Destiny Lies in the Syndicate (a.k.a. the Prophecy of Faye Valentine)

By Fantasy Cat

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but Sam cuz Sam rocks!!!!!

Chapter Seven: Who Are You?

"Quit your whining, and help me with him!" Faye growled at Sam. Fortunately, the gun noises covered up their voices so they couldn't hear. Sam turned to look at Faye bending over the man who was lying in a dazed state. It was the same psycho who knew Faye. However, he didn't seem to be moving. He almost seemed like he was in an unconscious state, but why? And why the hell did Faye wanted to rescue him? There was no time to discuss the matter nor was it the time to try and wake him up.

"To where may I ask?" Sam was shivering from the panic. The syndicate members were shooting into every cell one by one and thoroughly inspected every cell.

"Anywhere! Don't you know any other secret passages…any special escape doors?"

"Hey look!" Sam pointed down to the floor there was a large drain door that looked more like bars. It was awfully big and then Faye realized what it was really meant for…

"The toilet?! No way!!!"

"Well, I say yes way!!! I'm outta here!" Sam rushed over to open the barred drain door. Faye watched to see if it was plausible for a person to fit through. Sam squeezed is way down and he made a noise of pure disgust.

"Eugh, God! What do they feed him?!"

Faye looked over and gave a sigh. She had neither more time nor choice.

Sam found himself climbing back up into the cellar. "I don't want to go down there again".

"That's too bad," said Faye as she tried to pick up the unconscious psycho. "Now help me!"

Sam took Spike's feet and backed up to where the drain door lied on the bottom. Sam climbed back in again despite the mess and smell of the underground. Faye held on to Spike standing up and it was extremely heavy and difficult work.

"Are you down yet?! My legs are giving in!"

She finally felt the unconscious psycho being dragged down by Sam. She quickly but carefully lowered his upper half down. By this time, the gun noises and voices have gotten louder……

They were very close.

Faye took her time getting in after the psycho. As she was climbing the noises got so loud, they knew that they were checking the cell next door.

The drain door was already closed. The trio was already making haste of their journey in the sewers. For the first time in her life, Faye officially hated wearing a dress and high heels. "If I knew that it required me to come into the sewers, I would probably just through the dress away afterwards," she whispered to Sam who was leading the two lifting the psycho's feet behind. Faye was doing her best to hold onto to the psycho's upper half. 'He got pretty heavy fast,' Faye thought.

To add to the difficulty of their journey, neither of them had any light so it was too dark to see if they were even going straight. A light was finally coming into view but it was extremely tiny. Even as they got closer it didn't seem very big.

"Hey, it's leading up to the surface!" said Sam cheerfully. "I'll check to see where they are." Sam put down the psycho's feet and took the small ladder up to the sewer door. He nearly fell off those stairs (it was that dark, folks). And Faye wanted nothing more than to laugh. "Come on Sam! I can climb into a sewer and carry some heavy dude with high heels, and you can't even climb a dinky ladder?"

"Shut up…shut up…shut up!" said Sam annoyingly. He let more light into the sewer pipes while he carefully open the door. It was very bright, so it must be leading to somewhere outside.

"Yes, I know this alley. I have a secret apartment in a building down the block. If we can get him there we should be fine."

"What about the Syndicate? We would be carrying him out in broad daylight!"

To answer Faye's concerning question Sam decided to get to inspect the area some more. The alleys were virtually empty but there were crowds everywhere near the street. "That's true Faye, but think about it, Vicious is expecting us to be running about in the alleys. If we push our way into the crowds, we can make it there without anyone spotting us."

"I hope your right," said Faye. She lifted the psycho up to Sam. Once Faye got out they quickly made their way into the busy crowd. They smelled awful and were noticeably dirty but the two decided to lift the psycho onto his feet so they could blend in. By now the biggest concern on both of their minds is how soon did the Syndicate get outside and searched. They would know that all three of them would be gone. And then, they would possibly commence 'search and destroy'.

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They were a fortunate bunch. They made it through and into the building. The two breathe heavy sighs of relief and exhaustion. The only work they had left was carrying the psycho up to the secret apartment on the third floor.

Once they entered the apartment, no one thought about the fact that someone may have saw them go into the building, nor did they cared. They were tired, dirty, and perhaps the smelliest people in the building. They laid the psycho on the couch and now they could talk.

"Do you think they drugged him?" asked Faye.

"That's a possibility."

Faye began to take off the psycho's straitjacket while he was still unconscious.

"Why did you save him, Faye?" asked Sam. "Do you know him?"

Faye ignored him her eyes were completely perplexed on the unconcious Spike Speigel who laid on the couch. Beneath that straitjacket was the worn remains of his signature suit. Faye's eyes widened but there was no emotion in them. Only silence.

"Faye?" said Sam.

Faye began whispering to herself. "I still don't get it. Why is he still alive? Why hadn't Vicious gotten the killing over with?"

"Umh." Said a weary voice. Faye looked over at Spike. He didn't move an inch, but his eyes were opening and his lips were slowly parting. What would he say to her? More importantly what will Faye say to Spike now that they both knew he was truly alive?

"Spike?…I really don't know what to say. Please…say something for me…" Faye seemed desperate as she spoke. The situation seemed to be exhausting and awkward, but there was a lack of joy. Wasn't she happy to see Spike alive?

Spike's head began to move and his blinking mismatched eyes met up with Faye's.

"Who…who are you?"