Ch. 4 "Tired"
"Who the hell are you two?" The guard asked. Vicious took out his pistol
and aimed it to the guard's forehead.
"Your death." Vicious fired the pistol and the guard fell lifelessly to the ground in a pool of his own blood. Spike sighed. Vicious stepped over the guard's body and entered the warehouse. It was cold and damp inside, a few ceiling lights hung from above, flickering on and off. The warehouse was full of stacked crates some opened, and some closed. Spike looked around.
"So, where are the papers?" He asked Vicious.
"Their boss has them." Vicious said while scanning the warehouse.
"Where would he be?"
"Around." Spike heard footsteps from behind him and whirled around, aiming his pistols in the general direction of the footsteps. The guard stood with his back to them, completely unaware of their presence. Spike hesitated, then closed his eyes and fired. The silencer muffled the shot, but that did not stop the guard from screaming at the sight of his own blood. Vicious silently swore at Spike's incompetence, and then fired four more shots into the guard. Spike opened his eyes to see the guard on his knee's looking at his reflection in the pool of blood that surrounded him, then the fell to the ground, dead.
"What the hell was that?" A man asked.
"Go check it out. Get your gun out." Another ordered. Vicious signaled for Spike to follow him. Spike did, and together they crept among the seemingly endless rows of crates. Behind them the heard some shouts.
"The element of surprise has been taken from us." Vicious said coldly. Spike nodded.
"Do you even know were we are going, Vicious?"
"Yes." Vicious said, eyes narrowing. Suddenly a bullet whizzed past Spike's head. Both Spike and Vicious hit the ground.
"Spike you go left and I'll go right. We'll close in on him from both sides." Vicious said, his eyes sparkling with eagerness. Spike nodded then jumped up and began running to the left, letting loose a spray of bullets towards their unseen foe. Vicious did the same except he headed to the right. Between their foe and themselves stood a row of crates on gigantic shelves, the plan was to simply come at the man from both sides. To do that they would have to go around the row of crates, and close in on the man from either side of whichever row he was hiding in. Simple yet efficient, that was how Vicious did things. Spike jettisoned both clips that he had wasted, and reloaded them with new ones. As he ran, a few more bullets whizzed by him, hitting the crates behind him. Spike finally made it to the end of the row, in one piece. Spike cautiously checked the next row for any signs of their foe. Nothing. Spike sighed and turned around finding himself face to face with the barrel of a rifle.
"Damn." Spike said, sighing. The man who was holding the gun smiled.
"Game over." He said. Spike closed his eyes and waited for his death to come. A shot rang out, and Spike felt a warm substance splash across his face and his chest. Am I dead? Spike asked himself mentally. Spike opened his eyes to find himself staring into Vicious's cold ones.
"I said to at least try to stay alive." Vicious said, smiling.
"Couldn't help it." Spike said, still a little shaken.
"That was our man. It's only a matter of minutes before his friends show up." Vicious said kicking the bloody corpse of the guard. Spike put his hand to his own face then looked at it. It was covered in blood.
"I must look like some sort of demon." Spike said solemnly. Vicious nodded.
"Heh...angels who fall from heaven become demons..." Vicious said as he walked off. Spike stood there for a moment and thought to himself...
I'm tired of this. The blood. The fear. The death.
"Spike. Come on." Vicious said, annoyed. Spike looked at the lifeless body that lay on the ground before him. Hundreds of images flashed through his mind; images of dead bodies, killed by either himself, or Vicious. Spike felt something wet stream down his right cheek. A tear? Spike asked himself mentally. What the hell is wrong with me? Vicious stopped, at least thirty feet away.
"Spike." Vicious said, his back facing Spike.
"What?"
"We're surrounded." Vicious said, with disbelief. Spike looked around, but saw nothing.
"No we're not." Spike said, his heart beating faster. Shadowy figures emerged from behind spike, blocking his exit. More shadowy figures appeared in front of Vicious, blocking his exit as well. The figures aimed their rifles towards Spike and Vicious. One of them laughed and said, "Yeah, you are." Spike took a few steps backwards and found himself back to back with Vicious, both of them aiming their pistols towards the figures. "You ready to die Spike?" Vicious asked. Spike closed his eyes for a moment then smiled.
