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All questions from last chapter will be answered here hopefully. Sorry it took so long! Once again I apologize about the grammar, commas and such but I have had someone beta the story for me. And thank you all for my reviews I really appreciate them allot (.
Nightmares run in the genes Ch 2 Winds of the past always blow cold
The destination, The place toward which my life is tending, Is the journey itself and not the final stopping place. -Richard Bode
Back on the ship again, everything seemed the same. Though it was quiet, too quiet. I looked around at everything in the ship but I just couldn't keep my mind on anything for very long. So many thoughts ran through my head. My head made me so dizzy. I needed to sleep or pass out. Plus to make it worse my side hurt like hell too. I held my side briefly thinking about the consequences of my decision not to say a damn word about it.
But there was no way I was going back to the hospital. If I they would have known about my side I'd have probably spent another month there.
To hell with that thought! Just thinking about the hospital made me think about all the money I owed. What was I gonna do about it all?
Goddam reality, why me? I needed a drink, badly. At this point being sober was a bad thing, because it meant I had to think about everything.
I took out another cigarette and lit it; it tasted so good. Then I flopped onto the couch and put my feet on the table.
Yeah nothing had changed, same old bullshit. I always had this kind of bad luck. It was the story of my life.
"Here Spike, the Doc gave this to me," Jet said throwing me a small brown bottle. Which distracted my thoughts for a moment.
"What's this for?" I asked reading the label. Petholon, huh? Sounded like something I could fuel the swordfish with.
"Its for you. Its pain meds, if you need them take two, but only two a day, or you'll run out and have to pay for more," Jet said heading into the other room.
Pay for more. Those words haunted me. I would be dead and the hospital would still be trying to get money outa my dead rotting body, geeze even the hospital was cut throat. I bet if they knew I didn't have they money to pay them they wouldn't have done such a good job.
That made me laugh. Then I looked at the bottle in my palm again.
Pain meds huh? Yeah whatever. I had never used them in my whole life. They didn't take away the pain they covered it up and did a shitty job of even that.
I threw them against the wall.
The bottle didn't even open. "Damn". So much for the dramatic breaking of the bottle and flood of yellow stripped pills everywhere. I sighed, " Oh well." I yawned. I was so tired.
Go figure that one out. I had been asleep for three months and I was still tired. But just as I was falling asleep Faye's words echoed in my ear, "You smell Spike, you should take a shower". I subconsciously smelled me shirt, which now smelled of a hospital with all the trimmings. I didn't need a shave that badly. Faye was always getting on my case. I was sick of her comments.
Oh hell a shower would probably feel good anyway.
I got up off the couch and walked down the hall, my gaze darting in the rooms on opposite side of me. Where was Ed anyway? She was probably doing something with a computer, what- not even I was going to ask. But I was sure I'd get tackled before this night is over with.
I walked over to the closet and grabbed a towel. I knocked on the bathroom door and went in. I turned on the light, and looked at the room that now surrounded me. But I really wasn't paying attention to any of it. I was too caught up with my thoughts and those thoughts were just too much for my brain right now. I couldn't concentrate on anything else. The distraction I had from the pills had wore off since I had walked down the hall. My head was at it again.
I sighed.
Maybe some hot water and steam would cloud it a bit, I thought while turning on the faucets.
I stripped down, and left my cloths in a pile by the door, but then I set them up on the edge of the sink. I could wear them again after all they were still clean I mean I was only in them for what a couple of hours if that.
I got in the tub. The water was just starting to warm up. It felt good. I looked down at my stomach. A long pinkish- tan line was all I had to prove that everything I had done up to this point hadn't really been some lie or someone's twisted fantasy.
I ran my fingers over the line; it hurt but not as much as the next thing that came into my mind.
I looked at the shower water, and watched it fall. The water from the shower reminded me of rain as it fell on my head. I stared up at it loosing myself completely, as it ran over my body and dripped into the bottom of the tub.
It was raining that day too, wasn't it? Julia do you remember it rained the day we met in the cemetery. You asked me to leave with you. You said we could leave it all behind.
But the past wasn't satisfied was it? Little did we know what the future would hold next.
I held your body as the rain fell, hard and cold. Like my tears, the ones my heart cried. The mist and my sadness engulfed me completely. The sun went black that fateful day.
You weren't the one who died that day I was.
