Disclaimer: I own NOTHING of BEBOP,only the delusions that from here on out commence...
IT'S BEEN A WHILE, BUT THANK YOU TO THE REVIEWERS! I DO APPRECIATE THEM EVEN THOUGH I DON'T DESERVE THEM.
A/N: hides in a corner I know, it's hard to believe I'm not dead. I justkind of lost interest in this story. But then out of the blue, my muse decided it'd be best to start writing on it again. AND AS A WARNING>>>> Those of you who were confused before, will most likely stay that way. BUT that can't be helped. I mean, if you actually have certain questions, let me know in your review and I'll clear up what I can. But this chapter is getting closer to the truth... which will be revealed pretty soon I think. Anyway, enough delaying...
Spike shot up, sweat drenching him with a sheen of moisture. The room was dark, save one beam of light that peered through a hole in the wall to his left. As his pupils adjusted to the darkness he got up and began to feel his way around the room.
"Where am I?"
Spike made his way to the light. He found upon further inspection, the hole was big enough to fit his hand through. He couldn't make out anything on the other side of it though.
"Something's weird about this room."
Spike had made a round feeling along each of the four walls.
"There's no door."
The initial thought panicked him and he began to bang loudly on one of the walls.
"Hey, let me out of here. What the hell is going on? Where am I?"
When he got no answer he made his way back to where the light was coming from. It was a bright yellow light, but not warm like the sun.
So he came to the conclusion he was in some sort of building. He could hear voices coming from outside of the room. They seemed distant and if you could see a voice it would have been foggy. The words couldn't be distinguished, even though they were slow and drawn out.
He squinted his eyes looking through the hole. But still he couldn't make anything out, just a bright light.
He brought his head back and leaned against the wall.
"Where the hell am I? I don't remember anything. Why can't I remember?"
With each thought, he became more frustrated. And the more frustrated he became the more he inched his body down the wall into until finally he was sitting.
Head in his hands he tried to listen to the voices. He tried to distinguish what they were saying.
"Hey, I can hear you, ya know?"
He sighed when they just kept mumbling.
"I could really go for a smoke."
He laughed and turned sideways lying down on the floor instead of going back over to the bed, if it was even a bed. It could have been just an old cot for all he knew.
He laid an arm over his face and let the other stretch out from his body. He ran it along the wooden surface of the floor. Unconsciously he started to grip at something.
An oblong structure protruding from the floor. His fingers wrapped around it awkwardly. It was cold. Metal. Then it dawned on him.
Spike shot up to his side and squirmed closer to where his hand held the smooth object that seemed to be glued to the floor.
"What the hell is this? No, it can't be. Is this..."
He pulled on the metal and sure enough...
"It's the door?"
Spike pulled until he was standing and let the hatch fall open. He peered down into an even more dark room, if that was possible. He felt the edge for a ladder of some sort and sure enough there was one leading the a lower level room. He began his decent.
"Why the hell would they put a door in the floor. It's as if I'm in some sort of attic."
Spike shivered involuntarily remembering the last time something like this happened. It involved, a crab and a mutant space creature.
"That was the last time I ever even thought about crab."
He stumbled as his foot slipped off the bottom of the of the ladder. His arms flailed about in circles as he tried to balance himself back out before he went flying backwards. But as luck would have it, it didn't help.
Spike groaned as he lay there with his eyes closed. He cracked one eye open and his mouth gaped at what he saw.
"What the...?"
He rubbed his face and squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again.
"That can't be there."
His breathing had started to quicken and he found that soon he was short of breath. He closed his eyes again, chanting in his head.
"That's not real. This isn't real. When I open my eyes it won't be there. It can't be there. It's impossible. It's not real. It's not real. Spike get a grip. Someone is just trying to mess with your head."
He warily began to ease open his eyes. They widened at the realization that what he was seeing was in fact there. He reached out as if trying to touch the thing. But he couldn't reach it. It was suspended in the air above him. They all were.
The Bebop, a little to his left. The Hammerhead next to it. The Red Tail to the right a little. And his Swordfish II right in the center. It was there hanging above his head. They were all there. But something was odd about them. They all seemed miniature. It was as if they were models of the original ships.
"Who would have models of our starships? More importantly why would anyone want them?"
Spike sat up and slowly stood. He looked back up at the suspended figures. That's when it dawned on him that he could actually see them. He could see them! There was light in the room!
He quickly let his eyes scan the rest of the room. There were lighting fixtures free standing in the room. To his left he noticed a sidewalk.
'A sidewalk? What the hell?'
Spike walked over to it. There was a lamp, but it wasn't working. He reached out to touch it, but it felt like cardboard. And his feet sank into whatever the sidewalk was made of.
"This seems familiar to me."
He looked around some more and noticed a wall that seemed to be a painting of a scene from outdoors. He walked away from it and further down the crunchy substance he had deduced as styrofoam.
Images were slowly coming back to him. The bar, Val, the statue he had run into on the sidewalk, the voice that belonged to it. Spike stopped dead in his tracks.
"Wait! The sidewalk. The lamp."
He quickly spun around and looked back at where he had been standing. It was an exact replica. The painted wall, everything was the same.
Spike grabbed his head as a wave of confusion hit him. He was dizzy and his vision was blurring again. He was backing up little by little until he bumped into something almost causing it to fall over along with himself.
But he managed to stay on his feet. When he turned around he immediately felt sick. When his eyes focused, he realized they were peering through a window. But not just any window. He was looking into Luke's. Only Luke's wasn't there. There was just another dark room behind the wall. Fed up with it all, Spike screamed at the top of his lungs.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"
With that last yell, he fainted.
A/A/N: DUN DUN DUN... what the hell IS going on? Bwa ha ha ha he seems to faint a lot. Um, review, complain, do whatever ya want. Sorry it's so short. But at least it's something. >. Later later ;p
