Julia ran out of the hotel. She saw Vicious' car coming up quickly, and ran
to her own car. She argued with herself for a moment, and took the risk of
going back to her apartment to pick up her ship. When she got there, Julia
quickly jumped in. The golden haired woman checked her gage. "No gas, and
no time to get some," she muttered, to know one but herself. The
practically silent ship would be a sure advantage. As it started up, she
decided on where to go. Julia sped through the galaxy. At least the places
she could go. "I always hated this planet. I'll get gas here, and leave.
But I'll stay here for now. Vicious knows I hate place, it will be the
last place he suspects."
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Vicious busted down the door, only to find no one was there. The two destroyed anything and everything in their way, in a quick, sadistic search. No clues. Vicious pulled a small electronic device out of his trench coat, and looked at the green, beeping dot, moving across the grid. Then, you could see a fainter, still, red dot.
"Let me guess, her car and ship," Spike asked, peering over the other man's shoulder.
"Yeah," Vicious spoke, barely covering a snicker.
'Oh, great. She didn't even check for traps!'
Vicious walked over to the phone in the room, and dialed Julia's cell phone.
Spike immediately recognized the digits. 'And now, no, she wouldn't be stupid enough to pick it up. Would she?'
"Hello," Spike heard her mutter.
'Great. She answers!' Spike continued to go ballistic in his thoughts. In the meantime, Vicious switched over to the video phone, making sure to hide his face. He grabbed and silenced Spike, pulling his sword over the ever popular throat area. This is the first image he let Julia see. Spike didn't bother to struggle.
"I don't think I have to explain your situation to you, now do I, dear sister?" Then Vicious whispered into Spike's ear: "Just play along."
And Spike was smart enough to do just that. At least it seemed so. Julia looked at him, her eyes pleading for an explanation. And she got one. Spike mouthed out the word 'trap' to her, hoping that would get the message across without alerting the guy holding a sword to his throat (a.k.a. Vicious.) It worked.
"Jeremy, I"
"My name is Vicious."
"Vicious,:" she corrected, "I will not."
Maybe Spike was wrong. A small trickle of blood ran from his neck, down across his shirt. And the cut was getting deeper by the minute. Spike did his best not to scream, so he didn't alarm Julia in any way. But when the cut got deep enough, he did. A deep, short scream, but still a scream. "Vicious," came his plead. And then he whispered, "your going to kill me."
Vicious smirked. "I know."
Now, Spike grimaced. Vicious was right outside his vein. "Why, Vicious?"
"You think I don't know what you said to her? You think I don't know she called? You think I don't know who's side your on? She's not the only one stupid enough not to check for traps. Do you really think I would spare you for companionship? Jules. Come."
But Julia didn't move. She stared at the still grimacing male for answers.
"Spike," Vicious commanded, "tell her."
"Julia," Spike choked out, "he knows."
"Julia, come," Vicious repeated.
"Where are you," Julia gave in.
At this, Spike sighed, and Vicious snickered. "Why, your hotel room, Jules. How long 'till you're here?"
"3 hours at the least."
"C'mon, Jules. Do you think I'm that stupid? What are you going to do?
No, I don't care. But I highly suggest you don't do it."
"I have to go by my apartment."
"Jules, you really think I won't do it, don't you?"
"20 minutes."
Vicious smirked. "Better." Vicious hung up the phone after saying
this.
"Alright, Vicious. Now what," Spike said, now a little recovered.
"We wait. And Spike. . .whose side are you on?"
"If I say Julia's you'll kill me, so, what do you think?"
"I think you're a smart man, Spike."
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Vicious busted down the door, only to find no one was there. The two destroyed anything and everything in their way, in a quick, sadistic search. No clues. Vicious pulled a small electronic device out of his trench coat, and looked at the green, beeping dot, moving across the grid. Then, you could see a fainter, still, red dot.
"Let me guess, her car and ship," Spike asked, peering over the other man's shoulder.
"Yeah," Vicious spoke, barely covering a snicker.
'Oh, great. She didn't even check for traps!'
Vicious walked over to the phone in the room, and dialed Julia's cell phone.
Spike immediately recognized the digits. 'And now, no, she wouldn't be stupid enough to pick it up. Would she?'
"Hello," Spike heard her mutter.
'Great. She answers!' Spike continued to go ballistic in his thoughts. In the meantime, Vicious switched over to the video phone, making sure to hide his face. He grabbed and silenced Spike, pulling his sword over the ever popular throat area. This is the first image he let Julia see. Spike didn't bother to struggle.
"I don't think I have to explain your situation to you, now do I, dear sister?" Then Vicious whispered into Spike's ear: "Just play along."
And Spike was smart enough to do just that. At least it seemed so. Julia looked at him, her eyes pleading for an explanation. And she got one. Spike mouthed out the word 'trap' to her, hoping that would get the message across without alerting the guy holding a sword to his throat (a.k.a. Vicious.) It worked.
"Jeremy, I"
"My name is Vicious."
"Vicious,:" she corrected, "I will not."
Maybe Spike was wrong. A small trickle of blood ran from his neck, down across his shirt. And the cut was getting deeper by the minute. Spike did his best not to scream, so he didn't alarm Julia in any way. But when the cut got deep enough, he did. A deep, short scream, but still a scream. "Vicious," came his plead. And then he whispered, "your going to kill me."
Vicious smirked. "I know."
Now, Spike grimaced. Vicious was right outside his vein. "Why, Vicious?"
"You think I don't know what you said to her? You think I don't know she called? You think I don't know who's side your on? She's not the only one stupid enough not to check for traps. Do you really think I would spare you for companionship? Jules. Come."
But Julia didn't move. She stared at the still grimacing male for answers.
"Spike," Vicious commanded, "tell her."
"Julia," Spike choked out, "he knows."
"Julia, come," Vicious repeated.
"Where are you," Julia gave in.
At this, Spike sighed, and Vicious snickered. "Why, your hotel room, Jules. How long 'till you're here?"
"3 hours at the least."
"C'mon, Jules. Do you think I'm that stupid? What are you going to do?
No, I don't care. But I highly suggest you don't do it."
"I have to go by my apartment."
"Jules, you really think I won't do it, don't you?"
"20 minutes."
Vicious smirked. "Better." Vicious hung up the phone after saying
this.
"Alright, Vicious. Now what," Spike said, now a little recovered.
"We wait. And Spike. . .whose side are you on?"
"If I say Julia's you'll kill me, so, what do you think?"
"I think you're a smart man, Spike."
