AN:---- Hey my friends! I'm soo sorry I've taken this long to update but I promise that they will come sooner than this. My boyfriend came home from Iraq, and I'm a full time student in college, so I have no me time whatsoever. I even have to go to the bathroom with others (just kidding) But ah yes, I've read what ppl think, and how they fell the ending should be and of course, it will be a ending. This chapter, however is a very short, sad, and gruesome chapter, so for those who hate pain and suffering, I'm very sorry, please forgive me. This is just where I see the plot going so bare with the scary heartache. I also know it was relatively vague where I normally deliver a lot of detail, that is also I guess to give you guys a sense of… well, angst and fear. Well, you'll get it after you read. I hope you enjoy, and Faye… I'm sorry. Here's the next chapter, Enjoy!
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Tears of the Angels
The trees swayed lightly following after a ship that was obviously moving far too fast for its own good. The speed limit was the last thing on Spike's mind as he soared through the dark sky, his ship pelted with rain and hail from yet another terrible rainstorm. His knees were steering the wheel of the ship as his hands worked quickly to light his cigarette. His eyes he kept on the road ahead of him occasionally glancing down to the cigarette before jerking them back up in time to miss yet another plane.
When his cigarette was lit and his body pumped once again with the deadly sticks toxins he swerved his plane right and prepared for a nosedive. One hand with long skinny fingers manned the wheel while the other banged a button on the dashboard. Suddenly a window opened and a smiling redhead was hanging upside down screaming about her Spike Spike, and belly button lint.
Ed, there is no times for games, get Jet to the screen please.
He was on a mission and had no time to play with the young girl and her obsession with feet. He feared he wold be watching her another 20 minutes before she finally when to get a another life form… Ein probably, but luckily Jet shoved her out the way.
Spike, have you found her yet?
Sure she's right here. Don't worry she's just invisible right now. A bit shy after stealing and leaving the bebop. I suppose she actually does have a heart.
Cut the crap Spike. She's in a lot of danger right now.
I know. Worrying and annoying me wont get her back anytime soon.
You're right. Just hurry up over there. From the reading on her tracking device, she hasn't moved an inch in the last two hours. It's possible it dropped from her hand and the faster you get there, the better your chance of tracking her down.
All right Jet… I'm on it.
Good. You're not far from the location, so you should be landing in the next few moments. Remember, after you get there radio me.
Yeah, wouldn't want to you to lose anymore hair then you've already lost.
Or in you're case, housing. Over and out Spike.
Out, Jet.
The rain continued falling heavily outside the window in the abandoned building complex and Faye continued to sleep. Her form had turned a deathly pale and gray, her face sweating heavily as her stitches bled. She coughed constantly in her sleep, until her throat was raw, and pained, and her body shook violently. Her breathing sometimes took to fast gulping breaths and others, slow pained breaths. She was sicker than she realized in her unconscious state, and had she been awake, she would have recognized death knocking at her door.
Faye!
She recognized that voice, it was… Spike's… Spike's voice! Her eyes popped open, and she sat up, far quicker than she should have. Her body dove forward, sweat sliding from her forehead as she forced herself to balance. Her head was spinning and the room was far too bright, but she managed to steady herself and she push off the bed to find him. His voice was constant, yet faint, as she surveyed the room slowly. Where was he? Didn't she hear his voice, or was she losing her mind? She walked quickly towards the kitchen, her gown swaying at her feet. She didn't know when she had been changed into it, frankly she didn't care, all she knew was that she had to find Spike, right then and there.
Faye!
She heard it she knew she heard it! The bathroom? Was he in the bathroom? She turned quickly in her white satin pumped heels, and made her way into the bathroom. The grime and blood and disgust of the apartment had been cleaned, and the bathroom was shining and bright. For the first time since she had slept, she found herself staring in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes, they were full of life and round, her lips, plump and sweet with a soft pink lipstick. Her hair was up, and her neck smooth and sweet that curved into her white low cut square neck white gown. It was beautiful satin, with beads and pearls placed everywhere over it. Her ears had drop pearl earrings, that played softly with her creamy skin. Normally she would have been freaked out, nervous as to how she had gotten in the dress, but today, she didn't care. She had had dreams like that before, and it wouldn't be long before she woke up right? Why not play along until then. Besides, Spike was somewhere around there, and if she looked she could find him.
FAYE!
The voice was unmistakable! Spike, he was in the bedroom! She should have known! The bedroom. Damn pervert. Lifting her skirt daintily, she quickly made her way into the bedroom. The blood that had splattered the walls had been cleaned off, and the room, looked bright and cheery. Pictures were everywhere, of laughing faces unfamiliar to her. Of children with teddy bears, mothers smiling and fathers holding children. Then she saw… one of her. She was sleeping, the picture only covering her face as her strands of hair sat on her nose. She moved across the room, to the another picture and she instantly knew it was her. She saw pictures of her stitches, and her pale skin, which at first she didn't recognize. Lifting her skirt she quietly made her way across the room, and began touching at the picture, trying her hardest to figure out what the clammy gray was, and what were the lines going across it. They looked to be stitches, but the skin was unnatural, unreal and inflamed.
