Unification

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Crap what has Vicious gone and done now? My bite my pink lip nervously as I swallow the pain-killers to aide my throbbing headache. I have just arrived at Mars and I already do not like what I see. Smoke, billowing black clouds of acrid smoke is filling the atmosphere around the new Syndicate compound. God…Vicious you have just signed your life over to the Syndicate haven't you?

I floor the Red tail as I speed across the charred horizon. I see to the south end of the Syndicate building is on fire, but the North, East and West sides are mostly ok. The fire seems to be pretty contained. The sky is filled with Syndicate and civilian zip crafts, flying about trying to make heads and tails of the situation.

There isn't much to make sense of, Vicious is going to die, and I have to help him, somehow. I don't really know how I am even going to get into the building without being noticed, hopefully all the chaos will work to my advantage and I can slip in. My soft pink lips tug into a frown as I scan for the best way into the compound. The North entrance, the main entrance, is heavily guarded along with the East.

The West is partially guarded only because the gas tanks that heat the compound are on that side and are near the flames. Vicious, once I find you, you are so dead; my hair is frizzing in this humidity. I set down the Red Tail discreetly and take out my glock. I strap two extra clips onto the belt-loops of my jeans and jump out.

The humidity is very unappealing here. Maybe it's because I am used to the Callisto air, but the air on Mars is very heavy and warm. Maybe I just hate Mars. I begin to run in the direction of the steel and glass West entrance, praying that no one will notice me. I see Syndicate members in total disarray as they check the gas valves, order others into the building, order others out and send in medical staff to retrieve casualties. I duck behind some steel piping and look at the entrance; it is guarded by a guard who is checking for ID.

Think Valentine think…My thoughts are disrupted by a tap on my shoulder.

"Excuse me Miss but where is your ID?" A middle aged man with purple hair and black eyes asks me with a snarl. Well looks like its time to take out this trash.

"My ID? " I slip down and take his feet out from under his clumsy body "My ID…" then I take the butt of my glock and whack him smartly over the head before he can utter 'alarm' "…is right here." I take his ID from his shirt and hastily clasp it onto my tank top. I look around to make sure that no one saw. Luckily the idiot didn't make much noise and I was behind some piping so no one saw. I sprint over to the gray entrance and hide my glock in the back of my jeans, people around me are yelling and swearing. I cant make anything out of it though.

"Hey there sweetcheeks where do you think you are going?" I look up to him with my false frantic look in my emerald eyes. I swallow and begin my class-A acting job.

"Ok mister I have been waiting a half an hour just to get the damn situation overview! Then my superior decides to make me wait an extra ten, just to be sure that I haven't misheard anything! My head hurts like a bitch and I really need to get inside to check on casualty 4 so can I go now?!" I look at my ID briefly and he doesn't notice, the guys name is George White. 'Simply great' I think sarcastically. I smile uneasily…he so didn't buy that.

"Hmph whatever. Watch out though, some crazy bastard is trying to kill everyone or something." I roll my eyes…he isn't trying to kill everyone; I don't think Vicious would come here to go on a murder spree, if he is even capable of one. I sprint into the complex to see a handful of people darting in and out of corridors, some are soldiers and some are the medical crew and some are fire fighters.

"Ok If I were looking for Blade I would go to the top floor…" I race towards the south entrance down the brown carpeted hallway looking frantically for an elevator or a stairwell or something. It feels like I have been running for hours, I feel my lungs burn, but I cant stop, not now. I run across blood stains on the carpet.

Ok I'm close but— someone takes their hands and covers up my mouth from behind. I try to scream as instinct, but nothing comes out. My attacker whips me around and I am face to face with my attacker.

"Faye what in the hell are you doing here?" His slanted teal eyes widen with panic, Shin. His pushed back black hair is disheveled and his skin is pale. He looks scared. I remove his hand from me, He better know where Vicious is.

"I thought of going on vacation…I'm here to rescue Vicious! Where is he?" I narrow my green eyes out of annoyance; I really need to get moving.

"Vicious is pretty much dead Faye. Leave the bastard. Why bother going after someone who doesn't even want to live?" His voice is indifferent but his eyes are concealing something he desperately wants to keep hidden. I grow angry, I know Vicious is not a 'good' guy, but if I wanted a 'good' guy I would have stayed with Jet. I snort, Jet and I…a couple? God help this world.

"Get out of my way Shin; Vicious will need some back-up. If you wont tell me where he is I will find him on my own." I push back a violet strand that escaped my ear. My emerald eye bore into his teal ones.

