Title: Braking these Chains
Author: Grizzled Rose
Summary: Spikes big plan
Disclaimer: You know the drill, not my characters; don't belong to me, making no money.
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Spike awoke, once again to the familiar pain of an alcohol filled night. The consent drumming of water tapping on metal forced him to open his eyes. There was no sink in his crypt, it was then he realized that his place didn't feel like his crypt. Then again it didn't look any thing like his crypt either. He lifted himself to his elbows and looked around, the place was dark and damp nothing new here but there was something familiar about this place, and that bothered him.
Spike got to his feet and groaned at the wave of pain that crashed over him. Then again when he found that he was in wet and muddy clothes that just made his morning. He headed for the arch way that was on the other side of the room, and quickly started tripping over the debris that was scattered around the concrete floor. Slowly regaining his senses he relised there was a funny smell down here. He took a deep breath, the smell was terrible. Like soot and burned chemicals, and other odors that came with the package.
He headed to the doorway again, this time watching where he was going. Raking his brain for ideas to why he was, well where ever here was. He remembered getting to Willy's, drinking, debating to drag that tramp to the whelps wedding. Then it hit him, the chip, he was going to turn the bloody thing off. Glancing around him once more bits of the night returned to him, the caves. He had come back to the abandoned Initiative labs, he smirked to himself. 'Not a bloody poof yet, can still get some things done right.' The plan was starting to return to his foggy mind. So instead of continuing to the door way, Spike changed course and headed to one of the desks.
He started looking for any scrape of paper, and found nothing but ash and melted plastic. This was impossible, these caves were huge and he had no clue where to start. Spike took a deep breath, thinking like that was not going to help him.
"Damn!" Spike yelled at the top of his lungs. "Got that bloody slayer in my head again." Growling to himself Spike dug through is pockets and came out with a pack of cigarettes and light one. After returning everything to one of the pockets, he set up what was left of a metal chair, and laid the duster over it. He then turned back to the desk and began ripping through the drawers and cabinets.
Work space, after office, after lab, Spike searched the underground facility. He broke through locked doors, climbed through destroyed hall ways. As he got deeper in even his vampire vision failed him in the near perfect darkness, luckily there was enough debris down there to fashion a torch with. The sites that he found down there where bad by vampire standards. After that royal battle down here a few years ago, it looked like the government just sealed the doors and forgot about it. Rotten piles of flesh that rats, or knowing the hellmouth, something else had gotten into. There were things here to, he hadn't seen them yet, but he felt them.
Digging throw some piled up desks, tables, and other bits of destroyed office equipment Spike found a large locked door. One of hundreds, all he wanted now was a few more bottles, and some blood. Thinking as he throw office equipment out of his way he relised he hadn't eaten in days, not a drop. Growling at a stubborn hunk of melted metal, Spike was amazed once again by the great powers of liquor.
Once there was a path to the door, Spike retreated the get his duster and the torch. Coming back with the torch in hand and wearing his duster Spike examined the door. Like most of these hi-tech doors, this one had a number pad and a slide. No good without the electricity on, anyway that wasn't his thing, more Red's that anyone's. So it came down to good old violence to solve this one. Placing the torch a little behind him, he pulled a chunk of steel pipe from the massive pile of debris. Rolling his shoulders back and then loosening his neck Spike gripped the pipe like a large lance. With a roar, Spike ran at the control panel of the door.
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Anya sat on a stool in a dark room crying, her body racked with sobs.
"Hush my child, calm your self" a low male voice soothing Anya.
"I can't believe." Anya's speech was broken with her tears " Not Xander." Again she broke down.
"Men can't be dependable my dear." The voice calmly condoning her grief.
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The ruff end of the pipe growen as Spike continued to push the metal throw metal. Straining with every bit of power Spike managed to break the bolts and tear the control panel through to the other side of the wall. Dropping the pipe, Spike walked back and once again grabbed the torch and headed to the door. He ripped away, a bit of plastic that was still in place and attempted to see what was inside. There was no shining reflection coming for the other side like the majority of the rest of the rooms. After two or three, Spike decided not to bother with those rooms, mostly medical labs with out any files or notes.
