Hello again all you people out there! Well, this lovely horror that I've
concocted is almost coming to its close, I hope that you have enjoyed it!
But then again can anyone truly enjoy horror? I guess that we'll find out
together! This is the second to last chapter (?) and I hope that you like
it! Everything is in place now..........for possibly the most predictable ending
ever! But whatever, I pray you enjoy it none the less! I'd like to thank my
inspirations, my dreams that have added to this psychotic story, my muses:
Edger Allen Poe, Alfred Hitchcock, and various other horror films, my
friend Deathdragon, and my faithful reviewers Randall Flagg2 and
Brigidforest for their support! You may ask why I'm giving my thanks now,
it's because for the last chapter there will be no intro or ending, just
the story so I want to get these out now while they're still fresh in my
head! Thank you again to everyone and anyone who is reading this story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop nor do I own the song "My Funny Valentine".
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"Listen, how could you NOT know that a hole had been cut into YOUR ship?!" Spike yelled. As soon as Faye and he had gotten over their experience with the black abyss, they'd run off to go find Jet. They found him clicking away on the top deck. Before he'd even gotten the chance to say "Hey!" to Faye, Spike had broken in with the yelling.
"I don't know ok!" Jet said. "Everything's going crazy on this ship! Just look at this!" He turned around and began typing away on one of the command decks many computers. After a few seconds an outline of the Bebop appeared on the screen, inside the outline, there was a red color about three- fourths filled up. Faye looked at the screen dully with a face that plainly said, "Why is this relevant?"
"What's up with the chart Jet?" Spike said, examining the screen with a knitted brow.
"Ok, the outline represents the Bebop," Jet said, pointing it out on the screen, "and that red color represents all the floors where the sensors have gone completely off-line. I can't get any readings from any of these floors, but just an hour ago I was getting information from the bottom one."
"So what, is there no life support or anything one those floors anymore?" Spike said, tapping at the red space.
"Darned if I know," Jet said, still typing away at the keyboard, "I wouldn't even know if we had gravity on those decks!"
"Well, I haven't seen any of your bonsai floating around, so I guess that's a yes on the gravity," Spike said, "what about the cameras?"
"Most of 'em are still up and running." Faye said. She was standing over by the consol, her eyes scanning each picture quickly but carefully. "A few of them have conked out or just turned off from lack of movement." Spike was just about to say something when Faye gasped and turned her head away, her hand covering her eyes.
"Faye, what is it?" Spike said, coming over to the consol. Faye's shoulders shook a little as she pointed to a camera just below her eye level. It was about five floors down and was taping a random hallway where the lights were dim at the end where a dead-end was. You couldn't see past the last door, but you could see a puddle of dark liquid spilling out into the light. It was the hallway where Ein was still hanging; no one had had the stomach to go near enough to cut him down. Faye took her hand away from her face and breathed deep. She turned back to the cameras, clearly avoiding Ein's screen.
"Hey Jet! Which one of these are the forth floor cameras?" Faye asked, scanning around.
"Those ones, but why do you want to go down there?" Jet said, pointing up to the top row of cameras. Faye strained her neck to closely examine those cameras. She squinted as if looking for some hidden meaning in the images of doorways and empty rooms. Satisfied, she turned to Spike.
"Watch those cameras will ya? I'll be back in about a half an hour," she said and turned to leave.
"Faye, wait! What do you mean? You can't go! We have to stick together! We've got a killer out there!" Jet yelled, using such elaborate hand gestures that he hit the wall at least three times.
"Look, I need to take a shower ok! And I'd prefer it if you weren't in there with me!" Faye said, rounding on Jet, "So I'd appreciate it if you two would be so kind as to watch the cameras and let me know if you see anyone in the hallway. Now then gentlemen, I take my leave of you." She turned around again and began walking out again when Spike spoke up.
"How're we going to contact you? I mean, if we see anyone on the cameras?" Spike said, tilting his head towards the screens.
"I'll leave my cell phone on; it'll be an open com-link ok?" Faye said, pulling out the small metal device.
"Just leave it on, we'll call you if we see anything," Spike said, and turned back to the cameras.