I watched the life from your body pour out and spill onto the roof, and the rain washed it away like it was nothing.
What spilled out from you was all the love and emotions I ever had. Everthing washed down the gutter. - My soul with it.
You spoke saying those soft words to me, "Its all a dream".
Your beautiful eyes closed for the last time. You left me, and the whole world disintegrated at my fingertips.
"Spike are you done yet? I can't cook when you're using all the hot water".
Huh? I snapped back into reality.
What was Jet yelling about?
Why should I get out? I just got in here. But then I shivered. Goosebumps were on my skin, and my hair was drenched. I realized something then, the water was running cold. I had been in here for a while.
I put my hand to my head feeling the ache forming at my temples. What hell was going on here? I didn't know but I continued my shower my anyway, in freezing cold water.
I got out the shower, threw back on my clothes, shaved what little that needed it just so Faye would shut up about it.
I walked out of the bathroom. I felt so empty and used. Like a cigarette after it had been smoked completely out, leaving only the shell.
Maybe I would take a pill. I hurt but I wanted to sleep. Maybe they pills would knock me out. Anything was better then being awake right now. My life was a mess, I was in dept yet again, and the memories that scarred me hurt so badly.
I lay on the couch and closed my eyes. Sleep was gonna come for me soon.
"Hiya Spike person!
- Maybe not I guess they hit traffic on the way to get me-
Ed jumped on me, nearly missing my stomach. Then she proceeded to give me hug that made be grit my teeth with pain.
"Oh Ed missed you so very much. Ed was so sad that Spike person might not be coming back." She was squeezing the life out of me.
"That's enough Ed," said Jet coming from the kitchen.
Oh thank god Jet.
"Spike's hurt right now. I know that you're happy to see him. I am too but you don't see me jumping on Spike do you?"
The thought of that striked me as very funny, and I started to laugh, but stopped when Jet glared at me, and my side started to give out. I wiped away my tears of joy and pain still smiling and let him finish.
"He has a bad cut on his stomach," said Jet leaving the room. Something was burning in the kitchen. I looked over. I hoped that wasn't dinner whatever it was.
"You have a scar?" I turned around to see Ed, who looked at me with wide eyes.
"Um yeah I do," I said not sure what to expect next.
"Can Edward see; can Edward see?" She asked, jumping up and down.
"Uh sure," I said and lifted up my shirt revealing the permanent line on my skin.
"OOOOO" cried Ed. "Can I touch it?"
Ok now that was too far. But I let her anyway just so maybe she would be satisfied and leave me to get some sleep.
Then I remembered Jet said something about making some sort of stop in the taxi.
"Uh Ed where are we going?"
But she wasn't listening. She sat there on the floor mesmerized by my scar. I looked down. Why the hell was she so amazed with my scar? Was she seeing something I wasn't? I looked at it more closely, tilting my head to get a better picture. Nope, there was nothing there but a thick pinkish- tan line that wrapped around my stomach, just a scar. She was weird
Then Faye came strolling in, yawning, " I am so tired. What are the two of you doing?"
Faye hopped off the stairs and joined the two of us on the couch. I had put my shirt down and was looking desperately for a cigarette. I couldn't handle her right now, not without some backup. Where the hell were they? And where was my lighter?
"She likes my scar that's all." I said not looking up. I needed a cigarette. Damn.
"Here," said Faye handing me a pack and a lighter. My jaw dropped about five inches. Wow this wasn't Faye. I knew it was a trick, but I was so desperate. I snatched them both out of her hands. I lit it, and took a drag. Ah that was so much better.
"Ok Faye what's the deal, just what do you want?" I said the cigarette hanging out of my mouth. "What do you mean?" She gave me a pouty face. " I don't want anything."
I eyed her suspiciously. Yeah right. You always want something.
But she looked like she was going to cry again. What the hell was wrong with her? I thought that after the fight in the taxi she was back to normal. She reminded me of a scared mouse. That was not Faye Valentine; the purple hair harlot I knew; who lied gambled, cheated, and was just plain annoying. Either she was acting really well or she honestly had lost her mind completely.
I thought about what Jet had told me, but there was no way that I made her like that. That wasn't possible. Was it?
I decided not to further into the matter, instead I decided to change the topic completely. I needed a break here. To many insane emotions aimed in my direction.