Sitting down on a desk Spike pulled out another cigarette and light it taking deep puffs. He looked down into the pack, only two left. He was hungry as hell, and sober. This was it for now, the sun was down based on his internal clock and he keeps thinking about painful things. It was time to call it quits after this room. Throwing the butt to the ground Spike stood, and retrieved a little item he started to carry with him after the first three rooms. A large crow-bar that he had found, are at least that's what it looked like now.
Walking up to the panel once again he laid the end of the crow-bar vertically to the wall and began the push down and into the wall. The grinding of gears, and snapping of metal, followed by a pop was heard. After which Spike moved to the door itself and found that the door was slightly a jar. Inserting the crow-bar in the crack and a couple of good shoves and the door opened.
"About bloody time, sodding doors" Spike grumbled as he once again retrieved the torch, and headed into the room. The room was small with one desk, and the usual fire marks and scorches, but the room was also full of files. Eerily the faint light from the torch wavered and Spike spun around there was something out there again. He had felt it earlier, but never that close. Suddenly there went that feeling again, and a gust of wind or something, put out Spikes torch.
"What in the Bloody. Ok you soddin' poof you want go a round?" Spike yelled in the darkness. A menacing growl and snarl come for the direction of the door. Spike directed himself to the door and saluted the creature with the bird and growled himself, vamping out. The creature advanced on Spike and attached him claws and fangs fling. Spike blocked the second set of blows and kneed the creature, knocking the wind out of it. He then throws it to the wall. Which was quickly followed by the sound of it crashing into the desk. Spike laughed, "You don't have the wrinkles!" He yelled and then was smacked into the cabinets behind him as the creature landed a blow. "No more playing kiddy" Spike announced as he got back to his feet.
The creature rushed Spike and grabbed him around the waist tackling him into one of the walls. He the stepped back and throw is arm back, palm up, claws out and slashed at Spike. Spike jumped back just as its claws flew by his head, Spike then throw himself forward into a left hook, and struck the demon across the snout. The demon recovered and grab onto Spikes lapels, and throws in over and into the other wall. Jumping to his feet Spike lands and fling kick into the creature's torso, the creature falls back a few steps. Spike then advances striking out at the creature slugging it upside the head a few times, the creature reached up and grabbed Spike's arm mid swing and slams his fist into Spikes face throwing Spike to the ground. The creature then walked up to Spike, on his feet again Spike charged the creature, just to be thrown it a wall again and doesn't move this time. The creature turns and bents to pick up a sharp bit of metal from the now broken desk. Spike lunges at the turned creature impaling both on the scrape of metal.
After a bit Spike awakens in pain. 'Nothing new' Spike thinks to himself. With a loud painful scream Spike rips himself from the pole. He falls to the ground gripping the hole in is chest. Digging through is pocket he pulls out is lighter and flips it open. Once the room is alight again he pulls himself to what's left of the files.
"What the bloody hell is this?" Spike groaned as he flipped through the singed files. Sub-terrain 0118, Sub-terrain 0119. Spike stopped throwing about the files. "What was it they called me again? Hostile 14, Hostile 24, Hostile 17 . That's it Hostile 17!" Spike dragged himself to the other set of files and fingered through them. "Yes Sir!" Spike yelled as he pulled a file from a mess of them. He tried to look over the file but the lighter just didn't do the trick, also there were more growls and snarls echoing down the hall ways.
Spike pulled himself up and headed to the door, kicking the dead creature once just for fun. "Wanker" He said as he headed back the way he had come.
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Just as the sun started to peek over the horizon Spike managed to close his crypt door. The journey back was terrible, not only because of his physical injuries and lack of blood. With out something to focus on Spike began thinking about his existence again. Going evil has many benefits, but he had time to think about the other side for a bit.
Like his Lil' Bit. Over the summer the two had bonded, and he did have his promise to protect her to think about. The way she trusted him no matter what everyone else said, she trusted him to be there to keep his word. Thinking of Dawn was a two sided sword , because then Spike has to remember how he's neglected her since Buffy's return. Also thinking of Dawn reminds him of his sister. Again and again the words and actions of his memory played in his head. Happy moments whit his family, with Dru, some with his minions, others with Dawn, his sister, the Scourge, Buffy. Then the bad memories flipped through his mind. His father, Angelus, Cecily, Dru, the Scoobies, and once again Buffy.
