A/N: Maybe it seems to be little confusing on the begining, but remember insanity is always confusing.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Don't own.
The ground is peeling and starting to start an allergy on nightmares and falls from windows, when fragments are reflecting the past, like lens of spotlights onto bombing planes. Watts don't make sense, sixty in bulb, in room onexone meter, painted with white paint, titillates senses and ability to see the past. Sit in that room and wait for bigger voltage, finally with electric shocks, again wake from dream for a while.
But nothing happens, so go to the club and on the way see a poster, what don't make sense. "Cancel the car, to number ten, such a thick fog rolling in, i played my cards, on unreal class, i left the party to last, Friday night to Sunday morning, i go on, its so unreal, to walk these streets." Through the hollow way, way don't lead.
And cableway will come again...
Light was flickering again and blinded his senses. Shock on the weep body, what he had, made him remember, but he don't let his memories to get inside the brain. Chair, in the middle of the room, on which he sat, bound his hands and wall before him, revealed some figures in white coats.
White doctor coats, so finally they got him here. Crazy he was, he knew. Dream, what he couldn't wake up from, continued.
Figures were asking something, but from his mouth only saliva came, another shock on his hands and again made him thoughts. Spike managed to block his memories to enter his brain. Shock again. Question again. No answer. Now with more volts.
"So do you reconsidered our proposal?" One started. He named him a Cloak
"Go to hell..." Spike answered and spat at window.
"We have lots of time, and lots of amps too." Amps are harmful, he could take volts, but amps couldn't.
"What do you want..." Spike asked with shadow in his eyes.
One of the figures stood up and started to shout.
"You want us to tell you again! How many times we repeated it?"
"I am sorry, my memory is crummy." Spike said and destroyed the pillar between brain and eyes, to remember.
"Okay... We want you to save the earth, to help us colonize it again." Cloak answered.
"You're great humorists..." Spike thought that they are joking.
"Were not joking!" Doctor left to the Cloak shouted.
"Are you sure, he's the right one for this mission?" Then he asked his right side.
"Yes, he can survive everything. But moreover, no one will condemn us, if he die." He explained.
Die, i died lots of times, and i woke up again, again and again.
"We want you, to go to earth and stop the 'gate incident', and the explosion of moon." Cloak explained.
Spike started to laugh. He moved and moved and moved, was he crazy or only simulated it?
"Sedatives..." said Cloak.
Sedatives, no more. AntidepressantsmirtazapineBarbituratessecobarbitalpentobarbitalamobarbitaBenzodiazepinesdiazepamclonazepamluphenazine HaloperidolThiothixeneTrifluoperazineLoxapinePerphenazineProchlorperazine, how many kinds did i get? Long mechanic arm with injection moved towards him, it jabbed him and the liquid in it, spread in his blood. Spikes moves stopped and dreamland come again. Was he really that crazy?
Were they requesting that, or is it just another dream? Hell...
The light burned his face, the sunlight. His lids get a red color, when he looked onto them from inside, he couldn't resit it much longer.
Spike opened his eyes, he didn't expect the scenery, what opened before him. Outside. On the sky was a white line from flying machine.
Nothing changed, i am still here. Spike stood and examined his surroundings, normal houses and everything. Just some new asteroid city.
He said to himself and tried to reach for his pack of cigarettes.
"Dammit!"
Spike shouted, as he realized, that they confiscated his cigarettes. Those bastards.
He walked towards the nearest shop, the path was normal and nothing seemed to be according to plan, pockets cradled his hands.
Every step made a new sound, he stopped and breathed in, the air was fresh. Probably new types of plants. Spike thought as he approximated the shop. Tobacconist, luck was on his side. The door rang as he stepped in, bell handed over it. Spike watched the interior.
Nothing changed.
Spike watched the seller and showed the red pack of cigarettes with his finger, which handed on the wall behind her.
She grabbed it, place it onto counter and said.
"...ty dollars" Spike don't listened until she said dollars.
Dollars? Where's Woolongs? So it worked. Spike paid from his package, what doctors gave him. It worked i am really in the past.
He looked at newspapers. 4/12/1991.
The time machine, he laugh over it, but it worked and now he walked in the past. But he always walked in the past, he was trapped in the past, but in his own past, and now he was in past for real. Damn. Bell above door rang again and Spike stepped outside. He lighten up his cigarette and enjoyed it for a moment. What the hell happened? Memory caught something, image of himself standing in green light and then pain in the brain.
Time traveling.
There was a bench over a high-road, he sat and smoked. People were walking there and smiling, as well as photographing the scenery,
that was tourists, other people were just enjoying it or walking towards some destinations. His eyes focused at statue with torrent coming from its mouth.
Merlion.
"What the hell?" Spike remembered the tape, what he and Jet played in beta video recorder.
"Can she... here..."
Faye, was the one who with this statue remembered her past. This is joke, like my whole life.
Those stupid idiots, they missed it over thirty years, 2021 was the time when he should be. Not here, there.
Then, he tried to remember what the doctors said about his mission, nothing came into his brain, he forgot. Some paper was in his breast-pocket, it was instructions. 1. Don't tell anyone about it ; 2. Find a HGP superintendent in Singapore and tell him that AIK is dead and mission canceled.
This shouldn't be a problem, but this was a wrong year, no Hyperspace Gate Project was here. Nothing.
"We deserved it..." Spike said to himself, as he thought about humans and their manners towards nature.
Some drunk man came over to him and sat beside him.
"Hey man, you want a foot?" He was terribly drunk, but managed to speak.
"What?" Spike didn't understand.
"You wunt fatball?" He repeated again.
"Give me..." He watched the cigarette.
Spike gave him his half smoked cigarette and man faithed handing him one ticket to football match.
Huh? Football. I remember this.
Spike was a child and he stole two tickets to intersolar football match. But attendant didn't want a child to come in. Spike let out his anger,
and with one assault, he killed him. First blood on his hands in his life, first step into syndicate. And when you are in syndicate, you don't quit it alive. Only way to quit the syndicate is, in coffin. More than truth. He said, as he remembered his last fight before the medical treatment.
Only way to quit the syndicate, is death.
Maybe in this time, syndicates haven't got that power.
It happened again, head burned under his insanity and hand shook more and more, he was mad. Mad from the quit, mad from the volts, mad from the sedatives. Mad from his past. STOP!
He stood and chose to go to that football match to clear his head, to clear his mission duty.
Spike was surprised with his seat, it was first tier of the auditorium. Ball rolled left, ball rolled right, he forgot how he hated this game, how he hated the football. Not for the game, for the incident it cause. Man beside him ate a hot dog and sipped a beer. But Spike had his own thoughts, Spike had his own problems. Spike was a time traveler. Spike was lost in the past. The referee whistled and indicated the half-time period, nothing unusual.
Then it came and ate his guts, tension grew in his body. She's here.
In the group of cheerleaders, familiar face appeared, Faye Valentine.
The drift of memories, which he tried to divide, finally reached his brain, it came into real time. His left eye started to reflect again, and he saw his past. Vicious before him, he on the other side. Past friends, today enemies. Spike grabbed a sword of his enemy, as the scratch tossed their weapons, and Vicious got gun under his foot. Vengeance time. Capo di tutti capi and Spike on the same side of justice, same side of revenge.
And the last meaningful words came. Finish, Julia, wish. Three sentences. Two injuries. Sword came through his chest in the same time,
as bullet through heart of his enemy. Bang...
Blue was there, and voltage then. Shocks what brought him back alive. Or not?
Did he wanted to live? In that time, no, but he forgot about Faye.
And now, he's back, back in the past.
And she's back as well.
A/N: It will be short story.