//_______ // = dream, flashback, or thoughts

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"Running With Fate"

"Questioned Reality"

Chapter 2

            // "Put the gun down, Spy!"

Spike pleaded, afraid she might carry out her dark deed.

            "Get out, Spy. This doesn't concern you."

Spiro held the gun to the side of her head, finger on the trigger and ready to fire.

            "Yes it does! You're about to throw you're life away over something so stupid! Do you realize how idiotic that is? You're too smart for this!"

Spike took a step closer and Spiro stepped back, her eyes full of betrayal and pain.

            "Let me help, Spike."

Spiro still held the gun to her temple.

            "Spy, give me the gun. Please…."

Spike held out his hand. Spiro stared back at him. Finally, she moved the gun away and placed it in Spike's hand. //

Spike woke up abruptly, sweating and breathing hard.

            "You ok in there, Spike?"

Jet called out from the kitchen.

            "Fine."

Spike answered back. He got out bed and threw on a t-shirt and some pants, then went out down the hall and to the living room.

            "What are you making now?"

Spike sat down on the couch.

            "The usual. Bell peppers and beef."

Jet came into the living room, followed by Faye.

            "You ok, Spike? You don't look so good."

Jet pulled up a chair, as did Faye.

            "I'm fine. Just didn't sleep good."

Spike mumbled, as he forked up his food.

            "You've been acting weirder and weirder lately, what's up? Stop being so secretive!"

Faye demanded. Spike ignored her, continuing to eat.

// It was raining. Spike walked through the dark gray gates of the cemetery, his eyes from side to side, as if looking for something. All of a sudden, a hail of gunfire came down on him from out of nowhere. Spike dived behind a tombstone and pulled out his gun. As he loaded his gun, he heard another gunfire to the side of him. Out of a defense mechanism, Spike aimed his gun to meet the barrel of someone else's gun. A pair of feminine hands held it tightly, a very steady aim for a woman. Her eyes a deep dark brown and her was hair short, dark green, and smoothly cut– yet still messy.

"Get down!"

She shouted, shoving Spike down and firing her gun, hitting an anonymous figure in the distance. //

            "Hello? Earth to Spike!"

Faye waved her hand in front of Spike's face. Snapping to attention, Spike set his bowl on the table and stood up.

            "Where are you going?"

Jet asked, looking up from his food.

            "Out. I'll be back. I just need to think."

Spike said as her walked out of the room and down the hall, towards the hanger.

            // "What the hell's going on?"

Spike asked, firing at a man who was sneaking up behind the woman.

            "Let's just say being a Red Dragon earns me many enemies."

The woman smiled as she fired again, hitting yet another.

            "Red Dragon? You're in the syndicate?"

Spike and the woman were now back to back.

            "Yeah."

Just then, the woman cried out. Spike whirled around to see her clutching her face, groaning in pain. Spike looked up and shot a man standing a ways back from where the two were squatted. //

            Spike turned the key to start up the ship. As he flew out of the hanger. One name came to mind. A name he hadn't thought of in three years.

            // "Spiro Speranza…" //

With that, Spike flew off into the sky, not knowing or caring where he was headed. He just needed to clear his head, try to think straight. If that was even possible.

See You Space Cowboy…