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Faye hated to admit it, but she couldn't help the way she was coming to accept everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours. She hated that she was beginning to expect dangers around every corner, or a dead body hanging in a hallway. "Dear God, I must be going mad!" she thought as she headed down the forth floor corridor towards the shower room. The door made a soft whooshing sound as it moved out of her way and she immediately turned her head left and right out of paranoia. She rushed into the room and locked the door behind herself. "Those guys had better be watching those cameras if they know what's good for them!" she grumbled, turning to the mirror and taking off her headband. Her bangs fell into her face in a huge clump, the total lack of grace. She brushed them impatiently away, they blocked out her vision too much. In a burst of vanity, she leaned down close to the mirror and examined her face in detail. She laughed to herself, "You'll be an old woman yet Faye Valentine, just look at those worry lines forming!" She dismissed her scene of silliness with a grin and began getting ready for her shower.
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Meanwhile back on the top deck, Spike and Jet were sitting around overcome with boredom. Or at least Spike was. Jet was rushing around this way and that trying to get the lower deck's sensors back online. Unfortunately he wasn't having much luck; it was almost as if the connecting cables had been cut. Spike on the other hand was sitting in one of the swivel chairs that occupied the deck, staring at the ceiling and spinning around in circles. He'd just pushed off into another marvelous seven-twenty when all of a sudden he broke into song. "My funny valentine . . . . Sweet comic valentine . . . . You make me smile with my heart . . . ." he mumbled to himself. He glanced over at Jet who had stopped in the middle of the floor with his head turning.
"It stopped!" he said, his eyes swiveling around suspiciously. He looked comically similar to an iguana.
"Well duh it stopped; I can't remember any more of the words!" Spike said, going back into his spinning.
"That was you? But that was the song that Obsession was singing before wasn't it?" Jet said, going back over to another console.
"Yah, I haven't been able to get it out of my head since," Spike said. He reached out and grabbed the camera screens; that was enough spinning for him.
"What the heck is that song anyway? It's certainly not from this era,' Jet said, giving up the typing and holding his wrist. (A/N: Yes, it's sad but true, Jet has carpel tunnel. ^_^)
"Nah, it's just some song from the early twentieth century, made some guy named Frank Sinatra, (A/N: Whom I don't own either, I LOVE YOU FRANKIE!!), a star," he said, glancing up at the forth floor cameras.
"Man, how do you know all these old songs? First it was that one, No one Nowhere, something Man, and now this?"
"It's called a good upbringing Jet," Spike said, flicking his eyes from screen to screen. Jet rolled his eyes and let out an obvious fake cough with the words "Bull Shit!" not too subtly embedded in it. Spike let out a kind of a bark-laugh and began humming he song again, his eyes cast down. All of a sudden a voice joined in with him.
"Your looks are laughable, unphotographable . . . . Yet you're my favorite work of art!"
"Hey Spike, I thought you said you couldn't remember the rest of the words," Jet said with a joking tone.
"That . . . . wasn't me." Spike said. His head immediately shot up and he let out a loud gasp. Jet ran over to him and let out the same reaction. Both men's eyes were fixed on one screen, the fifth floor corridor camera. Right in the middle of the hallway stood Obsession with a huge smile on his face. He'd cut down Ein from the ceiling and was holding him like a baby. He grabbed the corpse's right paw and began to wave it at the camera, his voice coming into the control room.
"Wave to the camera doggie," Obsession said, letting Ein's paw drop with unnatural limpness as all of the bones were shattered inside, and waving himself, "your bastard father who tried to beat me up is up there with Spikey! Say hi!" All of a sudden his smile disappeared and he began barking like a dog, almost exactly matching Ein's former volume and tone.
"Monstrous." Jet whispered as he watched. Obsession stopped his waving and barking and tilted one side of his head towards the floor above him. A slow smile spread across his face.
"Will you listen to that doggie? It sounds like someone taking a shower!" Obsession said, turning Ein's head towards him, causing the little corgi's tongue to finally come loose from his mouth. "Why it must be your mummy up there getting all clean for me! What a little hoar!" With that Obsession chucked Ein's corpse over his shoulder, hurling it back into the darkness where it fell unseen with a variety of cracks at different volumes. He gave another small wave at the camera complete with a wink and sprinted out of the camera's range.
