Session 6: Sunlit Sonata.
That night Spike called Emily and told her where Russe was. She was coming over tomorrow.
"Let me come and pick you up." "No, thanks. Its okay, I can handle by myself." "But." "Spike, I'll be okay." "You're sure?" "Yes, I'll be there sometime in the Afternoon."
Spike was worried about Emily. He knew she was strong, but he didn't want Russe to lose her. Even the strongest could fall pray to the syndicates; it had happened to him after all. Spike. Maybe he should go pick her up in the Swordfish. Did she even have a ship? Was she going to walk over here? Spike? Maybe she would get a cab. But what if she had no money? What if the cab driver turned out to be a bounty hunter who recognized her? Spike! Spike turned around with a start because someone was pinching his arm extremely hard. It was Emily.
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Spike first took Emily to see Russe, and then showed her around the ship. They were going to leaving soon. The sunset glared with such ferocity that they had to put their hands over their eyes as the stood smoking on the deck. Spike just kept looking straight out at the reflection on the lake they were parked on, until he noticed Emily staring straight at him.
"Yes?" "Your eyes are different colors, just like Russe. Is there something about tall skinny men and their eyes? Or does it have to do with stubborn fools who do too much? "Just plain old genes, nothing symbolic behind it" " You seem like a pretty thoughtful guy Spike." "Am I? I try not to think. It makes doing things a lot harder." "It's hard, to think that you've stopped life from living. Its like, I am solely responsible for this person never getting a chance to live their life. I mean, say I killed you. Well you wouldn't be very happy about it now would you?" "I could ask for nothing more to be killed by you" Spike mumbled under his breath. "What's that?" "Nothing" "Seriously though, I remember the first time I killed someone. I thought it would seem like either a second or an eternity. It turned out to be somewhere in the middle, which disappointed me. Did you ever feel weird about your first kill" "Other than the fact that my first hit was a complete mess, not really. I didn't think it was necessary. It's nothing to get overly upset about." "Those moments scare me though; the ones where I feel the rush, the guilt, the power. So many emotions flow through me at those times. Like I have all the power in the world, but I'm sad for the man that died. He'll never get to feel these things that I am." "I live for those moments" "Which?" "I have no idea" "Oh Spike, you always say such great things." "I'm not as great as you might think." "I'm serious, you should write a book." "My thoughts go by too fast to record. That's why this is a sentence and not a novel." "See, there you go again. How come I can't think of anything good like that? "You can't just think of it. I mean. It comes out of the blue. Pierces you like an arrow through your heart." Emily shook her head as the sun went down and everything turned darker. "That's better. Light is distracting, I like darkness much better, and it helps me to think." "I don't try to think." "Then I bet you like to dream." Just then Jet cam out telling them to get inside because they were taking off; Emily followed him but Spike stayed behind.
Not all dreams are pleasant ones.
That night Spike called Emily and told her where Russe was. She was coming over tomorrow.
"Let me come and pick you up." "No, thanks. Its okay, I can handle by myself." "But." "Spike, I'll be okay." "You're sure?" "Yes, I'll be there sometime in the Afternoon."
Spike was worried about Emily. He knew she was strong, but he didn't want Russe to lose her. Even the strongest could fall pray to the syndicates; it had happened to him after all. Spike. Maybe he should go pick her up in the Swordfish. Did she even have a ship? Was she going to walk over here? Spike? Maybe she would get a cab. But what if she had no money? What if the cab driver turned out to be a bounty hunter who recognized her? Spike! Spike turned around with a start because someone was pinching his arm extremely hard. It was Emily.
ยทยทยท
Spike first took Emily to see Russe, and then showed her around the ship. They were going to leaving soon. The sunset glared with such ferocity that they had to put their hands over their eyes as the stood smoking on the deck. Spike just kept looking straight out at the reflection on the lake they were parked on, until he noticed Emily staring straight at him.
"Yes?" "Your eyes are different colors, just like Russe. Is there something about tall skinny men and their eyes? Or does it have to do with stubborn fools who do too much? "Just plain old genes, nothing symbolic behind it" " You seem like a pretty thoughtful guy Spike." "Am I? I try not to think. It makes doing things a lot harder." "It's hard, to think that you've stopped life from living. Its like, I am solely responsible for this person never getting a chance to live their life. I mean, say I killed you. Well you wouldn't be very happy about it now would you?" "I could ask for nothing more to be killed by you" Spike mumbled under his breath. "What's that?" "Nothing" "Seriously though, I remember the first time I killed someone. I thought it would seem like either a second or an eternity. It turned out to be somewhere in the middle, which disappointed me. Did you ever feel weird about your first kill" "Other than the fact that my first hit was a complete mess, not really. I didn't think it was necessary. It's nothing to get overly upset about." "Those moments scare me though; the ones where I feel the rush, the guilt, the power. So many emotions flow through me at those times. Like I have all the power in the world, but I'm sad for the man that died. He'll never get to feel these things that I am." "I live for those moments" "Which?" "I have no idea" "Oh Spike, you always say such great things." "I'm not as great as you might think." "I'm serious, you should write a book." "My thoughts go by too fast to record. That's why this is a sentence and not a novel." "See, there you go again. How come I can't think of anything good like that? "You can't just think of it. I mean. It comes out of the blue. Pierces you like an arrow through your heart." Emily shook her head as the sun went down and everything turned darker. "That's better. Light is distracting, I like darkness much better, and it helps me to think." "I don't try to think." "Then I bet you like to dream." Just then Jet cam out telling them to get inside because they were taking off; Emily followed him but Spike stayed behind.
Not all dreams are pleasant ones.