"…I'll take you there, but I am not going to help you defeat Blade understa—" I cut him off as I grab his wrist and with a yank I pull him after me as I sprint down the dimly lit hallway. After he starts running I let go and he sprints in front of me showing me down a labyrinth of corridors and hallways. The hallways are smoke-stained but the new air-filters have taken out most of the smoke. My lungs burn and I feel my stomach complain, but it will take a lot more than that to stop me.

"This is the last hallway Fa—" He turns a sharp corner only to be flung backwards by an unknown assailant. His head hits the wall with a thud and his body slides down the wall, leaving a small dent. I hear a smug chuckle and murmurs then I hear a pair of feet run the opposite direction

"Shin!" I stop mid-sprint and ready my gun. The comforting weight of the glock in my hands is not enough to rid me of the unknown fear behind corner number 1. What if I am too late and Blade killed Vicious? Is he even blade? If not, then who is he and why would he attack his own Syndicate ally? Is it Vicious? That wouldn't make sense; he wouldn't have hurt him would he? My questions are unfortunately answered when I see a large, muscular figure, silhouette the light in the hallway. I know this guy, this is Bruce from Callisto. My eyes widen as his deep voice thunders through the narrow hallway.

"Hello Alice Romani…or should I say, Faye Valentine?" I grit my teeth and click the safety on the gun. "We did a nice background check on you…do the names: Spike Spiegel or Vicious or even Gren, ring any bells?" I almost gasp, I will not loose my cool in front of this horny, sadistic bastard.

"Fuck off Bruce!" I fire two rounds, but he amazingly dodges them, even with his build. I fire three more, one skims across his upper arm leaving a small bloody line. I hear him chuckle, a low demented chuckle. His eyes are like two coals burning in the sockets of his eyes. I realize now that I am probably in way over my head, but no one is going to save me. Shin is down, and Vicious is probably off beating the shit out of Blade now. I am going to have to rely on myself now.

This is just a test; to prove that I learned something through all of my years in the future: debt, Whitney, amnesia, bounty-hunting, Gren, Spike. I learned survival and adaptability. I will not loose my life to a past that claimed so many others before. I need to prove to myself that I will not die in this corridor. I need to prove to Shin that I am not some little girl who doesn't know what she is getting into. But mostly, I need to prove to Vicious that he dying here would be a waste. Vicious was strong when I was weak, so I need to return the favor. I need to be strong for him too, even if he doesn't want it…or me.

"So Faye what are you going to do now?!" He charges at me trying to tackle me, I sidestep fluidly, but with his syndicate training he knocks the gun from me and it flies across the floor, behind me and in front of Bruce. He turns around and tries to punch me, but I fluidly duck and roundhouse him in the side swiftly. I step a few strides away, I know if he lands just a few punches on me, it's over. I wont let it happen. Spike taught me enough to know that evasion and defense is the best tool against someone who has an advantage against you. A punch that doesn't connect wastes twice as much energy as one that does.

"I am going to kick your sorry ass!" I yell as I dodge another blinding punch. I take my own fist and hook him in the jaw, making him pause so I can punch him again with the other fist. He stumbles backwards, his nose bleeding and his eyes burning. His eyes though show no sign of wearing down. He charges at me again only I am not fast enough this time. He flings me backwards down the corridor; my suppressed headache from Vicious comes back as my head smacks against the floor.

My vision blurs for a second.

He backhands me across the face, I feel my lip bleed. He will pay for that. I knee him in the crotch and elbow him in the jaw to remove his body from mine. I scramble up still trying to make the hall stop spinning. I realize that I am only a few feet in front of Shin's unconscious body. No room to evade.

"You know Faye, Vicious is washed up. Blade has already probably killed his good for nothing ass. Blade is doing the entire Solar System a favor by ridding it of that cold bastard. He doesn't deserve to walk the face of this planet, so you can see his ass in hell!" I see his face contort into a bulbous laughter as anger boils up inside of me. I feel my eyes turn into slits of green. He notices my eyes and from a good fifteen feet he comes running. I look at Shin searching for some type of weapon; I spot some keys. I take his ring of keys from his uniform and I loop the ring around my finger. I feel my eyes contract into slits.

"You are just nervous that Vicious is named 'Vicious' for a reason." I take the ring of about nine keys and swing them at his face as he passes. He cries in agony when he passes by me, I take the ring of keys again and was about to strike him again when he grabs my other wrist and throws me in front of him, near Shin. From the bridge of his nose to his jaw line is split-open and dripping blood.

He pins me up against the wall and holds my hands above my head. I feel something hard press up against my hip and I know it isn't a gun. I see the disgusting look of lust in his eyes as he rips the left strap of my tank top revealing the cleavage of my breasts a little too much along with the now exposed curve. He takes his chopped, stinking hand and runs it up my shirt; pulling down my strapless bra, and right when his fingers feel me, my thoughts begin to panic. Please Vicious…help! Then I realize; this is still the test. I can do this.

