The Lucky Ones - 12 - Violent

"Follow the leader down, and swallow your pride and drown." - Unwritten Law

Lives were so easy to take away and when I watched lightblue gunsmoke flow from my weapon, I've never been so scared. Her body slumped to the floor lazily. A bullet had entered her left cheek and exited her skull. Her golden strands of hair covered the untouched side of her face and the only thing dancers were blessed with seeing was blood and brains scattered over the neatly polished tile.

I dropped the gun quickly and backed away to examine my work. I then noticed that Spike was hunched below me, grasping his arm and wincing in pain but not so much screaming in agony. The man whom I tried seducing fled the scene once the word "bounty hunters" was heard. How he could hear through the blaring music, I'm not sure. He must've panicked when he saw me approach this dead sleeping beauty.

Bending down, I touched Spike's shoulder. He was breathing quickly and sweat dripped down the side of his face. The room was humid and time was frozen as customers rushed to the exit and others knelt beside the body.

"Are you ok?" My voice was breaking and my lips were dry.

"I'm fine..I just..."

He looked over at the crowd around our bounty and yelled at them.

"Don't touch her! The paramedics will be here."

He then turned back to me.

"Look, this place is going to be crawling with cops. You go search for that other guy, and I'll stick around here to explain things."

"But, I don't know where he--"

He grabbed my hand and turned his discolored eyes towards me. His hair was damp, his grip tight on his own limbs.

"Faye." He interrupted. "Just go."

-

Outside of the eerily silent bar it was hotter than usual. The night was dark and the streetlamps only projected a faded yellow glow on the broken sidewalk. I didn't know where I'd find this man. I'm on a planet I didn't know and deciding on the first place to search was kind of hard. Most stores were either closed for the night or had gone out of business.

After I was mintues from the club, I came across a bench which was begging for company so I sat my tired, murderous form down. What's the point in looking for this man? I don't think Spike sent me out to find him anyway. He probably thought I was going to do more damage and keep spraying bullets. It was clear he was upset that I had killed the bounty but he tried his best to keep his calm and even managed to smile at me as he pushed me towards the exit.

I stayed outside in the dry weather for as long as I could. I decided that this criminal wasn't dumb. He probably hightailed it out of this hell. With that in mind I walked back to the murder scene.

-

Bright yellow police tape covered every inch of the building and a burly officer stood by the entrance blocking off any intruders. When I tried to get through he said no one was entering the club. I explained that I was hunter. That I was after the woman who was killed. He didn't know I was the one who did it, and he seemed like a rookie so he shrugged it off and let me through.

Celing fans and light fixtures buzzed silently. Through all the chatter of newspaper reporters and local bar yuppies crying to get inside, everything seemed quiet. I walked past people questioning me and tried not to notice her sprawled out body. After asking the bartender where the "wounded man" was, I continued onto some back rooms and came upon a small office. Memos written on old paper were pasted to the door, and inside the cubicle Spike sat on the desk wrapping his arm with tape he was given from paramedics. His shirt and jacket had been removed and I could see blood steaming down his arm. No doubt it looked painful, but he didn't seem to mind.

"You know, they'll clean your arm for you out there." I set my gun next to him and tried to act casual. I didn't want to show that I was afraid he wasn't going to speak to me.

"No, I don't trust people touching my blood."

He finished winding the bandage and reached for his clothing.

"We need to get out of here, before they realize one of us did it." He hurriedly button his shirt, sloppily draped his necktie around him and headed towards the door.

"Wait, Spike. You don't think I did that on purpose, did you?"

He sighed and let go of the doorknob.

"This is hardly the place to discuss this Faye."

I didn't know what to say. I wanted to kiss and make up with him before we headed back but I realized that was almost impossible. He didn't react to my voice, and his vision never noticed my half-naked heaving body in front of him.

"She was just a bounty Spike. Don't think about it so much." The idea of referring to a human being as nothing was not something I'd usually say, much less think. I looked around the room for something to pacify his needs. "Here." I grabbed his hand and let his index finger run down my slippery stomach. "Think about this instead."

He looked around nervously as if someone were to see us. No one could see us though. It was just us in the dark room. Soon enough, I didn't have to lead his hands, as he found his own way without much trouble.

I slyly locked the door and ran my fingers along his growing erection. He was trembling in my hands and the feeling of doing something bad only made us continue. Before I knew it, I was unzipping his pants, my face so close to his pelvis, I could almost smell his excitement.

I took a deep breath before I made love to him with my mouth. I realized that I wouldn't be able to keep escaping my problems in crazy fantasies, but he tasted so good. His moaning was wonderful. His hands ran through my hair, and cupped my face.

"We.." His breathing was hard, and he soon began to follow the rhythm of my mouth with his slow, gentle thrusts. "...shouldn't be doing this."

"Shh." I told him. Just a while longer.

Standing up, I kissed him deeply and passionately. Though he wanted to leave, the excitement was incredible. I breathed heavily against his ear and told him I wanted to continue what we did last night. I had only imagined him thrusting me against the nearby desk, ripping off my sweat infested clothes and pounding away my memories.

I ran my finger down his arm, careful not cause extra pain to the wound. We held each other tightly, and were both surprised when a knock came to the door.

"Spike are you in there?"

It was strange to hear Jet's voice, as we didn't imagine him to show up. Spike quickly zipped his pants and responded.

"Uh yeah. Just gimme' a second."

"Is Faye in there too? What the fuck happened out here?"