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Spike leapt from the Swordfish 2 in a run for the hallway. He was sure that something bad had happened, he could feel it. He stopped at the edge of the hallway, looking down at Jet's body and the blood that dripped from his temple. He didn't know if he should move forward. Hell, the man didn't even know if he could move forward. What was waiting for him down the hall? Swallowing hard, he walked over to Jet and dipped down, placing two fingers at the man's neck.
He was alive. Looking more closely now, he could see that the old man was breathing. He was glad, in a way, but the much wanted relief never washed over him. Slowly, he crept toward Faye's room. He saw the bent and broken door and fear seized him. Spike was sure that it was no longer himself that kept walking, but that he had been possessed. Another deep breath and he turned to step into the room.
Miss matched eyes scanned the room to find Faye, never moving. He took no time in closing that gap between himself and her. She was still breathing, but in no better or worse condition than when he left her. Looking around, he found spotted the knife that lay on the cold floor of the Bebop. Lifting it closer to his face, he noticed the blood that dripped from it. His heart skipped a beat. Who's blood was it?
The man found himself frantically looking through the room. When he didn't find his son there, he dashed back into the hallway, nearly tripping over the deformed door. "Gage!" his voice echoed mournfully down the hall. "Gage!" He shouted it louder this time, but the feeling in the pit of his stomach told him that Gage was no longer there with him. Placing a hand to his forehead, he slid back against a wall.
'Why?' he found himself thinking as he sunk to the floor, his eyes locked on the knife that he still held. The feeling that washed over him now was worse even than what he felt when his father died, when Julia fell. It was worse than when he took Faye to the hospital that day long ago. He was so accustomed to not feeling loss, to blocking it out. When he was in the syndicate he was forced to do it every day. . .It came natural. However, now, that wall had been torn down. He had made a family. He had demolished that wall so long ago and now it was impossible to get it back.
Slowly, the sadness began slipping away. In replace of it there was anger. No, not anger. . .it was rage. Pure and simple fury, hated, and rage. Pulling himself back to his feet he slammed the knife into the wall opposite him. The roar that escaped him as he did this echoed back to him through the hall. It also succeeded in waking Jet. A moan emitted from down the hall. "I'll find you," he promised Gage, "and I'll kill whoever did this."
Spike knew he would. He knew it would happen, plain and simple. However, first thing was first. He had to take care of those that were around him right now.
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Another chapter. Kind of like a filler. . .with feeling. You like? Don't like? Review and tell me!