"Oh my God, we have to save her!" Jet said, heading towards the door. Spike made a move to follow when Jet turned around and stuck a hand out to Spike's chest.
"What're you doing?! We gotta go find Obsession and stop him!" Spike said, pushing up against Jet's hand.
"No Spike, you have to stay here!" Jet said, pushing Spike back. "To hell I do, I'm not staying here while you go out risking your life!"
"Listen, one of us has to call Faye to let her know that Obsession's coming so she can get out of there!"
"Then you call her and I'll meet you down there!" Spike said, again trying to push past Jet's hand.
"No Spike, I've got a bigger bone to pick with this guy." Jet said, and before Spike could reply Jet hurled his cell phone at him. "Call Faye." With that he ran out the door. Spike let out a frustrated growl, "CRAP!" He quickly dialed Faye's number and waited for Faye to pick up, standing in front of the screens looking for Obsession. Faye's phone rang and rang but with no response. "Damn it girl! PICK UP THE FREAKIN' PHONE!" All of a sudden the phone picked up and a clear "HE-" was heard before it was turned off. Spike's breath caught in his throat and he sprinted out the door.
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The hot water felt so good against Faye's skin, it was as if it was steaming away all her troubles. She smiled and shook her head, spraying water droplets from her hair tips. All of a sudden, her cell phone began ringing. "Damn it, where did I leave that thing?" Faye thought momentarily before remembering it was still in her jacket. She shut off the water reluctantly and opened up the shower curtain, only to find Obsession standing there by her clothes holding her cell phone. Her eyes went wide as he softly chuckled, "Hello Sweetheart."
"Please . . . . . please just leave me alone, I promise that I'm not going after Spike! I swear! I don't even like the guy!" Faye said, backing up back into the shower, too scared to make any attempt to cover up her nudity. Obsession just shook his head, clicking his tongue lightly. The cell phone kept ringing and Obsession looked at the small screen for the caller ID.
"Why I believe it's your beloved Spike. As one last pity to the slut about to meet her fate, I'll let you talk to him one last time. Talk loud now; it's a long way from you to me!" With that he clicked the answer button, and Faye screamed at the top of her lungs. However, she couldn't even get out "HELP!" before Obsession hung up.
"You bastard . . . ." Faye said, backing up against the wall, "that's all the time I get?"
"Don't you know? Whores don't get a second chance!"
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Jet finally made it to the shower room, only he couldn't hear the shower running anymore. Jet breathed a sigh of relief; Spike had managed to get her out before Obsession came. Now all that was left for him was to wait for the son of a bitch. He opened up the door and stepped inside. It was pitch-black inside and as the door closed, Jet turned on the light. The sight that met his eyes made him scream out in terror, backing up as he did. All of a sudden, something grabbed his cybernetic arm and he was punched across the face.
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Spike made it down to the shower room completely out of breath, panting like a shaggy dog in summer time. He went over to the door and pulled out his gun, no surprises this time. He put his finger lightly on the trigger and reached for the handle. However, just as he was about to grab it, the door opened. A tall, brown haired man leaped out at him, pushing him against the wall and pressing his lips down on Spikes. Spike was numbed completely by shock as the man tried to break through his lips with his tongue and dropped his gun. Getting a hold of himself, Spike managed a well- placed knee to the groin and the men released him, doubling over. "Obsession." Spike hissed. All of a sudden, Obsession began to laugh childishly to himself. "What's so funny freak?!"
"Oh darling, you're absolutely right! We have the ship all to ourselves now, but we must be patient, it's not Valentine's yet!"
"What did you do to Jet and Faye?!" Spike screamed, jumping at Obsession. However, Obsession was prepared and flipped the tackle so he was pinning Spike.
"We must be patient love, wait for the opportune time." Spike struggled wildly as Obsession put a cloth over his mouth. He knew that smell, morphine! . . . . . Within seconds he was knocked out.
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Dream: Well, okay folks! The next chapter is the last one. (?) I again hope that you have enjoyed yourself!
Spike: Even though she's going to KILL ME!
Dream: Hey! I never said that I was going to do that!