She didn't hear the footsteps as she looked over the pictures, didn't hear the low chuckle as she glanced over her face, she didn't know another presence was in the room, until she felt arms wrap around her form and hold her tight. The body was strong, broad, and rough, and an unfamiliar scent filled her nose. The hands were, large and clammy, as they lifted and began to slowly stroke her hair. She had known it was Spike, but something about him alarmed her. When had he become this large? This broad? When had his hands grew and when had his scent become so unbearable? Had she done this with her absence?
Faye closed her eyes and leaned back, and tried to quiet her quickly beating heart. She felt fear and bile rise into her mouth but she refrained from giving her body that pleasure. Instead she pushed further into his chest, harder into the security of his being. That was when she heard it, a scream, a voice that was Spike's.
Faye pulled out of the arms and quickly turned towards the window. The glass in the window had been shattered, and was scattered around the floor like a sea of diamonds in the glistening bedroom light. The boards on the windows rattled angrily, as she watched movements behind they dark swelling brown. Her eyes searched for something other than navy blue clothing clear glistening rain and the peach of someone's skin. Someone was back there. Someone was trying to get in, trying to force himself or herself inside. Was it an intruder? Were they trying to harm Spike again? Viscous?
She searched quickly, frantically, who the hell was at the window! She walked slow and cautiously, her body starting to feel the affects of her infections. She slowed to a halt as she saw the slow movement of green and the cry of her name, to move away from there. It was almost as if everything had turned to slow motion, and slowly she closed her eyes and turned towards the being in the room with her. Suddenly, her gown disappeared, her shoes and pearls disappeared. Instead she was in a makeshift wedding dress, covered in blood, her earrings and shoes dirty, that she had obviously been dressed in. Someone had sloppily done her hair, touched her body and viewed her naked. Sick feelings doubled in her stomach and she opened her eyes facing the man that had done all this to her. The last thing she heard was her name screamed by Spike, and whispered by the man, before she had lost all consciousness.
Spike screamed her name over and over again, as he watched her in the room, being touched by this man. It made him angry, pissed to see him take advantage of her the way he had. He hadn't touched her body inappropriately, only to clean and dress her and yet that was far worse than anything any other man had done to her. The windows in the living room were too heavily boarded, and it seemed the man put steel on it, so he could do as he pleased. It awoke anger and pain so string in Spike he really almost couldn't contain it. He was locked out, nothing he could do to get inside and save her. Helpless.
She had awoken a time ago, to his screaming, and he followed her around the building as she checked each room for the voice. She was dreaming still, her eyes half-open slits that held no life to them. She held to her gown as if it were something of value and beauty, when it was a death dress, covered in the life of another person.
When they moved to the bedroom, the sight sickened him, and scared him far worse than any bullet could have. She was in his arms and all around her was pictures of her naked body. Pictures of her with her family, and parents when she was younger. It was like this man was stalking her… like he had wanted to take her out a long time ago. He had a sick smile plastered on his dirty body. He looked like some monster, some evil sick monster. She heard him though, heard his screams to get away from there. Her eyes opened wide… and she just woke up, confused. He wished he didn't scream.
The man moved away from her, as if he had been burnt, his face a sick twist of confusion. It was like a movie... a disgusting slow moving movie. Her face, was so pale, and she looked so scared. She probably didn't even see it. But Spike saw it all. The way he picked it up, slow and easy and lifted it over his head. The way he let his tongue touch the corner of his mouth like he was concentrating on hitting a specific target. The way, he swung the mallet hard, and heard the soft swish in the air before it contacted her head, and produced a sickening cracked that took all of his strength and all of his sanity.
She fell slowly, gracefully, her eyes wide as she hit the ground, on the shining broken pieces of glass. They shown around her, like diamonds, as the blood seeped onto the soft carpet, taking her life away. She didn't move, didn't twitch or anything. She just laid there, staring lifelessly at the wall, while the monster turned his eyes and stared angrily at Spike. You're next.
AN: That was one seriously hard chapter for me to write. I'm a bit angry at myself for it. I mean Faye damn it! Faye! How could I let this sick bastard do it to her! I'll make it all better you guys though, I Promise. This is just more of the angst that was promised before. Besides, it makes the plot a bit interesting. What will Spike do now? What about Faye? Really alive, or really dead. (a hint for you guys alright?)Well, who knows, but I'll be sure to update soon for ya! I'm sorry again guys! Love you all! Take care!
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