Vicious walked through dusty streets, thinking about his next move. 'Where
would she go,' he thought. 'Jules. . .man, I must be a bit too isolated; I
don't even know where my own sister would go.' Rain dripped down onto his
grayish-white hair, but he never looked up. He reached into his always
present trench-coat, and pulled out a small slip of paper. It read: "293,
Shady Lane Overnight Hotel, Mars." Vicious returned to his thoughts,
'Spike. . .nice hotel choice.' He kept on reading: "592-7165. Call for
reservations." A small smirk ran across his lips. Vicious walked up to the
nearest pay phone, and dialed in Spike's number.
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Spike lie on his bed, arms stretched out, and door locked, staring at the spinning ceiling fan. He was wide awake. Poofy green hair stuck out, and as Spike sat up, he reached for a comb on his dresser, pushing it through his hair, no matter how little difference it made. He didn't feel so bad about betraying Julia. 'Maybe all this time with Vicious has made me grow cold, and distant, just like him.' Spike jumped as his phone rang. He picked it up, half hoping it was Julia. No such luck. "Hello."
"Hey, Spike, I got a lead, let's go." The reply was quick and sharp, making Spike regret he had even picked up the receiver.
"Alright. Where do we meet," Spike said regretfully.
"I'll come there. Be ready." Spike heard a beeping noise as Vicious hung up his end of the line. Spike lay down the phone as well, but as soon as he did, it rang again. Spike sighed, and picked it up again.
"What Vicious," he spoke in an agitated voice.
"Sp-Spike?" The line was full of static, and you couldn't make out a picture, but it sounded like a woman's voice.
"Yeah?"
"Are you alone?" The line still wasn't clear, and now Spike could make out faint sobs.
"Yes. I am. What are you? Someone else who wants to kill me?"
"Sike. It's Juliya." The static was almost unbearable now.
"Julia! Where are you," Spike's worried tone echoed through the phone.
"293, Shady Lane Overnight Hotel, Mars."
"Okay, look, I can barely understand you. I'm working with Vicious to hunt you down. But. . .don't worry, I'm not on his side, your safe. But he has a lead, and he should be here anytime." There was a knock on the door, and Spike lowered his voice. "There he is. I'm sorry, call me back, get out of there!" Spike hung up, and rushed to the door. When he opened it, Vicious gave him an impatient, deadly glare.
'Oh, god, he knows.' Spike's eyes, (yes he has both) widened at the thought. He looked up, and gasped at how far Vicious had walked off already. Spike ran to catch up with him. "And just where is this lead taking us?"
"A hotel."
"What hotel?"
"Shady Lane Overnight."
"Do you know the room number?"
Vicious handed his comrade the paper, and Spike read aloud. "293, Shady Lane Overnight, Mars." He stopped reading there, knowing all he needed to. He also knew what he was going to do. They walked out of the building in silence. There was no noise on the ride there either, until about 5 minutes before arriving, when Spike spoke up and started asking questions. "Where did you get this lead?"
"The bar."
"What are we going to do anyways, just walk in, and demand to see a customer?"
"Basically."
Now, they pulled into the parking lot, and Vicious stepped out of car, walking towards the entrance, not waiting for Spike to follow. They walked into the lobby room, side by side, and up to the service desk.
"May I help you," the lady there spoke without looking up from her magazine.
"Give me the key to room 293," Vicious spoke in a half way polite voice.
The woman clicked through a few things on her computer before turning back to them. "Sorry, that room is occupied."
Vicious calmly jumped over the desk, pulling out his katana in the process. In the time it took the woman to protest, the blade was at her throat. "Maybe you didn't hear me. I said, give me the key to room 293." Now, Vicious spoke in that harsh, commanding voice, that anyone hardly ever disobeyed.
The woman apparently got the point, and reached towards her top drawer, and pulled out a shining key. Then, she handed it to Vicious. He jerked it out of her grasp, with a quick snicker. Spike smirked. Vicious tossed the key over the counter to Spike, and he caught it with ease, although it was quick and unexpected. The man sitting on the couch had lay down his magazine, and was looking at this amazing scene in front of him.
"Thank you," Vicious spoke sarcastically before inserting the katana into her neck. At this sight, the man screamed. Upon hearing this, Spike turned around, pulled out his gun, and shot the man. "Such unnecessary homicide, Spike," Vicious spoke again, still in that sarcastic tone. Spike only glared at him, and started up the stairs. A few people came out of the halls, and they were instantly shot down.
"Hey, Vicious. What are we going to do when we find her? You can't kill your own sister," Spike spoke, trying to get out of him hurting Julia.
"I killed my own brother didn't I? I can, and I will. And it won't be quick." Vicious replied quickly, running faster now, with Spike right beside him.
This was the point where Spike ran in front of Vicious, and stopped him. Spike turned around, so that the two were facing each other. Vicious searched his so called comrades eyes. Then, just as quickly as you could see, the katana was at Spike's throat. "Do you dare to betray me, when I have spared you more than once," came the cold, hard reply to his actions.
