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Chapter Three - "The One That Got Away . . . Sorta"

Spike was more than happy that this Samurai Jack fella was thin enough to stuff into the cockpit of the Swordfish. With Jet busy hauling the Red Tail back to the Bebop, there wasn't much of a chance to get to where Jack was to go.

And where Jack was to go, was a city that Spike had to take in stride. As he passed the gigantic, spire-like skyscrapers, Spike more than often caught sight of strange, bizarre creatures. Cyborgs, aliens, anthros . . . it was the most fucked-up thing Spike had ever seen. And Spike had seen a lot up to this point.

When Jet fed him the coordinates of the drop-off point, he also mentioned something about a theoretical alternate reality. Spike never put much faith into theories, but after this little trip, he was starting to reconsider that faith.

He glanced over at this bounty, immediately taking notice of the graze on the brow where the bullet had whizzed by. Just enough to knock him out. Jack's sword sat on the side of the cockpit (Jet said that there were specific directions to bring it along), well out of the samurai's reach.

The wound on Jack's leg would be getting an infection by the time Spike delivered him in the heart of the city - which was still a good while. Part of him suddenly felt a strange remorse for this warrior. There was something about him that told Spike that Jack was no ordinary man. And for just a moment, Spike felt sorry for turning him in.

That is, until Jack's fist smashed against his face.

"Hai!" yelled Jack immediately. Spike was shocked to find that not only had Jack woken up, but also escaped the bounds he was tied in. Before Spike could move another muscle, Jack pushed himself against the steering wheel, sending the Swordfish careening towards the roof of a nearby building.

Jack pulled himself from the cockpit right after it crashed. He held onto his sword, grasping its handle with pain from his leg. He was still a little woozy due to the head wound, but it would be enough.

"Don't move!" shouted Spike, pulling out his gun and pressing it against Jack's head.

Jack moved, actually, and punched Spike in the face. Spike staggered backwards, gun falling from his hand. But Spike pushed forward, punching Jack across the jaw, then placed his palm quickly against Jack's nose.

"Ah!" Jack yelped, blood flying from his nose. He kicked Spike in the knee, then sent his elbow against Spike's shoulder. Spike fell to his knees, but sent his fist right into Jack's chest. He then spun around and kicked right off his legs.

Spike then shot up into the air, and delivered a kick to Jack's face. Jack sputtered back, even more blood gushing from his nose and now, his lip. "I do not want to fight anymore," Jack admitted. "Let me go and I will - "

"Nope."

Spike kicked Jack in the gut, then smacked him across the face, punched him in the shoulder, and then got Jack right in the leg wound. The samurai was bloody and bruised. His eyes were hazy and he looked both exhausted and frustrated.

Spike grabbed hold of his gun at last and pointed it at Jack. "Give up, samurai."

"Nope."

Jack head-butted Spike with a loud 'CRACK!' and the bounty hunter went frailing about backwards. "Ouch!"

Spike regained himself, only to find Jack charging towards him with his blade. Spike leapt up, and kicked Jack in the neck. The sword went flying into the air . . . and Spike caught it. He swept his hand up, snagged it and slashed Jack's shirt.

It ripped, and then Spike slashed once more and the shirt was shredded. Spike then kicked Jack in the head and he snapped back. But Jack swung his foot out as he did and kicked the sword from Spike's hand. The sword slammed into the ground. Jack then flipped into the air, snatched it up, pulled off the remains of his shirt and hardened his gaze.

"This ends now, bounty hunter."

Spike jumped backwards, and yanked up his gun. "You're telling me, samurai."

The two charged towards each other, so fast, so quick it seemed slow. Spike pulled his trigger, bullets exploding from the gun. Jack held out his sword, the bullets pelting off of it. Everything seemed to come together in this moment, and then - exploded.

The two warriors collided with each other, and there was only one survivor.

Samurai Jack, his body aching and sore, blood dripping down, and sighed heavily. "You failed, bounty hunter."

"Spike!" came a shout from Spike's ship. Samurai Jack looked over, and heard a message that made him uneasy. The sound of the man's voice was one he had heard before. Fearsome. "Spike, where the hell are you? We've got a problem! This thing just out of nowhere! This person!"

"SPIKE!" yelled a woman then.

"It's calling itself Aku and we - "

The comm-line cut out. Jack closed his eyes hard. "Damn it," he whispered. He then looked back to the unconscious Spike. He was going to need that bounty hunter.