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Review me or my evil baby bunny Mr. Fuzz shall attack you!!! T.T And thank you to my one reviewer. ::Glomps sweet fragance:: (And yes, I do have an evil baby bunny named Mr. Fuzz. He's so cute! My bunnies had babies a few weeks ago, if you were wondering what I was ranting about.)
IMPORTANT NOTE: I never made this clear before, but this takes place after The Real Folk Blues. I just never told you how Spike lived. O.o;; Sorry 'bout that.
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Spike's eyes shot open in surprise as the familiar sound of gunfire rung in his ears. Glancing around the cell he was held in, he figured out that it wasn't directed at him. Walking over to the bars, he peered through them and that's where he saw it. Across the wide room, a hole was forming. There were two apparently dead or injured bodies laying nearby that no one had to guts to attempt to drag away from the gunfire. Who could be shooting at the ISSP police station? And why?
There were people running away from the threat while others were running outside to determine what, or who, it was and how they could stop it, or them. Spike watched as the bullets began to roman further into the room, destroying more of the wall and many desks. Spike smiled as he saw that across from the hole was the power box that kept the cells locked. Now, if they could just hit that. . .yes!
Sparks flew everywhere as bullets began pelting that side of the room. There was a small fire forming from the power box and a loud whining noise could be heard before the bars slid back. Instead of darting out of the door as many others did, Spike waited a moment. Most of the officers went after the others who had fled, completely forgetting about him. Yes, this was his chance. Spike then jetted out the door as no one was looking.
He knew that whoever was firing moments before had suddenly stopped, so Spike decided that he would escape using the large hole in the wall. As he leapt from the building, he fell a foot and landed already running. No one had noticed the green-haired man break out therefore no one followed him. He had escaped easily. Despite the pain he was experiencing, Spike kept a fast pace, being sure to avoid as many people as possible. All he had to do was make it back to the Bebop.
Spike growled as he heard the familiar hum of a zip craft engine. Looking up, Spike suddenly realized that it was too familiar as a sloppy grin crossed his face. ""Hello Jet!" .
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Jet sat in the living room of the Bebop, comforting, or trying to, a sobbing Gage. "She'll be alright." Jet told the young boy, wrapping his real arm around the child. Gage didn't reply or move to accept the gesture. Spike was in Faye's room, silently watching her. She had been shot in the chest, but, as far as they knew, nothing vital had been hit. She was still breathing and that was all that mattered.
Spike's hands came up to support his head as he rubbed his temples. How could Code be alive? When will he strike next? Why hadn't he attacked them until now? The police would probably have someone searching for him. Or would they? After all, he didn't kill anyone. Shaking his head, Spike sighed. Stress was very bad for a man. He loved his life now with Faye and Gage, but he couldn't help but miss the nonchalant life he led when it was just Jet and himself.
Reaching out, Spike pressed a few of Faye's purple locks from her face. This was terrible. How could he have let this happen? He could have made sure that Code was dead. He shouldn't have sent Faye and Gage out by themselves. There were so many things he could have done, but he didn't. Spike couldn't help but blame himself for his wife's condition as he watched her. Her upper chest was wrapped in bandages and her position hadn't changed in the past day. It was almost as if she was dead. Old memories resurfaced with that thought and Spike struggled to beat them down. Only one word echoed in Spike's mind as he watched the fallen form of his wife. 'Fight.'
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Spike was asleep sitting up on the couch while Gage was stretched out on the piece of furniture, taking up most of the room on it. They were both jolted awake when something struck the Bebop and they were both flung forward and off of the couch. Spike's first thoughts were 'what did we hit?' while Gage's were along the lines of 'Code is back.' Standing, the tall man told his son to go check on his mother as he went to find Jet.
Gage agreed that he'd do that and he took off in the direction of the room that his mother was in. Spike was headed toward Jet's room, which was in the opposite direction. He met the man just as he walked into the control room. Jet was muttering profanities as he looked at the screen, pressing and switching many different buttons. "What is it?" Spike asked, curious and confused. "Someone hit us," Jet then answered as his eyes narrowed. "Look," He told Spike as he pressed another button and the screen in front of them locked onto a ship and zoomed in on it.
Spike's jaw dropped as he saw the decal that rested on the side of the black zip craft. It was the Red Dragon emblem. "I destroyed that syndicate," Spike growled, his anger and bewilderment clearly showing on his face. So, was Vicious still alive or were his followers attempting to destroy him? Or was it Code who took over and regrouped the Dragons? The latter seemed the most probable. "I'm going out there," Spike spoke to Jet as he began to exit the room, "Try to hold yourself up until then."
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Yes, I am going somewhere with all of this. I know its taking a long time and is boring, but please bear with me for a little bit longer. I've got a few more things to do to set up for later chapters and I don't have enough time to write long chapters. Sorry! Anyway, please REVIEW! I might update faster if I got more reviews than usual. Thanks for reading, hope you liked, cya!
