Act Seven: The Lucky Number, and the Climax… At last!
Spike and Jet stormed into the car, guns blazing left and right as they battled with Vicious' thugs.
The two men ducked behind opposite benches to avoid being hit.
Spike ducked as a bullet flew over his head and then popped back up and shot the man in the chest.
Jet ducked as a window was blown out and shot another man in the neck, dropping him like a sack of old potatoes.
Spike fired at another man, but as the man fell back from the fatal wound, the slide on Spike's gun stopped in the recoil poison, signifying that it was empty. "Shit! Out of ammo!" Spike exclaimed.
"Hey Spike! Catch!" Jet told him.
Spike turned around to catch the rifle that Jet tossed to him.
"Thanks." Spike said as he held up the rifle and unloaded a couple of shots at one of the remaining men.
"Don't mention it, and I doubt that he'll miss it." Jet replied, gesturing towards the man underneath the door. He then stood up and shot another one of the men.
Spike stood up and fired the rifle, finishing off the last one.
After the smoke had cleared, the two men stood up and walked back out into isle. Spike picked up a double barrel shotgun from one of the men, and located two shells for it. After loading the gun, he closed it and then picked up a revolver, which was fully loaded, and tucked it into his pocket.
"Let's go." He said.
The two men then made their way towards the door.
Spike kicked it open only to have to duck as a man took a shot at him. But, as Spike dropped to the floor, he fired one of the shells into the man's stomach, shredding his mid section up.
Spike then stepped forward and blew away another man he saw in the room, who was reaching for his gun.
It was then that he spotted Vicious. The evil man stepped forward and drew his katana blade. "Hello, Spike." He said.
Spike turned to Jet. "Go around and take care of the driver." Spike instructed him.
"Right." Jet said as he stepped back out and climbed onto the top of the train car.
Spike turned back to Vicious. "Let's finish this." Spike remarked.
"Good. I've waited years for this day, now I will show you who is the superior fighter." Vicious stated.
"We'll see." Spike said, taking off his coat and tossing it aside. He then discarded the shotgun he was holding. He then drew the revolver from his pocket. "Let's get this over with." Spike said grimly, dropping his hat onto the floor and kicking it to the side.
"One last time, for old times' sake." Vicious said with a dark grin.
***
The outlaw kept his gun trained on the conductor. He was getting nervous, he had heard a lot of shooting, and then nothing.
Just then, he heard a noise. He turned to see Jet land in front of him. Next, a bullet from Jet's Walther planted itself firmly between his eyes.
***
Faye had heard the gun shot outside the door. She then saw the man, who had been guarding her, look away. She then took that moment to pull up the side of her dress and take the Derringer from the garter on her leg.
She fired both rounds out of the diminutive little gun, killing the man.
Fay got up and smoothed out her red dress. She then pulled up the side of her dress to tuck the Derringer back into the garter on her hip.
***
Spike stood across from Vicious. It was like the two men were the only things there. Spike could hear nothing outside of their personal zone.
Vicious stepped forward. "Now is the time to end our eternal conflict. He will put our skills against each other, and one of us will live and the other will die." He stated.
"Well, this day had to come eventually. I wonder who fate will smile on, you are me?" Spike replied, preparing himself.
"Now is the time to see who is the strongest, Spike." Vicious stated.
***
Jet kicked the door open and stepped inside the train car. But all he saw was a man laying on the floor dead, and Faye standing there.
"Jet?" Faye Exclaimed.
"I think it's time we got out of here." Jet suggested.
"But what about Spike?" Faye asked.
"He has his own ghosts do deal with." Jet replied grimly.
***
Vicious lunged towards Spike, swinging his sword through a chair as Spike ducked and aimed his gun at him.
The shot hit the Kevlar vest, but didn't stop Vicious. Spike kicked him in the chin ands Vicious jumped back; he spit out some blood and renewed his effort.
Spike dodged to the side as Vicious lunged past him. He then kneed Vicious in the stomach, but Vicious stabbed spike in the hip, on his left leg with his knife.
Spike stumbled back and pulled the knife out of his leg with a painful sound. Vicious tried to bring his sword down on Spike, but he blocked the katana blade with his gun and the dagger and jumped up and kicked Vicious back.
Spike then stepped forward and hit Vicious across the face with his gun. Spike then stuck the knife into a spot that the vest didn't cover.
