Hey people. V here, bringing you the next chapter of this story. Right,
then. I would just like to thank all those people who took time out of
hellacious schedule to review this thing. Ok, so, Enjoy!
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Red. What a color. It was everywhere. Shades of red background, and all over the place. But one particular place Vicious saw red was at the top of his eyes, slowly going down, a deep blood red in color.
It looked real enough to be blood.
Could it be his own?
Muffled sound of people could be heard.
"Somebody get in here! This man needs a doctor!"
Who were they? They seemed so far away. What was he doing here? A flash of a scene played in his mind, of two men....they were fighting.
Did this happen to him? Was he losing?
The man that appeared to be him fell to the ground, bloody and wounded, his sword still clutched in his fist. Then a sentence, not more than four words, could be heard in his mind:
Game over, you lose.
He heard it, and he knew it was so.
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Faye looked at the round clock on the wall (It too was chrome). It read 2:18 am.
She rotated her body on the uncomfortable chrome bench.
"Grr....." She shot up in her seat and glared at Jet who was trying to lounge on the chrome chair. "How is anyone supposed to sleep in this place?!"
Jet opened his eyes. "Well, be thankful it isn't the floor."
"Well, I'd rather sleep on the floor than on this excuse of a bench!"
"Oh, stop your bitching. It could be worse." Jet said, crossing his arms.
Evidently, the nurse at the desk overheard their conversation and walked over.
"Excuse me ma'am. We have cots for non-patients who have to stay over night."
Jet chuckled and muttered under his breath, "It just got worse."
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Vicious didn't know where he was. All he knew was that he was on something with wheels. It was wheeling him into someplace and as he opened his eyes, he felt an excruciating pain and saw he was drenched in a crimson liquid. He saw it because she white sheet on top of him was drenched in it, too. He watched as his own blood dripped onto the floor. The last thing he could remember before blacking put were two people who appeared to be sleeping on the floor and the sound of glass shattering. It seemed that even God couldn't tell where he was at this point.
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When Faye woke the next morning some four hours later, she noticed some things that were a bit out of place. The nurse wasn't at her desk, a broken picture frame (who Faye assumed belonged to the nurse) lay on the floor, and drops of blood were splattered all over the floor. Faye blinked, and turned over to wake up Jet.
"Jet....Jet...wake up," she whispered. When this didn't work, she took it to the next level. "JET!!! WAKE UP YOU STUPID MORON!!!"
Jet jumped up in his cot and glared at Faye. "What?!"
"Look," she said pointing to the floor.
"Huh?" He looked up and down the aisle at the drops of blood trailing the floor. "It's a hospital Faye. You're gonna see blood every now and then."
Just after he said that, the nurse working the night shift came through the double doors. After taking off her paper mask, she said:
"I hope this doesn't bother you folks. An ER patient came a little after you went to bed. The janitors don't arrive till 7...."
"It's alright we're used to it."
If you catch their drift.
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Naturally, if you were in Spike's situation, you would be in great pain. In such pain you've never felt before. In such pain, you think you're gonna die.
Spike felt this way. His life flashed before his eyes.
He's four years old, coloring meaningless pictures of lines and scribbles that would make any adult smile. He's sixteen, winking at a pretty girl that he saw on the street. He's twenty-six, buying the Swordfish, his greatest ship. (A.N: How old he was when he bought the Swordfish, I truly don't know.) Another couple years have passed, and he is chasing down one of his greatest opponents who is illegally selling bottles of red stuff.
And he sees now, but not what he thought he'd see. Faye.
The one who had caused him so much trouble and cost him so much money. Why had he bee thinking of her, of all people. He couldn't give up, not now.
After hearing nothing at all, he heard faint voices, all of which sounded like they were surrounding him.
"Doctor, Doctor! He's waking up he's waking up!"
No, he couldn't die. Not after waking up. That would make dieing impossible, wouldn't it?
Yes, I think it would.
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Well, there's the second chapter for ya. I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry the chapters are so short. I'll hopefully be back with chapter 3 soon and I'm writing an InuYasha story. Good deal, eh? Also, I would like to thank Erin, for finding a mistake I made, so I edited this chapter. See ya.
