A Sinful Cry
Chapter Two: The Accident
Vicious had grin on his face while Spike seemed to be enjoying the fact that he was drunk. Actually if he was going to have any more, he would more then likely pass out from what Vicious could see.
Spike's cheeks where bright red as an awkward smile crossed his face. Spike though was not the only one who was drunk to the limits, Lin, although a year too young for this kind of habit was having a good time, as well his cheeks where bright red.
Vicious felt a bit of humiliation, feeling he was the only normal one in the group. All he had was one glass even though Spike and Lin wished for him to have more in celebration for there victory against the Black Heart.
Abruptly though Vicious' eyes darted to peer at a bar fight on the opposite end of the partiers. He watched them carefully and as well noticed how there fighting group seemed to grow in size and slowly drift over towards Spike and Lin. The silver haired man growled in disgust and stood, turning to peer at the two.
"Hey, Spike.Lin, I think it is best we leave. " Vicious approached them, constantly peering back at the fight that continued to grow in size.
"Nut now! Where jest Startin' to have Fun!" Lin said a large grin upon his face. It was obvious Lin was far beyond his drinking limits at this point.
Spike on the other hand, even though he two was past his limits noticed the expression on Vicious' face. And glanced past him, "Vicious ! Watch it!"
The man ducked his head just in time to avoid a beer can that flew past his head. Yes, now the three where in the middle of it all.
Spike fell back slightly as a fist made contact with his cheek. He then began to push the sleeves of his shirt up and joined in the brawl. An over angered look upon his face. People flew back as he lashed out in anger. Fist and feet making contact with others at blindingly fast speeds.
Lin seemed completely oblivious and took a large gulp of his beer while Vicious seemed to be halfway awestruck at the fact how much coordination Spike had even though he was drunk to the bone. All he did was blink and sit back, trying his best to ignore the many people that ended up face first into tables.
Then a smash of glass was heard and Vicious looked up. The last one standing held a broken bottle of wine. Eye's narrowed, peering at Spike who held the right side of his face in pain. His expression turned from the thrill of a battle to shock. Blood began to drip slowly form Spike's hand and Vicious stood abruptly, taking a dagger he kept hidden from view and smacked the person on the back of the head with its handle. The person falling to the ground as the wine fell from his hands and rolled past the two.
"Spike you alright?" Vicious asked as he glanced to the man before him.
"I, I can't see out of my eye." Spike said as he pulled his hand away from his face. It was quite gruesome, the fact that a glass bottle shattered on contact with his face, and some of the shards going into his right eye.
Vicious glanced around and darted over to the now passed out Lin and grasped the communicator from his pocket.
Spike leaned over the toilet, now relieving his stomach of its juices. He hung over the toilet for a few moments. Before leaning back up and wiping his face with a towel.
"You know, you disserve every bit of it.." Vicious seemed to appear out of nowhere. Leaning against the door frame of spike's bathroom.
Spike glanced into the mirror. Glancing from himself and the bandages that covered his eye and forehead. Then back to Vicious who had a casual smirk upon his face.
Spike's one eye narrowed as he turned his head, "What do you mean by that?" he snapped.
"Well first off, you having a hangover, and second off basically loosing your eye."
"I am getting the surgery in two days," Spike retorted.
Vicious could only shake his head as the casual smirk remained upon his face. He then shrugged and made his way out of Spike's hell hole of an apartment. Dodging cloths, random things of food, and other items on its floor.
Spike watched Vicious close the door behind him then he glanced back at himself in the mirror. Soon washing his hands and drying them with a towel. He felt a bit anxious as he peered at himself in the mirror. Wondering what it is going to be like to get a cybernetic eye implanted into his skull.
Spike gulped as he waited patiently in the patient's room. Glancing from the needles, to the other equipment, never the less, he hated every single bit of it. He had never liked the syndicate's infirmary. Although the doctors did a good job at what they did, there was something about them he just did not like. A few moments passed and a tall physician came slowly into the room Spike was located in. Holding a few random papers and glancing from them. "So Spike Spiegel, back again eye see?" the doctor began to laugh, " eye? Get it?" Spike gave half smile, trying his best to hold back his disgust with the corny joke. "Alright, well Spike, you need to strip down out of your clothing, and we will put you under in a moment. Spike blinked, "why do I have to take my cloths off!" he snapped but it was too late and the doctor was out of the room. Spike glanced down at his jeans, then deep green t-shirt. Sighing lightly he took his cloths off. Starting with the shirt then the pants, and finally his striped boxers drifted slowly onto the pile. He then glanced about. Grasping a pillow and putting it in front of his personal area. With that he sat upon the metal bed that would soon be wheeled out with him on it into the cybernetics room. A few moments later the doctor came slowly in. Telling Spike to put the pillow down where it was and just lay on this bed. He obeyed reluctantly and tossed the pillow onto a chair and blinked, looking up at the ceiling. Within moments another pair of doctors came forth one holding a mask and tank. "Alright Mister Spiegel, we are going to use a gas on you that will keep you awake, but you are going to be fare from reality, so if you hear are voices try your best to concentrate on them." "Alright. "Spike mumbled as a doctor with an open hand began to unwrap the bandages from his face. With that one placed the mask on his face and turned the gas on. As the doctors had said, he seemed to fade out, thinking of other things, as if he never was in this reality.
