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Operation: Reversal

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I storm back into the living room, infuriated at the words that flew from her sharp mouth. She doesn't know anything; she has only met me once before how dare she say those things about me…to my face especially. I, Vicious, should not even worry myself over such people, or what they say. People are worthless, they don't even have the decency to plan what they are going to say...idiots. I have had to put up with them long enough. Everyone I have known is a bastard. Especially her, Spike, and most of all Julia.


Why is she stuck in my head?


I slip back into my filthy bathroom and open the shattered medicine cabinet for tape and my pills. I wrapped my fist in tape so the blood dripping from my throbbing knuckles will be absorbed. I inwardly wince as the tape is wound tightly. I cant even feel pain correctly anymore, its just like a tingling shock. The blood, it is all an illusion I bet. I grit my teeth as I look at my hopeless shell of a gray reflection in the mirror; there is nothing to believe in…nothing.


I take my bottle of sleeping pills, due to my 'convenient' insomnia I have to take two to fall asleep. This particular brand makes it almost impossible to arise in the middle of the night, even if a damn hurricane was upon your door. I am still trying to figure out how I managed to wake up when I did…hmph. I don't care anymore, I hope I never did. This is getting out of hand, what she said is making something in me die, something I didn't even know was alive to begin with. Soon, very soon, I'll be dead, but not until my katana's thrist is quenched, then I will be able to die. I wait for reapers sickle, I live for death.


I dump about twelve sleeping pills into my hand and put my cup under the flowing water, I put all of them in my mouth and swallow. If I cant have a drink then this is the next best thing…hopefully she will be less irritating when I wake up. I turn on a grace equivalent to a demon's with too much whiskey in its system headed to the couch where I am currently making my sleeping area. I fall down onto its worn, fabric surface and instead of falling into a deep sleep, everything spins and drifts around me, my stomach twisted into large knots. Although, it is not as bad as a burning red baseball bat being swung full force at your rib cage as you are protecting your mother from your psychotic step brother…god why am I thinking of this now? This is getting too complicated; I am not liking what is happening to me in the least. I scowl as I try to pull my weighted self off of the musty couch.

I soon find this very hard to accomplish, my body feels like a damn sheet of steel and my joints are frozen, not to mention I can no longer open my eyes to see, everything spins too much. Goddamn, I knew this would happen, but I am not letting some stupid pill stop me from getting off this couch. I soon find my cold eyes glass over the slightest bit as my muscles turn to mush. I crash to the concrete floor next to the couch in a very ungraceful manner.


I despise this…I should have died back there, it was supposed to be the last fight, it was supposed to be the Goddamned end, if only his bullet had not gone in the one place in my head where it would not have killed me. I look up at the kitchen window to see the stars hang there like small shards of glass cutting into the open wounds of the arrogant night. I hate the stars. What a dishonorable and foolish way to die, unintentional suicide…or was it intentional, it doesn't fucking matter? I am already the walking dead by even living through the fight. The fight I was supposed to die in with him. I am born to die fighting, that is what I was born for, to fight, to have honor, and to die. I am not supposed to be 'nice', make 'nice' friends or to have 'nice' relationships or to even have a damn pet. All of those I just mentioned nearly drove me to insanity: friends, love, happiness, not for me. Happiness is just a fucking dream, I will never find it, no one will, happiness is damn unattainable. All people do is make you wish you are dead, I wish I'm dead. After I atone my sin and find the fucking pissant who killed my father and kill the son of a bitch, then I will die. I will die the death I was born to live.


I reluctantly let the drug claim my eyesight as I close my eyes heavily and descend into trance, dark unconsciousness. Devoid of everything... but two glittering green specs.


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I wake up the next morning to see the cold rays of the sun glance through my window into my hiding emerald eyes. I really don't want to get up, but I really have to use the bathroom, and take a shower. I don't care how disgusting the shower is or if Vicious is still in the apartment. God I did piss him off, he was mad at what I said. Perhaps I did cross a thin line. Well, I guess I should make it up to him, I'll get us some coffee; however, I doubt he has a coffee maker considering that he doesn't even have a clock. I look around the room, illuminated with the deceiving rays of Callisto sun. I swing my long satin legs over to the side of the bed and place my feet down onto the unpleasing coldness of the concrete floor.