Vicious grabbed Spike by the hair and threw him into the floor, he then cringed and stumbled back. Pulling out the bloody knife. Vicious looked up at Spike. "I'd forgotten what it was like to bleed, thank you Spike." He said and then attacked Spike again.
Spike got up and spit blood out of his mouth. "No… problem…" Spike said, as he stood up.
Vicious ran towards Spike and thrust the sword at him. Spike jumped back against the door, then rolled to the side as Vicious missed him and stuck his sword into the door. Spike rolled behind Vicious and drew his revolver. He grabbed the revolver from the second man he had killed. Spike stood up and pointed both of the revolvers at Vicious.
Vicious held his arm in front of his face, using the armored guard on his forearm to shield his face.
Spike began firing all the rounds into Vicious' vest; each bullet hit the same spots, around the middle and lower section of the vest. The bullets weren't going through but they were gradually shredding away the vest over the top of his stomach. The impact kept Vicious from moving forward, which aloud Spike to continue pummeling his with rounds from his guns.
Spike's first revolver ran out and soon the second one ran out. Spike tossed them both aside and then reached behind his back and pulled out his small Sig-Pro™ from its spot on his belt and kept unloading the small plastic back-up gun into he heard the sound he had been waiting for.
Vicious screamed in pain and clutched his side; he coughed out blood onto the floor in a crimson splash that soaked into the carpeting.
Vicious staggered back. He tore off his Kevlar vest and looked at the bullet wound in his side. It was bleeding badly.
Vicious watched as Spike walked up to him and looked at him with an emotionless expression.
Spike pulled Vicious' sword out of the wall. "Here, you need your sword!" He said as he ran the sword into Vicious' stomach. "Die now, Vicious, die painfully!" He said as he stuck it in all the way, causing the sword to come out on the other end through his stomach and pin him to the wall with it. Vicious' eyes met with Spike's, he saw total and complete hatred in them. Vicious' head then slumped down and he didn't move. Spike sighed and began to relax.
Suddenly, Vicious looked up at Spike. "You too!" He said and tried to stab Spike in the heart, but Spike dodged and the knife went into his right shoulder.
Spike staggered back and pulled the knife out of his shoulder with a grunt. He then grabbed the handle of the Katana blade and twisted the sword around, causing more blood to come out of Vicious' mouth as he howled in pain. "Go to hell, now, you son of a bitch!" Spike spat and then stumbled back and fell down.
Spike managed to stand back up. He picked up his hat and put it back on. He then threw his coat over his shoulder and tucked his gun back in his pocked.
Spike slowly limped out of the car and into the next, not bothering to close either of the doors.
Faye and Jet turned around and looked at him. Faye ran over to him and rapped her arms around him; she began to cry. Spike looked down at her, a strange expression on his eyes. "Is that a tear Faye? You're crying, why?" He asked her.
Faye looked up at him and smiled. "Nothing, Lunkhead, nothing." She said and then brought her lips up to his and kissed him deeply.
The two stood there like that for a while, until Spike heard Jet cough loudly. He broke the kiss and looked over to his partner. Jet stepped forward and put his hand on Spike's shoulder and shook his hand. "Well, Spike, I thin this means we saved the day." Jet remarked.
"Yeah, Jet, I think we did." He said happily as he held Faye against him in a comforting embrace.
***
Vicious was not moving, he was completely limp. Yet, his hand rose up slowly and grabbed the handle of his sword and pulled it out. He fell to the ground and pulled himself over to his jacket and pulled out four sticks of dynamite that were wrapped together. He lit the intertwined fuses and got up and walked towards the open door that he could see through his darkening vision.
***
Jet looked up and saw Vicious. "Spike, look!" He said as he pointed towards the door with his regular arm.
Spike turned around to see Vicious staggering towards them like a zombie. Spike held up his gun and fired a direct shot at Vicious sending him flying back and causing the dynamite to fall out of his hand.
The gun's slide stopped in the recoil position and the clip fell out. "Bang!" Spike said as he watched Vicious fall.
Jet ran over and unhooked the pin, causing the other two cars to detach and fall back from theirs. Jet ran back as the car with Vicious exploded in a ball of fire.
"Enjoy your trip to hell, Vicious." Spike said. Faye and Jet then helped him over to a bench where he could sit down. "Tell the conductor to stop at the next town." Spike said as he closed his eyes and leaned back against the window.
(You did it, cowboy.)
