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Whoosh!

Why is everything so dark?

Whoosh!

Where the hell am I?

Whoosh!

And what the hell is that damned noise?

Faye Valentine opened her eyes slowly, squinting against the bright light. She saw a pale blue ceiling with cracks and holes in it. She looked to her right and saw a door....and a pair of feet on the other side.

Faye jumped up. Or at least tried to. Something was pinning her down.

That something was the bathroom toilet.

She groaned as she saw the handcuffs binding her wrists to one of the toilet pipes. She was still in the ladies bathroom at Joe's Tavern. And that certain noise had been people flushing the toilet.

"Shit," she mumbled and sat up straight, stretching out her cramped back. "That bastards going to pay for what he did."

Faye leaned forward until her head came close enough to her hands. She fumbled through her hair for a loose bobby pin and she found what she was looking for. Placing the tip of the bobby pin in the keyhole, she skillfully picked the handcuff lock and stood up from her spot. She walked out of the bathroom stall and over to the sink where she looked at herself in the mirror. She was a wreck. Her hair was matted down with sweat and blood from the impact from the gun.

Turning on the water, Faye cupped her hands under the steamy liquid and splashed it on her face, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Just then, something popped into her brain. She quickly reached down to her holster, but found that it wasn't occupied with her gun. "Shit!" She yelled, slamming her fist down on the sink. Then something else popped into her brain. She always carried a stun gun. Now if he only left it.... Bingo! Faye reached into her bra and pulled out a mini stun gun. It was much smaller than usual and it was the best on the market. It was specially designed for bounty hunters. Faye's thoughts went back to her gun tough. She really needed one badly. The number one rule of bounty hunting is 'always have a gun.' Everybody knew that.

What a good first day of bounty hunting. First you get caught by a sexy but very disturbed man, second, you get your gun taken away from you, and third, you wake up in a bar bathroom.

Geez, if she was given a penny every time each of those three happened...

After cleaning herself up, Faye stumbled out of the bathroom, using the wall as a support. She received stares from the people in the bar, but ignored each and every one of them. Except this one guy...he was rambling on about some kind of bounty...

"Yeah, Spike Spiegel," his gruffy voice said to the bartender. "Can you tell me where he is?"

The bartender responded to the man, pointing to the doorway. The larger man nodded his thanks and headed out the door.

Now's my chance. Faye thought. She followed him out of the bar and into the dark deserted parking lot. There was a street light overhead, but it kept flickering on and off every few seconds or so. This made Faye feel a little bit uneasy. She couldn't see the man anywhere.

Taking slow deliberate steps, Faye began to walk in between parked cars and ships, trying to spot the man. Unfortunately she couldn't even see her hand if she extended it out in front of her face. "Now where'd he go?" she wondered out loud.

"You mean me?" a gruffy voice responded.

Faye spun around and was greeted with the large man she saw in the bar. She still couldn't see his face clear enough, but she could make out his form.

"What do you want?" he asked lowly to her.

She didn't say anything. Instead, she just turned around, hoping to get away.

But something clamped around her wrist, locking her in place.

Faye looked down at her wrist, then at the man. His grip was unbelievably tight. And it was unbelievably cold and hard. She stared down at his hand some more. The flickering street light gleamed over the two of them and she gasped. His arm was a metal prosthetic.

"I-I didn't want anything," Faye said softly. She pulled away from him, trying to get free. His grip just tightened.

"Liar, liar," he said, teasing her a bit. The man just looked at her for a second, then released his grip from her arm.

Faye brought her hand to her chest, rubbing it with her good one. Now, that's gonna leave a mark she thought to herself.

"Now, what were you saying about a bounty?" She asked him. Maybe if she just asked nicely, she could get some information.

The man peered down at her. "What's that you say? Are you a bounty hunter?" The disbelief in his voice made Faye's anger rise. She just grit her teeth and replied calmly.

"No. I think I used to know the guy everyone's looking for. All I heard was his first name and I wanted to find out if it was him." Faye took out a cigarette, popping it in her mouth. She heard the man in front of her grunt a little and she handed one over to him. He took it gladly.

"Well, there's not much known about this guy. His name is Spike Spiegel and he's wanted for hacking into one of the galaxies most exclusive syndicates. Just his luck that they made his bounty a 'dead or alive' situation. Basically it means that he's a dead man walking. The 2 million on his head is gonna cause some competition between bounty hunters." The man paused. "So, do you think you know this guy?"

Faye nodded. "Yeah. It sounds like the guy I used to know. But do you know where he is?"

He nodded once again but paused. "Hey, are you gonna tell me your name or what?" he asked.

Faye's poker face softened for a second. "It's Faye."

"I'm Jet," he said. He extended his hand to her and she took it reluctantly. "Nice to meet ya."