Spike: You're kidding; I can see it in your eyes! *points to eyes with psycho look*
Dream: Aaaaaanyway folks, I'm sorry but I won't be able to get the next chapter up by.....well, today or tomorrow depending on when I post this, but I won't have it up by Valentine's Day! *tilts head to sky shaking fist* DAMN YOU HIGH SCHOOL!!!!! I hate it! I have to go to bed at 9 again! I haven't gone to bed that early since elementary school!! _ Whatever, next chapter coming soon!!!! ^_^
Spike: No it's not.
Dream: YES IT IS!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop nor do I own the song "My Funny Valentine".
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"Listen, how could you NOT know that a hole had been cut into YOUR ship?!" Spike yelled. As soon as Faye and he had gotten over their experience with the black abyss, they'd run off to go find Jet. They found him clicking away on the top deck. Before he'd even gotten the chance to say "Hey!" to Faye, Spike had broken in with the yelling.
"I don't know ok!" Jet said. "Everything's going crazy on this ship! Just look at this!" He turned around and began typing away on one of the command decks many computers. After a few seconds an outline of the Bebop appeared on the screen, inside the outline, there was a red color about three- fourths filled up. Faye looked at the screen dully with a face that plainly said, "Why is this relevant?"
"What's up with the chart Jet?" Spike said, examining the screen with a knitted brow.
"Ok, the outline represents the Bebop," Jet said, pointing it out on the screen, "and that red color represents all the floors where the sensors have gone completely off-line. I can't get any readings from any of these floors, but just an hour ago I was getting information from the bottom one."
"So what, is there no life support or anything one those floors anymore?" Spike said, tapping at the red space.
"Darned if I know," Jet said, still typing away at the keyboard, "I wouldn't even know if we had gravity on those decks!"
"Well, I haven't seen any of your bonsai floating around, so I guess that's a yes on the gravity," Spike said, "what about the cameras?"
"Most of 'em are still up and running." Faye said. She was standing over by the consol, her eyes scanning each picture quickly but carefully. "A few of them have conked out or just turned off from lack of movement." Spike was just about to say something when Faye gasped and turned her head away, her hand covering her eyes.
"Faye, what is it?" Spike said, coming over to the consol. Faye's shoulders shook a little as she pointed to a camera just below her eye level. It was about five floors down and was taping a random hallway where the lights were dim at the end where a dead-end was. You couldn't see past the last door, but you could see a puddle of dark liquid spilling out into the light. It was the hallway where Ein was still hanging; no one had had the stomach to go near enough to cut him down. Faye took her hand away from her face and breathed deep. She turned back to the cameras, clearly avoiding Ein's screen.
"Hey Jet! Which one of these are the forth floor cameras?" Faye asked, scanning around.
"Those ones, but why do you want to go down there?" Jet said, pointing up to the top row of cameras. Faye strained her neck to closely examine those cameras. She squinted as if looking for some hidden meaning in the images of doorways and empty rooms. Satisfied, she turned to Spike.
"Watch those cameras will ya? I'll be back in about a half an hour," she said and turned to leave.
"Faye, wait! What do you mean? You can't go! We have to stick together! We've got a killer out there!" Jet yelled, using such elaborate hand gestures that he hit the wall at least three times.
"Look, I need to take a shower ok! And I'd prefer it if you weren't in there with me!" Faye said, rounding on Jet, "So I'd appreciate it if you two would be so kind as to watch the cameras and let me know if you see anyone in the hallway. Now then gentlemen, I take my leave of you." She turned around again and began walking out again when Spike spoke up.
"How're we going to contact you? I mean, if we see anyone on the cameras?" Spike said, tilting his head towards the screens.
"I'll leave my cell phone on; it'll be an open com-link ok?" Faye said, pulling out the small metal device.
"Just leave it on, we'll call you if we see anything," Spike said, and turned back to the cameras.
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Faye hated to admit it, but she couldn't help the way she was coming to accept everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours. She hated that she was beginning to expect dangers around every corner, or a dead body hanging in a hallway. "Dear God, I must be going mad!" she thought as she headed down the forth floor corridor towards the shower room. The door made a soft whooshing sound as it moved out of her way and she immediately turned her head left and right out of paranoia. She rushed into the room and locked the door behind herself. "Those guys had better be watching those cameras if they know what's good for them!" she grumbled, turning to the mirror and taking off her headband. Her bangs fell into her face in a huge clump, the total lack of grace. She brushed them impatiently away, they blocked out her vision too much. In a burst of vanity, she leaned down close to the mirror and examined her face in detail. She laughed to herself, "You'll be an old woman yet Faye Valentine, just look at those worry lines forming!" She dismissed her scene of silliness with a grin and began getting ready for her shower.