My mind was gone already.
"Where are we going?" Her wet eyes turned to meet me. At this point I just wanted an answer.
"We're going to Saturn Spike. Jet said he has to pick something up there. He wasn't specific with me. Which doesn't surprise me at all." She laughed.
Every now and again like now for instance I got a glimpse of the old Faye poking out of this confused exterior. Oh whatever she'd get over it or eventually say what was up. That was just her way of doing things.
But Saturn, why the hell Saturn? It seemed so out of the way. We were still docked on Mars.
I laughed. I hadn't been to Saturn since I was eighteen. That seemed so long ago to me. Wow. Just thinking about that brought memories out of the depths of my head that I hadn't thought about in ten years, maybe longer. I used to work on Saturn. That's where I got my first job repairing ships. Who was it? Sam. Sam. Sam Merket, yeah that's who hired me. He worked with his half brother Art Baker.
Sam was the one who taught me the ropes there. I remember I. I don't think I saw much of Art; he was into other things besides the company now that I think about it. I wonder if those guys were part of the syndicate. Well whatever they were doing, it was certainly shady.
But he was a nice guy.
Then a picture came into my head. A girl with fair skin and long jet-black hair stood by a ship smiling at me, the grease apparent on her hands and white tank top.
Where the hell did that come from? How did I know that? And who was the girl?
Wait! Wait just a minute; I had a sort of brainstorm at that moment. Sh. Sh. something. It started with Sh I know it did. Sheena, Shurly, Shar, Sharon. Sharon! That was it. Sharon Baker. I remember now she got me the job with Sam. We met in a bar there and she asked me if I needed a job they were looking for people. I said I didn't know a damn thing about fixing ships, and she said she'd help me out.
If I remember it right she's the one who really taught me about how to fix ships and salvage parts.
It was cold that day. I walked into the bar on a late afternoon. I got rum and whisky to warm me up a bit. All the old timers were sitting there telling stories about the wars and how the speed of production was going in the factories
It had been my third day there. Of all places I ran to, to start a living for myself. This place had lots of factories so I thought I was sure to get a job. But at that time things were good and there weren't any openings for the inexperienced.
I was bummed of course but it was only the third day.
I sipped my drink letting my thoughts wander, and then she stepped in the bar. Everyone went silent. Then there was a loud 'hello Sharon' from almost the whole bar, she laughed and said 'hi guys'. Then they proceeded to ask about how things were going. Someone asked if she had filled the position yet, and she said no.
She asked if they had seemed anyone looking for a job. And wouldn't you know it the bartender goes "Hey there's a new comer right here for ya," pointing at me. I froze as she walked over her hands in her pockets. She put her face close to mine and squinted at me. Her long jet-black hair was pulled into a ponytail and one piece fell off her forehead. She had such dangerous blue eyes. She was absolutely beautiful. She wore a gray coat without a hood and a pair of long jeans.
"So you wanna a job, stranger? Fixing ships pays 15 woolongs an hour for the beginners but if you're good your wage goes up. Well what about it? We're looking for someone young."
I looked at her and said plainly, "I don't know a damn thing about that stuff." But she just laughed at me. "Are you the secretary or something?" I asked. That was a mistake.
She frowned. "Hey boys do I look like a secretary to you?" They all laughed. "Hell no boy I'm the chief mechanic of Baker Brothers Parts." She showed me her hands. The oil was caked thick; she wasn't lying.
"Still don't believe me huh? Well here's our card look us up before you go anywhere else. And as for knowing nothing I can show the ropes. Alright boys don't get to drunk now I'm goin."
She left, shutting the door behind her, my mouth dropped. She had a presence that stood over you even when she was gone. I looked down at the card and smiled. Yeah I would check the place out.
"Spike, Spike, Spike!"
Huh? "What? What's up?"
Faye stared at me strangely. I looked back at her "What is it Faye?"
"Spike you just spaced out for the past fifteen minutes. I was getting worried. Are you ok?" She eyed me over.
"I'm fine, Faye. I'm just really tired that's all I need some sleep. As stupid as it sounds it's the truth." I yawned and looked down to see Ed asleep on the floor.
"When did she fall asleep?" Ed talked in her sleep. " I think just before you weirded out, Spike. Well I'm going to see if Jet needs help. I want to eat now not ten years from now."
