuit continued for what seemed like hours, though in retrospect it had only been a thirty minute chase. Jet's Hammerhead struggled to keep up with the two, dodging along with their dodgings, rotating his ship like a rollercoaster ride before he himself had the feeling of vomit in his throat. Few minutes later, and the taste of excess saliva building up in his mouth, he finally decided to fall back and allow Faye to attempt to catch up to Spike's Swordfish.
"Bah.." He sighed to himself, rubbing the top of his bald head with his fingertips. He glanced over at the flashing vid-link message on his screen and with a heavy heart, he received it.
"Jet."
"Yo Johnson..! Long time no see buddy, what's up?"
"I was about to ask you the same question."
"Eh? What do you mean?"
"You mind telling me…. what the FUCK IS GOING ON OUT THERE WHY OUR RADAR IS OFF THE HOOK?!"
"Wha? Whaddayamean? Just two stupid kids chasing each other towards the gateway."
"Yeah. A RESTRICTED gateway reserved for ONE ship at a time. If that other ship tries to get through that gateway, not only is there going to be a fine for violation so section 17.93, but that pilot's gonna be DEAD."
"DEAD?!"
"There's a protective barrier that goes around after one ship, so we can limit it's intake of matter and mass. If ANY part of that other ship touches the barrier in anyway, it's done for. Do something about it, JET."
"Wait---WAIT JOHNSON!"
Beep.
Oh shit..SHIT…SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He focused on the now blank screen, then glanced at the two ships that were battling it out ahead of him. His forehead crinkled, his eyebrow twitched, his left leg shook. His mind was telling him to do something about what was eveidently about to happen, but his body could not comprehend along with it. He had to do something to stop Faye, in all her madness and rage from entering that wormhole, but what???
They were desperately approaching the gateway now, and it seemed as though it was about that time for the next wormhole to be established. Spike kept on evading Faye's missile attacks, while Faye tried using child like tactics to get Spike to stop in his position. The activity at the gateway started flaring up and in a brilliant burst of swirling red and blue energy ions, the gateway started to open up gradually.
Beep.
"WHAT JET?!"
"FAYE!! FAYE LISTEN TO ME YOU CAN'T GO THROUGH THERE!"
"STAY OUT OF THIS JET I GOT HIM! I GOT HIM IN MY SIGHTS!"
"Better listen to him, Faye."
"YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU BASTARD!"
"FAYE LISTEN! THE ELCTRIC BARRIER ALONE IS ENOUGH TO FRY YOUR ENGINE! LET HIM GO!"
But Faye was a stubborn woman. Foolishly she continued to chase after the man she thought she loved. The man that apparently can make her think less of her own life before letting him get away from her again. As Spike approached the wormhole, Faye fired off missiles after missiles to slow him own. One of the missiles scratched the underbelly of Spike's ship, causing it rumble and jolt before regaining composure.
"Got ya!"
"Oh yeah?!"
T MINUES TEN SECONDS TILL SHUT DOWN. TEN. NINE. EIGHT. SEVEN.
"DON'T DO IT FAYE!"
"I'm ALMOST THERE! JET! MEET ME ON SATURN!"
"WOMAN YOU WON'T MAKE IT! STOP!! STOP FAYE!"
FOUR. THREE. TWO.
Spike hightailed it INTO the wormhole, causing the suction action to bounce back Faye's ship out of path. The vid-link between the ships was immediately disconnected because of the dramatic time fluxuation, and the Redtail itself began to spin out of control. Faye tried desperately to hold on tight to the controls and steer her steady before finally coming to a halt not ten miles away from Jet's ship.
Her breathing was heavy, her chest heaved up and down as though she had ran a marathon. Sweat dripped from her forehead to her finger tips on the handles, and her legs were shaking uncontrollably. She realized that not only did she endanger her ship—she endangered her own LIFE as well just to be with the son of a bitch that got away.
