Trying to breathe normally, he took a hand off her mouth. "Damnit girl you nearly bite a plug out of my hand. When did you stop talking in third person? And who the hell taught you to shot a gun?" Ed was unable to respond. Pictures of blood and stained glass replayed in her head.
"But-but Edward saw..the-the..blood and.." She stammered. Spike smiled and raised off the ground, helping Ed up as well. The smell of dust and rain floated up her nose as Spike turned around and pulled off his trench coat and flung it on the bed.
"Yeah, I know you saw it. I saw it too," he said laying on the bed and sighing. His soggy green hair started to make a wet spot on the sheet. Ed looked over her shoulder at the window, lighting flashed across the sky and she turned back to Spike. "I'm surprised to see you takin' care of yourself so well-" he paused for a moment, "Well it shouldn't surprise me that much. You've done it most of your life. I'm just surprised to see you with a gun and without your handy dandy computer..err..wait..what did you call it?"
"Tomato." Ed said defensibly.
"Yeah, Tomato...where is that thing?" He asked sitting up and looking around. Edward looked down and sighed.
"Animal man stole it from Edward."
"Animal man?"
"Man who owns talking parrot," she said, that day only 2 months ago flashing in her head like a broken record. Just over and over and over again. Spike raised an eyebrow and looked at her with question in his eyes.
"Animal man with talking parrot," he repeated slowly to himself and decided not to carry on the subject any farther. The young computer hacker ran a hand through her wild hair and starred back at her old friend.
"So..what happened to Viscous?" she asked.
"Bastard got away," Spike said clecnhing his fists togather so hard that his knuckles started to turn white. "How is Faye..and Jet?" he asked switching the subject because of the raged filled memories flooding back to him. Edward sat down on the floor and let Ein crawl on her legs.
"I dunno. Ed left. Went to go stay with father. But father person never pays Edward any attention....sooooo..." she said stopping. Either to pet Ein or to think about her previous past.
"Soooo?" Spike pressed on.
"Soo....Ed left. Ended up here," she said skipping the part about her getting robbed. "Ed has ten million woolongs left. Headed to the Scintillement De Ruban Hotel," she said out of no where. The ex gangster looked at her for a moment with a glint of hope in his eyes before laying back down on the bed.
"No way," he stated dully, "You have to have a major credit card to get into that place. And ID. Imagine what would happen if Vicious and his crew found out I was still alive and kickin'. Not only will he come after me, he'll come after you. I'm not strong enough to be defending you Ed. Plus..did I mention we need a credit card?" At that very moment Ed walked over to one of the dresser drawers and pulled out a stack of credit cards and fake Id.'s she had made. Spike raised his eyebrow and grabbed the gun.
"Well, what the hell are you waitin' for Edward," he said halfway out the door. "we have to get to the Scintillement De Ruban Hotel." Edward smiled slightly and grabbed a small windbreaker jacket and her tiny gun, waddling behide Spike. Ein dragged her black bag she had came in with behide them. Spike smirked at the weak boy behide the counter, as he shook in discomfort and left out the door.
"But-but Edward saw..the-the..blood and.." She stammered. Spike smiled and raised off the ground, helping Ed up as well. The smell of dust and rain floated up her nose as Spike turned around and pulled off his trench coat and flung it on the bed.
"Yeah, I know you saw it. I saw it too," he said laying on the bed and sighing. His soggy green hair started to make a wet spot on the sheet. Ed looked over her shoulder at the window, lighting flashed across the sky and she turned back to Spike. "I'm surprised to see you takin' care of yourself so well-" he paused for a moment, "Well it shouldn't surprise me that much. You've done it most of your life. I'm just surprised to see you with a gun and without your handy dandy computer..err..wait..what did you call it?"
"Tomato." Ed said defensibly.
"Yeah, Tomato...where is that thing?" He asked sitting up and looking around. Edward looked down and sighed.
"Animal man stole it from Edward."
"Animal man?"
"Man who owns talking parrot," she said, that day only 2 months ago flashing in her head like a broken record. Just over and over and over again. Spike raised an eyebrow and looked at her with question in his eyes.
"Animal man with talking parrot," he repeated slowly to himself and decided not to carry on the subject any farther. The young computer hacker ran a hand through her wild hair and starred back at her old friend.
"So..what happened to Viscous?" she asked.
"Bastard got away," Spike said clecnhing his fists togather so hard that his knuckles started to turn white. "How is Faye..and Jet?" he asked switching the subject because of the raged filled memories flooding back to him. Edward sat down on the floor and let Ein crawl on her legs.
"I dunno. Ed left. Went to go stay with father. But father person never pays Edward any attention....sooooo..." she said stopping. Either to pet Ein or to think about her previous past.
"Soooo?" Spike pressed on.
"Soo....Ed left. Ended up here," she said skipping the part about her getting robbed. "Ed has ten million woolongs left. Headed to the Scintillement De Ruban Hotel," she said out of no where. The ex gangster looked at her for a moment with a glint of hope in his eyes before laying back down on the bed.
"No way," he stated dully, "You have to have a major credit card to get into that place. And ID. Imagine what would happen if Vicious and his crew found out I was still alive and kickin'. Not only will he come after me, he'll come after you. I'm not strong enough to be defending you Ed. Plus..did I mention we need a credit card?" At that very moment Ed walked over to one of the dresser drawers and pulled out a stack of credit cards and fake Id.'s she had made. Spike raised his eyebrow and grabbed the gun.
"Well, what the hell are you waitin' for Edward," he said halfway out the door. "we have to get to the Scintillement De Ruban Hotel." Edward smiled slightly and grabbed a small windbreaker jacket and her tiny gun, waddling behide Spike. Ein dragged her black bag she had came in with behide them. Spike smirked at the weak boy behide the counter, as he shook in discomfort and left out the door.