She got up and left the room, and left me to think and watch Ed carry a conversation while she slept.
I lay back on the couch and closed my eyes. Finally I was going to get to sleep. I stretched out and let my body relax. I didn't realize how tired I really was. I fell asleep fast.
The darkness surrounded me as I fell slowly. I heard a child cry in the distance and then a gunshot. I turned around to see a boy sitting on the grass holding a dying woman. The blood from her had soaked the boy's shirt. He screamed and cried.
Then the image was gone.
What the hell was that?
Then the flash backs came. Julia stood in the cemetery speaking to me. I couldn't hear what she was saying. Then I was back on the roof, the rain soaking my head. Julia fell as the gunshot blotted out all sounds.
It's all a dream, Spike.
Vicious then cut my stomach as I fell down the stairs.
Anne lay on the couch dying. She reached her hand out to me.
Shin lay in a pool of his own blood.
Lin jumped in front on Vicious.
Then I was falling out the window of the church. Seeing those visions again, of my life before my eyes.
Julia.
The flash backs moved faster, out of control. I tried to fun but they followed me.
" Can't run Spike."
Vicious.
Then all the memories and flash backs swirled around my head, taunting me and filling me with pain. I fell on my knees. I didn't want to hear it anymore. I had had enough of this shit!
The boy walked up to me. I looked in horror as I stared back into a face that resembled my own. Only those eyes were so deep and intense. Where had I seen those eyes before?
"That's sad you can't remember any happy memories from your life," he said.
With that he disappeared and I had an intense need to break down. Something I rarely did. The kid was right the past hurt me. It was pitiful I only remembered the sadness. No happiness with Julia.
I screamed her name.
" Julia!!"
The voice I heard was none I knew.
It spoke with bitter acidic tones scalding me with each word.
"The winds of the past always blow bitter cold for you, Spike."
I was flung into the void of pain and memories. My whole body was swallowed up in sadness and pain. Each memory cut and tore my soul to shreds, and this time there was no hand to pull me out.
And no Julia.
I woke with a start. My side and stomach hurt worse now. I ran to the bathroom and threw up everything I could. I put my hand to my face and tears filled my palm. BY: Ed Girl
All questions from last chapter will be answered here hopefully. Sorry it took so long! Once again I apologize about the grammar, commas and such but I have had someone beta the story for me. And thank you all for my reviews I really appreciate them allot (.
Nightmares run in the genes Ch 2 Winds of the past always blow cold
The destination, The place toward which my life is tending, Is the journey itself and not the final stopping place. -Richard Bode
Back on the ship again, everything seemed the same. Though it was quiet, too quiet. I looked around at everything in the ship but I just couldn't keep my mind on anything for very long. So many thoughts ran through my head. My head made me so dizzy. I needed to sleep or pass out. Plus to make it worse my side hurt like hell too. I held my side briefly thinking about the consequences of my decision not to say a damn word about it.
But there was no way I was going back to the hospital. If I they would have known about my side I'd have probably spent another month there.
To hell with that thought! Just thinking about the hospital made me think about all the money I owed. What was I gonna do about it all?
Goddam reality, why me? I needed a drink, badly. At this point being sober was a bad thing, because it meant I had to think about everything.
I took out another cigarette and lit it; it tasted so good. Then I flopped onto the couch and put my feet on the table.
Yeah nothing had changed, same old bullshit. I always had this kind of bad luck. It was the story of my life.
"Here Spike, the Doc gave this to me," Jet said throwing me a small brown bottle. Which distracted my thoughts for a moment.
"What's this for?" I asked reading the label. Petholon, huh? Sounded like something I could fuel the swordfish with.
"Its for you. Its pain meds, if you need them take two, but only two a day, or you'll run out and have to pay for more," Jet said heading into the other room.
Pay for more. Those words haunted me. I would be dead and the hospital would still be trying to get money outa my dead rotting body, geeze even the hospital was cut throat. I bet if they knew I didn't have they money to pay them they wouldn't have done such a good job.
That made me laugh. Then I looked at the bottle in my palm again.
Pain meds huh? Yeah whatever. I had never used them in my whole life. They didn't take away the pain they covered it up and did a shitty job of even that.
I threw them against the wall.
The bottle didn't even open. "Damn". So much for the dramatic breaking of the bottle and flood of yellow stripped pills everywhere. I sighed, " Oh well." I yawned. I was so tired.