Opening the fridge Spike pulled out the last two bags of blood that he had left. He dumped one into an old jar, and throw it in to his microwave, before remembering that his electricity was out because to the earlier. He retrieved it and chugged the thick, cool blood down. He then tore into the second bag and drank it from the bag. Looking down at the hole in his chest he decided that he couldn't wrap it himself, so he just let it be. Taking off his duster which he then throws over the chair, removing his shirt and discarding the destroyed piece of clothing. Walking to the front door Spike grabbed his newly stolen bag of booze and lay down on the sarcophagus.
Opening the first bottle Spike drank as he began reading his file. There was mostly a load of worthless medical bolux, identifying marks, and a lot of military coding and such. Towards the end Spike found the information that he was looking for. There was a description, and charts of the chip itself. Along with a written account of not only the implanting but of the theory behind the chipping of monsters as well. Basically it said that the chop was a prototype of an electronically control board. Much of the method was stolen from the Pholvie theories, if your reward or punish your experiment every time it does a surtain action, for example attack a human. This will then modify its behavior accordingly to the stimuli that it reseve. The only problem is that the chips hardware wasn't stable, after a few years the electrical system would start to erode. Causing malfunctioning and misfires, which is deadly if it was to continue for a short amount of time.
"Great not only does the bloody thing turn me into a soddin' poof, but now it's going to kill me too. Wonder how long I got?" Spike thought as the alcohol began to travel through his new blood. Taking another slug of the bottle and he jumped ahead in the reading to the last bit. There was a bit in between filled with more drawings of circuitry and mapped details of the chip its self.
In the end it described how the chip could be deactivated if need be. It would take a quick medical procedure, but then all that was needed was a small probe to disconnect the proper circuit at the flow point from the main power source. With the drawings, file, information, and a bit of money he should have no problem finding a doctor that can help with his little problem. A large smile covered Spikes face as he dropped the file to the floor and finished off his bottle. Turning over he fell into the sleep of the dead.
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Summary: Spikes big plan
Disclaimer: You know the drill, not my characters; don't belong to me, making no money.
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Spike awoke, once again to the familiar pain of an alcohol filled night. The consent drumming of water tapping on metal forced him to open his eyes. There was no sink in his crypt, it was then he realized that his place didn't feel like his crypt. Then again it didn't look any thing like his crypt either. He lifted himself to his elbows and looked around, the place was dark and damp nothing new here but there was something familiar about this place, and that bothered him.
Spike got to his feet and groaned at the wave of pain that crashed over him. Then again when he found that he was in wet and muddy clothes that just made his morning. He headed for the arch way that was on the other side of the room, and quickly started tripping over the debris that was scattered around the concrete floor. Slowly regaining his senses he relised there was a funny smell down here. He took a deep breath, the smell was terrible. Like soot and burned chemicals, and other odors that came with the package.
He headed to the doorway again, this time watching where he was going. Raking his brain for ideas to why he was, well where ever here was. He remembered getting to Willy's, drinking, debating to drag that tramp to the whelps wedding. Then it hit him, the chip, he was going to turn the bloody thing off. Glancing around him once more bits of the night returned to him, the caves. He had come back to the abandoned Initiative labs, he smirked to himself. 'Not a bloody poof yet, can still get some things done right.' The plan was starting to return to his foggy mind. So instead of continuing to the door way, Spike changed course and headed to one of the desks.
He started looking for any scrape of paper, and found nothing but ash and melted plastic. This was impossible, these caves were huge and he had no clue where to start. Spike took a deep breath, thinking like that was not going to help him.
"Damn!" Spike yelled at the top of his lungs. "Got that bloody slayer in my head again." Growling to himself Spike dug through is pockets and came out with a pack of cigarettes and light one. After returning everything to one of the pockets, he set up what was left of a metal chair, and laid the duster over it. He then turned back to the desk and began ripping through the drawers and cabinets.