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Red. What a color. It was everywhere. Shades of red background, and all over the place. But one particular place Vicious saw red was at the top of his eyes, slowly going down, a deep blood red in color.
It looked real enough to be blood.
Could it be his own?
Muffled sound of people could be heard.
"Somebody get in here! This man needs a doctor!"
Who were they? They seemed so far away. What was he doing here? A flash of a scene played in his mind, of two men....they were fighting.
Did this happen to him? Was he losing?
The man that appeared to be him fell to the ground, bloody and wounded, his sword still clutched in his fist. Then a sentence, not more than four words, could be heard in his mind:
Game over, you lose.
He heard it, and he knew it was so.
~ * ~
Faye looked at the round clock on the wall (It too was chrome). It read 2:18 am.
She rotated her body on the uncomfortable chrome bench.
"Grr....." She shot up in her seat and glared at Jet who was trying to lounge on the chrome chair. "How is anyone supposed to sleep in this place?!"
Jet opened his eyes. "Well, be thankful it isn't the floor."
"Well, I'd rather sleep on the floor than on this excuse of a bench!"
"Oh, stop your bitching. It could be worse." Jet said, crossing his arms.
Evidently, the nurse at the desk overheard their conversation and walked over.
"Excuse me ma'am. We have cots for non-patients who have to stay over night."
Jet chuckled and muttered under his breath, "It just got worse."
~ * ~
Vicious didn't know where he was. All he knew was that he was on something with wheels. It was wheeling him into someplace and as he opened his eyes, he felt an excruciating pain and saw he was drenched in a crimson liquid. He saw it because she white sheet on top of him was drenched in it, too. He watched as his own blood dripped onto the floor. The last thing he could remember before blacking put were two people who appeared to be sleeping on the floor and the sound of glass shattering. It seemed that even God couldn't tell where he was at this point.
~ * ~
When Faye woke the next morning some four hours later, she noticed some things that were a bit out of place. The nurse wasn't at her desk, a broken picture frame (who Faye assumed belonged to the nurse) lay on the floor, and drops of blood were splattered all over the floor. Faye blinked, and turned over to wake up Jet.
"Jet....Jet...wake up," she whispered. When this didn't work, she took it to the next level. "JET!!! WAKE UP YOU STUPID MORON!!!"
Jet jumped up in his cot and glared at Faye. "What?!"
"Look," she said pointing to the floor.
"Huh?" He looked up and down the aisle at the drops of blood trailing the floor. "It's a hospital Faye. You're gonna see blood every now and then."
Just after he said that, the nurse working the night shift came through the double doors. After taking off her paper mask, she said:
"I hope this doesn't bother you folks. An ER patient came a little after you went to bed. The janitors don't arrive till 7...."
"It's alright we're used to it."
If you catch their drift.
~ * ~
Naturally, if you were in Spike's situation, you would be in great pain. In such pain you've never felt before. In such pain, you think you're gonna die.
Spike felt this way. His life flashed before his eyes.
He's four years old, coloring meaningless pictures of lines and scribbles that would make any adult smile. He's sixteen, winking at a pretty girl that he saw on the street. He's twenty-six, buying the Swordfish, his greatest ship. (A.N: How old he was when he bought the Swordfish, I truly don't know.) Another couple years have passed, and he is chasing down one of his greatest opponents who is illegally selling bottles of red stuff.
And he sees now, but not what he thought he'd see. Faye.
The one who had caused him so much trouble and cost him so much money. Why had he bee thinking of her, of all people. He couldn't give up, not now.
After hearing nothing at all, he heard faint voices, all of which sounded like they were surrounding him.
"Doctor, Doctor! He's waking up he's waking up!"
No, he couldn't die. Not after waking up. That would make dieing impossible, wouldn't it?
Yes, I think it would.
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Well, there's the second chapter for ya. I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry the chapters are so short. I'll hopefully be back with chapter 3 soon and I'm writing an InuYasha story. Good deal, eh? Also, I would like to thank Erin, for finding a mistake I made, so I edited this chapter. See ya.