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Meanwhile back on the top deck, Spike and Jet were sitting around overcome with boredom. Or at least Spike was. Jet was rushing around this way and that trying to get the lower deck's sensors back online. Unfortunately he wasn't having much luck; it was almost as if the connecting cables had been cut. Spike on the other hand was sitting in one of the swivel chairs that occupied the deck, staring at the ceiling and spinning around in circles. He'd just pushed off into another marvelous seven-twenty when all of a sudden he broke into song. "My funny valentine . . . . Sweet comic valentine . . . . You make me smile with my heart . . . ." he mumbled to himself. He glanced over at Jet who had stopped in the middle of the floor with his head turning.
"It stopped!" he said, his eyes swiveling around suspiciously. He looked comically similar to an iguana.
"Well duh it stopped; I can't remember any more of the words!" Spike said, going back into his spinning.
"That was you? But that was the song that Obsession was singing before wasn't it?" Jet said, going back over to another console.
"Yah, I haven't been able to get it out of my head since," Spike said. He reached out and grabbed the camera screens; that was enough spinning for him.
"What the heck is that song anyway? It's certainly not from this era,' Jet said, giving up the typing and holding his wrist. (A/N: Yes, it's sad but true, Jet has carpel tunnel. ^_^)
"Nah, it's just some song from the early twentieth century, made some guy named Frank Sinatra, (A/N: Whom I don't own either, I LOVE YOU FRANKIE!!), a star," he said, glancing up at the forth floor cameras.
"Man, how do you know all these old songs? First it was that one, No one Nowhere, something Man, and now this?"
"It's called a good upbringing Jet," Spike said, flicking his eyes from screen to screen. Jet rolled his eyes and let out an obvious fake cough with the words "Bull Shit!" not too subtly embedded in it. Spike let out a kind of a bark-laugh and began humming he song again, his eyes cast down. All of a sudden a voice joined in with him.
"Your looks are laughable, unphotographable . . . . Yet you're my favorite work of art!"
"Hey Spike, I thought you said you couldn't remember the rest of the words," Jet said with a joking tone.
"That . . . . wasn't me." Spike said. His head immediately shot up and he let out a loud gasp. Jet ran over to him and let out the same reaction. Both men's eyes were fixed on one screen, the fifth floor corridor camera. Right in the middle of the hallway stood Obsession with a huge smile on his face. He'd cut down Ein from the ceiling and was holding him like a baby. He grabbed the corpse's right paw and began to wave it at the camera, his voice coming into the control room.
"Wave to the camera doggie," Obsession said, letting Ein's paw drop with unnatural limpness as all of the bones were shattered inside, and waving himself, "your bastard father who tried to beat me up is up there with Spikey! Say hi!" All of a sudden his smile disappeared and he began barking like a dog, almost exactly matching Ein's former volume and tone.
"Monstrous." Jet whispered as he watched. Obsession stopped his waving and barking and tilted one side of his head towards the floor above him. A slow smile spread across his face.
"Will you listen to that doggie? It sounds like someone taking a shower!" Obsession said, turning Ein's head towards him, causing the little corgi's tongue to finally come loose from his mouth. "Why it must be your mummy up there getting all clean for me! What a little hoar!" With that Obsession chucked Ein's corpse over his shoulder, hurling it back into the darkness where it fell unseen with a variety of cracks at different volumes. He gave another small wave at the camera complete with a wink and sprinted out of the camera's range.
"Oh my God, we have to save her!" Jet said, heading towards the door. Spike made a move to follow when Jet turned around and stuck a hand out to Spike's chest.
"What're you doing?! We gotta go find Obsession and stop him!" Spike said, pushing up against Jet's hand.
"No Spike, you have to stay here!" Jet said, pushing Spike back. "To hell I do, I'm not staying here while you go out risking your life!"
"Listen, one of us has to call Faye to let her know that Obsession's coming so she can get out of there!"
