Addiction

Chapter 7

By: Rachel

Rated: M

Genre: Drama/Romance

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So here's chapter 7! Thanks for the reviews, you guys are awesome! Anyway, sorry for any major drama in this chapter, because for most of it, I was blaring the Shadow Hearts soundtrack's while writing it. If you have yet to play the Shadow Hearts games…NOT to be confused with Kingdom Hearts…(it is NOT Kingdom Hearts AT ALL) Anyway it's a gothic, romantic/drama/comedy RPG, which many find to be even better than the Final Fantasy series. So yes. This is a game series to try out. I highly recommend playing Shadow Hearts 1, before Shadow Hearts 2 – Covenant. Shadow Hearts 3 is in the making and will be coming to the US thanks for its widely growing fan base. It's my favorite game series, and a HUGE inspiration. The soundtrack is amazing. What you think would be done with a guitar is done with a violin…and damn…the things they do are…DAMN…just listen and enjoy. Here is a link to my favorite song. It's a download and it'll start playing right away on a music player for you! Anyway, it's like rock opera, with kick ass vocals in a lot of the songs too! SOOO GREAT!

http / bluelaguna . net /downloads / mp3s / sh2 / 59 20 20The 20Fate 20 7E 20Cluster 20Amaryllis . mp3 – if they don't show…after 59 where there are spaces put present signs!

Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop.

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"We've located the hospital he was staying in." The man spoke, a smile on his pale face as his lips curled.

"Really, is he still there?" Jared spoke his voice filled with mirth. Maybe his day would turn out to be a good one after all.

"Well, no sir. However, we found out something interesting." The man looked at Spike's medical chart as a trickle of blood rolled past his left foot.

Jared rolled his eyes with distaste. "What Max?"

"He's married. The bastard told me this sap story about some Julia chick, and he's fucking married," Max paused when he realized whom he was talking to, "she's a pretty one too. Faye Valentine, she kept her last name, so that's all we know about her though sir." Max licked his chapped lips. "They don't have a house address, it simply reads, the Bebop." He quoted arching an eyebrow. "What do you think that one means sir?"

"It's a ship. He's a cowboy, and so is she." Jared groaned. "Kill them and whoever else is with them."

"Children sir?" Max questioned, a little surprised at Jared's tone of voice.

"Yes. I want them all dead. Kill Spike last if you can. I want to hear every detail of the expressions he had on his face." Jared laughed. "Better yet, record the whole damned thing so I can watch and hear him screaming myself!" His laughter had turned to a malicious cackle.

Max nodded his head. "Yes sir, will do. I'll get a search on the ship's location ASAP."

"Very well." Jared hung up the phone connection he had with Max as he eyed the gloom filled sky of Jupiter. "What level of hell is this?" He whispered, a grin crossing his malicious face.

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Spike looked down at Faye who had cried herself to sleep in his arms. He was still on the kitchen floor. Rolling his head back against the oven door, he glanced up at the clock on the microwave. She had been asleep for two hours. Spike smirked and moved his arm slowly as he laid her head onto the floor gently.

Holding his breath he sat up and with great ease lifted her into his arms and stood up. She growled. "What you doing?"

"You want to sleep on the kitchen floor then? I'm sure that'll give you a nice kink in the neck." Spike rolled his eyes and placed her on the couch and covered her with the blanket. "Now go back to sleep."

With little effort Faye listened to Spike and was soon out like a light on Spike's favorite piece of furniture. "Sweet dreams." He yawned and headed towards the workout room.

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…Six Weeks Ago…An In-between Time…

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Spike favored his left arm as he clawed at the metal door, too weak to turn the handle. It was late. However, in space, all you saw was darkness, so it wasn't like you could tell what time it was without looking at a clock. Spike gagged and checked the door open.

He dry heaved into the bathroom sink and ran the water, drinking in and then spitting out the cool water. Taking a big gulp of air Spike narrowed his eyes and looked into the mirror in front of him and shuddered. Who was that?

His arm trembled at his side. Spike ground his teeth together and let out a pained wheezing sound. With a shaking right hand he reached up and tore back the handle to the medicine cabinet. He grinned. Faye hadn't gotten rid of them all. A sowing needle was all it was, but it would do. It had to, for both their sakes.

Turning his back against the small counter he rolled his head back as he sunk the needle into his left arm without another thought. A smile crossed his thin, pressed lips and he relaxed his body almost instantly.

"No!" Faye cried out. Spike's eyes opened and he looked to his left sharply. "Spike, no!" Faye ran forward and pinned him to the counter sharply. He winced and let out a howl as she tore the needle from his left arm. "This isn't going to help you!" She slapped him.

Spike gritted his teeth. "Damn you!" Spike shoved her away sharply. Faye stumbled back.

Spike scratched as his arm as he shivered. Another cold spell was washing over him. "I'm sorry, but it'll get better. It will. I'm here to help you. So please, trust me."

"I'll never trust you. I never have, and I never will." Spike snapped. He watched as Faye's face tightened.

"What happened to you?" Faye shook her head.

Spike grinned. "My past happened Faye. My past happened…" He eyed the shower. A sharp blade was not a needle, so that would not do.

"Syndicates, death, murder, blood, killing," Faye sighed. "A life no one wants to live, but you've lived it."

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Present Time…

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"A life, no one wants to live, but I sure as hell have a way of living it." Spike shook his head and fell back into the deeper end of the swimming pool.