My injuries are nothing too serious anymore, I am Faye Valentine of course and I can survive a mere flesh wound. I bet my mascara is smeared…Oh well nothing a hot shower wont cure. I stand up on my legs, slightly wobbly from lack of use and walk to the only doorway, besides the closet, out of the room into the kitchen.


That is when I heard the whimpering of that dog. Greaaaaaaat, simply great, the dog is hungry and I bet Vicious, wherever that psychotic icicle is, expects me to feed the damn animal. I look about the rundown kitchen, a small refrigerator with microwave on top, and filthy oven and a stove. The stove and oven looked like they have never been touched by him, but touched by grime anyway. Some cabinets clumsily adorn the walls along with a window that is opposite the doorway into another room, probably the living room. I tiredly open one of the cabinets as I run my slender manicured fingers through my glossy violet hair, and spot a very small bag of dog food. Aw, looks like there is a reason the dog is here, he feeds it! Looks like the serial killer has a soft spot for Dobermans, how funny. I poor some of the kibble into a bowl I found in one of the cabinets. I am proud of myself, for the first time being around a dog I have successfully fed it. Now all I need is the dog.


"Dog, hello come and eat I got your foo—" I stopped myself mid-sentence as I heard the dog bark sharply in the living room, I glanced over my shoulder to see the dog nuzzling Vicious' face-down, motionless body on the stone cold floor of the apartment.


"Oh God Vicious…" I practically sprinted over to him, too worried to feel foolish. I flipped him over so that his head was in my lap and the rest of his limp, shirtless body was spread out beside me. What in the hell happened, he isn't shot, there is no wound.


The dog looked at me accusingly. I hadn't done this…he probably just fell and bumped his head or something. I checked his pulse just to be sure. My fingers took his thin, yet strong wrist and held it. I was beyond shocked, and mentally started freaking out because his pulse was very weak. I looked at his face, for the first time I really noticed how handsome he actually is…his chiseled cheek bones, his lightly colored lips, his delicate gray-blue eyes, now closed. Oh why am I thinking of him like this…this is not good, I am not supposed to be noticing things like this about him, he is supposed to scare me and threaten me and kill me and…well be vicious!


"Vicious, can you hear me? Vicious c'mon now wake up." I bite my lower lip as I realize his pulse is slowly getting fainter and fainter. The dog beside me whimpers and paws at her ravaged ear, then unexpected bolts into another room, only I am too preoccupied to take notice of the dog. I shake his broad shoulders slowly, then rapidly. What happened? He had no injuries, except for his hand…but that couldn't have caused this could it have?


"WAKE UP DAMMIT!" I yell as I find my eyes softening, I lay him down and look around for anything that might awaken him. My feet subconsciously take me to the bathroom where the dog is sitting growling at a bottle on the sink. I picked it up and read over its label.


"The idiot he over-dosed on sleeping pills. These are heavy duty ones too, for serious insomnia patients. What an idiot could he not read the freakin' recommended dose?" Then it hit me…did Vicious attempt to commit suicide? Why? I felt my heart sink like a stone thrown in a calm lake, the ripples ravage my mind. Did I-I make him do that?


Probably not, I think I am giving myself too much credit…but. If it wasn't for me in the first place I bet he wouldn't have taken so many. I try to recollect all the things I said as I run my fingers though my hair anxiously. Wait just a damn minute… he didn't come sooner to kill the intruder because of the sleeping pills. It's a damn miracle he even woke up at all. I have had my fair share of sleeping pills and I know that when you take one; you are out for a good eight hours.