Go figure that one out. I had been asleep for three months and I was still tired. But just as I was falling asleep Faye's words echoed in my ear, "You smell Spike, you should take a shower". I subconsciously smelled me shirt, which now smelled of a hospital with all the trimmings. I didn't need a shave that badly. Faye was always getting on my case. I was sick of her comments.
Oh hell a shower would probably feel good anyway.
I got up off the couch and walked down the hall, my gaze darting in the rooms on opposite side of me. Where was Ed anyway? She was probably doing something with a computer, what- not even I was going to ask. But I was sure I'd get tackled before this night is over with.
I walked over to the closet and grabbed a towel. I knocked on the bathroom door and went in. I turned on the light, and looked at the room that now surrounded me. But I really wasn't paying attention to any of it. I was too caught up with my thoughts and those thoughts were just too much for my brain right now. I couldn't concentrate on anything else. The distraction I had from the pills had wore off since I had walked down the hall. My head was at it again.
I sighed.
Maybe some hot water and steam would cloud it a bit, I thought while turning on the faucets.
I stripped down, and left my cloths in a pile by the door, but then I set them up on the edge of the sink. I could wear them again after all they were still clean I mean I was only in them for what a couple of hours if that.
I got in the tub. The water was just starting to warm up. It felt good. I looked down at my stomach. A long pinkish- tan line was all I had to prove that everything I had done up to this point hadn't really been some lie or someone's twisted fantasy.
I ran my fingers over the line; it hurt but not as much as the next thing that came into my mind.
I looked at the shower water, and watched it fall. The water from the shower reminded me of rain as it fell on my head. I stared up at it loosing myself completely, as it ran over my body and dripped into the bottom of the tub.
It was raining that day too, wasn't it? Julia do you remember it rained the day we met in the cemetery. You asked me to leave with you. You said we could leave it all behind.
But the past wasn't satisfied was it? Little did we know what the future would hold next.
I held your body as the rain fell, hard and cold. Like my tears, the ones my heart cried. The mist and my sadness engulfed me completely. The sun went black that fateful day.
You weren't the one who died that day I was.
I watched the life from your body pour out and spill onto the roof, and the rain washed it away like it was nothing.
What spilled out from you was all the love and emotions I ever had. Everthing washed down the gutter. - My soul with it.
You spoke saying those soft words to me, "Its all a dream".
Your beautiful eyes closed for the last time. You left me, and the whole world disintegrated at my fingertips.
"Spike are you done yet? I can't cook when you're using all the hot water".
Huh? I snapped back into reality.
What was Jet yelling about?
Why should I get out? I just got in here. But then I shivered. Goosebumps were on my skin, and my hair was drenched. I realized something then, the water was running cold. I had been in here for a while.
I put my hand to my head feeling the ache forming at my temples. What hell was going on here? I didn't know but I continued my shower my anyway, in freezing cold water.
I got out the shower, threw back on my clothes, shaved what little that needed it just so Faye would shut up about it.
I walked out of the bathroom. I felt so empty and used. Like a cigarette after it had been smoked completely out, leaving only the shell.
Maybe I would take a pill. I hurt but I wanted to sleep. Maybe they pills would knock me out. Anything was better then being awake right now. My life was a mess, I was in dept yet again, and the memories that scarred me hurt so badly.
I lay on the couch and closed my eyes. Sleep was gonna come for me soon.
"Hiya Spike person!
- Maybe not I guess they hit traffic on the way to get me-
Ed jumped on me, nearly missing my stomach. Then she proceeded to give me hug that made be grit my teeth with pain.
"Oh Ed missed you so very much. Ed was so sad that Spike person might not be coming back." She was squeezing the life out of me.
"That's enough Ed," said Jet coming from the kitchen.
Oh thank god Jet.
"Spike's hurt right now. I know that you're happy to see him. I am too but you don't see me jumping on Spike do you?"
The thought of that striked me as very funny, and I started to laugh, but stopped when Jet glared at me, and my side started to give out. I wiped away my tears of joy and pain still smiling and let him finish.
"He has a bad cut on his stomach," said Jet leaving the room. Something was burning in the kitchen. I looked over. I hoped that wasn't dinner whatever it was.
"You have a scar?" I turned around to see Ed, who looked at me with wide eyes.