"Get off of me now!" I knee him in his manhood and power-kick him away from me as hard as I could. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I exhaled deeply. Bruce is spread out on the floor, away from me a good ways, down the hall. I regain my composure and pull back up my bra and pushing down my shirt. The shoulder portion cant be repaired so the cleavage will just have to stay.

Then I notice something all too late, I kicked him right into the place where my glock is. He stirs and notices too. He picks up my gun, the safety already clicked off and he has enough bullets. I slowly and steadily take a few steps backwards; my back is now against the wall, the keys on the floor.

I am so screwed.

"I'd really think that is going to be quite hard Faye. I would have liked to…taste you, but now I realize that I think killing you will be the best course of action." He smirks as he aims the gun, even though he is a good eight feet away from me, I cant dodge bullets like Vicious. He fires two rounds, they miss me miraculously because I ducked to the right at the last second. My waist presses up against the wall behind me, and I feel something bulky in the back of my jeans. Then I get an idea. I grab the extra clips behind my back and as a last resort I throw the clips at him as hard as I could. One hits him in the eye, hard, and the other hits his shoulder.

"You fucking bitch!" He curses as he drops the gun and holds his hand up to his right eye where the clip struck him. My stomach turns when I see blood trickle down from the covered socket. I stumble over myself as I clumsily pick up my glock and aim it at his head.

"Sorry Bruce I would have really liked to toy with you further, but it looks like killing you and sending your ass to hell is the 'best course of action.'" I mock him as I stick my left middle finger high in the air as I pull the trigger twice. Both bullets hit him in head; I pull my head away so I don't see the end result. Seeing his bulbous face without injuries is bad enough. Even though I killed him, my heart is still racing like a racehorse's after a particularly long race.

"F-Faye? Are you okay?" I look over and see Shin sitting up, talk about on queue. He wakes up right when I don't need him. I roll my emerald eyes

"I- I am fine…" I look at him as his teal eyes widen. I walk quickly over to him and help him up.

"You killed Bruce?" I smile at his disbelief.

"Yeah, no time for small talk… I have to go find Vicious." I run down the hallway and spot double doors, with two bodies, tranquilized, on either side. I hear yelling and glass breaking from the ajar doors.

"What about Bruce's brother?" He asks shakily. Bruce's brother? I don't have time for relation of rapists; he was the one who probably ran off somewhere anyway.

"Shin, make sure that we have a safe getaway when Vicious and I leave okay?" I ask seriously. My green eyes filled with concealed worry.

"What about you and Blade?" He asks nervously. He is a cute guy, but he needs to know when I mean business.

"Shin I am not ten years old, GO!" He nods and runs down the hall as I open the doors quickly and slide in to the dark room. It is here I immediately know something is amiss. I see plush furniture, pretty pristine except for a dark stain on one of the pillows. I see broken glass everywhere that seems to fill the dark floor with facets of light. The carpet is splotches with swatches of blood and the tables are overturned and riddled with bullets.

But I don't see anyone.

"Faye? Faye to your right!" I hear Vicious' normally cool voice laced with surprise and fatigue. Then I feel a presence to my right I try to jump away but it's too late. A tan hand twists my wrist and wrenches it, grabbing the gun as he does. My wrist throbs in pain as it is probably sprained. I feel hot breath on my neck as he pulls my own gun towards my head. I see his face. He is tan with large dark brown eyes and black wavy hair. I would say he is extremely handsome, though his facial features are contorted and corrupt with seething disgust and malice. I spot Vicious off to my right behind an armchair. I inwardly sigh as I realize that they haven't started fighting yet and Vicious seems to be ok.

"Well, well, well, looks like she did actually show up, huh Vicious?" I feel my glock press into my temple as he turns and faces a slightly stunned Vicious, his hand clasped on the hilt of his katana. Vicious' gray eyes narrow and his eyes look into my slightly tired, hurting ones.

"Blade, put her down and your death will be nice and quick." Vicious' glass like voice cuts through the air with an icy coldness that seems to chill my bones. I am glad he wasn't directing that to me or else I think I would have shuttered. Blade, however, seems unfazed and actually seems to enjoy it. I feel his hot tongue run along the edge of my ear, making me cringe.

"She tastes like strawberries, Vicious—" I cut him off I couldn't stand it anymore, having this guy do this to me in front of Vicious is pissing me off too much. I look in the corner of my eyes and Vicious seems to be suppressing infuriation. His eyes are like razor blades trying to cut into the foul man behind me.

