Elise woke up in her room. She couldn't remembered very much. She
remembered she was running and she had gone into a dead-end alley. Then she
was cornered by some goons she didn't even know. She was sure she was going
to eat a bullet that time. But then 'he' got in the way.
She gasped.
She remembered that voice and that look. But it wasn't the same. He looked different and he was dead. She felt her head; maybe she had hit it or something. She could have fallen or something. But it was so real.
Sighing, she sat up. Her arm was bandaged and it was cleaned. She couldn't have done that, she was out like a light. But then again, 'he' might have...
No, she shook her head. That was impossible. He was dead and gone. She had heard it from Jet himself. So someone must have picked her up. That was it, she nodded her head, she was picked up by someone and that's where she was now. She was being taken care of.
" It's about time you woke up."
That voice. It couldn't be. It just couldn't. He was gone. He was wormfood. It wasn't possible. But she turned and looked anyway.
" Spike?" She said; just above a whisper.
" That's my name. Don't wear it out." He said.
" But, no you can't be him." She said holding her head and standing.
Unfortunately, her body was not as ready to stand as she was and she fell forward. At the last minute, she grabbed the bedpost and caught herself. Just quick enough to save herself from a fall. When she looked up, she could see 'Spike' was standing over her with a concerned expression on his face.
" You're too different." She whispered.
" Who's too different?" He asked confused.
Turning around and looking into a mirror, Spike could see how much he changed. He wasn't in his normal clothes. He wasn't even his normal self. He was wearing blue jeans. And on his feet were brand new boots with silver buckles on the side. He had on a black leather vest and no shirt with a silver necklace around his neck. It was a silver dragon on a silver chain. On his hands were black fingerless gloves.
His face was another story. His skin was pale and his eyes were the exact same color. And his hair was black. Last he could recall was that his hair was green. And he had mismatched eyes. It was strange. Maybe it was one of the changes with his new form.
" Caw!"
Both of them turned to the window. A black crow was sitting there staring at Spike and Elise. It blinked and flew to Spike's shoulder. He blinked and he could see something the crow had seen.
The men that he had beaten were being picked up by their friends there were more of them than there were the first time. They were yelling and dragging the bodies off. One of the guys that was still alive was talking about him. The guy that seemed to be the leader was someone Spike knew. He was just under Vicious and himself. Now he was the leader.
Spike blinked again and he was looking from his own POV. He shook his head, he wouldn't get used to that at all.
Elise was still in shock. He was dead, but right in front of her. She could see him, touch him, hear him. She stood up straight. She smoothed her shirt. It was red-orange with a wide, white stripe down the middle with a red-orange tomato in the middle. Her black jeans were torn at the near and another place at the thigh. Brown skin peeked through the holes and various places. Her firey red hair was in a heart-shaped ponytail that went down her back. The red tint in her cheeks that was always there wasn't. And her eyes were not innocent anymore.
" Why are you staring at me like that? You look at me as if I'm not here." Spike said.
" Who are you?" She asked.
" It's me Ed. Spike." He said.
" No. He's dead! You can't be him!" She said.
" I am dead. But I'm still me. Does that help any?" He asked.
" How can you be dead and standing right in front of me at the same time?" She asked.
" I'm not sure about that one myself." He said sighing.
" I don't believe it's you." She said.
" Understandable. Let's see. What's something, only I would know?" He mused.
Spike paced around the room and thought to himself. He sorted through the things he could remember her doing until he got an idea.
" Edward Hau Pepelu Tivrusky the IV. Radical Edward. Master hacker at 13. Called Francis by her father and went off after him 2 weeks before I died." He said.
Elise stared at him hard. There was no way just anyone would know that. She hadn't told anyone about her father or about her old name since she went out on her own. She was still skeptical; so she whistled in the back room.
" Ein!" She cried.
The once little, now German Sheperd sized dog came bounding into the room. Ein jumped on Spike; growling and holding him down on the floor. Spike threw the dog off.
" Stupid mutt. I hate dogs." He said.
" It really is you." Elise said in disbelief.
" That's what I've been trying to tell you." He said.
Elise had to sit down. This was amazing. If she wasn't so freaked out, she'd be analyzing him. It was impossible for him to be dead and in the same room with her talking. But there he was.
" Anyway, I'm here for a reason." He said.
" If you want food, money or transportation, I don't have any." She said.
" I was sent here to protect you from those Red Dragon retards." He said.
" You want to protect me? Funny, the last time I tried to protect you, I was yelled at." She said.
" I was being an bakayaro back then." He said.
" That goes without saying." She muttered.
" Who's side are you on?!" He said.
" I'm sorry." She said laughing to herself.
Spike pouted and plopped on the bed next to her.
" So can I stay and protect you, oh Radical One?" He asked.
" I guess." She said.
" Good. Now where's my room?" He asked.
" You can have the couch." She said.
" No big deal. Not like I sleep or eat anyway. I'm going to get familiar with your place. You want anything?" He asked.
" Oh, no, thank you." She said.
" Suit yourself." He said leaving out the door.
Elise was left alone with her thoughts and rather, strangely large dog. She patted Ein on the head as she tried to gathered what had happened that day. Someone she thought was dead was alive and standing in her living room at the moment. He was really here and he hadn't aged a bit. She was still a little in shock, but a small smile crept on her lips.
