Not long after Spike found Julia again, she died. It was devastating. She had been shot by the gang

Spike had once worked for. The shot was ordered by the appropriately-named Vicious. Spike just finally

went insane and went on a rampage. After seeing so many deaths, he couldn't stand idle, no more. He arrived

at the syndicate hideout, and killed dozens of members, taking many bullets and injuries in the process.
I had met Vicious once, and I had ended up chained to a wall, about to be killed, in a stunning

evening gown. You couldn't help but hate him, he was evil. He wasn't the type who was born evil, who never

had a choice. No. Vicious was the kind who strived for it. He worked to make himself as evil as he could,

he tried to destroy his goodness and humanity, and that, is the purest form of evil. He was a tall thin

man, who could match Spike's masterful moves with his own. He had long white hair and a peculiar voice that

caught in his throat, as if every time he tried to speak, the sound tore it apart, it was that vile.
This white haired devil had tried to drag Spike down. Tried to make himself a twin in evil. You had

to feel sorry for Spike, he lost all that was really important to him, because he was tricked by a demon.

Spike lost it all. He thought he was alone and abandoned in the world. Perhaps he really was. You could

never tell with Spike. Julia's murder by in the hands of Vicious was the last straw. Her death began the

chain of killings that would drive Spike mad, or perhaps they brought him common sense. You just could

never tell with Spike...

I was alone now, too, because he had been so selfish. At least he had injuries he could see and a

foe he could see. My injuries were on the inside, in my soul, and that's where my foe was. We both had the

same foe. Ourselves. Spike only went after Vicious because he was Spike's mirror image. He was fooled by

the mirror.
He finally reached Vicious, and was intent on revenge for all the pain Vicious had caused. All the

suffering, all the grief, all the injuries, all the damages, all the money he had stolen, the deaths he had

caused. Vicious was going to pay for the lives he stole. The Clan was going to pay too. Vicious would pay

for Julia. He would pay for the happiness he had taken from Spike. They were to duel.
No one knows what happened after, since the camera's and recording devices had malfunctioned. He

stared at Vicious's dead body and recalled the last words of the dead Julia in his right eye, the eye that

was forever viewing the past;
"It's all a dream..."she said as she fell to the ground.
"Yeah," Spike agreed, "It's all just a dream."
All anyone knows is that they both died on those steps, more than ten feet apart. Except for me...

Witnesses said that Spike had killed Vicious in the duel, but the details are all too inconsistent

from the more than forty eye-witnesses to truly believe. They all said the victor descended the stairs

mumbling. He made a gesture reminiscent of a gun and uttered one word, "Bang", then fell and died, most

likely from the injuries sustained before the fight with Vicious.



That doesn't matter now. Anyone who viewed the event is dead. Spike made sure of that with a small

chemical bomb he set off shortly after entering the building. It doesn't matter, they were clan members, he

had intended to wipe out that clan, and nothing in Heaven or Earth was capable of stopping Spike once he

decided to do something. Not even the devil.
I know it to be true. Not because of Eye-witness reports, or the files from the I.S.S.P., which I

did eventually see, I know it because, mentally I was there. My growing insanity took charge and ripped my

mind from my body. I was with Spike, in his mind, and yet, outside, I was inside each and every person

there, yet all around them, as well. I knew it all, from every facet. I saw Spike die, felt him die.

In the end, I was the angel who guided Spike through his death. I was his angel of death. I was

there with him in his mind. And I knew he felt my presence...


I wept,like, well, like I was crazy. I was raving throughout the night, and well on into morning...