~End of Act Seven~
Spike and Jet stormed into the car, guns blazing left and right as they battled with Vicious' thugs.
The two men ducked behind opposite benches to avoid being hit.
Spike ducked as a bullet flew over his head and then popped back up and shot the man in the chest.
Jet ducked as a window was blown out and shot another man in the neck, dropping him like a sack of old potatoes.
Spike fired at another man, but as the man fell back from the fatal wound, the slide on Spike's gun stopped in the recoil poison, signifying that it was empty. "Shit! Out of ammo!" Spike exclaimed.
"Hey Spike! Catch!" Jet told him.
Spike turned around to catch the rifle that Jet tossed to him.
"Thanks." Spike said as he held up the rifle and unloaded a couple of shots at one of the remaining men.
"Don't mention it, and I doubt that he'll miss it." Jet replied, gesturing towards the man underneath the door. He then stood up and shot another one of the men.
Spike stood up and fired the rifle, finishing off the last one.
After the smoke had cleared, the two men stood up and walked back out into isle. Spike picked up a double barrel shotgun from one of the men, and located two shells for it. After loading the gun, he closed it and then picked up a revolver, which was fully loaded, and tucked it into his pocket.
"Let's go." He said.
The two men then made their way towards the door.
Spike kicked it open only to have to duck as a man took a shot at him. But, as Spike dropped to the floor, he fired one of the shells into the man's stomach, shredding his mid section up.
Spike then stepped forward and blew away another man he saw in the room, who was reaching for his gun.
It was then that he spotted Vicious. The evil man stepped forward and drew his katana blade. "Hello, Spike." He said.
Spike turned to Jet. "Go around and take care of the driver." Spike instructed him.
"Right." Jet said as he stepped back out and climbed onto the top of the train car.
Spike turned back to Vicious. "Let's finish this." Spike remarked.
"Good. I've waited years for this day, now I will show you who is the superior fighter." Vicious stated.
"We'll see." Spike said, taking off his coat and tossing it aside. He then discarded the shotgun he was holding. He then drew the revolver from his pocket. "Let's get this over with." Spike said grimly, dropping his hat onto the floor and kicking it to the side.
"One last time, for old times' sake." Vicious said with a dark grin.
***
The outlaw kept his gun trained on the conductor. He was getting nervous, he had heard a lot of shooting, and then nothing.
Just then, he heard a noise. He turned to see Jet land in front of him. Next, a bullet from Jet's Walther planted itself firmly between his eyes.
***
Faye had heard the gun shot outside the door. She then saw the man, who had been guarding her, look away. She then took that moment to pull up the side of her dress and take the Derringer from the garter on her leg.
She fired both rounds out of the diminutive little gun, killing the man.
Fay got up and smoothed out her red dress. She then pulled up the side of her dress to tuck the Derringer back into the garter on her hip.
***
Spike stood across from Vicious. It was like the two men were the only things there. Spike could hear nothing outside of their personal zone.
Vicious stepped forward. "Now is the time to end our eternal conflict. He will put our skills against each other, and one of us will live and the other will die." He stated.
"Well, this day had to come eventually. I wonder who fate will smile on, you are me?" Spike replied, preparing himself.
"Now is the time to see who is the strongest, Spike." Vicious stated.
***
Jet kicked the door open and stepped inside the train car. But all he saw was a man laying on the floor dead, and Faye standing there.
"Jet?" Faye Exclaimed.
"I think it's time we got out of here." Jet suggested.
"But what about Spike?" Faye asked.
"He has his own ghosts do deal with." Jet replied grimly.
***
Vicious lunged towards Spike, swinging his sword through a chair as Spike ducked and aimed his gun at him.
The shot hit the Kevlar vest, but didn't stop Vicious. Spike kicked him in the chin ands Vicious jumped back; he spit out some blood and renewed his effort.
Spike dodged to the side as Vicious lunged past him. He then kneed Vicious in the stomach, but Vicious stabbed spike in the hip, on his left leg with his knife.
Spike stumbled back and pulled the knife out of his leg with a painful sound. Vicious tried to bring his sword down on Spike, but he blocked the katana blade with his gun and the dagger and jumped up and kicked Vicious back.
Spike then stepped forward and hit Vicious across the face with his gun. Spike then stuck the knife into a spot that the vest didn't cover.