The water echoed in his mind, every sound was drowned out, and hollow. He could hear his beating heart, and the sound of his shallow breathing. "Am I broken Faye?" He could hear her heels clicking on the metal flooring. The floors were rusting, even in a newly redone room.

"Aren't we all?" Faye mumbled.

"Depressing choice of words there." He exhaled and sank into the depths below.

"Depressing question to ask me, you fool." She rolled her eyes. "We're landing." She smiled weakly. Too bad he couldn't hear her, he was under the water.

"What did you say?" Spike inhaled, his eyes closed, his back still turned away from her. He spit the water away and rubbed his face with is hands. "Faye did you—"

"She said something." Max grinned wickedly. "Long time no see Spike. God, you're a hard man to track down."

His stomach sank. This wasn't happening. They were in space, how did they find them? He shook his head. It wasn't that hard, they were just staying right outside the atmosphere. They knew who he was. He was really a goner. "Max, what are you doing?" Spike swam to where his feet could touch bottom.

The tile was slippery against his toes; his senses were heightened as his adrenaline skyrocketed. Pushing his wet locks back with his right hand, he wiped the dripping water from his face and watched as Faye's eyes glazed with a layer of tears.

"She's pretty." Max nodded. "You lied to me man, that wasn't nice." He shook his head. "You could have told me you had such a beautiful wife, you know?" Max's gloved fingers grabbed a clump of Faye's violet hair and pulled.

Her neck arched back and Spike swallowed as Max inhaled her scent. "Stop," Spike didn't understand. Where had he gathered that information? They were not married.

"Peach, you're going to be mine." He smiled as he licked the nape of her pale neck.

"Stop!" Spike's voice strained.

Max let out a heavy sigh and looked at Spike with tired eyes. "You made up that whole Julia story. You bastard, I was really concerned for you." Max wet his lips. "And here you are living in space as a cowboy with your little whore of a wife."

Spike watched as a tear rolled from her left eye, and then from her right. "Bastard!" Faye cried out.

Max bared his fangs and slapped her sharply across the face. Faye yelped and gagged as she fell to the floor, tasting blood in her mouth.

"Don't you touch her, Max, do you hear me?" Spike clenched his teeth and edged into even shallower waters.

"You mean," he beamed, "like this?" Pulling her back he cupped her left breast and Faye let out a whine.

Spike's blood boiled as he watched Faye writhe in her terror. Alone, he had left her alone. "You son of a bitch!" Spike snarled and swam to the edge and leapt out of the pool, and looked over at Max. On all fours, he looked like a mad dog ready to strike at whatever dared move towards him.

Faye had gone mute. He had cut her tongue out with fear. She wouldn't' talk, she wouldn't scream, she would cry. Spike wouldn't allow this. He couldn't. "I'm a bastard, yes." Max sighed and laid Faye on the ground and hovered over her, gun pointed at her skull, another at Spike.

"We're not married." Spike stated firmly. "She lives here, that's all. She has nothing to do with me, so let her go!" Spike's tone was sharp, and deadly.

"Hmm, I think you're lying to me, Spike, and liars get caught in the worst situations." Max nodded. "Don't you agree Missus Spiegel, or is it still Ms. Valentine, after all, you kept your maiden name." He bit his lower lip. "You are a sweet little thing, you know that?" He threw his head back and let out a wheezed laughter.

"Tell him Faye." Spike nodded. "It's okay; explain that he's made a mistake, okay?" Spike sat up on his knees. Faye didn't move. She was frozen, and alone, and scared. "Damn it." Spike's voice whined, in a high pitched, whispered tone of voice. "Faye…" Spike's left arm shook.

The ship shuttered as they entered Mar's atmosphere. Max stared into the fallen bird's green eyes. "Well peach, talk up. Answer your husband."

"Faye, please!" Spike threw himself forward, pounding his fists against the floor, the water dripped onto the floor. "Don't hurt her. I beg of you Max, don't kill her."

Max nodded. "Thought she was nothing to you, she wasn't involved." He arched an eyebrow.

"She wasn't, but you're making her be, so stop!" Spike snarled. He wasn't going to be nice when he got his fingers around Max's neck. Not nice at all.

Faye screamed. She was in terror. Spike had scared her. She had no one. All alone... "Faye, don't let him kill you. Please, don't die." Spike trembled. "I can't lose you too." He wept.

Faye turned and stared at Spike with pleading eyes. She couldn't move. She was terrified. What was wrong? Why wasn't she running? Spike clawed at the ground, she never got scared like this, did she?

She had been caught before though, by Vicious, and his men. Max smiled. "Now isn't that a little mean, Spike? I mean, you are married, and you're deigning that in front of your wife."

"I'm so sorry." Faye chewed on her lower lip as she threw herself forward, knocking Max to the ground.

Horror stricken Spike struggled to get to his feet, blindly throwing fists in front of him, his mind was on spin cycle. Finding his footing once again, Spike checked Max to the floor and held back his cry as the blade cut into his side.

What will happen to Spike and Faye! AHH! Anyway, sorry it took so long to come out. I had foot surgery. I'll be in a cast for a month and one week. NOT COOL. I spent Thursday in tears and drugged up on pain killers. The swellings gone down…but it still hurts like hell. I was lucky that I could crutch myself into the computer room without my parents inches behind me waiting for me to tumble over…HA! My dad was a sleep and my mom was at work WAHA! I broke the system! Heh.

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