"Shut the hell up you son of a bi—" I yell at him as I feel a fast, sharp twist on my quickly swelling wrist. I cry out in pain as I hear an unsheathing of a katana and quick footsteps foreword. Tears threaten to some to my eyes, but I refuse them.

"Ah, Ah, Ah Vicious, throw me your katana and you can have the whore." Blade taunts as I grit my teeth irately, my violet hair coming undone in its bun. I look to Vicious his lips turned into a tight frown. The grip on his katana is not loosening, Then I see a spark of something in his eye.

"Pull the trigger Blade." I felt the world crash down around me; do I really mean nothing to him at all? Am I really just an annoying whore who he could not rid himself of? I felt my eyes soften as my throat swells, preventing me from asking the question 'why?'. I felt the barrel of my gun press into my temple I feel the hot breath on my neck cease as I brace myself.

Clik click clik

The gun is out of ammo…I fired all nine shots. How did Vicious know? I used that split second of Blade's confusion to pull away from him hastily. I see out of the corner of my eye Blade charge to catch me but before he can do so Vicious throws a knife at him, hitting him in his shoulder. I look to Vicious; obviously the look of relief and confusion flitted through my eyes because his lightly colored lips pull up into an almost playful smirk. He is so irritating! He changes his stance and looks straight at Blade. Blade seethes and pulls the knife out and takes out his own gun.

"Very nice, Vicious, counting the number of gunshots outside the walls, clever. Your knives are also a nice touch." Blade maliciously grins "But your head is mine dear step-brother." I duck behind a filing-cabinet. I am pretty much useless in this battle anyway; I don't have a weapon and my wrist hurts like a bitch. I watch Vicious dodge the bullets with effort, but with practice. I can tell he has been bleeding though, his left shoulder is red and so is his stomach. Blade's arm though is bleeding from the knife-wound though, so I think it is pretty evenly matched.

"They say after the buzzard strikes and misses, it is left out in the open for the serpent." I hear Vicious voice sound out though the dark room; bullets impale themselves in the couch as Vicious leaps in the air off of a table, over the riddled couch and slashes at Blade. He doesn't look like a dead angel anymore really; he looks like an angel of death. I come out from my hiding place and look at them fight it off in the adjoining room which appears to be a lounge and the one I am in a study. The built-in bookcases behind me give a small clue.

Vicious jumps back from Blade because of another bullet round, I think that one grazed his arm. I notice Blade takes advantage of the delay, he reloads his gun with a clip found in a drawer in expert time. Vicious comes back on the offensive, his silver hair absorbing the dim light, and slices at him, causing Blade to jump back, but Blade doesn't shoot at Vicious, he shoots at me. Vicious managed to hit the gun with the tip of his sword at the last minute but it might be too late.

I watched in horror as the thin bullet came at me.

-But all in vain-

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Evil cliffie I know…sorry this chapter was a bit violent for the littler readers… if you are under 13 and reading this too bad for you! You should have noticed the rating.

Sorry for not updating sooner....I got grounded ` -.- ...my mom jumped off the cliff of sanity...I love her, but...god she enjoys making my life a living hell...

I think Faye got a little beat up in this chapter…well sorry! I didn't go too far with that Bruce guy…yeah he is a hentai and he is evil *kicks his ass* In the next chapter I will explain what went on between Blade and Vicious before Faye showed up. Actually some important stuff happened that you will be informed of through flash backs. I will also explain Bruces brother…he is not just some random character he does have a purpose in this fic, it is just you haven't heard of him till now.

Also…I have no idea how many bullets Faye's gun holds, I know she fired five rounds when Spike left, but remember she lost that gun on Callisto (there is a reason for that) and has a new one that holds nine. Yes nine…if there is actually a gun out there that holds that many…cool. But It's not that big of a deal. I know little about artillery.

Another thing…I am sorry if the fighting scenes suck. Doing fighting scenes for Spike is a whole lot easier…I think I will have some fighting done with w/o weapons just for that 'Vicious is a kick ass' effect. And it is a lot easier…I should have paid closer attention to sword fighting scenes in Ruouni Kenshin….darn -.-;;

I think there will be either one or two more chapters, it depends how long I want to drag it out…. ^.^

The sequel will be named something slightly different than Betrayed by you…I haven't figured it out yet but considering the number of V/F fics out there it wont be that hard to find!

I'd like to thank everyone for reviewing…yay! I might get fifty…*holds breath*

I have to get ready for a wedding….I'm a bridesmaid and the dress is actually pretty…*pigs fly* I know but the dress really is pretty. Well I have to work on the draft form of my Inu/tenchi fic!


Ja Ne!

~ your ff buddy L.O.H.