"Are they?" Spiked asked. The figures opened fire and Spike and Vicious jumped out of the way, firing as well. Time seemed to slow down as a spray of bullets launched themselves at Spike. He felt a bullet tear through his right shoulder, and his left leg. He hit the ground hard giving him a bad gash on his knee. He heard Vicious hit the ground with a loud smacking sound. Spike jettisoned his clip and replaced it with a new one in a matter of seconds. He aimed his guns at the figures only to see that they were all on the ground, either dead, or in the process of dying. Blood was everywhere. Spike whirled around to face the other group of enemies. They too, were on the ground, dead or dying. Spike heard Vicious laugh.
"They shot themselves." Vicious said. Spike watched Vicious lean over one of the dying men. Vicious aimed his pistol to the man's forehead.
"Tell me where your boss is." Vicious said, his eyes emotionless. The man opened his mouth but no sound came out. Vicious grinned viciously, and then pulled the trigger. Spike had never seen Vicious act like this...never. Vicious stood up and went to the next unfortunate soul that happened to be alive.
"Tell me." Vicious ordered.
"You just k-killed him." The man managed to say, his face contorted with pain. Vicious grabbed the man by his collar then threw him to the ground. The man screamed out in pain.
"Spike. Kill the rest of them." Vicious ordered as he searched through the corpse of the first man.
"Vicious, they're going to die anyway. There's no sense in killing people who will die on their own." Spike said, trembling slightly. Vicious got up and faced Spike, his cold gray eyes sparkling with some unspoken emotion...nevertheless there was emotion there.
"You would rather them suffer? End their pitiful existence quickly." Vicious said with finality. Vicious continued searching the body for the papers. He retrieved them, and then stuffed them into his trench coat. He glared at Spike.
"Let them live then." Vicious growled. He turned his back on Spike and walked towards the entrance of the warehouse. Spike sighed and followed Vicious. Suddenly Vicious spun around and fired his pistols at Spike, the shots whizzed past him, and a third shot was fired into the air, not by Vicious, but by one of the fallen men. Vicious's shots must have struck the dying man before the man was able to fire at Spike's back, therefore rendering the mans shot useless. Vicious sneered then continued walking. Spike looked back at the bloody scene then slowly followed Vicious. Spike sighed.
I don't know how much more of this I can take...alone.
"Your death." Vicious fired the pistol and the guard fell lifelessly to the ground in a pool of his own blood. Spike sighed. Vicious stepped over the guard's body and entered the warehouse. It was cold and damp inside, a few ceiling lights hung from above, flickering on and off. The warehouse was full of stacked crates some opened, and some closed. Spike looked around.
"So, where are the papers?" He asked Vicious.
"Their boss has them." Vicious said while scanning the warehouse.
"Where would he be?"
"Around." Spike heard footsteps from behind him and whirled around, aiming his pistols in the general direction of the footsteps. The guard stood with his back to them, completely unaware of their presence. Spike hesitated, then closed his eyes and fired. The silencer muffled the shot, but that did not stop the guard from screaming at the sight of his own blood. Vicious silently swore at Spike's incompetence, and then fired four more shots into the guard. Spike opened his eyes to see the guard on his knee's looking at his reflection in the pool of blood that surrounded him, then the fell to the ground, dead.
"What the hell was that?" A man asked.
"Go check it out. Get your gun out." Another ordered. Vicious signaled for Spike to follow him. Spike did, and together they crept among the seemingly endless rows of crates. Behind them the heard some shouts.
"The element of surprise has been taken from us." Vicious said coldly. Spike nodded.
"Do you even know were we are going, Vicious?"
"Yes." Vicious said, eyes narrowing. Suddenly a bullet whizzed past Spike's head. Both Spike and Vicious hit the ground.
"Spike you go left and I'll go right. We'll close in on him from both sides." Vicious said, his eyes sparkling with eagerness. Spike nodded then jumped up and began running to the left, letting loose a spray of bullets towards their unseen foe. Vicious did the same except he headed to the right. Between their foe and themselves stood a row of crates on gigantic shelves, the plan was to simply come at the man from both sides. To do that they would have to go around the row of crates, and close in on the man from either side of whichever row he was hiding in. Simple yet efficient, that was how Vicious did things. Spike jettisoned both clips that he had wasted, and reloaded them with new ones. As he ran, a few more bullets whizzed by him, hitting the crates behind him. Spike finally made it to the end of the row, in one piece. Spike cautiously checked the next row for any signs of their foe. Nothing. Spike sighed and turned around finding himself face to face with the barrel of a rifle.