Work space, after office, after lab, Spike searched the underground facility. He broke through locked doors, climbed through destroyed hall ways. As he got deeper in even his vampire vision failed him in the near perfect darkness, luckily there was enough debris down there to fashion a torch with. The sites that he found down there where bad by vampire standards. After that royal battle down here a few years ago, it looked like the government just sealed the doors and forgot about it. Rotten piles of flesh that rats, or knowing the hellmouth, something else had gotten into. There were things here to, he hadn't seen them yet, but he felt them.
Digging throw some piled up desks, tables, and other bits of destroyed office equipment Spike found a large locked door. One of hundreds, all he wanted now was a few more bottles, and some blood. Thinking as he throw office equipment out of his way he relised he hadn't eaten in days, not a drop. Growling at a stubborn hunk of melted metal, Spike was amazed once again by the great powers of liquor.
Once there was a path to the door, Spike retreated the get his duster and the torch. Coming back with the torch in hand and wearing his duster Spike examined the door. Like most of these hi-tech doors, this one had a number pad and a slide. No good without the electricity on, anyway that wasn't his thing, more Red's that anyone's. So it came down to good old violence to solve this one. Placing the torch a little behind him, he pulled a chunk of steel pipe from the massive pile of debris. Rolling his shoulders back and then loosening his neck Spike gripped the pipe like a large lance. With a roar, Spike ran at the control panel of the door.
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Anya sat on a stool in a dark room crying, her body racked with sobs.
"Hush my child, calm your self" a low male voice soothing Anya.
"I can't believe." Anya's speech was broken with her tears " Not Xander." Again she broke down.
"Men can't be dependable my dear." The voice calmly condoning her grief.
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The ruff end of the pipe growen as Spike continued to push the metal throw metal. Straining with every bit of power Spike managed to break the bolts and tear the control panel through to the other side of the wall. Dropping the pipe, Spike walked back and once again grabbed the torch and headed to the door. He ripped away, a bit of plastic that was still in place and attempted to see what was inside. There was no shining reflection coming for the other side like the majority of the rest of the rooms. After two or three, Spike decided not to bother with those rooms, mostly medical labs with out any files or notes.
Sitting down on a desk Spike pulled out another cigarette and light it taking deep puffs. He looked down into the pack, only two left. He was hungry as hell, and sober. This was it for now, the sun was down based on his internal clock and he keeps thinking about painful things. It was time to call it quits after this room. Throwing the butt to the ground Spike stood, and retrieved a little item he started to carry with him after the first three rooms. A large crow-bar that he had found, are at least that's what it looked like now.
Walking up to the panel once again he laid the end of the crow-bar vertically to the wall and began the push down and into the wall. The grinding of gears, and snapping of metal, followed by a pop was heard. After which Spike moved to the door itself and found that the door was slightly a jar. Inserting the crow-bar in the crack and a couple of good shoves and the door opened.
"About bloody time, sodding doors" Spike grumbled as he once again retrieved the torch, and headed into the room. The room was small with one desk, and the usual fire marks and scorches, but the room was also full of files. Eerily the faint light from the torch wavered and Spike spun around there was something out there again. He had felt it earlier, but never that close. Suddenly there went that feeling again, and a gust of wind or something, put out Spikes torch.
"What in the Bloody. Ok you soddin' poof you want go a round?" Spike yelled in the darkness. A menacing growl and snarl come for the direction of the door. Spike directed himself to the door and saluted the creature with the bird and growled himself, vamping out. The creature advanced on Spike and attached him claws and fangs fling. Spike blocked the second set of blows and kneed the creature, knocking the wind out of it. He then throws it to the wall. Which was quickly followed by the sound of it crashing into the desk. Spike laughed, "You don't have the wrinkles!" He yelled and then was smacked into the cabinets behind him as the creature landed a blow. "No more playing kiddy" Spike announced as he got back to his feet.
