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AN: So it's been a little while. And I'm just starting this...so I'm not sure about this "last chapter" dealie. but I'll try and wrap it up soon. Thanks for the reviews there's too many to name. But you guys rock so much!!!
Deceptions
Julia's breath caught in her throat. Her heart beat quickened at an unimaginable pace. She felt as if it would explode in her chest.
"Is he..." Julia choked out, fearing the last part of her own question.
Spike had pinned himself to the wall, as if trying to hide. His ashen face told Julia what she needed to know. And what she dreaded.
"We can't stay in here forever." Julia muttered, locking eyes with Spike. He nodded.
"JULIA!" the frigid voice from the parking lot Julia recognized as Vicious yelled at her again. It sounded like a father calling out to his disobedient daughter.
Julia looked at Spike. "What now?" she hissed.
"I'm thinking." Spike barked in a harsh whisper.
"Think faster."
"Julia...I know you're in there. Come out." Vicious called.
"A lot faster!"
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Outside the motel, a myriad of figures stood in the rain. All were covered in black and held an umbrella. All except one. The rain rolled off his coat and soaked his white hair. He stood there, in the middle of the parking lot. The rain falling around him, but he was unaffected by it. Nothing would take him off his task. His small blue eyes flickered from door to door. Looking for a sign of life. he called for Julia again.
She had to be in there somewhere. He nodded and pointed to the lobby building. One of his men, went into the building and brought out a woman. She was sobbing and yelling incoherent cries, as a result to the gun pressing into the back of her head. The man brought her to Vicious then threw her to the ground at his feet.
He looked the woman over. She was at least 30. She would have been pretty if she was not tainted by all the makeup she wore. Her blond hair was pilled on top of her head. Her cheap mascara was running down her cheeks because of her tears and the rain. Vicious sighed and resisted his temptation to kick her.
"You work here?" Vicious asked.
The woman just sobbed. "Please don't hurt me!" she cried over and over.
Vicious was getting tired of the woman's sobs.
"JULIA!" he called again. "If I don't see you in twenty seconds, this woman will die." Vicious' voice naturally quiet but ominous became louder so it was sinister. Julia breathed in as it sent shivers up her spine.
The woman stopped her sobbing at once, upon hearing she would die soon. Her eyes widened, and she started to plea. But her pleas ell on deaf ears. Vicious stared ahead, ignoring the woman as she tugged on his black trenchcoat. She wailed of her family, her friends.
10...9...8...
Silent tears fell down Julia's cheeks. "Spike," she cried hoarsely. He looked at her and shook his head.
"Your life or hers." Spike warned.
Julia choked back a sob. "It's not fair," she whispered. Her tears fell, leaving salty trails on her face. They fell unnoticed to the carpet, leaving small wet circles. Suddenly, there were many wet circles, as silent sobs racked her body.
7...6...5...
Vicious was growing impatient. Julia would let this woman die? It wasn't her style. Even when she was with Vicious, she disapproved of his killing. She hated how he was ruthless. If it was possible, she would stop him from killing anyone. He thought he had cornered. Killing someone would push her to the edge...it would make her come out of her hiding spot. Spike must be holding her back...
Vicious thought bitterly of his comrade. Some friend, he snorted.
4..3.
counted the seconds in his head. He braced himself for the gunshot and the sound of a dead body hitting the gravel. He dreaded. He wanted to go outside and kill Vicious right then...but he couldn't. He would hit the floor dead before he even got close to Vicious. He had to outsmart him. And if that meant sacrificing a few people...then so be it. It had to happen. He watched Julia cry. he couldn't take it. She never liked it when Vicious killed people. He figured this was Vicious' way of getting Julia to come out. Spike held back a smirk. He outsmarted Vicious on this level. He was holding the doorknob shut and a firm grip on Julia's arm. Julia's head raised suddenly, as she was counting the seconds as well. She met Spike's gaze at 2....and closed her eyes as it faded to
"One." Vicious said.
The woman's eyes widened an immeasurable amount as she heard Vicious say One.
She searched Vicious' eyes for some form of mercy, but found no solace. She quivered as the cold gun pressed into the back of her head. She closed her eyes as she heard the pestilent click of the safety.
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Julia's eyes opened and filled with tears as she heard the shot ring out. It echoed in her ears for what seemed like hours.
"Spike..." she murmured, sobbing
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Vicious watched as the woman's lifeless body hit the ground. The blood ran to the gravel, the rain diluting it. It looked like a small river of red.
"Look what you made me do!" Vicious called to Julia. Julia bit her lip to quiet her sobs.
Suddenly a middle aged man walked out of room accompanied by a woman who was obviously a prostitute. He put his hands over his head. "I just want to go home," he said. "I don't know who you're talking about, but I can tell you we're not the people you're looking for. I'm just a regular guy who's mad an awful mistake."