Jet sighed in relief. Still got one.. He thought to himself, in reference to his comrade's life. He vid linked her and watched as she tried to regain her composure. Any fool could see the tears welling in her emerald greens, but she lowered her head down from his view—her right hand clutching as she did this.
"Jet…"
"We're going to Saturn." He didn't even allow her to finish the sentence—he already knew he was going to follow Spike where ever he went until all three got the answers they were seeking. But just as to why Faye wanted to encounter him so bad, he still had no clue, and had an eerie feeling he wouldn't know for a long time to come.
Lucky Rings Casino, Saturn. Twilight.
"And your name is?"
"Spike Spiegel."
"Can I see some identification please?"
"Sure."
"…Thank you sir. Enjoy your stay."
Inside was fit for an A list celebrity. Tall golden palm trees indigenous to Saturn rose from the floor to the glass top ceiling that showed the view of the stars and the strawberry crème gaseous clouds that loomed ahead. Birds of Paradise plants decorated the hall way of the casino, leading to the Grand Poker and Blackjack tables.
In his usual attire he walked among the fancy, rich and gliltz of 'Saturnation'—the term given to the young rich and famous at the time on the planet. The men glared, some sneered and others even gestured towards his lack of presentation but the women…oh boy did the women swoon. Spike had a way of getting any woman—regardless of age, orientation or social status, to look his way in the end. His walk, his cool-as-a-cucumber attitude and yes even the way he spoke was a definite turn on for those he encountered.
He briefly recalled an incident some three years back with a woman name Scarlett. 'Smooth Scarlett' as they had called her at that point, due to her sultry voice, her exotic Caribbean accent and her no-nonsense attitude and personality that she valued so dear. He recalled that she had always been one to hold her head up high and tried to 'right the wrongs, fight the evils' so to speak…that is, until he approached her.
He chuckled mildly to himself as he remembered catching her off guard with a simple 'innocent' question in the mist of a conversation she was having with one of her male co-workers. His eyes that Tuesday evening narrowed to her features, from her smooth chocolate skin to her deep dark brown eyes that seemed to make a statement of their own, to those long slender sexy legs that Spike wished he had wrapped around his neck. He walked up to her side and whispered softly into her ear.
"So when am I going to rip those panties off your hips..or are they as tight as you are right now..?"
Both an insult and a turn on, she couldn't help but stumble over her words just a tad. He recalled her saying something about being a 'Saint, not a sinner' but even in her ranting to try and keep her walls from breaking down, all he had to say was..
"I want you.."
..And he had her. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, gently flicking the tip as he felt her clench up underneath him. Her body, as he continued to reminisce, was soft, warm, the body of a supermodel that every wanted but couldn't get close to. He wasn't just inside her mind, but inside her head, and eventually her heart. He didn't care for her problems, he didn't care for her issues, he didn't care for the artistic value and good natured heart that she possessed—no. He cared only for one thing and one thing in that moment—and that was currently pushed in motion rapidly, followed by her moans, her cries of sweet absolute satisfaction, her long ebony locks swung over her shoulders, outline her exotic features. Her sweet Chanel scent filled his nostrils gently, giving him a sort of ecstatic high till they both floated back down to earth…
He stroked her hair, and watched as she slept. For the past two hours he fell in love with her for a brief moment, but shuddered to think that he may had shattered her innocence, though it takes two to tango. He should've walked away when he realized her eyes caught his. He should've walked away when his instincts told him he was turning her own by licking his lips..a gesture in reference to what he wanted to do with her later. He should'ves, he should'ves..
He should've saved her that day.
"We ain't no saint, we all a sinner. But when you put your good foot down, it makes your soul a winner."
From what he heard, she passed away of some kind of medical disease that was genetic in her family. He wanted to attend the funeral but couldn't…he had other pressing matters to assist to, though…
..he couldn't help but wonder if karma was going to bite him back in the ass for that one.