Review me or my evil baby bunny Mr. Fuzz shall attack you!!! T.T And thank you to my one reviewer. ::Glomps sweet fragance:: (And yes, I do have an evil baby bunny named Mr. Fuzz. He's so cute! My bunnies had babies a few weeks ago, if you were wondering what I was ranting about.)
IMPORTANT NOTE: I never made this clear before, but this takes place after The Real Folk Blues. I just never told you how Spike lived. O.o;; Sorry 'bout that.
- -
Spike's eyes shot open in surprise as the familiar sound of gunfire rung in his ears. Glancing around the cell he was held in, he figured out that it wasn't directed at him. Walking over to the bars, he peered through them and that's where he saw it. Across the wide room, a hole was forming. There were two apparently dead or injured bodies laying nearby that no one had to guts to attempt to drag away from the gunfire. Who could be shooting at the ISSP police station? And why?
There were people running away from the threat while others were running outside to determine what, or who, it was and how they could stop it, or them. Spike watched as the bullets began to roman further into the room, destroying more of the wall and many desks. Spike smiled as he saw that across from the hole was the power box that kept the cells locked. Now, if they could just hit that. . .yes!
Sparks flew everywhere as bullets began pelting that side of the room. There was a small fire forming from the power box and a loud whining noise could be heard before the bars slid back. Instead of darting out of the door as many others did, Spike waited a moment. Most of the officers went after the others who had fled, completely forgetting about him. Yes, this was his chance. Spike then jetted out the door as no one was looking.
He knew that whoever was firing moments before had suddenly stopped, so Spike decided that he would escape using the large hole in the wall. As he leapt from the building, he fell a foot and landed already running. No one had noticed the green-haired man break out therefore no one followed him. He had escaped easily. Despite the pain he was experiencing, Spike kept a fast pace, being sure to avoid as many people as possible. All he had to do was make it back to the Bebop.
Spike growled as he heard the familiar hum of a zip craft engine. Looking up, Spike suddenly realized that it was too familiar as a sloppy grin crossed his face. ""Hello Jet!" .
- -
Jet sat in the living room of the Bebop, comforting, or trying to, a sobbing Gage. "She'll be alright." Jet told the young boy, wrapping his real arm around the child. Gage didn't reply or move to accept the gesture. Spike was in Faye's room, silently watching her. She had been shot in the chest, but, as far as they knew, nothing vital had been hit. She was still breathing and that was all that mattered.
Spike's hands came up to support his head as he rubbed his temples. How could Code be alive? When will he strike next? Why hadn't he attacked them until now? The police would probably have someone searching for him. Or would they? After all, he didn't kill anyone. Shaking his head, Spike sighed. Stress was very bad for a man. He loved his life now with Faye and Gage, but he couldn't help but miss the nonchalant life he led when it was just Jet and himself.
Reaching out, Spike pressed a few of Faye's purple locks from her face. This was terrible. How could he have let this happen? He could have made sure that Code was dead. He shouldn't have sent Faye and Gage out by themselves. There were so many things he could have done, but he didn't. Spike couldn't help but blame himself for his wife's condition as he watched her. Her upper chest was wrapped in bandages and her position hadn't changed in the past day. It was almost as if she was dead. Old memories resurfaced with that thought and Spike struggled to beat them down. Only one word echoed in Spike's mind as he watched the fallen form of his wife. 'Fight.'
- -
Spike was asleep sitting up on the couch while Gage was stretched out on the piece of furniture, taking up most of the room on it. They were both jolted awake when something struck the Bebop and they were both flung forward and off of the couch. Spike's first thoughts were 'what did we hit?' while Gage's were along the lines of 'Code is back.' Standing, the tall man told his son to go check on his mother as he went to find Jet.
Gage agreed that he'd do that and he took off in the direction of the room that his mother was in. Spike was headed toward Jet's room, which was in the opposite direction. He met the man just as he walked into the control room. Jet was muttering profanities as he looked at the screen, pressing and switching many different buttons. "What is it?" Spike asked, curious and confused. "Someone hit us," Jet then answered as his eyes narrowed. "Look," He told Spike as he pressed another button and the screen in front of them locked onto a ship and zoomed in on it.
Spike's jaw dropped as he saw the decal that rested on the side of the black zip craft. It was the Red Dragon emblem. "I destroyed that syndicate," Spike growled, his anger and bewilderment clearly showing on his face. So, was Vicious still alive or were his followers attempting to destroy him? Or was it Code who took over and regrouped the Dragons? The latter seemed the most probable. "I'm going out there," Spike spoke to Jet as he began to exit the room, "Try to hold yourself up until then."
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Yes, I am going somewhere with all of this. I know its taking a long time and is boring, but please bear with me for a little bit longer. I've got a few more things to do to set up for later chapters and I don't have enough time to write long chapters. Sorry! Anyway, please REVIEW! I might update faster if I got more reviews than usual. Thanks for reading, hope you liked, cya!