"Then you call her and I'll meet you down there!" Spike said, again trying to push past Jet's hand.
"No Spike, I've got a bigger bone to pick with this guy." Jet said, and before Spike could reply Jet hurled his cell phone at him. "Call Faye." With that he ran out the door. Spike let out a frustrated growl, "CRAP!" He quickly dialed Faye's number and waited for Faye to pick up, standing in front of the screens looking for Obsession. Faye's phone rang and rang but with no response. "Damn it girl! PICK UP THE FREAKIN' PHONE!" All of a sudden the phone picked up and a clear "HE-" was heard before it was turned off. Spike's breath caught in his throat and he sprinted out the door.
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The hot water felt so good against Faye's skin, it was as if it was steaming away all her troubles. She smiled and shook her head, spraying water droplets from her hair tips. All of a sudden, her cell phone began ringing. "Damn it, where did I leave that thing?" Faye thought momentarily before remembering it was still in her jacket. She shut off the water reluctantly and opened up the shower curtain, only to find Obsession standing there by her clothes holding her cell phone. Her eyes went wide as he softly chuckled, "Hello Sweetheart."
"Please . . . . . please just leave me alone, I promise that I'm not going after Spike! I swear! I don't even like the guy!" Faye said, backing up back into the shower, too scared to make any attempt to cover up her nudity. Obsession just shook his head, clicking his tongue lightly. The cell phone kept ringing and Obsession looked at the small screen for the caller ID.
"Why I believe it's your beloved Spike. As one last pity to the slut about to meet her fate, I'll let you talk to him one last time. Talk loud now; it's a long way from you to me!" With that he clicked the answer button, and Faye screamed at the top of her lungs. However, she couldn't even get out "HELP!" before Obsession hung up.
"You bastard . . . ." Faye said, backing up against the wall, "that's all the time I get?"
"Don't you know? Whores don't get a second chance!"
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Jet finally made it to the shower room, only he couldn't hear the shower running anymore. Jet breathed a sigh of relief; Spike had managed to get her out before Obsession came. Now all that was left for him was to wait for the son of a bitch. He opened up the door and stepped inside. It was pitch-black inside and as the door closed, Jet turned on the light. The sight that met his eyes made him scream out in terror, backing up as he did. All of a sudden, something grabbed his cybernetic arm and he was punched across the face.
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Spike made it down to the shower room completely out of breath, panting like a shaggy dog in summer time. He went over to the door and pulled out his gun, no surprises this time. He put his finger lightly on the trigger and reached for the handle. However, just as he was about to grab it, the door opened. A tall, brown haired man leaped out at him, pushing him against the wall and pressing his lips down on Spikes. Spike was numbed completely by shock as the man tried to break through his lips with his tongue and dropped his gun. Getting a hold of himself, Spike managed a well- placed knee to the groin and the men released him, doubling over. "Obsession." Spike hissed. All of a sudden, Obsession began to laugh childishly to himself. "What's so funny freak?!"
"Oh darling, you're absolutely right! We have the ship all to ourselves now, but we must be patient, it's not Valentine's yet!"
"What did you do to Jet and Faye?!" Spike screamed, jumping at Obsession. However, Obsession was prepared and flipped the tackle so he was pinning Spike.
"We must be patient love, wait for the opportune time." Spike struggled wildly as Obsession put a cloth over his mouth. He knew that smell, morphine! . . . . . Within seconds he was knocked out.
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Dream: Well, okay folks! The next chapter is the last one. (?) I again hope that you have enjoyed yourself!
Spike: Even though she's going to KILL ME!
Dream: Hey! I never said that I was going to do that!
Spike: You're kidding; I can see it in your eyes! *points to eyes with psycho look*
Dream: Aaaaaanyway folks, I'm sorry but I won't be able to get the next chapter up by.....well, today or tomorrow depending on when I post this, but I won't have it up by Valentine's Day! *tilts head to sky shaking fist* DAMN YOU HIGH SCHOOL!!!!! I hate it! I have to go to bed at 9 again! I haven't gone to bed that early since elementary school!! _ Whatever, next chapter coming soon!!!! ^_^
Spike: No it's not.
Dream: YES IT IS!