Jet took a drag from his smoke and let it out through his nose. "Well, the guy in the bar said that he was here less than two hours ago, so he couldn't have gone that far. My guess is that he's just hiding out around here, waiting for all the bounty hunters in the bar to head on out."

Faye nodded. The information he gave her wasn't of much help because she already knew most of it. She wanted exact locations at that exact time.

"Well, Jet," Faye said in her most sexiest, deepest voice, taking a step closer to him. "Thanks for helping me out there." She brought her arms around Jet and brought her face close to his. So close that their noses her almost touching.

Then all of a sudden:

Bam!

Jet was out like a light.

As the large man fell to the ground, Faye smirked and placed her stun gun back in her bra for safe keeping. She tried her best to roll Jet over and she grabbed two of his guns from his holster and a wad of woo longs just in case.

"Thanks, Jet. And you're right. There is a lot of competition."

Now aboard her ship, Faye started up her engine and began to hover in the air. She took Jet's theory of Spike still being close in consideration and turned on her headlights. She hovered over the trees and aimed them down, sweeping over the area.

She squinted hard to see if she could make out anything. There was nothing down there for all she knew. And even if Spike was down there, his deep green hair would just help him blend in even more with the trees.

Faye scowled a bit a headed north. She didn't know why she headed north. It was just a gut feeling.

As she sped through the dark Mars terrain, Faye could feel herself getting sleepy. She shook her head to clear it and really wished that she had grabbed a drink before she left the bar. Her eyes trailed down to the dashboard and her eyes widened. There was a small piece of paper sitting there. Faye reached down and took the paper in her hands, struggling to read the writing. The dark didn't help either. She squinted harder.

"Watch....the....roll?" Faye struggled to read it. The handwriting was far too sloppy. She read it again as a street light came overhead. "Watch the road...."

She thought for a second and then looked up. Another ship was coming at her full speed. It bound closer to her. Faye steadied her course, holding her breath. If it was a game of chicken he wanted, it was a game of chicken he was getting.

Faye pushed her ship faster and faster, daring him to crash into her, whoever it was. But she had a pretty good idea.

And she was right. She could see Spike's face perfectly from the cockpit. That's how close the two were. He had a strange glimmer in his eye and for a second, Faye wondered if he was going to move or not.

"Come on, move," Faye whispered to herself. Though she kept a cool exterior at most times, Faye sometimes panicked over the smallest things.

Spike still bound faster. Closer, closer, closer, and closer.

Until they were too close for comfort. Faye swallowed her pride and yanked the controls of the ship down. Not soon enough though. The tail of Spike's ship cut into her right wing, severing it in half and sending her into a nose dive.

"Shit!" Faye mumbled. She pressed a few buttons, trying to get the ship under control, but nothing worked. She slammed her hand against the control panel as the ground came closer and closer. Faye thought of other things she could do to save her, but everything seemed totally pointless.

Looking to her right, she saw her safety belt. Better than nothing, she thought. She hurried and strapped herself in, praying to God that these things actually worked and actually promising to God that she would continue wearing her seat belt if she survived this.

"Come on, pull up," Spike had been saying from his cockpit as he watched the girl's ship go into a nose dive. He didn't mean to actually kill her or anything. But what could he do now? He couldn't chase after her ship and catch it like it was a baseball or anything. Everything was totally out of his hands. Spike continued on forward, ignoring the sound of her screams.

Faye screamed as the ship came in contact with the ground, skidding on the pavement at first, then going into 7 consecutive flips causing parts of her ship to go flying off and then finally screeching against the cement until it came to a slow agonizing stop.

Her screams didn't stop when the ship did though. She was still screaming out of terror, but then when she realized that she was alive, her screams turned confusion, then relief. She sat there in her cockpit trembling and silently crying from her near death experience.

After about five minutes, Faye moved from her spot, unbuckling her seat belt. She stared at it and smiled at the inanimate object. "I got to get out of here," she mumbled to herself. Using her elbow, she hit the glass frame, breaking it so she could get out. When there was enough room for her to get free, she pulled herself through the window, disregarding the glass that went cutting into her flesh. She fell to the pavement and crawled away from the wreckage, pulling out a cigarette to calm her nerves.

She held the lighter up to her face and she felt a dizziness come over her. She fell to the ground, still conscious, but very, very tired. Her cigarette fell out of her mouth and rolled next to her eye. She looked at it and scowled.

"I really wanted that cigarette," she muttered, too tired to even try to retrieve it. And before she knew it, she was out cold.

A.N.: Sorry, this was a little short. I usually like to make my chapters longer, but my brain isn't working too good at the moment and I need something to eat! I hope you liked the second chapter thought. And gimme some reviews! Thanks to those who already did!