Vicious grabbed Spike by the hair and threw him into the floor, he then cringed and stumbled back. Pulling out the bloody knife. Vicious looked up at Spike. "I'd forgotten what it was like to bleed, thank you Spike." He said and then attacked Spike again.
Spike got up and spit blood out of his mouth. "No… problem…" Spike said, as he stood up.
Vicious ran towards Spike and thrust the sword at him. Spike jumped back against the door, then rolled to the side as Vicious missed him and stuck his sword into the door. Spike rolled behind Vicious and drew his revolver. He grabbed the revolver from the second man he had killed. Spike stood up and pointed both of the revolvers at Vicious.
Vicious held his arm in front of his face, using the armored guard on his forearm to shield his face.
Spike began firing all the rounds into Vicious' vest; each bullet hit the same spots, around the middle and lower section of the vest. The bullets weren't going through but they were gradually shredding away the vest over the top of his stomach. The impact kept Vicious from moving forward, which aloud Spike to continue pummeling his with rounds from his guns.
Spike's first revolver ran out and soon the second one ran out. Spike tossed them both aside and then reached behind his back and pulled out his small Sig-Pro™ from its spot on his belt and kept unloading the small plastic back-up gun into he heard the sound he had been waiting for.
Vicious screamed in pain and clutched his side; he coughed out blood onto the floor in a crimson splash that soaked into the carpeting.
Vicious staggered back. He tore off his Kevlar vest and looked at the bullet wound in his side. It was bleeding badly.
Vicious watched as Spike walked up to him and looked at him with an emotionless expression.
Spike pulled Vicious' sword out of the wall. "Here, you need your sword!" He said as he ran the sword into Vicious' stomach. "Die now, Vicious, die painfully!" He said as he stuck it in all the way, causing the sword to come out on the other end through his stomach and pin him to the wall with it. Vicious' eyes met with Spike's, he saw total and complete hatred in them. Vicious' head then slumped down and he didn't move. Spike sighed and began to relax.
Suddenly, Vicious looked up at Spike. "You too!" He said and tried to stab Spike in the heart, but Spike dodged and the knife went into his right shoulder.
Spike staggered back and pulled the knife out of his shoulder with a grunt. He then grabbed the handle of the Katana blade and twisted the sword around, causing more blood to come out of Vicious' mouth as he howled in pain. "Go to hell, now, you son of a bitch!" Spike spat and then stumbled back and fell down.
Spike managed to stand back up. He picked up his hat and put it back on. He then threw his coat over his shoulder and tucked his gun back in his pocked.
Spike slowly limped out of the car and into the next, not bothering to close either of the doors.
Faye and Jet turned around and looked at him. Faye ran over to him and rapped her arms around him; she began to cry. Spike looked down at her, a strange expression on his eyes. "Is that a tear Faye? You're crying, why?" He asked her.
Faye looked up at him and smiled. "Nothing, Lunkhead, nothing." She said and then brought her lips up to his and kissed him deeply.
The two stood there like that for a while, until Spike heard Jet cough loudly. He broke the kiss and looked over to his partner. Jet stepped forward and put his hand on Spike's shoulder and shook his hand. "Well, Spike, I thin this means we saved the day." Jet remarked.
"Yeah, Jet, I think we did." He said happily as he held Faye against him in a comforting embrace.
***
Vicious was not moving, he was completely limp. Yet, his hand rose up slowly and grabbed the handle of his sword and pulled it out. He fell to the ground and pulled himself over to his jacket and pulled out four sticks of dynamite that were wrapped together. He lit the intertwined fuses and got up and walked towards the open door that he could see through his darkening vision.
***
Jet looked up and saw Vicious. "Spike, look!" He said as he pointed towards the door with his regular arm.
Spike turned around to see Vicious staggering towards them like a zombie. Spike held up his gun and fired a direct shot at Vicious sending him flying back and causing the dynamite to fall out of his hand.
The gun's slide stopped in the recoil position and the clip fell out. "Bang!" Spike said as he watched Vicious fall.
Jet ran over and unhooked the pin, causing the other two cars to detach and fall back from theirs. Jet ran back as the car with Vicious exploded in a ball of fire.
"Enjoy your trip to hell, Vicious." Spike said. Faye and Jet then helped him over to a bench where he could sit down. "Tell the conductor to stop at the next town." Spike said as he closed his eyes and leaned back against the window.
(You did it, cowboy.)
~End of Act Seven~