" Maybe things won't be so boring now." She said.
Ein just whimpered at the idea.
She gasped.
She remembered that voice and that look. But it wasn't the same. He looked different and he was dead. She felt her head; maybe she had hit it or something. She could have fallen or something. But it was so real.
Sighing, she sat up. Her arm was bandaged and it was cleaned. She couldn't have done that, she was out like a light. But then again, 'he' might have...
No, she shook her head. That was impossible. He was dead and gone. She had heard it from Jet himself. So someone must have picked her up. That was it, she nodded her head, she was picked up by someone and that's where she was now. She was being taken care of.
" It's about time you woke up."
That voice. It couldn't be. It just couldn't. He was gone. He was wormfood. It wasn't possible. But she turned and looked anyway.
" Spike?" She said; just above a whisper.
" That's my name. Don't wear it out." He said.
" But, no you can't be him." She said holding her head and standing.
Unfortunately, her body was not as ready to stand as she was and she fell forward. At the last minute, she grabbed the bedpost and caught herself. Just quick enough to save herself from a fall. When she looked up, she could see 'Spike' was standing over her with a concerned expression on his face.
" You're too different." She whispered.
" Who's too different?" He asked confused.
Turning around and looking into a mirror, Spike could see how much he changed. He wasn't in his normal clothes. He wasn't even his normal self. He was wearing blue jeans. And on his feet were brand new boots with silver buckles on the side. He had on a black leather vest and no shirt with a silver necklace around his neck. It was a silver dragon on a silver chain. On his hands were black fingerless gloves.
His face was another story. His skin was pale and his eyes were the exact same color. And his hair was black. Last he could recall was that his hair was green. And he had mismatched eyes. It was strange. Maybe it was one of the changes with his new form.
" Caw!"
Both of them turned to the window. A black crow was sitting there staring at Spike and Elise. It blinked and flew to Spike's shoulder. He blinked and he could see something the crow had seen.
The men that he had beaten were being picked up by their friends there were more of them than there were the first time. They were yelling and dragging the bodies off. One of the guys that was still alive was talking about him. The guy that seemed to be the leader was someone Spike knew. He was just under Vicious and himself. Now he was the leader.
Spike blinked again and he was looking from his own POV. He shook his head, he wouldn't get used to that at all.
Elise was still in shock. He was dead, but right in front of her. She could see him, touch him, hear him. She stood up straight. She smoothed her shirt. It was red-orange with a wide, white stripe down the middle with a red-orange tomato in the middle. Her black jeans were torn at the near and another place at the thigh. Brown skin peeked through the holes and various places. Her firey red hair was in a heart-shaped ponytail that went down her back. The red tint in her cheeks that was always there wasn't. And her eyes were not innocent anymore.
" Why are you staring at me like that? You look at me as if I'm not here." Spike said.
" Who are you?" She asked.
" It's me Ed. Spike." He said.
" No. He's dead! You can't be him!" She said.
" I am dead. But I'm still me. Does that help any?" He asked.
" How can you be dead and standing right in front of me at the same time?" She asked.
" I'm not sure about that one myself." He said sighing.
" I don't believe it's you." She said.
" Understandable. Let's see. What's something, only I would know?" He mused.
Spike paced around the room and thought to himself. He sorted through the things he could remember her doing until he got an idea.
" Edward Hau Pepelu Tivrusky the IV. Radical Edward. Master hacker at 13. Called Francis by her father and went off after him 2 weeks before I died." He said.
Elise stared at him hard. There was no way just anyone would know that. She hadn't told anyone about her father or about her old name since she went out on her own. She was still skeptical; so she whistled in the back room.
" Ein!" She cried.
The once little, now German Sheperd sized dog came bounding into the room. Ein jumped on Spike; growling and holding him down on the floor. Spike threw the dog off.
" Stupid mutt. I hate dogs." He said.
" It really is you." Elise said in disbelief.
" That's what I've been trying to tell you." He said.
Elise had to sit down. This was amazing. If she wasn't so freaked out, she'd be analyzing him. It was impossible for him to be dead and in the same room with her talking. But there he was.
" Anyway, I'm here for a reason." He said.
" If you want food, money or transportation, I don't have any." She said.
" I was sent here to protect you from those Red Dragon retards." He said.
" You want to protect me? Funny, the last time I tried to protect you, I was yelled at." She said.
" I was being an bakayaro back then." He said.
" That goes without saying." She muttered.
" Who's side are you on?!" He said.
" I'm sorry." She said laughing to herself.
Spike pouted and plopped on the bed next to her.
" So can I stay and protect you, oh Radical One?" He asked.
" I guess." She said.
" Good. Now where's my room?" He asked.
" You can have the couch." She said.
" No big deal. Not like I sleep or eat anyway. I'm going to get familiar with your place. You want anything?" He asked.
" Oh, no, thank you." She said.
" Suit yourself." He said leaving out the door.
Elise was left alone with her thoughts and rather, strangely large dog. She patted Ein on the head as she tried to gathered what had happened that day. Someone she thought was dead was alive and standing in her living room at the moment. He was really here and he hadn't aged a bit. She was still a little in shock, but a small smile crept on her lips.
" Maybe things won't be so boring now." She said.
Ein just whimpered at the idea.