A classic Russian roulette table. He decided to take his chance at the game, never really being good at the game in the first place..though Faye had once given him lessons some time back. The dealer was a woman named Nina—a pretty Hispanic female seemingly in her early thirties. Her long, curly black hair and her light brown eyes caught the attention of many men at her Roulette, and of course caught Spike's attention as well. Hell, that was a given.
However, after a few hours and rounds of playing and losing his hand at every number he betted on, he decided to give up and move on to another table with another pretty lady on hand. In the process he knew what he was looking for—Dimitri. He tried to seek out someone who might slip his name, or SOMETHING, but nothing came up but the sensual laughter of those that were enjoying the spoils of life and money.
From the corner of his eye he spots a poker table full of attendees, with the dealer at a glance being just as pretty as the ones before. Exhaling out the cigarette smoke and placing its remains in a nearby plant pot, he made his way over to the popular table and decided to take a seat beside a loud, rather boisterous heavy set male, with rings on his fingers and jewelry around his neck. His laughter was more like a dry cough—the breath accompanying it quite horribly. Spike chuckled.
"Lucky night?"
"GWAFFAW! LUCKY INDEED MY FRIEND!" He exclaimed with a heavy Saudi Arabian accent. Spike noticed that the guy's fingers were all decorated with Black Hills Gold rings, and so was his neck and elaborate belt he wore around his trousers. The seven European women by his side clearly wasn't there because of their love for him—rather just to suck the poor guy dry and leave him of nothing but his trousers and what was left of his dignity. The dirty gold diggers..
"So who's this beautiful lady we're dealing with tonight?" The Cowboy asked in that ever-so-sultry tone.
"My name's Alice" She replied with a smile while extending her hand out to meet his.
"You can just call me 'lucky' Alice" Spike grinned, acknowledging the handshake in the process.
A couple of people sat around the red and green table as well, shoving in their bets and calling the shots as per the game. The game began and continued for the next twenty five minutes or so. When it struck twenty seven, the Arabian man got up in frustration and grunted, apparently upset that he lost his hand.
"AL SABIRI CALM DOWN!" One of the women exclaimed before trying to calm him down in front of the baffled crowd. Spike sighed in disappointment.
Was sure that was him..
He, however, continued to play. His hand was hot, and he was getting ready to cash in. He knew Alice was cheating—hell it was almost like playing against Faye herself when he first met her, but he decided to give it a shot anyway. One by one each of the players dropped out, probably wondering as to why their hand kept coming up short.
"Full Aces." He blurted out, laying his cards on the table for all to see. Alice smiled sweetly and presented him the Royal Flush. Spike chuckled underneath his breath and proceeded to stick a Marlboro cigarette in between his lips.
"Guess this isn't my lucky night after all." He mumbled, nudging the table twice with his left foot before he was about to turn around and head towards the door.
"Well now I wouldn't say that, Sinner..."
He stopped.
Everything around him seemed to skip a beat. Everything seemed to slow down for a good ten seconds.
What….
Did he just….
No.
No.
He refused to turn around. It couldn't be, no way in fucking Lucifer's HELL could it be. The cancer stick in between his lips began to shake, before finally falling to the ground at his feet. His perifial vision went straight to the floor first. Those legs..
That soft olive skin..
No..no it just couldn't be. That all too familiar outfit..
He turned around fully in the chair and froze as he took in the sight that was before his two toned eyes. It couldn't be..it just couldn't be.
It was her. His..his mind was thinking about her earlier for a brief moment but he never actually thought he'd see her again..especially..after…
No. She was dead, she HAD to be dead! It had to be some sort of sick fucking joke for her of ALL people to be standing before him, grinning as though she knew something he didn't know! No fucking way..! No……It can't….it can't be…
Oh but it was. His past had come back to haunt him indeed. A past he thought was long dead and buried, though he was looking for this very past at the same time. His two toned eyes met hers. His hands quivered. His body motionless.
It was his devil in paradise, the woman that was mysterious as the day he first met her, till that rainy afternoon when he held her in his arms and sworn to her it was just a dream..
It was…
"J-Ju--Julia…"
..She smiles.