I guess everyone has lost interest in this story. I don't think I got any reviews for the last chapter (I haven't been on today, so I'm not sure if I got any today. Don't kill me if someone did) I ran out of songs from Nickelback.so, here's one by Disturbed called 'Conflict'. For once it isn't the name of the chapter. The lyrics aren't exactly as in the song, it leaves some of it out.I think.Well, enough of my rambling. You know where the story starts.

~*~ = Lyrics

Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or the song.

Code Red

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You are enemy

You are my hated enemy

I am enemy

Number one rated enemy

I'm labeled enemy

I am your mortal enemy

My actions enemy

Make me your bitter enemy

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Jet found Spike readying his Jericho for another showdown.

"Please tell me you aren't doing this again." Jet sighed.

"Doing what again?" Spike decided to act stupid, which wasn't a very good idea.

"Don't give me that shit, Spike." Jet told him.

"I'm not gonna get in the same situation as I was in with Vicious, okay!" Spike tried to stay calm.

He wasn't in the best of moods and Jet was being overprotective when Spike was just a partner. Spike noticed his mistake in yelling.

"Sorry, but look. I'm not going to get half killed in the process of killing this guy. I'll be back." Spike reassured Jet as he walked by him to go get the other ammo and explosives.

Jet shook his head. 'Crazy kid' Jet thought. Spike turned around.

"Oh, and I'm not a kid." Spike smirked.

Jet started wondering if he could read minds.

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All the world around enemy

They're tearing up the ground enemy

They're drawn in by the sound

Enemy, enemy, I must eliminate my enemy

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Soon enough Spike was in front of a huge building. He slowly slid into building without being noticed. There was no one in the first room that Spike entered. He saw two stairways, each leading to the opposite side from the other. Spike decided to take the stairway on his right. He burst through the door ready to fire, but there was no one to fire at.

Spike was thoroughly stumped to say the least. He looked around for another door or staircase. Spike sighed and wondered if this was worth it, but the visions of Faye's bloodied body and her gravestone made him push that thought to the back of his head.

Spike ran down the stairs and quickly up the one on the left. Spike burst through that door. There was only two people in there so Spike quickly shot the one on the left in his head and the other in both of his kneecaps. Spike quickly shot the gun away from the man as well. He walked over to the man.

"Where is Code?" Spike questioned, making sure the man's gun was far enough away.

"Why would I tell you?" The man asked.

"I could just let you sit here and drown in your own blood or until someone comes to get you, but that would a hell of a lot of suffering. If you told me I'd end your suffering."

The man's face turned grim.

"The workers never know where he is. You're wasting your time looking in here because no one will be here. We were the only two."

"Code is protected by only two people?"

"No.They moved to another building. We were just getting the last of the papers."

"What papers?"

"It tells you were the building is.read them on your way. Now shoot me or something!"

Spike started to run back the way he came. The man shouted a 'hey' and Spike kicked back the man's gun.

"You should have never entered this business." Spike stated as he was out the door and down the steps with the small stack of papers.



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Your people enemy

My people's hated enemy

What are you enemy

Though a created enemy

Terminate the enemy

Eradicate the hated enemy

I am an enemy

My very greatest enemy

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Spike flipped through the papers trying to find the address or planet or something that could tell him where Code was. Spike was getting frustrated when he couldn't find anything. At the last paper he found an address-the paper was filled out by Code himself. Spike grinned as he hopped into the Swordfish. He gunned the engines and down the rode he went.

Spike finally got to another building. It looked a lot like the other one, except it was taller. Spike knew this wouldn't be as easy as last time, so Spike opened the door. Around fifty people were lined up at the end of the hallway/room. Code was in front of the people saying something that Spike- surprisingly-couldn't make out.

Spike noticed that his entrance had gone unnoticed, so he thought that he'd make himself known. He took one grenade out from under his trench. With a yank of his teeth and a flick of his wrist the grenade was sent all the way across the room. Many of the men scattered. One of them tried to throw it back, but only got it halfway and it ended up killing more people than it would have if he would've left it there.

Spike grinned when Code saw him. Code's confused expression was replaced with a scornful one. Spike thought he could make out his last name in the movement of Code's lips. Spike's grin grew. Code curled his lip up in disgust as he drew his gun and started shooting. Spike also drew his Jericho and started to run to the closest thing he could use as shelter. A wall.

Spike's other hand grabbed a .45 and he shot the few men behind the wall. He hoped that no more would come out. He brought the other gun to the front of him to start shooting at the men that were now flooding into the room. Spike jumped into the hallway just in time to avoid the many bullets that were being slung his way.

Spike gritted his teeth as he brought out another grenade. He tossed it and the men scattered again. No one tried to throw it back this time. Spike looked around and cursed himself for losing sight of Code. He didn't let that last long as he started thinking about the men he had in front of him as he started shooting.

He ran out into the open when he had the men cut down to about twenty. (I had all of the paragraphs starting with Spike so I just had to use 'he, lol) He shot many of the men around a doorway that he wanted to get through. He finally made it there with just a glazed arm from a bullet.

Spike looked around at where he was. There was a stairway leading up so Spike decided to take it. When he burst through the door there was a shadow of only one man. Spike squinted into the blackness.

"Code." Spike snarled.

"Spike." Code said more nonchalantly.

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You try to tell me that you love life

Then find another way to kill life

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"Why'd you do that to Faye?" Spike questioned.

"Why'd you have to kill my brother, an innocent bystander." Code snapped.

"Your brother?"

"The man with me at the cemetery."

"I wouldn't call him a innocent bystander and that happened after you did that to Faye!"

"She got in my way!"

Spike couldn't argue with that. He used to kill people who got in his way. Spike swallowed. His eyes darting around with new adrenaline. He lunged at Code who lunged at him at the same time. Spike collided with him, but Spike pushed hard and Code was sent sprawling. Code collected himself and drew his gun, but Spike was faster and he shot him in the leg.

Spike meant to hit him where it would kill him, but Code must've moved or Spike was way off. Code shot a few times at Spike, but never hit him. Spike ducked behind a office bench type thing, Spike couldn't make it out in the darkness, but it stood up to bullets and that's what Spike cared about. Spike peeked out to see where Cole went. The dumbass was lighting a cigarette.

"What, do you think this is a game?" Spike asked irritated.

Then it hit him. He wanted one to. Spike tried to push the wanting into the back of his mind, but it didn't work out so well. 'Damn all nicotine.' Spike thought as he turned at shot at the barely see-able Code. Through his shooting and Code all he heard were laughs. Laughs like how Vicious would laugh and laughs like how he presumed Code would laugh.

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Wanting, love life

Needing, kill life

Wanting, love life

Needing, kill life

Enemy

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What a crappy way to end a chapter, huh? Well, that was a long chapter. Or atleast to me it was. For this particular story I'm not used to typing so much, so now my fingers and arms are tired. My legs were already tired and aching from jumping off the swing (don't ask.) My back hurts from putting up a two-ton bed for guests. And I'm just not in that good of a mood right now. Well, anyway thanks for reading, I hope you liked it, please REVIEW, and cya!