The creature rushed Spike and grabbed him around the waist tackling him into one of the walls. He the stepped back and throw is arm back, palm up, claws out and slashed at Spike. Spike jumped back just as its claws flew by his head, Spike then throw himself forward into a left hook, and struck the demon across the snout. The demon recovered and grab onto Spikes lapels, and throws in over and into the other wall. Jumping to his feet Spike lands and fling kick into the creature's torso, the creature falls back a few steps. Spike then advances striking out at the creature slugging it upside the head a few times, the creature reached up and grabbed Spike's arm mid swing and slams his fist into Spikes face throwing Spike to the ground. The creature then walked up to Spike, on his feet again Spike charged the creature, just to be thrown it a wall again and doesn't move this time. The creature turns and bents to pick up a sharp bit of metal from the now broken desk. Spike lunges at the turned creature impaling both on the scrape of metal.
After a bit Spike awakens in pain. 'Nothing new' Spike thinks to himself. With a loud painful scream Spike rips himself from the pole. He falls to the ground gripping the hole in is chest. Digging through is pocket he pulls out is lighter and flips it open. Once the room is alight again he pulls himself to what's left of the files.
"What the bloody hell is this?" Spike groaned as he flipped through the singed files. Sub-terrain 0118, Sub-terrain 0119. Spike stopped throwing about the files. "What was it they called me again? Hostile 14, Hostile 24, Hostile 17 . That's it Hostile 17!" Spike dragged himself to the other set of files and fingered through them. "Yes Sir!" Spike yelled as he pulled a file from a mess of them. He tried to look over the file but the lighter just didn't do the trick, also there were more growls and snarls echoing down the hall ways.
Spike pulled himself up and headed to the door, kicking the dead creature once just for fun. "Wanker" He said as he headed back the way he had come.
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Just as the sun started to peek over the horizon Spike managed to close his crypt door. The journey back was terrible, not only because of his physical injuries and lack of blood. With out something to focus on Spike began thinking about his existence again. Going evil has many benefits, but he had time to think about the other side for a bit.
Like his Lil' Bit. Over the summer the two had bonded, and he did have his promise to protect her to think about. The way she trusted him no matter what everyone else said, she trusted him to be there to keep his word. Thinking of Dawn was a two sided sword , because then Spike has to remember how he's neglected her since Buffy's return. Also thinking of Dawn reminds him of his sister. Again and again the words and actions of his memory played in his head. Happy moments whit his family, with Dru, some with his minions, others with Dawn, his sister, the Scourge, Buffy. Then the bad memories flipped through his mind. His father, Angelus, Cecily, Dru, the Scoobies, and once again Buffy.
Opening the fridge Spike pulled out the last two bags of blood that he had left. He dumped one into an old jar, and throw it in to his microwave, before remembering that his electricity was out because to the earlier. He retrieved it and chugged the thick, cool blood down. He then tore into the second bag and drank it from the bag. Looking down at the hole in his chest he decided that he couldn't wrap it himself, so he just let it be. Taking off his duster which he then throws over the chair, removing his shirt and discarding the destroyed piece of clothing. Walking to the front door Spike grabbed his newly stolen bag of booze and lay down on the sarcophagus.
Opening the first bottle Spike drank as he began reading his file. There was mostly a load of worthless medical bolux, identifying marks, and a lot of military coding and such. Towards the end Spike found the information that he was looking for. There was a description, and charts of the chip itself. Along with a written account of not only the implanting but of the theory behind the chipping of monsters as well. Basically it said that the chop was a prototype of an electronically control board. Much of the method was stolen from the Pholvie theories, if your reward or punish your experiment every time it does a surtain action, for example attack a human. This will then modify its behavior accordingly to the stimuli that it reseve. The only problem is that the chips hardware wasn't stable, after a few years the electrical system would start to erode. Causing malfunctioning and misfires, which is deadly if it was to continue for a short amount of time.
"Great not only does the bloody thing turn me into a soddin' poof, but now it's going to kill me too. Wonder how long I got?" Spike thought as the alcohol began to travel through his new blood. Taking another slug of the bottle and he jumped ahead in the reading to the last bit. There was a bit in between filled with more drawings of circuitry and mapped details of the chip its self.
In the end it described how the chip could be deactivated if need be. It would take a quick medical procedure, but then all that was needed was a small probe to disconnect the proper circuit at the flow point from the main power source. With the drawings, file, information, and a bit of money he should have no problem finding a doctor that can help with his little problem. A large smile covered Spikes face as he dropped the file to the floor and finished off his bottle. Turning over he fell into the sleep of the dead.
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