Where could she have wandered off, now?
That brat…
He took out a fresh stick of cigar and lit it up, silently browsing around for a familiar face.
He couldn't see Faye anywhere nor even coming.
He stood up after a few seconds of deciding if he'd stay and wait or just leave and conclude that Faye's lunatic side started again.
Smoothly and unnoticeably he walked through the crowd of couples swaying to the mellow dong and some talking among themselves.
While passing by one of the gents, he caught a glimpse at his a watch.
It's past ten o'clock.
Maybe I should just talk to Jet about this.
He should know more by now.
Cock could be anybody around here.
He could even be beside m.
Peripherally, he saw a guy wearing a black leather jacket with a dark lady beside him.
The guy was dressed odd enough to be suspicious.
An action film jacket… some kind of fashion sense, eh?
He passed by the bar just to see an azure-haired female imbibing a bottle of red wine.
"You weren't still satisfied last night,."
The woman looked back at him, with the furious expression he didn't even noticed because he was more surprised than to even see it.
It isn't Faye.
"What? H-Hik! I wasn't satisfied last night? Well, Mr. Lover boy – Hik! You're right. My stupid husband has some kind of flu. I don't even know if there are kinds of flu. H-hik! But he has it. And last night - well, forget about that ! Would you like to join me here?" Her face reddens.
"Ah… sorry miss. I thought you were my wife." He uttered in mere excuse because all eyes turned their way.
The woman stood up forcing the container to him. "Here, drink. H-Hik!"
"N-No. Someone's waiting for me."
"Who? You're wife? H-Hik! Why should you go to her. You'd only tire yourself. Walking is a bit tiring - hik1you know. I bet I'm more gorgeous than her! "
He couldn't think of anything to say. Everybody was looking at them and kinda waiting for whatever he'll say.
"Pardon me, I think I can't do what you wish. You see, my wife loves me more than her life. She almost decided to become a nun when we first broke up. Right now, it's her I see and I know when she sees me, she'll be running 3km/min., eyes sparkling and smiling, just to reach me. So, I need to leave."
Out of the blue, she wailed in frustration.
Taken aback by the sudden outburst, he smirked oddly, with a puckered brow.
"You're such a great man. H-Hik! Such loyalty! Oh, the appreciation….Hik! Why didn't I meet you earlier in my life? This is ridiculous. I'm such a pain am I not?"
Spike wanted to agree but the woman kept on talking to the people around them.
"H-Hik! He's a perfect husband. I'll pray that he and his wife would have a dozen boys so to put on a better group of very good husbands-to-be next in line. H-Hik!"
Since, everyone took notice of her, Spike made his way out of the place.
Lying is a sin. But now, it's a heaven sent skill.
Yah right! My wife's waiting for me, open arms – ready to scowl at me and kiss me with her fist.
A dozen boys! Faye and I? – Our kids/
What a bombshell.
I need to buy a whole planet for their playground.
I'll name the planet…Chaos!
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"Hey Spike!'
Jet had been waiting for this call since God knows when.
Yesterday, Spike called and a few minutes after that, Ed sent him freshly gathered facts about Stephen Cock.
He waited for Spike to call back but he didn't.
There's a new development with the investigation.
He knows how the guy looks.
But he shouldn't let Spike and Faye push through with the plan.
He shouldn't have let them go there even.
Now, they're both in threat.
"Jet? So, have you discovered anything?"
He wanted to let it go swift and light but he couldn't.
He knows Spike won't back out.
"I'm sending you his photograph. So, check your friendster after a few sec."
Spike looked up at the ceiling, seeing a thousand question marks. Friendster?
As though Jet prefigured what he was thinking, he cleared his throat and said, "Ah… I mean I'm sending it to you. Forget about that Friendster thing!"
Jet and Spike have been together for such a long time, and Jet has always thought of the latter as his own blood.
"But after I tell you… go back here." His voice sounded stern. "I mean it. You won't stand against him and it's a perilous mission."
Spike stopped taking another fresh stick of cigarette, his body seemed uptight. He wouldn't be like this if it's just some straightforward undertaking.
"Spill it out. The wicked blue witch ran off somewhere but tell it me then, while you send that damn picture."
Sigh… "Stephen Cock is a former member of the Silver Scorpion Clan. He was accused of murdering his own wife, Stephanie Backel. His real name's Wayne Backel, a citizen in planet Neptune. It says here that it wasn't just his wife whom he killed unmercifully, but the rest of her family who established the consortium. Do you remember the necklace he stole, according to police reports? It was on Stephanie's neck the day she was found smeared with blood."
"So? I don't see the point? What are these crashing couples' parties got to do with him?"
The older guy clicked a button, confirming the sending of Cock's photo. "Based on Ed's research, he and his wife weren't doing great. They always brawl at each other. Their marriage was just a set up. After the massacre incident, he left the clan with a pal, Bloody Mary. That's the name they call her. Since then he started crashing married couples' social gatherings. Stephanie's family finances those events. He's hunting them down. The reason…"
It wasn't long before Spike received Stephen's snapshot. The face…it was without doubt, familiar. "Why is he hunting them down?" he's starting to feel some qualm, gazing at the unconscious man looking at a distant view.
"I don't know." He heard Spike choke with what he said.
"This is serious old guy! I met him already."
He only heard him sigh and told him to go back. "Forget about the bounty. You have not fully recovered yet. I don't think you're capable of trounce him."
Silence…
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Are you kidding?"
"Spike!"
"Jet… I think he has Faye." Spike didn't hear any response before he hang up and dashed off to Faye's suite. He didn't hear Jet say, "He hates blue. And Faye looks like Stephanie. They're blue. "
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The door flew open after he kicked it. Hell with the cost of the obliterate door! There's no Faye Valentine inside.
He ran to his own room, hoping she got drunk and mistook his room again.
But the room's empty, except for a beer bottle lying in the middle of the room. Something's inside.
He shot it and a scroll came out in the open.
Circumspectly, he picked it up. The piece in his grasp crumpled. He darted away after a glance at his wristwatch.
"Shit." He muttered under his uneasy breath.
Damn.
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The letter:
Mr. Cupid,
Looking for Mrs. Spiegel? At the old St. Louise Building, fetch her later… but then, she might not be there anymore.
I'll be waiting for your arrows.
Hades
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There another chapter coming every two days. I finished them already but it has something to do with my schedule. So, I hope you'll still be interested with it.
Hope to hear from you. By the way, I'm really a hard headed person, aside from the fact that I'm lazy at times (which means most of the times).
But you'll be able to read the whole story before Valentine's Day.
P.S.
If I give you a headache, just drink a family-sized cola and munch something (you can also munch whatever you see, it's your option.)
That's effective specially with a glass of cold choco.
Me!!! XX