He begged. Vicious glared at him
The man's eyes squeezed shut as he heard the click and then the clap of a bullet bursting from a gun. He opened his eyes, not believing he was still alive. He breathed a sigh of relief. But his joy was short lived as he felt a slight tickle of a small trail of blood drop on his hand. He slowly looked at the hand he was holding, the one that belonged to the prostitute. He followed the trail of blood to find the side of the prostitute's face missing. A scream caught in his throat and he quickly took his hand out of the corpse's grasp and looked a Vicious with a horrified look.
"Jesus!" he breathed. He looked at Vicious, who was holding a magnum, and pointing it at the man.
"Look, man, I never did anything to you," the man said, as sort of a petition to Vicious.
Vicious shrugged, sealing his fate.
Suddenly, a car pulled up and Faye jumped out. "Vicious!" she called. Vicious kept the magnum pointed at the man, but shifted his gaze to Faye.
"Go back to Tharsis." He commanded.
"No." Faye said resiliently.
Vicious was a little taken aback by Faye's incompetency.
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Julia slumped against the wall, hungover with grief.
"It's all because of me...she died," she muttered. She put her head in her hands, and her golden hair spilled around her. She tucked herself in the fetal position as if that would ward away all the bad thoughts, all the gunshots all of the lies, deceit. She wished she could curl up in a ball and just fade away. But no matter how hard she tried...she couldn't get away.
Spike opened the blind a little so he could see. He gasped. Faye...He scowled. What was she doing here?
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"Faye...go back home." Vicious said forcefully.
Faye shook her head.
Vicious nodded to his henchman and they surrounded her.
"This is for your own good Faye." Vicious said quietly.
They all took their guns out and pointed them at Faye.
"Go home." Vicious ordered once more.
Seeing no one was watching him, the man from the motel took money from the prostitute's pocket and then grabbed the small pistol tucked away in her bra. He fingered for a moment, realizing what he thought he had to do. He raised it and shot three shot.
They landed in the backs of the henchmen making Faye get into the car. Faye grabbed a gun from one henchman's cold hands. She shot at the remaining henchmen, and once they all fell to the ground, pointed it at Vicious.
Vicious stared at her. "Do you want to do this Faye?" he asked calmly.
Faye looked at the scattered bodies around her. She looked Vicious in the eyes.
"Ever since I got this assignment, I've been waiting for this."
Vicious raised an eyebrow. "Assignment?"
"Yeah. I'm secret agent Faye Valentine. And you're under arrest." Faye said with a merciless edge Vicious had never heard before.
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Yeah, maybe a little corny ending....erhem, cliffhanger....ok humor me please.
NEXT TIME: Vicious deals with Faye, Julia and Spike face off with Vicious. Who lives? Who doesn't? Stay tuned...the ending might surprise you.
AN: So it's been a little while. And I'm just starting this...so I'm not sure about this "last chapter" dealie. but I'll try and wrap it up soon. Thanks for the reviews there's too many to name. But you guys rock so much!!!
Deceptions
Julia's breath caught in her throat. Her heart beat quickened at an unimaginable pace. She felt as if it would explode in her chest.
"Is he..." Julia choked out, fearing the last part of her own question.
Spike had pinned himself to the wall, as if trying to hide. His ashen face told Julia what she needed to know. And what she dreaded.
"We can't stay in here forever." Julia muttered, locking eyes with Spike. He nodded.
"JULIA!" the frigid voice from the parking lot Julia recognized as Vicious yelled at her again. It sounded like a father calling out to his disobedient daughter.
Julia looked at Spike. "What now?" she hissed.
"I'm thinking." Spike barked in a harsh whisper.
"Think faster."
"Julia...I know you're in there. Come out." Vicious called.
"A lot faster!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Outside the motel, a myriad of figures stood in the rain. All were covered in black and held an umbrella. All except one. The rain rolled off his coat and soaked his white hair. He stood there, in the middle of the parking lot. The rain falling around him, but he was unaffected by it. Nothing would take him off his task. His small blue eyes flickered from door to door. Looking for a sign of life. he called for Julia again.
She had to be in there somewhere. He nodded and pointed to the lobby building. One of his men, went into the building and brought out a woman. She was sobbing and yelling incoherent cries, as a result to the gun pressing into the back of her head. The man brought her to Vicious then threw her to the ground at his feet.
He looked the woman over. She was at least 30. She would have been pretty if she was not tainted by all the makeup she wore. Her blond hair was pilled on top of her head. Her cheap mascara was running down her cheeks because of her tears and the rain. Vicious sighed and resisted his temptation to kick her.
"You work here?" Vicious asked.
The woman just sobbed. "Please don't hurt me!" she cried over and over.
Vicious was getting tired of the woman's sobs.
"JULIA!" he called again. "If I don't see you in twenty seconds, this woman will die." Vicious' voice naturally quiet but ominous became louder so it was sinister. Julia breathed in as it sent shivers up her spine.
The woman stopped her sobbing at once, upon hearing she would die soon. Her eyes widened, and she started to plea. But her pleas ell on deaf ears. Vicious stared ahead, ignoring the woman as she tugged on his black trenchcoat. She wailed of her family, her friends.
10...9...8...
Silent tears fell down Julia's cheeks. "Spike," she cried hoarsely. He looked at her and shook his head.
