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Ah hah, so, short wait, no? Sorry, but no song this time. Also, I have a question! Spike's gun was a Jericho…or something like that, right? If not, please tell me!
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Before the couple could leave the alley, a shadow spread across the ground in front of them. Spike found himself frowning, having a good hunch of who it would be. Mechanically, his hand went to the gun he always carried. He had returned Faye's glock to her as she rounded up the knives she had thrown. Spike didn't know when she learned that, but he knew that he hadn't seen it before. It must have been lately then?
However, there was no time to think of that as he saw the shadow's owner. His hunch was right. Code stood before him, his deathly pale body contrasting sharply with the dark clothes he wore. Spike noted that one of his hands were beneath his coat, in all probability it was gripping a gun. "Hello Spike," Code's voice floated over the silence and he stole a look at Faye, a sinister grin twisting his lips. "Faye," he then added.
Deciding not to waist time, Spike raised a gun, aiming it at the other man's head and firing. Although Code saw this coming and sidestepped before it him, the bullet collided with a drainpipe attached to the wall of the building behind him. There was a metallic shriek from the pipe as it fell. Code had to jump out of the way, making the mistake of watching the pipe rather than Spike.
Spike came barreling towards him, arm raised in a smooth punch. Code realized this seconds after it was too late and the Cowboy's fist came down, crunching against his nose and sending Code spiraling backwards. As he fell, Code's arm raised and his finger squeezed the trigger of the gun that he'd been holding. Twice. Two bullets flew at Spike, one whizzing by him while the other caught him on the arm.
It only scratched by him, but it was a deep scratch. Spike registered a brief second of pain before once again aiming his Jericho at the man before him. He jumped up with surprising speed as bullet ricocheted off of the cement where his body had been laying mere seconds ago. The fuzzy-haired man's aim followed him, still squeezing off bullets, but each was a second too late of hitting Code.
Code flashed a maniacal grin as he disappeared into another alley. Spike heard the familiar sounds of a gun being reloaded and he quickly did the same to the Jericho.
"Hey bounty boy!" Code's voice once again floated in the silence stretched out between them. "Perhaps you should be checking on your partner rather than wasting your time trying to kill me!" He then said, emphasizing the word 'trying.' Spike snarled, wondering what the other man was talking about and knowing at the same time that it couldn't be good.
Two shots, fired in anger, hit the side of the building that Code had vanished behind. However, it wasn't Spike that had fired them. Faye had also reloaded, a snarl more feral and vicious than Spike's was plastered on her face as she stared at the building. It was as though she wished that it would explode and reveal the man behind it so she could finish what she came to do.
She'd be damned if Spike got to him first. Code was her kill! How dare he even try to take that from her? Faye didn't voice these opinions at the time, but she knew she would have to later. If there would be a later. If she they didn't kill Code right then and there. He then reappeared from that street, gun pointed directly at the woman instead of her male comrade.
Spike found himself jumping at Faye, knocking her out of the way as three bullets were shot at her. He felt the all-too-familiar sharp pang of pain as a bullet entered his side and another grazed his other shoulder.
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Erm . . . Well, there ya go. Another chappy. Isn't it cute? Eh-heh. . . I'll just leave now. Oh yeah, and please leave a review! I appreciate them and they help! Especially when there's a bit of criticism to help as well! Don't make me start typing in SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES! Lol, kidding. Okay, I'm leaving now. Thanks for reading and all that good stuff, goodbye.
Ah hah, so, short wait, no? Sorry, but no song this time. Also, I have a question! Spike's gun was a Jericho…or something like that, right? If not, please tell me!
- - -
Before the couple could leave the alley, a shadow spread across the ground in front of them. Spike found himself frowning, having a good hunch of who it would be. Mechanically, his hand went to the gun he always carried. He had returned Faye's glock to her as she rounded up the knives she had thrown. Spike didn't know when she learned that, but he knew that he hadn't seen it before. It must have been lately then?
However, there was no time to think of that as he saw the shadow's owner. His hunch was right. Code stood before him, his deathly pale body contrasting sharply with the dark clothes he wore. Spike noted that one of his hands were beneath his coat, in all probability it was gripping a gun. "Hello Spike," Code's voice floated over the silence and he stole a look at Faye, a sinister grin twisting his lips. "Faye," he then added.
Deciding not to waist time, Spike raised a gun, aiming it at the other man's head and firing. Although Code saw this coming and sidestepped before it him, the bullet collided with a drainpipe attached to the wall of the building behind him. There was a metallic shriek from the pipe as it fell. Code had to jump out of the way, making the mistake of watching the pipe rather than Spike.
Spike came barreling towards him, arm raised in a smooth punch. Code realized this seconds after it was too late and the Cowboy's fist came down, crunching against his nose and sending Code spiraling backwards. As he fell, Code's arm raised and his finger squeezed the trigger of the gun that he'd been holding. Twice. Two bullets flew at Spike, one whizzing by him while the other caught him on the arm.
It only scratched by him, but it was a deep scratch. Spike registered a brief second of pain before once again aiming his Jericho at the man before him. He jumped up with surprising speed as bullet ricocheted off of the cement where his body had been laying mere seconds ago. The fuzzy-haired man's aim followed him, still squeezing off bullets, but each was a second too late of hitting Code.
Code flashed a maniacal grin as he disappeared into another alley. Spike heard the familiar sounds of a gun being reloaded and he quickly did the same to the Jericho.
"Hey bounty boy!" Code's voice once again floated in the silence stretched out between them. "Perhaps you should be checking on your partner rather than wasting your time trying to kill me!" He then said, emphasizing the word 'trying.' Spike snarled, wondering what the other man was talking about and knowing at the same time that it couldn't be good.
Two shots, fired in anger, hit the side of the building that Code had vanished behind. However, it wasn't Spike that had fired them. Faye had also reloaded, a snarl more feral and vicious than Spike's was plastered on her face as she stared at the building. It was as though she wished that it would explode and reveal the man behind it so she could finish what she came to do.
She'd be damned if Spike got to him first. Code was her kill! How dare he even try to take that from her? Faye didn't voice these opinions at the time, but she knew she would have to later. If there would be a later. If she they didn't kill Code right then and there. He then reappeared from that street, gun pointed directly at the woman instead of her male comrade.
Spike found himself jumping at Faye, knocking her out of the way as three bullets were shot at her. He felt the all-too-familiar sharp pang of pain as a bullet entered his side and another grazed his other shoulder.
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Erm . . . Well, there ya go. Another chappy. Isn't it cute? Eh-heh. . . I'll just leave now. Oh yeah, and please leave a review! I appreciate them and they help! Especially when there's a bit of criticism to help as well! Don't make me start typing in SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES! Lol, kidding. Okay, I'm leaving now. Thanks for reading and all that good stuff, goodbye.