Only A Dream
By: David J Adams
Editing By:NOODLE
"So this is what it has come to…" Vicious mumbled in a low growl of a voice.
"Yeah…I guess it has," Spike replied, grinning in his enemies face.
The two men stared deep into each other's eyes with deep and ever-growing hate, as they slowly slid each other's weapon back to its owner. They both lunged for the weapons at the same moment; two lightning bolts zapping the ground. Vicious swung his saber with more rage then ever before as the thundering sound of Spike's pistol echoed through the roofless room.
The two stood silent for what seemed like minutes, then Vicious' face became as white as a demon specter and he fell to the ground with a dull thud, his bloody blade still held tightly within his grasp.
Spike dropped his pistol to the floor and began down the long flight of stairs looming infront of him. He limped down stair after stair until he came to the middle. He smiled as the blood ran from his head and wounded body. He began to lift his hand from across his chest, spilling more of the red fluid from thewound from Vicious' sword.
He aimed his pointer finger at his head, looking at the clan members and hence men waiting for him at the bottom.
"Bang,'' Spike said calmly, pulling the trigger of his make believe weapon.
Then…he fell forward and hit the ground with a soft thud. His eyes closed and he lay there dying. Somehow, by some miracle, he could hear Julia speaking to him, as if from heaven above.
"Spike?Was…was it all…just a dream?" she asked, delecately.
"Yeah," Spike replied to himself and Julia at the same time "It was all just a dream."
You Got to Bear That Weight
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By: David J Adams
Editing By:NOODLE
"So this is what it has come to…" Vicious mumbled in a low growl of a voice.
"Yeah…I guess it has," Spike replied, grinning in his enemies face.
The two men stared deep into each other's eyes with deep and ever-growing hate, as they slowly slid each other's weapon back to its owner. They both lunged for the weapons at the same moment; two lightning bolts zapping the ground. Vicious swung his saber with more rage then ever before as the thundering sound of Spike's pistol echoed through the roofless room.
The two stood silent for what seemed like minutes, then Vicious' face became as white as a demon specter and he fell to the ground with a dull thud, his bloody blade still held tightly within his grasp.
Spike dropped his pistol to the floor and began down the long flight of stairs looming infront of him. He limped down stair after stair until he came to the middle. He smiled as the blood ran from his head and wounded body. He began to lift his hand from across his chest, spilling more of the red fluid from thewound from Vicious' sword.
He aimed his pointer finger at his head, looking at the clan members and hence men waiting for him at the bottom.
"Bang,'' Spike said calmly, pulling the trigger of his make believe weapon.
Then…he fell forward and hit the ground with a soft thud. His eyes closed and he lay there dying. Somehow, by some miracle, he could hear Julia speaking to him, as if from heaven above.
"Spike?Was…was it all…just a dream?" she asked, delecately.
"Yeah," Spike replied to himself and Julia at the same time "It was all just a dream."
You Got to Bear That Weight
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