"Um yeah I do," I said not sure what to expect next.
"Can Edward see; can Edward see?" She asked, jumping up and down.
"Uh sure," I said and lifted up my shirt revealing the permanent line on my skin.
"OOOOO" cried Ed. "Can I touch it?"
Ok now that was too far. But I let her anyway just so maybe she would be satisfied and leave me to get some sleep.
Then I remembered Jet said something about making some sort of stop in the taxi.
"Uh Ed where are we going?"
But she wasn't listening. She sat there on the floor mesmerized by my scar. I looked down. Why the hell was she so amazed with my scar? Was she seeing something I wasn't? I looked at it more closely, tilting my head to get a better picture. Nope, there was nothing there but a thick pinkish- tan line that wrapped around my stomach, just a scar. She was weird
Then Faye came strolling in, yawning, " I am so tired. What are the two of you doing?"
Faye hopped off the stairs and joined the two of us on the couch. I had put my shirt down and was looking desperately for a cigarette. I couldn't handle her right now, not without some backup. Where the hell were they? And where was my lighter?
"She likes my scar that's all." I said not looking up. I needed a cigarette. Damn.
"Here," said Faye handing me a pack and a lighter. My jaw dropped about five inches. Wow this wasn't Faye. I knew it was a trick, but I was so desperate. I snatched them both out of her hands. I lit it, and took a drag. Ah that was so much better.
"Ok Faye what's the deal, just what do you want?" I said the cigarette hanging out of my mouth. "What do you mean?" She gave me a pouty face. " I don't want anything."
I eyed her suspiciously. Yeah right. You always want something.
But she looked like she was going to cry again. What the hell was wrong with her? I thought that after the fight in the taxi she was back to normal. She reminded me of a scared mouse. That was not Faye Valentine; the purple hair harlot I knew; who lied gambled, cheated, and was just plain annoying. Either she was acting really well or she honestly had lost her mind completely.
I thought about what Jet had told me, but there was no way that I made her like that. That wasn't possible. Was it?
I decided not to further into the matter, instead I decided to change the topic completely. I needed a break here. To many insane emotions aimed in my direction.
My mind was gone already.
"Where are we going?" Her wet eyes turned to meet me. At this point I just wanted an answer.
"We're going to Saturn Spike. Jet said he has to pick something up there. He wasn't specific with me. Which doesn't surprise me at all." She laughed.
Every now and again like now for instance I got a glimpse of the old Faye poking out of this confused exterior. Oh whatever she'd get over it or eventually say what was up. That was just her way of doing things.
But Saturn, why the hell Saturn? It seemed so out of the way. We were still docked on Mars.
I laughed. I hadn't been to Saturn since I was eighteen. That seemed so long ago to me. Wow. Just thinking about that brought memories out of the depths of my head that I hadn't thought about in ten years, maybe longer. I used to work on Saturn. That's where I got my first job repairing ships. Who was it? Sam. Sam. Sam Merket, yeah that's who hired me. He worked with his half brother Art Baker.
Sam was the one who taught me the ropes there. I remember I. I don't think I saw much of Art; he was into other things besides the company now that I think about it. I wonder if those guys were part of the syndicate. Well whatever they were doing, it was certainly shady.
But he was a nice guy.
Then a picture came into my head. A girl with fair skin and long jet-black hair stood by a ship smiling at me, the grease apparent on her hands and white tank top.
Where the hell did that come from? How did I know that? And who was the girl?
Wait! Wait just a minute; I had a sort of brainstorm at that moment. Sh. Sh. something. It started with Sh I know it did. Sheena, Shurly, Shar, Sharon. Sharon! That was it. Sharon Baker. I remember now she got me the job with Sam. We met in a bar there and she asked me if I needed a job they were looking for people. I said I didn't know a damn thing about fixing ships, and she said she'd help me out.
If I remember it right she's the one who really taught me about how to fix ships and salvage parts.
It was cold that day. I walked into the bar on a late afternoon. I got rum and whisky to warm me up a bit. All the old timers were sitting there telling stories about the wars and how the speed of production was going in the factories
It had been my third day there. Of all places I ran to, to start a living for myself. This place had lots of factories so I thought I was sure to get a job. But at that time things were good and there weren't any openings for the inexperienced.
I was bummed of course but it was only the third day.
