Ch.8 "Miserable Dreamer"
Spike awoke to the sound of light knocking on his door. He opened his eyes slowly; the world seemed like a big colorful blur. The knocking continued. Spike stood up, and then fell down; he was overcome with a wave of vertigo. The knocking grew louder.
"Hold on." Spike called. There was no reply. He tried to stand once more. He succeeded. It was a small victory, but a victory nevertheless. Spike trudged to the door, limping somewhat. He unlocked the first and second latch then opened the door slowly. It was Julia.
"Vicious sent me to make sure you're ok." She explained. Spike raised his eyebrow.
"He did?"
"Yes." Julia said, smiling. Indeed she was beautiful, when she wasn't lying. Spike thought to himself.
"Vicious wouldn't do something that considerate." Spike said. Julia's posture shifted.
"Fine. I wanted to make sure you were ok." She said. Spike to a step back and gestured for her to come in. Julia smiled nervously.
"You're not dying are you?" Julia asked.
"Maybe." Spike said, smiling slightly. Julia's smile transitioned from nervous to natural. Spike was beginning to like that smile...
"You don't want to come in?" Spike asked. Julia shook her head.
"No, but thank you for the invitation." She said sweetly. Spike shrugged.
"Don't mention it...especially not to Vicious." They both laughed. Julia brushed her long golden hair out of her eyes, and Spike ran his hand through his hair. There was an awkward moment of silence before one of them spoke, or rather, both of them spoke.
"So...." Both Spike and Julia said simultaneously. They both laughed some more.
"You go first Spike." Julia said.
"So...you and Vicious are..."
"A couple? Yes, we are." Julia said, her smile fading.
"I see."
"Do you see?" She asked.
"Yeah...." Spike sighed, "I do." Julia smiled.
"I'm glad someone does." Julia looked at the ground, sighing.
"Does he love you?" Spike asked. Julia shrugged.
"You know how he is...he never talks about his emotions, or bothers showing them."
"That's Vicious." Spike said, the image of his silvery haired comrade flashing through his mind.
"He's never told me that he loved me...but I'm sure he does." Julia said softly. Spike put his hand on her shoulder, and Julia looked up at him, and smiled slightly. Spike smiled.
"He loves you, Julia." Spike said softly. Julia's slight smile grew bigger.
"Thanks, Spike." Julia turned her back on Spike and left the apartment building without another word. Spike sighed and shut the door.
"Damn you're a lucky guy, Vicious." Spike said as he collapsed on the couch once more. Spike found himself dreaming in a matter of seconds.
A gunshot pierced the tranquil scene before him, and his once peaceful dream was now a bloody horrific nightmare. He found himself back in space, on the Blue Moon Space Colony. Soldiers ran past him, mowing down countless civilians with their heavy machine guns. Spike watched in horror as the scene of his past replayed itself.
"Kill them all!" One of the soldiers shouted.
"We can't allow any of them to escape, anyone of them could be it!" Another shouted as he slaughtered seven more civilians. Spike watched in horror as dozens more were slaughtered.
"Wake up Spike." Spike told himself, "Wake up." The dream slowly faded away, but not before he saw them: his parents. They were on the ground covered with blood, they had died shielding a child from the horde of bullets fired at them.... that child was Spike.
Spike awoke screaming. He had tried all of his life to forget that horrible day.... he had tried his entire life to forget them.
"Damn." Spike muttered; his body covered with a cold sweat. "I thought I was finally free from my past." Spike put his head in his hands.
"They're dead Spike." He told himself.
"They're dead." He echoed. "And I can't change that." Spike wanted to cry, he wanted to wallow in self-pity, but he couldn't. The tears wouldn't come, nor would the pity. The only thing that God, fate, or man allowed him to have was misery. Spike sighed.
"Cry for me with parched eyes." He muttered to himself. Spike smiled.
"I'm such a poet." His smile flickered then died.
"I'm just watching a bad dream, that I can never wake up from..." Spike said as he closed his eyes once more.