Great, now I feel guilty for yelling at him…


This is so not what I need right now, a hungry, angry dog, an unconscious killer on the floor after a suicide attempt and there is nothing I can freaking do about it!...That is right, everything is out of my control, there is no magical cure to help Vicious, I cant even bandage him up like I used to do to Spike. I soon found my stomach was doing double-dutch with my poor excuse for a heart. Gods, why does this always have to happen, why cant people just…stay alive around me? My body solemnly moved from the bathroom to the living room where Vicious still laid, unmoved, breathing so lightly it wasn't funny. I so secretly prayed that when I emerged from the bathroom that he would be up and fuming over something or another. He is a fallen dead angel, and I cant do anything to make him alive. Not that I would want to anyway, he is just Vicious....right?


Well I might as well try...

I intelligently decided that I should move him on the couch since it is so cold on the floor. I put my arms around his smooth chest and began to pull him on the couch. Now if you think that is an easy job, you are so wrong, this guy looks a lot lighter than he is. It took me like thirty, ok like three, minutes to get him up there, and I was sweating…gah shower …need shower. I looked at him before I made my way to the bathroom. His bangs were askew, on the sides of his face rather than covering his forehead and I noticed a very disturbing scar, a fading bullet hole scar, actually kinda big and circular on the right side of his scull. This scar, as I soon noticed looked like a bunch the ones on his chest too. I nearly gasped, those were from the Jericho, those were from Spike's gun.


Spike shot to kill alright…


Spike was close to killing Vicious it never really hit me till now that Spike was capable of such acts— my thoughts were cut off by a beeping from my back pocket… My communicator, it's still there I have totally forgotten. I am an idiot. I hastily pulled it from the back pocket of my jeans and pressed the button, I needed to talk to someone…really.


"Faye where in the hell have you been? You have been gone for days! What have you been doing?" Jet looks really annoyed, I probably made his day worse by not having some complete stranger pick up the communicator and saying he got if from the body of a dead woman who had been shot by the Red Dragon Syndicate. I almost chuckle at the look on Jet's face if that actually happened; he'd probably say something like 'good riddance' and be on his merry way.


"Um no time to explain now, I'm…well.." I wanted to tell him about how I found vicious, got shot, got shot in the shoulder again after Vicious took me to his apartment only before he attempted suicide. But something inside of me did not think that was too hot of an idea.


"You look like shit, did you find any leads on Vicious yet?" I was about to blast him of how he looked worse than I did, I mean, he looks like he hasn't slept in days. Then it hit me, this is the perfect time to turn in Vicious. I mean, he is unconscious, no fight, and he will probably stay that way till we reach prison….Nah. I want a challenge, I want this to be at least fun, I'll wait till the icicle wakes up then he'll be in Jet's and my hands ready to put on his yellow jumpsuit. I hope he doesn't drop the soap! My humor wasn't as funny as I hoped it would be.


"Um…well some I am getting close, expect me to radio in soon." I give him my little coy smile but before I could hang up (AN-or whatever you do when you stop having a convo on the communicator) he laughed his deep, irritating laugh


"Your mascara is smeared." Grrrr I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!!!


"Do everyone a favor and shut up!" I hung up grumpily as I stomped off into the small bathroom with the shattered medicine cabinet and opened the shower curtain. To my surprise there was soap… and an old bottle of shampoo. Yay! I felt happy for the first time in weeks. I shed my clothing and turned on the shower. I love apartment buildings; there is always hot water when desired! I felt like I was melting away into a steamy bliss. I put some shampoo in my hands and worked it through my thirsty violet locks as I began to hum a little tune. I really don't know what the name of it is…but it is an old one from my childhood that I like.


-If I go crazy then would you still call me super man?-


-If I'm alive then would you be there holding my hand?-


-I'll keep you by my side with my superhuman mind.-


-Kryptonite...-


As I washed the thick lather from my now silken hair; I somehow feel…less happy, but nonetheless satisfied with this shower. I have hot water, shampoo and soap, besides conditioner and a little body splash what is missing? Automatically my brain shifts to the unconscious person on the couch…I wont think his name, I wont. I quickly scrub my body without touching the part of my skin that is gauzed, in my huff I had forgotten to remove, and turn off the shower. I sigh ever so lightly as I step out and wrap a towel around my wet frame. I put on my undergarments and jeans when I heard a small thump coming from outside the bathroom and a sharp bark from my guard dog.


