Max
"I'm telling you, Logan, this guy...well something's up with him." I said to Logan. I was trying to see if he could help find out some information about this guy.
"Manticore?"
"No, he was British." I answered unsure of this strange guy I followed last night.
"What about the breeding cult?" Logan asked.
"I don't think so...he...he didn't seem like he would have been a cult groupie."
"How do you figure?" Logan asked turning away from the computer to look at me.
"Well he didn't act like one. And he thought I was a..." I searched my memory for his words, "He thought I was The Slayer-whatever that's supposed to mean."
An awkward silence fell between us.
"Do you think he's worth checking out?" Logan said at last tuning back to the computer again.
"Yeah. Logan, he was faster and stronger than any normal person."
"I'll look into it."
"Thanks, look, I gotta go to work now. I'll check in later on tonight." I said then walked out the door. He might have said my name but first of all I didn't want to confront him with his pity or what ever.
When I got to work I found everyone around the TV watching some video on a transgenic. I decided I should actually do something instead of watching the same damn document on the same damn transgenic.
"Normal got a package for me?" I asked him.
"What's forcing the new habit called working?" He asked in the same boring tone he uses.
"I figured that I might try the work thing. You got the package or not?" I shift my weight to my right leg.
"No complaining from me." He said and handed me a package.
I yank it away and jump on a bike. When I get to the motel the package was going to I went up to the room and knocked on the door.
"Jam Pony!" I yell and look down at the clipboard.
The door opens when I notice something on my vest so I start to pick at after I handed the clipboard to the person, not bothering to look up.
"Back so soon, luv?"
"Damn it." I muttered. I knew there was something familiar with this place. I look up at him. "Sign here." I said pointing to the space on the sheet of paper.
He signed the paper and looked down at me. "You're one of those transgenics aren't you?"
"No. How could I be one of those freaks?" I asked him but thinking 'Oh shit.'
"You smell different." He said.
"What? Okay who the hell are you?" I asked...this was getting ridiculous.
He seemed to think about his answer. "Spike."
"You're a spike?"
"No. That's my name."
"Oh."
"Are you sure you're not one of those poncy Watchers from the Watcher's Council or a Slayers or a demon?"
"What?" This guy was nuts.
"I'll take that as a no. Nice to see you again. Oh and tell me if some British wanker comes up and tells you that you're the chosen one." He starts to close the door but I push it open again.
"What the hell are you?" I asked.
Spike smirked, "That's not very nice, pet. But I could ask you the same question. Now, sod off." He said and pushed the door shut.
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Okay people I know it took me a while to post and it's such a short chapter but I have a huge writer's block.
All: THANK YOU all for such great words of encouragement. It means a lot to me for you take time out of your day and reply.
RubyRedDragon05: I'm not sure if anyone else has heard Spike refer to Xander as the Whelp but I think I did once or twice. I thought Bob the Builder was a good thing to put in there. Especially from Spike's point of view.
Jill: If I was Max I would have run away too, anyway I thought it would be neat so I put it in there.
Maeve Try Namid: Thank you for replying and I hope you stay tuned for more fic.
Mel: I'm glad you're liking it so far. This is a really hard fic to write! I've had like four writer's blocks so far and I've hardly gotten started!
Again to everyone, thank you for being patient. I've been busy with other fics as well and my friends and I are writing an RPG so that takes time. Add the writer's block we have one slow fic. To tell you the truth, when I was writing this I thought 'hey they need to meet again' but this leads us to the next problem. What's inside the box? I'll have to think about that. But anyways I'd like it if you reviewed my posties. And again thanks for reading.
"I'm telling you, Logan, this guy...well something's up with him." I said to Logan. I was trying to see if he could help find out some information about this guy.
"Manticore?"
"No, he was British." I answered unsure of this strange guy I followed last night.
"What about the breeding cult?" Logan asked.
"I don't think so...he...he didn't seem like he would have been a cult groupie."
"How do you figure?" Logan asked turning away from the computer to look at me.
"Well he didn't act like one. And he thought I was a..." I searched my memory for his words, "He thought I was The Slayer-whatever that's supposed to mean."
An awkward silence fell between us.
"Do you think he's worth checking out?" Logan said at last tuning back to the computer again.
"Yeah. Logan, he was faster and stronger than any normal person."
"I'll look into it."
"Thanks, look, I gotta go to work now. I'll check in later on tonight." I said then walked out the door. He might have said my name but first of all I didn't want to confront him with his pity or what ever.
When I got to work I found everyone around the TV watching some video on a transgenic. I decided I should actually do something instead of watching the same damn document on the same damn transgenic.
"Normal got a package for me?" I asked him.
"What's forcing the new habit called working?" He asked in the same boring tone he uses.
"I figured that I might try the work thing. You got the package or not?" I shift my weight to my right leg.
"No complaining from me." He said and handed me a package.
I yank it away and jump on a bike. When I get to the motel the package was going to I went up to the room and knocked on the door.
"Jam Pony!" I yell and look down at the clipboard.
The door opens when I notice something on my vest so I start to pick at after I handed the clipboard to the person, not bothering to look up.
"Back so soon, luv?"
"Damn it." I muttered. I knew there was something familiar with this place. I look up at him. "Sign here." I said pointing to the space on the sheet of paper.
He signed the paper and looked down at me. "You're one of those transgenics aren't you?"
"No. How could I be one of those freaks?" I asked him but thinking 'Oh shit.'
"You smell different." He said.
"What? Okay who the hell are you?" I asked...this was getting ridiculous.
He seemed to think about his answer. "Spike."
"You're a spike?"
"No. That's my name."
"Oh."
"Are you sure you're not one of those poncy Watchers from the Watcher's Council or a Slayers or a demon?"
"What?" This guy was nuts.
"I'll take that as a no. Nice to see you again. Oh and tell me if some British wanker comes up and tells you that you're the chosen one." He starts to close the door but I push it open again.
"What the hell are you?" I asked.
Spike smirked, "That's not very nice, pet. But I could ask you the same question. Now, sod off." He said and pushed the door shut.
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Okay people I know it took me a while to post and it's such a short chapter but I have a huge writer's block.
All: THANK YOU all for such great words of encouragement. It means a lot to me for you take time out of your day and reply.
RubyRedDragon05: I'm not sure if anyone else has heard Spike refer to Xander as the Whelp but I think I did once or twice. I thought Bob the Builder was a good thing to put in there. Especially from Spike's point of view.
Jill: If I was Max I would have run away too, anyway I thought it would be neat so I put it in there.
Maeve Try Namid: Thank you for replying and I hope you stay tuned for more fic.
Mel: I'm glad you're liking it so far. This is a really hard fic to write! I've had like four writer's blocks so far and I've hardly gotten started!
Again to everyone, thank you for being patient. I've been busy with other fics as well and my friends and I are writing an RPG so that takes time. Add the writer's block we have one slow fic. To tell you the truth, when I was writing this I thought 'hey they need to meet again' but this leads us to the next problem. What's inside the box? I'll have to think about that. But anyways I'd like it if you reviewed my posties. And again thanks for reading.