"When will this nightmare end?"
Spike awoke to the sound of light knocking on his door. He opened his eyes slowly; the world seemed like a big colorful blur. The knocking continued. Spike stood up, and then fell down; he was overcome with a wave of vertigo. The knocking grew louder.
"Hold on." Spike called. There was no reply. He tried to stand once more. He succeeded. It was a small victory, but a victory nevertheless. Spike trudged to the door, limping somewhat. He unlocked the first and second latch then opened the door slowly. It was Julia.
"Vicious sent me to make sure you're ok." She explained. Spike raised his eyebrow.
"He did?"
"Yes." Julia said, smiling. Indeed she was beautiful, when she wasn't lying. Spike thought to himself.
"Vicious wouldn't do something that considerate." Spike said. Julia's posture shifted.
"Fine. I wanted to make sure you were ok." She said. Spike to a step back and gestured for her to come in. Julia smiled nervously.
"You're not dying are you?" Julia asked.
"Maybe." Spike said, smiling slightly. Julia's smile transitioned from nervous to natural. Spike was beginning to like that smile...
"You don't want to come in?" Spike asked. Julia shook her head.
"No, but thank you for the invitation." She said sweetly. Spike shrugged.
"Don't mention it...especially not to Vicious." They both laughed. Julia brushed her long golden hair out of her eyes, and Spike ran his hand through his hair. There was an awkward moment of silence before one of them spoke, or rather, both of them spoke.
"So...." Both Spike and Julia said simultaneously. They both laughed some more.
"You go first Spike." Julia said.
"So...you and Vicious are..."
"A couple? Yes, we are." Julia said, her smile fading.
"I see."
"Do you see?" She asked.
"Yeah...." Spike sighed, "I do." Julia smiled.
"I'm glad someone does." Julia looked at the ground, sighing.
"Does he love you?" Spike asked. Julia shrugged.
"You know how he is...he never talks about his emotions, or bothers showing them."
"That's Vicious." Spike said, the image of his silvery haired comrade flashing through his mind.
"He's never told me that he loved me...but I'm sure he does." Julia said softly. Spike put his hand on her shoulder, and Julia looked up at him, and smiled slightly. Spike smiled.
"He loves you, Julia." Spike said softly. Julia's slight smile grew bigger.
"Thanks, Spike." Julia turned her back on Spike and left the apartment building without another word. Spike sighed and shut the door.
"Damn you're a lucky guy, Vicious." Spike said as he collapsed on the couch once more. Spike found himself dreaming in a matter of seconds.
A gunshot pierced the tranquil scene before him, and his once peaceful dream was now a bloody horrific nightmare. He found himself back in space, on the Blue Moon Space Colony. Soldiers ran past him, mowing down countless civilians with their heavy machine guns. Spike watched in horror as the scene of his past replayed itself.
"Kill them all!" One of the soldiers shouted.
"We can't allow any of them to escape, anyone of them could be it!" Another shouted as he slaughtered seven more civilians. Spike watched in horror as dozens more were slaughtered.
"Wake up Spike." Spike told himself, "Wake up." The dream slowly faded away, but not before he saw them: his parents. They were on the ground covered with blood, they had died shielding a child from the horde of bullets fired at them.... that child was Spike.
Spike awoke screaming. He had tried all of his life to forget that horrible day.... he had tried his entire life to forget them.
"Damn." Spike muttered; his body covered with a cold sweat. "I thought I was finally free from my past." Spike put his head in his hands.
"They're dead Spike." He told himself.
"They're dead." He echoed. "And I can't change that." Spike wanted to cry, he wanted to wallow in self-pity, but he couldn't. The tears wouldn't come, nor would the pity. The only thing that God, fate, or man allowed him to have was misery. Spike sighed.
"Cry for me with parched eyes." He muttered to himself. Spike smiled.
"I'm such a poet." His smile flickered then died.
"I'm just watching a bad dream, that I can never wake up from..." Spike said as he closed his eyes once more.
"When will this nightmare end?"