Which Way is West?
By Water/Air
Notes: Takes place as an alternate ending for series as it takes the place of episodes 25 and 26. Slight Spike/Julia. Also, this story is kind of short but I will try and keep it full of substance.
I don't own CB
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Prologue
Vicious sat in his chair, in front of the Van. Unlike the others, who were nervous in their presence, Vicious acted cold and hostile toward the Van. Vicious was quite unpopular with the Van since Mao's death. Ever since, the Van had been desperately searching for proof that Vicious had killed Mao but Vicious knew that they wouldn't come up with anything.
Vicious still liked the Van better, for what it was worth. The Van still had some blood left in them, compared to that weakling, Mao. But it wouldn't save the Van's lives. Vicious was going to take great joy in killing the walking corpses. Then he would finally be leader of the Red Dragons. He could imagine the power he had craved since he had tried to kill Spike. He wanted it but also had the infinite patience to wait for it.
"Vicious," one of the Van called to him. Vicious looked up at the three old men, who sat where he would soon sit. Vicious masked his envy as he gave the Van a cold stare.
"Vicious, your worth at the Red Dragons is low, we hoped that Callisto would be able to redeem your worth to us but you failed. And Lin is dead," the Van said to Vicious in an attempt to scold him.
"Did you call me here for a reason... because if you called me to insult me, than you are wasting my time..." Vicious said lowly. He stood up waiting for his answer.
"Sit down, Vicious," the Van said. Vicious stood standing. Staring at the Van with a look that would have had anyone else cowering in fear but the Van were wise and fearless, they took no notice of this look and continued. "We hope that you will not fail us on this mission," the middle Van said. Vicious didn't look surprised. He knew that they would use him some more before killing him, so he had to kill them first.
"What is the mission?" Vicious asked coldly.
"I'm sure you remember Spike Spiegel," the man on the left said. Vicious looked up in surprise. The Van didn't exactly like Vicious and Spike's relationship because his hate for Spike seemed to get in the way of the mission on Callisto. Vicious was surprised that the Van had brought him up.
"Yes, what about him?" Vicious became cold again.
"Callisto was a failure but you did manage to find Spike... you see we have been looking for him for years..." the Van said.
"But why go after Spiegel? He's just a pest who has nothing to do with the Red Dragons anymore," Vicious asked. The Van was confusing him but Vicious wasn't showing it.
"Since when do you ask questions, Vicious?" the right Van asked angrily.
Vicious didn't fear them. "I want to know why?" he said angrily back.
An eerie silence floated over them for a minute everything was calm but very uncomfortably calm. "Spike's in debt for helping Gren sabotage the Red Eye and get away," the left Van said.
"Gren is dead," Vicious stated with no emotion.
"We know but Spike escaped the Red Dragons with very valuable information," the right Van said. Vicious knew what they were talking about drug dealers and information regarding other illegal stuff that the Dragons did. Hell, Spike might have sold the info to the White Tigers for a personal: "Screw you and go to hell," But Vicious knew that Spike was no snitch either.
"So, you want me to kill him," Vicious confirmed with the Van.
"Lure him back here... take his crew here and let's see if he crawls back..." the left Van said.
Vicious turned and walked to the exit. "Vicious!" the middle Van called to him. "Don't kill the crew or Spike, or your presence will be terminated," he said.
Vicious turned and smiled evilly as he walked out.
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A/N: This is just the prologue and more will be on the way very soon. Thanks for reading and please review, I'm grateful for any insight.