I sipped my drink letting my thoughts wander, and then she stepped in the bar. Everyone went silent. Then there was a loud 'hello Sharon' from almost the whole bar, she laughed and said 'hi guys'. Then they proceeded to ask about how things were going. Someone asked if she had filled the position yet, and she said no.
She asked if they had seemed anyone looking for a job. And wouldn't you know it the bartender goes "Hey there's a new comer right here for ya," pointing at me. I froze as she walked over her hands in her pockets. She put her face close to mine and squinted at me. Her long jet-black hair was pulled into a ponytail and one piece fell off her forehead. She had such dangerous blue eyes. She was absolutely beautiful. She wore a gray coat without a hood and a pair of long jeans.
"So you wanna a job, stranger? Fixing ships pays 15 woolongs an hour for the beginners but if you're good your wage goes up. Well what about it? We're looking for someone young."
I looked at her and said plainly, "I don't know a damn thing about that stuff." But she just laughed at me. "Are you the secretary or something?" I asked. That was a mistake.
She frowned. "Hey boys do I look like a secretary to you?" They all laughed. "Hell no boy I'm the chief mechanic of Baker Brothers Parts." She showed me her hands. The oil was caked thick; she wasn't lying.
"Still don't believe me huh? Well here's our card look us up before you go anywhere else. And as for knowing nothing I can show the ropes. Alright boys don't get to drunk now I'm goin."
She left, shutting the door behind her, my mouth dropped. She had a presence that stood over you even when she was gone. I looked down at the card and smiled. Yeah I would check the place out.
"Spike, Spike, Spike!"
Huh? "What? What's up?"
Faye stared at me strangely. I looked back at her "What is it Faye?"
"Spike you just spaced out for the past fifteen minutes. I was getting worried. Are you ok?" She eyed me over.
"I'm fine, Faye. I'm just really tired that's all I need some sleep. As stupid as it sounds it's the truth." I yawned and looked down to see Ed asleep on the floor.
"When did she fall asleep?" Ed talked in her sleep. " I think just before you weirded out, Spike. Well I'm going to see if Jet needs help. I want to eat now not ten years from now."
She got up and left the room, and left me to think and watch Ed carry a conversation while she slept.
I lay back on the couch and closed my eyes. Finally I was going to get to sleep. I stretched out and let my body relax. I didn't realize how tired I really was. I fell asleep fast.
The darkness surrounded me as I fell slowly. I heard a child cry in the distance and then a gunshot. I turned around to see a boy sitting on the grass holding a dying woman. The blood from her had soaked the boy's shirt. He screamed and cried.
Then the image was gone.
What the hell was that?
Then the flash backs came. Julia stood in the cemetery speaking to me. I couldn't hear what she was saying. Then I was back on the roof, the rain soaking my head. Julia fell as the gunshot blotted out all sounds.
It's all a dream, Spike.
Vicious then cut my stomach as I fell down the stairs.
Anne lay on the couch dying. She reached her hand out to me.
Shin lay in a pool of his own blood.
Lin jumped in front on Vicious.
Then I was falling out the window of the church. Seeing those visions again, of my life before my eyes.
Julia.
The flash backs moved faster, out of control. I tried to fun but they followed me.
" Can't run Spike."
Vicious.
Then all the memories and flash backs swirled around my head, taunting me and filling me with pain. I fell on my knees. I didn't want to hear it anymore. I had had enough of this shit!
The boy walked up to me. I looked in horror as I stared back into a face that resembled my own. Only those eyes were so deep and intense. Where had I seen those eyes before?
"That's sad you can't remember any happy memories from your life," he said.
With that he disappeared and I had an intense need to break down. Something I rarely did. The kid was right the past hurt me. It was pitiful I only remembered the sadness. No happiness with Julia.
I screamed her name.
" Julia!!"
The voice I heard was none I knew.
It spoke with bitter acidic tones scalding me with each word.
"The winds of the past always blow bitter cold for you, Spike."
I was flung into the void of pain and memories. My whole body was swallowed up in sadness and pain. Each memory cut and tore my soul to shreds, and this time there was no hand to pull me out.
And no Julia.
I woke with a start. My side and stomach hurt worse now. I ran to the bathroom and threw up everything I could. I put my hand to my face and tears filled my palm. BY: Ed Girl