"Why should it matter? You won't kill me."
"Care to test that theory? Keep on talking."
"You won't. Because you know Julia won't answer to you." At this point, Spike turned, and continued walking towards Julia's room.
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Spike lie on his bed, arms stretched out, and door locked, staring at the spinning ceiling fan. He was wide awake. Poofy green hair stuck out, and as Spike sat up, he reached for a comb on his dresser, pushing it through his hair, no matter how little difference it made. He didn't feel so bad about betraying Julia. 'Maybe all this time with Vicious has made me grow cold, and distant, just like him.' Spike jumped as his phone rang. He picked it up, half hoping it was Julia. No such luck. "Hello."
"Hey, Spike, I got a lead, let's go." The reply was quick and sharp, making Spike regret he had even picked up the receiver.
"Alright. Where do we meet," Spike said regretfully.
"I'll come there. Be ready." Spike heard a beeping noise as Vicious hung up his end of the line. Spike lay down the phone as well, but as soon as he did, it rang again. Spike sighed, and picked it up again.
"What Vicious," he spoke in an agitated voice.
"Sp-Spike?" The line was full of static, and you couldn't make out a picture, but it sounded like a woman's voice.
"Yeah?"
"Are you alone?" The line still wasn't clear, and now Spike could make out faint sobs.
"Yes. I am. What are you? Someone else who wants to kill me?"
"Sike. It's Juliya." The static was almost unbearable now.
"Julia! Where are you," Spike's worried tone echoed through the phone.
"293, Shady Lane Overnight Hotel, Mars."
"Okay, look, I can barely understand you. I'm working with Vicious to hunt you down. But. . .don't worry, I'm not on his side, your safe. But he has a lead, and he should be here anytime." There was a knock on the door, and Spike lowered his voice. "There he is. I'm sorry, call me back, get out of there!" Spike hung up, and rushed to the door. When he opened it, Vicious gave him an impatient, deadly glare.
'Oh, god, he knows.' Spike's eyes, (yes he has both) widened at the thought. He looked up, and gasped at how far Vicious had walked off already. Spike ran to catch up with him. "And just where is this lead taking us?"
"A hotel."
"What hotel?"
"Shady Lane Overnight."
"Do you know the room number?"
Vicious handed his comrade the paper, and Spike read aloud. "293, Shady Lane Overnight, Mars." He stopped reading there, knowing all he needed to. He also knew what he was going to do. They walked out of the building in silence. There was no noise on the ride there either, until about 5 minutes before arriving, when Spike spoke up and started asking questions. "Where did you get this lead?"
"The bar."
"What are we going to do anyways, just walk in, and demand to see a customer?"
"Basically."
Now, they pulled into the parking lot, and Vicious stepped out of car, walking towards the entrance, not waiting for Spike to follow. They walked into the lobby room, side by side, and up to the service desk.
"May I help you," the lady there spoke without looking up from her magazine.
"Give me the key to room 293," Vicious spoke in a half way polite voice.
The woman clicked through a few things on her computer before turning back to them. "Sorry, that room is occupied."
Vicious calmly jumped over the desk, pulling out his katana in the process. In the time it took the woman to protest, the blade was at her throat. "Maybe you didn't hear me. I said, give me the key to room 293." Now, Vicious spoke in that harsh, commanding voice, that anyone hardly ever disobeyed.
The woman apparently got the point, and reached towards her top drawer, and pulled out a shining key. Then, she handed it to Vicious. He jerked it out of her grasp, with a quick snicker. Spike smirked. Vicious tossed the key over the counter to Spike, and he caught it with ease, although it was quick and unexpected. The man sitting on the couch had lay down his magazine, and was looking at this amazing scene in front of him.
"Thank you," Vicious spoke sarcastically before inserting the katana into her neck. At this sight, the man screamed. Upon hearing this, Spike turned around, pulled out his gun, and shot the man. "Such unnecessary homicide, Spike," Vicious spoke again, still in that sarcastic tone. Spike only glared at him, and started up the stairs. A few people came out of the halls, and they were instantly shot down.
"Hey, Vicious. What are we going to do when we find her? You can't kill your own sister," Spike spoke, trying to get out of him hurting Julia.
"I killed my own brother didn't I? I can, and I will. And it won't be quick." Vicious replied quickly, running faster now, with Spike right beside him.
This was the point where Spike ran in front of Vicious, and stopped him. Spike turned around, so that the two were facing each other. Vicious searched his so called comrades eyes. Then, just as quickly as you could see, the katana was at Spike's throat. "Do you dare to betray me, when I have spared you more than once," came the cold, hard reply to his actions.
"Why should it matter? You won't kill me."
"Care to test that theory? Keep on talking."
"You won't. Because you know Julia won't answer to you." At this point, Spike turned, and continued walking towards Julia's room.