"Damn." Spike said, sighing. The man who was holding the gun smiled.
"Game over." He said. Spike closed his eyes and waited for his death to come. A shot rang out, and Spike felt a warm substance splash across his face and his chest. Am I dead? Spike asked himself mentally. Spike opened his eyes to find himself staring into Vicious's cold ones.
"I said to at least try to stay alive." Vicious said, smiling.
"Couldn't help it." Spike said, still a little shaken.
"That was our man. It's only a matter of minutes before his friends show up." Vicious said kicking the bloody corpse of the guard. Spike put his hand to his own face then looked at it. It was covered in blood.
"I must look like some sort of demon." Spike said solemnly. Vicious nodded.
"Heh...angels who fall from heaven become demons..." Vicious said as he walked off. Spike stood there for a moment and thought to himself...
I'm tired of this. The blood. The fear. The death.
"Spike. Come on." Vicious said, annoyed. Spike looked at the lifeless body that lay on the ground before him. Hundreds of images flashed through his mind; images of dead bodies, killed by either himself, or Vicious. Spike felt something wet stream down his right cheek. A tear? Spike asked himself mentally. What the hell is wrong with me? Vicious stopped, at least thirty feet away.
"Spike." Vicious said, his back facing Spike.
"What?"
"We're surrounded." Vicious said, with disbelief. Spike looked around, but saw nothing.
"No we're not." Spike said, his heart beating faster. Shadowy figures emerged from behind spike, blocking his exit. More shadowy figures appeared in front of Vicious, blocking his exit as well. The figures aimed their rifles towards Spike and Vicious. One of them laughed and said, "Yeah, you are." Spike took a few steps backwards and found himself back to back with Vicious, both of them aiming their pistols towards the figures. "You ready to die Spike?" Vicious asked. Spike closed his eyes for a moment then smiled.
"Are they?" Spiked asked. The figures opened fire and Spike and Vicious jumped out of the way, firing as well. Time seemed to slow down as a spray of bullets launched themselves at Spike. He felt a bullet tear through his right shoulder, and his left leg. He hit the ground hard giving him a bad gash on his knee. He heard Vicious hit the ground with a loud smacking sound. Spike jettisoned his clip and replaced it with a new one in a matter of seconds. He aimed his guns at the figures only to see that they were all on the ground, either dead, or in the process of dying. Blood was everywhere. Spike whirled around to face the other group of enemies. They too, were on the ground, dead or dying. Spike heard Vicious laugh.
"They shot themselves." Vicious said. Spike watched Vicious lean over one of the dying men. Vicious aimed his pistol to the man's forehead.
"Tell me where your boss is." Vicious said, his eyes emotionless. The man opened his mouth but no sound came out. Vicious grinned viciously, and then pulled the trigger. Spike had never seen Vicious act like this...never. Vicious stood up and went to the next unfortunate soul that happened to be alive.
"Tell me." Vicious ordered.
"You just k-killed him." The man managed to say, his face contorted with pain. Vicious grabbed the man by his collar then threw him to the ground. The man screamed out in pain.
"Spike. Kill the rest of them." Vicious ordered as he searched through the corpse of the first man.
"Vicious, they're going to die anyway. There's no sense in killing people who will die on their own." Spike said, trembling slightly. Vicious got up and faced Spike, his cold gray eyes sparkling with some unspoken emotion...nevertheless there was emotion there.
"You would rather them suffer? End their pitiful existence quickly." Vicious said with finality. Vicious continued searching the body for the papers. He retrieved them, and then stuffed them into his trench coat. He glared at Spike.
"Let them live then." Vicious growled. He turned his back on Spike and walked towards the entrance of the warehouse. Spike sighed and followed Vicious. Suddenly Vicious spun around and fired his pistols at Spike, the shots whizzed past him, and a third shot was fired into the air, not by Vicious, but by one of the fallen men. Vicious's shots must have struck the dying man before the man was able to fire at Spike's back, therefore rendering the mans shot useless. Vicious sneered then continued walking. Spike looked back at the bloody scene then slowly followed Vicious. Spike sighed.
I don't know how much more of this I can take...alone.