Hello everyone and welcome to the ninth chapter of Requiem. It's been a long wait, I know, but I was in Vegas. WOO HOO! Anyhow… I promise this to be a good chapter… Time for more cliffhangers bitch! YEAH!!!
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Faye stared at Spike, horror shining in her eyes. Spike's boyish grin was fading around the edges as the reality hit him. He was safe. Faye was in danger.
"Faye, why did you bother to come in here with nothing more than a pistol?" Spike asked.
"I thought I could win the boys over with my charm and good looks." She replied, dripping with sarcasm.
"Ms. Valentine," Vicious cold voice quickly cut in. "You must pay for the damages you caused to save your boyfriend."
"Spike is not my boyfriend!" Faye turned slightly red.
"Never the less, Julia sacrificed her life for him, you shall pay yours." Spike growled from behind the bars. Vicious smiled as he unsheathed his katana.
"You heartless bastard!" Spike snarled. "Leave Faye out of this!"
"Will you be willing to lose your life in exchange for hers?"
"Yes." Spike looked down at the ground.
"Afraid to lose Faye like you lost Julia, Spike?" Vicious stared intently at the caged bounty hunter, enjoying watching the many emotions play across his face.
"I…" Spike trailed off. Faye's heart skipped a few beats. Was this it? The confession she was waiting for?"
"Do you love her Spike?" Vicious grinned malevolently. Faye's tried as hard as she could to avoid meeting Spike's eyes which were no doubt scanning her face. She heard Spike sigh and could almost hear the grin on his face."
"Of course."
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The man behind Ed staggered backwards, a large hole in his chest. Ed grinned evilly, aiming the machine gun at the other man's head.
"Let Jet go or get ready for bang!" Ed jumped up and down excitedly. Her first victim hit the pavement with a dull thump.
"Drop the gun little boy or I kill him!" The man screamed. He didn't know who he was messing with.
"Like hell you will." Jet raised his leg and kicked the man as hard as he could in the knee. A loud crack cut the night. The man fell to the ground, tear streaming down his face. Ed walked over to him, finger playing over the trigger.
"I'm… I'm sorry… Please don't kill me…" The man sobbed as he cradled his shattered knee. Jet loomed over him and smiled.
"You expect me to forgive you when you almost killed me? Sorry hotshot." Jet kicked the man in the temple. The man's sobs ended.
"Aww…" Ed cried, lowering the gun. "I wanted to shoot him…"
"Save the ammo, your going to need it."
"Are we going in now?" Ed asked.
"Damn right."
"YES! BANG BANG!!!" Ed jumped around Jet as he drew his pistol.
"It's game time."
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Jason's leg throbbed with pain. The only thing keeping the pain to a dull throb was the thought of that bitch's head blown to pieces.
His leg had been put into a tourniquet and Jason was up and about, ordering groups of men to find Faye. By now, she should be full of holes or face-to-face with Vicious. Either way, she was dead. That thought brought a grim grin to the man's face.
Jason walked down the hallway leading to the cells were Spike was being held. Bodies lay strewn around. He knew it had to be that purple haired bitch's work. That fucking whore. Jason continued to limp down the hallway; the door to the holding area lay in front of him.
A shotgun rested comfortably in his hands. By the end of the night, a nice hole would be where her chest used to be. Just as he reached the door, the sound of gunshots made him spin around. Before he could make sense of the scene in front of him, bullets thudded into his chest. The back of his head hit the ground with a dull thump.
The last thing Jason saw before the darkness consumed his body was not the light of Heaven but the thought of Faye's dead body.
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Shouting voices ran by Jet and Ed's hiding space. When the hall became quiet, the two popped out, guns scanning the room.
They began to move down the hallway. The information that the guard "willingly" gave to Jet said that the holding cells were just at the end of this hallway. What the guard didn't mention was that the hallway was heavily guarded. Just meant more people would lose their lives. Neither Ed nor Jet seemed to care.
Ed was humming her own theme music as they strolled down the empty corridor. The tune was sort of catchy but Jet refused to hum, no matter how catchy the song.
As they reached the corner, the sound of voices reached Jet's ears. He motioned for Ed to lean against the wall. Jet took a peak around the corner and saw to guards mumbling about something. They seemed to be unarmed.
"Ed," Jet whispered to the girl. "There's two guards. Get ready to jump out and fire."
"YES! BANG BANG!" Ed yelled. Jet cursed under his breath as the two guards walked towards them.
The first guard turned the corner and was greeted by Jet's elbow. Blood sprayed everywhere as the unconscious man hit the ground.
The second guard received the same treatment except with Jet's fist. After the work was done, they began their walk down the hall.
A long shadow loomed around the last bend. Jet's gun was already in his hand. Ed was scanning the corners with the barrel of her gun.
Carefully, they stalked after their final victim. Jet didn't bother looking around the corner. He and Ed jumped out, guns a blazing, so to speak.
Jet's first bullet went wild and hit the wall behind the man. The guard swung around and Jet noticed that his leg was in a cast. It was to late to ponder though. Ed fired and spurts of blood exploded from the man's chest. He hit the ground headfirst.
"These should be the holding cells, Jet." Ed confirmed. Jet looked at the girl and couldn't help but smile. They were saving the crew.
"Alright, let's go and finish wha-" A scream from the holding area cut Jet off in midsentence. Jet and Ed exchanged glances then looked back at the door.
"Sounded like a man." Jet stated.
Ed looked up at the man and shook her head.
"Sounded like Spike."
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Faye gasped as her heart skipped two beats.
"Well, as I said, are you willing to die for her?" Vicious continued to smirk like some beast.
"Yes." Spike said.
"Then try ands stop me from killing her."
Faye was suddenly thrown back into reality by Vicious' words. She looked at Vicious and then to Spike.
"Give me the keys Vicious."
"This is supposed to be a challenge Spike. Giving you the keys would make things to simple." Vicious laughed and Faye shivered. "You know I have never been simple."
"Afraid I'll kill you again?"
"No."
"Then give me the keys."
Vicious stared at the caged bounty hunter. "You're weak Spike. You were weak when I met you and you are weak now. I guess," Vicious pulled the key ring from his pants pocket. "for the sake of one last battle, I could give you the keys." He threw them to Spike.
Faye watched Spike open the lock as the thoughts passed through her mind. Did he say what I think he said? Does he…love me?
Before she knew what was going on, Spike had a gun in his hand and was aimed at Vicious head. Faye looked for Vicious and jumped when she felt a blade at her throat.
"A dilemma." Vicious stared at Spike. "You could miss. Then the girl dies, and then you die."
"I don't miss."
"Are you sure? No one can be that good Spike."
"Just do it Spike!" Faye yelled.
"Shut up Faye!" Spike growled.
"A lover's quarell. The first of many if you both survive."
"Fuck you." Spike and Faye said in unison.
"Come on Spike. Finish the job." Vicious grinned. A drop of sweat rolled down Spike's face. Faye trembled slightly in Vicious strong arm.
Spike grinned. "Your funeral."
BANG!
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I know it took me over a month but it's here now. A little short but I wrote it at midnight. I know you are all going to hate me but the next chapter will be the last. With school going on, I will try to write as much as I can but can't guarantee the chapter quickly… anyhow… ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER!!! Well all, you better not leave yet…the next one is the last.
-Seann