The doctors where huddled Over Spike on the surgical table. The lights, they where a yellow tone and the rest was green, perhaps this was just the gas effecting Spikes sight never the less. He was thinking other thoughts. Abruptly he felt something going in the socket of his messed up eye. It or they where metallic, yet he could feel no pain. Abruptly his attention was turned to the tanks off in the distance. They seemed so far, and luminous, holding spare body parts. If he felt connected to his body right now, he would had probably wished go blow chunks. Soon though an angel fish in one of the tanks caught his eyes. Who the hell would have an angel fish in a surgical room he thought. Abruptly he felt something tug, and then like the other feeling it faded away. He peered back over at the fish with out moving his one eye, or even his head like before. A light sound then caught his ears, and then he witnessed what was going to be placed in his head. The eye, they where testing it. It was quite creepy, and after the quick test, they began to lower it into his head. Then all went blank.
With a sudden jolt Spike lifted upwards from his recovery bed. Breathing heavily, it all seemed like one bad nightmare. Yet he knew it was not. Lifting his hand he felt the right side of his face. New bandages covering the eye. Abruptly he lowered it and placed it at his side. He blinked once and glanced form side to side. The room it was so bland. His attention was turned to the doorway as a familiar face and body drifted in. Spike blinked once, "Julia? Eh what are you doing here?" He asked as he glanced down and suddenly pulled the white sheets over his lower half. "Vicious told me what happened. I came here to check up on you. "A slender grin curved the woman's face as she sat at the edge of the bed. She held a small flower, "Get well soon Spike" she then placed the flower on his lap and stood, making her way out, long, blonde hair swaying lightly in her wake.
Chapter Two: The Accident
Vicious had grin on his face while Spike seemed to be enjoying the fact that he was drunk. Actually if he was going to have any more, he would more then likely pass out from what Vicious could see.
Spike's cheeks where bright red as an awkward smile crossed his face. Spike though was not the only one who was drunk to the limits, Lin, although a year too young for this kind of habit was having a good time, as well his cheeks where bright red.
Vicious felt a bit of humiliation, feeling he was the only normal one in the group. All he had was one glass even though Spike and Lin wished for him to have more in celebration for there victory against the Black Heart.
Abruptly though Vicious' eyes darted to peer at a bar fight on the opposite end of the partiers. He watched them carefully and as well noticed how there fighting group seemed to grow in size and slowly drift over towards Spike and Lin. The silver haired man growled in disgust and stood, turning to peer at the two.
"Hey, Spike.Lin, I think it is best we leave. " Vicious approached them, constantly peering back at the fight that continued to grow in size.
"Nut now! Where jest Startin' to have Fun!" Lin said a large grin upon his face. It was obvious Lin was far beyond his drinking limits at this point.
Spike on the other hand, even though he two was past his limits noticed the expression on Vicious' face. And glanced past him, "Vicious ! Watch it!"
The man ducked his head just in time to avoid a beer can that flew past his head. Yes, now the three where in the middle of it all.
Spike fell back slightly as a fist made contact with his cheek. He then began to push the sleeves of his shirt up and joined in the brawl. An over angered look upon his face. People flew back as he lashed out in anger. Fist and feet making contact with others at blindingly fast speeds.
Lin seemed completely oblivious and took a large gulp of his beer while Vicious seemed to be halfway awestruck at the fact how much coordination Spike had even though he was drunk to the bone. All he did was blink and sit back, trying his best to ignore the many people that ended up face first into tables.
Then a smash of glass was heard and Vicious looked up. The last one standing held a broken bottle of wine. Eye's narrowed, peering at Spike who held the right side of his face in pain. His expression turned from the thrill of a battle to shock. Blood began to drip slowly form Spike's hand and Vicious stood abruptly, taking a dagger he kept hidden from view and smacked the person on the back of the head with its handle. The person falling to the ground as the wine fell from his hands and rolled past the two.
"Spike you alright?" Vicious asked as he glanced to the man before him.
