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Part Two: End of Destiny
Like watching a dream…
[There's a stranger speaks outside her door – Says "Take what you can from your dreams. Make them real as anything. It'd take the work out of the courage."]
She was loyal – loyal to the syndicate, Vicious, and Spike, but lately Spike had been talking strangely. Talking about getting out of the Red Dragons. She knew it was impossible, but at the same time the thought sent a thrill through her. A wild hope – a dream that only Spike could create and make her believe possible. But Vicious was on to them. He had yet to catch them in the act, but he knew. This misplaced bit of Heaven would have to be returned soon. Spike was the dream – Vicious the reality.
The time had come, just as she expected. But she would not let the one bright thing in her would of grey be destroyed. Vicious didn't want to kill his partner. He thought he was being cruel, ordering her to kill him, but she understood. Spike could escape, but not with her. He would try to reach her once more, she knew, if she didn't meet him, but she couldn't let him see her again.
It was raining. How fitting. She opened the window and quickly shredded the slip of paper he had given her, watching them fall away like snow. For a moment she stood looking up at the clouds and let the sky cry the tears she would not let herself indulge. When he came, she would be ready. She loved the dream too much to let it perish. She would let it go.
The rain persisted into the evening. It blurred everything outside the window together, but she continued to wait. There he was, coming out of the ally, head bare despite the steady drizzle. He carried something… flowers. Her heart contracted painfully. Before he crossed the street, she reached for the phone, glad that her hand was steady as she dialed.
[But she says, "Please, there's a crazy man that's creeping outside my door. I live at the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world."]
Gunfire lit the early evening. Sharp snaps talked back and forth. When it was finally silent she lifted her head from her arms. The street was empty except for a shredded bunch of flowers in the middle of the road. He was gone.
But as she turned away, a figure came around the corner. It calmly walked down the sidewalk beneath her window and paused. Mismatched eyes met hers with more pain and love than she could believe possible. A thin red line mixed with water down the side of his face. He lifted a single red rose to his lips and let it drop to the pavement. Without looking back he continued down the road.
Two single tears fell.
"Spike, I'm sorry."
A few minutes later an explosion lit up the distance.
[There's an emptiness inside her and she'd do anything to fill it in.]
Cold – it was so cold.
To come so far – to finally find the courage to reach for a dream, only for it to end here was the most unfair twist to life. Hot lead burned through her heart, melting the ice for an instant. Now she could feel life leaking out of her body, leaving only the cold.
[And though it's red blood bleeding from her now, it feels like cold blue ice in her heart. She feels like kicking out all the windows and setting fire to this life.]
How unfair the world was. It made her angry that she was given a chance for true freedom and happiness, only to have the past rip it away. She looked up at the one who had held her future. He had come back for her. She almost thought he'd given up – was afraid that he might have given up on her.
Spike held her limp body close. She wished she could find the strength to move, to kiss him one last time, or even just to smile. Breathing was too hard. He began to fade. She fought to keep him in focus, wanting to hold on to him, but everything began turning grey. With her last breath she whispered,
"It was just a dream."
[She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright. But all the colors mix together – to grey.]
If only she could have found the courage to reach further. If only she could have let go of reality for one moment – let go of the drab existence for a world of hopeful dreams.
If only…
[And it breaks her heart – It breaks her heart… to grey.]
The End – To a Cowboy's dream…
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