"Your life or hers." Spike warned.
Julia choked back a sob. "It's not fair," she whispered. Her tears fell, leaving salty trails on her face. They fell unnoticed to the carpet, leaving small wet circles. Suddenly, there were many wet circles, as silent sobs racked her body.
7...6...5...
Vicious was growing impatient. Julia would let this woman die? It wasn't her style. Even when she was with Vicious, she disapproved of his killing. She hated how he was ruthless. If it was possible, she would stop him from killing anyone. He thought he had cornered. Killing someone would push her to the edge...it would make her come out of her hiding spot. Spike must be holding her back...
Vicious thought bitterly of his comrade. Some friend, he snorted.
4..3.
counted the seconds in his head. He braced himself for the gunshot and the sound of a dead body hitting the gravel. He dreaded. He wanted to go outside and kill Vicious right then...but he couldn't. He would hit the floor dead before he even got close to Vicious. He had to outsmart him. And if that meant sacrificing a few people...then so be it. It had to happen. He watched Julia cry. he couldn't take it. She never liked it when Vicious killed people. He figured this was Vicious' way of getting Julia to come out. Spike held back a smirk. He outsmarted Vicious on this level. He was holding the doorknob shut and a firm grip on Julia's arm. Julia's head raised suddenly, as she was counting the seconds as well. She met Spike's gaze at 2....and closed her eyes as it faded to
"One." Vicious said.
The woman's eyes widened an immeasurable amount as she heard Vicious say One.
She searched Vicious' eyes for some form of mercy, but found no solace. She quivered as the cold gun pressed into the back of her head. She closed her eyes as she heard the pestilent click of the safety.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Julia's eyes opened and filled with tears as she heard the shot ring out. It echoed in her ears for what seemed like hours.
"Spike..." she murmured, sobbing
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Vicious watched as the woman's lifeless body hit the ground. The blood ran to the gravel, the rain diluting it. It looked like a small river of red.
"Look what you made me do!" Vicious called to Julia. Julia bit her lip to quiet her sobs.
Suddenly a middle aged man walked out of room accompanied by a woman who was obviously a prostitute. He put his hands over his head. "I just want to go home," he said. "I don't know who you're talking about, but I can tell you we're not the people you're looking for. I'm just a regular guy who's mad an awful mistake."
He begged. Vicious glared at him
The man's eyes squeezed shut as he heard the click and then the clap of a bullet bursting from a gun. He opened his eyes, not believing he was still alive. He breathed a sigh of relief. But his joy was short lived as he felt a slight tickle of a small trail of blood drop on his hand. He slowly looked at the hand he was holding, the one that belonged to the prostitute. He followed the trail of blood to find the side of the prostitute's face missing. A scream caught in his throat and he quickly took his hand out of the corpse's grasp and looked a Vicious with a horrified look.
"Jesus!" he breathed. He looked at Vicious, who was holding a magnum, and pointing it at the man.
"Look, man, I never did anything to you," the man said, as sort of a petition to Vicious.
Vicious shrugged, sealing his fate.
Suddenly, a car pulled up and Faye jumped out. "Vicious!" she called. Vicious kept the magnum pointed at the man, but shifted his gaze to Faye.
"Go back to Tharsis." He commanded.
"No." Faye said resiliently.
Vicious was a little taken aback by Faye's incompetency.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Julia slumped against the wall, hungover with grief.
"It's all because of me...she died," she muttered. She put her head in her hands, and her golden hair spilled around her. She tucked herself in the fetal position as if that would ward away all the bad thoughts, all the gunshots all of the lies, deceit. She wished she could curl up in a ball and just fade away. But no matter how hard she tried...she couldn't get away.
Spike opened the blind a little so he could see. He gasped. Faye...He scowled. What was she doing here?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Faye...go back home." Vicious said forcefully.
Faye shook her head.
Vicious nodded to his henchman and they surrounded her.
"This is for your own good Faye." Vicious said quietly.
They all took their guns out and pointed them at Faye.
"Go home." Vicious ordered once more.
Seeing no one was watching him, the man from the motel took money from the prostitute's pocket and then grabbed the small pistol tucked away in her bra. He fingered for a moment, realizing what he thought he had to do. He raised it and shot three shot.
They landed in the backs of the henchmen making Faye get into the car. Faye grabbed a gun from one henchman's cold hands. She shot at the remaining henchmen, and once they all fell to the ground, pointed it at Vicious.
Vicious stared at her. "Do you want to do this Faye?" he asked calmly.
Faye looked at the scattered bodies around her. She looked Vicious in the eyes.
"Ever since I got this assignment, I've been waiting for this."
Vicious raised an eyebrow. "Assignment?"
"Yeah. I'm secret agent Faye Valentine. And you're under arrest." Faye said with a merciless edge Vicious had never heard before.
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Yeah, maybe a little corny ending....erhem, cliffhanger....ok humor me please.
NEXT TIME: Vicious deals with Faye, Julia and Spike face off with Vicious. Who lives? Who doesn't? Stay tuned...the ending might surprise you.