"I, I can't see out of my eye." Spike said as he pulled his hand away from his face. It was quite gruesome, the fact that a glass bottle shattered on contact with his face, and some of the shards going into his right eye.
Vicious glanced around and darted over to the now passed out Lin and grasped the communicator from his pocket.
Spike leaned over the toilet, now relieving his stomach of its juices. He hung over the toilet for a few moments. Before leaning back up and wiping his face with a towel.
"You know, you disserve every bit of it.." Vicious seemed to appear out of nowhere. Leaning against the door frame of spike's bathroom.
Spike glanced into the mirror. Glancing from himself and the bandages that covered his eye and forehead. Then back to Vicious who had a casual smirk upon his face.
Spike's one eye narrowed as he turned his head, "What do you mean by that?" he snapped.
"Well first off, you having a hangover, and second off basically loosing your eye."
"I am getting the surgery in two days," Spike retorted.
Vicious could only shake his head as the casual smirk remained upon his face. He then shrugged and made his way out of Spike's hell hole of an apartment. Dodging cloths, random things of food, and other items on its floor.
Spike watched Vicious close the door behind him then he glanced back at himself in the mirror. Soon washing his hands and drying them with a towel. He felt a bit anxious as he peered at himself in the mirror. Wondering what it is going to be like to get a cybernetic eye implanted into his skull.
Spike gulped as he waited patiently in the patient's room. Glancing from the needles, to the other equipment, never the less, he hated every single bit of it. He had never liked the syndicate's infirmary. Although the doctors did a good job at what they did, there was something about them he just did not like. A few moments passed and a tall physician came slowly into the room Spike was located in. Holding a few random papers and glancing from them. "So Spike Spiegel, back again eye see?" the doctor began to laugh, " eye? Get it?" Spike gave half smile, trying his best to hold back his disgust with the corny joke. "Alright, well Spike, you need to strip down out of your clothing, and we will put you under in a moment. Spike blinked, "why do I have to take my cloths off!" he snapped but it was too late and the doctor was out of the room. Spike glanced down at his jeans, then deep green t-shirt. Sighing lightly he took his cloths off. Starting with the shirt then the pants, and finally his striped boxers drifted slowly onto the pile. He then glanced about. Grasping a pillow and putting it in front of his personal area. With that he sat upon the metal bed that would soon be wheeled out with him on it into the cybernetics room. A few moments later the doctor came slowly in. Telling Spike to put the pillow down where it was and just lay on this bed. He obeyed reluctantly and tossed the pillow onto a chair and blinked, looking up at the ceiling. Within moments another pair of doctors came forth one holding a mask and tank. "Alright Mister Spiegel, we are going to use a gas on you that will keep you awake, but you are going to be fare from reality, so if you hear are voices try your best to concentrate on them." "Alright. "Spike mumbled as a doctor with an open hand began to unwrap the bandages from his face. With that one placed the mask on his face and turned the gas on. As the doctors had said, he seemed to fade out, thinking of other things, as if he never was in this reality.
The doctors where huddled Over Spike on the surgical table. The lights, they where a yellow tone and the rest was green, perhaps this was just the gas effecting Spikes sight never the less. He was thinking other thoughts. Abruptly he felt something going in the socket of his messed up eye. It or they where metallic, yet he could feel no pain. Abruptly his attention was turned to the tanks off in the distance. They seemed so far, and luminous, holding spare body parts. If he felt connected to his body right now, he would had probably wished go blow chunks. Soon though an angel fish in one of the tanks caught his eyes. Who the hell would have an angel fish in a surgical room he thought. Abruptly he felt something tug, and then like the other feeling it faded away. He peered back over at the fish with out moving his one eye, or even his head like before. A light sound then caught his ears, and then he witnessed what was going to be placed in his head. The eye, they where testing it. It was quite creepy, and after the quick test, they began to lower it into his head. Then all went blank.
With a sudden jolt Spike lifted upwards from his recovery bed. Breathing heavily, it all seemed like one bad nightmare. Yet he knew it was not. Lifting his hand he felt the right side of his face. New bandages covering the eye. Abruptly he lowered it and placed it at his side. He blinked once and glanced form side to side. The room it was so bland. His attention was turned to the doorway as a familiar face and body drifted in. Spike blinked once, "Julia? Eh what are you doing here?" He asked as he glanced down and suddenly pulled the white sheets over his lower half. "Vicious told me what happened. I came here to check up on you. "A slender grin curved the woman's face as she sat at the edge of the bed. She held a small flower, "Get well soon Spike" she then placed the flower on his lap and stood, making her way out, long, blonde hair swaying lightly in her wake.