That could mean two things, one: Vicious is awake or two, Vicious little 'fan club' is back begging for his 'signature' with their machine guns.


Oh god I hope it is Vicious…I don't even know where my gun is.



-do you call it solitude-



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Hey hey how do you like this chapter..it's about quarter till one am and I am writing R2Rs, well I hoped you like this chapter...when I look back and read it, it doesnt make much sense but neither do I so oh well. *^^*


*1st lyrics in italics are three doors down 'Kryptonite'*


My other fic War of Roses is done, so updating will be quicker *^^*


well onto responses!



Well here they are... if you reviewed more than once you get a gold star...*drumroll* Sanima, Pimpin satan, Insomni-maniac...and thats it if I left you out give me a holla! XD


Anonymous:I hope I wont disappoint you, VF are kinda hard to write...vicious is hard to write but I'll try go Vfers.....and of corse SxFers too!


FayesEmeraldEyes: yaya another VF writer! Oh I am excited, I am glad ppl are breaking away from the mainstream, not that SxF is bad, heck I wrote like two...and well my first one I don't think I will be posting anymore chapters on that one... Thanx!


Nyxie-Hell: well I'm trying on the techinical stuff, although I am not going to have that much detail cuz, well, Like I said before I think Vicious has a lot more on his mind than how messy his bathroom is or how the light from the sun is pouring in from the window...as for Faye there will be more detail, but the same, she is faye and I think she could care less too *^^*


Sanima tina: I know at first I was like vicious faye..ew but now hey I am writing one, go figure. My fav characters are Spike and Vicious really.... and they should have focused on him a little more, I mean for a 'villain' he had like four episodes? I don't know the actual number but its pretty low. *pickets * I demand more vicious! XD


samina -:I can only assume that sanima and samina tina are the same person so just look at the review response up there...*is too tired to type another* sorry!


Candace: Don't worry I will continue *salutes and walks towards my little inspiration corner complete with pencil sharpener....yay!


Insomni-maniac: You reviewed my story like ten thousand times...you are coolies in my book! **^^** And I do not mind being tackled to the ground if it is out of love for my 'coolness' or vicious being a 100% stud muffin....you make me laugh a lot! Your reviews are definately not uneventful, and I am glad that you think my story is the 'shit' Well I certainly hope I fulfill your expectations of him being IC!


Pimpin Satan: O.O you are reading a VF story *looks out window to see if pigs fly* no im kiddin, *^^* I am super glad that you like it so far, I think that is high praise coming from a strict SxF reviewer. *bows to almightyness* XP I also love how you think that he had to be humane to be friends with Spike. You are awesome...seriously.


Harley: Um...I think you are mistaken my friend, Spike did not shoot Julia, a random syndicate member hired by Vicious did. If I recall I don't think Spike was even facing Julia when she was shot in the back....but I have (unfortunately) only seen that episode twice, so if in fact I am mistaken someone correct me. And Faye does think he killed julia becuase it is her Point of View....ya know...like the whole star wars thingy...NM


Janeth Rhian: Um, in my story gren is dead...so if you are looking for a Gren/Faye fic..sorry but this isnt the right one, but I am glad you like it!!!!*^^*


Bengali: Hm where did I get this Idea...I think I was a video game...dynasty warriors4...I don't know and all of the sudden it popped in my head, actually part II did first, then I decided to put a part I. My mind is a labyrinth of insanity...don't ask me *^^* and please keep reading


Chelsea: what am I going to do with you? Crazy girl.... I've got a brand new donut you've got a brand new magical collapsible kaleidoscope! Man, I think you made my day, read any other of my fics you want and you have to at least watch a few episodes of CB...I mean it kicks ass....go Spike go Vicious, Go Jets bonsai....hehehe you get my point. I will call you soon kay? ~ 'Jose'-L.O.H



Well thanx for reviewing, and most importantly reading! Please continue...as for now I am going to bed I am tired ZZZZzzzzzzz..........

~your ff buddy L.O.H.