A. Note! Hey ya'll! I'm back temporarily. School's started and its a killer. I barely have enough time for myself let alone to write. Please bear with me...even if you don't get the next chapter till like...November... once again Domo Arigato for reading and bows Gomenasai for keeping you waiting...
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Faye and Freya walked into a weaponry shop on Morocco St. Freya was just tagging along simply because Faye said she saw something that interested her. It didn't matter to Freya who saw them buying weapons because Morocco St. was filled with a pack of damn criminals anyway. If you wanted to hide from the law, this would be the place. Unless of course the government decided to do a clean sweep, but they wouldn't be dumb enough to do that. The amount of arson these people have in their homes was enough to blow the damn city itself off the planet of Mars.
Freya grazed pass the rows of swords. It was a habit she had from since living with on Earth. She had a samurai sword lacquered black hilt and holder with tiny violet roses etched into it for signature look. Frey didn't really use hers except for when sparing in her dojo. The brutal honest truth was… after she saw Vicious use his, she put hers away for quite some years until she had to face him! Freya checked out and Arabian sword when Faye came tugging on her arm frantically like a kid in a candy shop.
"Look! LOOK! It's still here!" she pointed to the glass case.
"You mean the dagger?"
"NO! The sabers! The one's that the bracelet goes onto your wrists and the sword connects." Faye glowed.
"Faye, what the hell are you going to do with that! You don't even know how to use it."
"I know but you can teach me!" Faye stated excitedly.
"First you need to ask me if I know how to use it! And the answer is no. Second of all, I may know someone that can teach you but I still see no sense in getting them."
"Since when did you become the mother figure?" Faye stared as the tall man placed the two sabers on the counter.
"Never did. Well, I suppose every assassin has to have their cool toys. Its good craftsman's ship." Freya snorted as Faye purchased the items. The man packed the sabers into a mahogany box lined with velvet cushioning.
"You have chosen well Ma'am!" he bowed and went back his looking spot.
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Catch me as I fall
Say you're here and it's all over now
Faye pulled the case from under her bed. She grabbed the handle and strode toward her Zip craft. The remnants of her things were being hauled away and her decision to do it herself was what made it detrimental. Maybe leaving Spike like this was wrong…Maybe leaving out of anger wasn't right…Maybe things just took a turn for the worst and it could get better… No…NO! Faye had no time for second doubts. She made her decision; just like Spike made his bed and now he had to sleep in it. She refused to be the one persecuted for all the wrong. How many a time has she asked herself what she did wrong? Why should she blame herself for an awry relationship? If anyone could call it a relationship at all! The only thing Faye could possibly blame herself for was reading too much into a fling.
Speak into the atmosphere
No one's here and I fall into myself
Faye furiously flung her duffle bags into the trunk of the zip craft. Why was it all her fault? Why had she fallen so hard for that damn lunk head! Faye sunk down on her knees. Her strength was failing her again…It was just like the first time she found out about Julia. Why did she have to have the failing heart? The salty tears? The shivering body? The 'why Spike' kept rebounding in her head over, and over, and over again. She hated him and loved him at the same time. Oh how she was torn to pieces on the inside and so steadfast on the outside. Faye only wished that it were the same for Spike. For him to feel the way he ripped her heart out and gave it to Julia to toy with.
This truth…
Drives me…
Into madness
I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away…
If I will it all away
Remembering the smile Julia had the day Faye met her made her growl in anger. Faye kicked open the case of and pulled out her sabers. She attached them to her wrists and walked towards the hatch door. If only she could kill Spike that would solve the problem. There wouldn't be one of him to go around and she wouldn't be in this mess. Her anger and sadness was eating her from the inside out and the last thing she needed was to be sour…sour…oh how bittersweet the word sounded. All because of Spike and his devotion to that- that- INCOMPENT WENCH JULIA! Faye flicked her blades down and slashed them furiously at the entrance to the ships hallway. She was breathing heavily…if only she could bring herself to do that to Spike. Faye grunted as she took one last swipe and the steel door fell to pieces.
Don't turn away
(Don't give into the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though their screaming your name)
She glanced down at it and smiled... if only… if only…but she knew she wouldn't do it…she couldn't do it. That was her love...her life….and he threw her to the side. It hurts…It hurt bad to think of him like that. All Faye wanted was for Spike to be in her shoes, feel how she felt, breath how she breathed. But that was never going to happen… No one could understand the betrayal, the delusions of Spikes kisses, and the constant bombarding of her thoughts. It all fell back to HOW DARE SPIKE?
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the lights
(They never sleep never die)
Spike took two swipes at the punching bag. This would possibly be the last time he would do this to this specific punching bag. Come to think about it, it was… He snatched his duffle bag off the floor and did a drunken sway as if stalling for time. Spike knew he had but so little time left on his watch. He had to be at the Mars space port in about 20 minutes. To hell with being on time right now; the last thing he needed was for Julia to figure out he was thinking on another woman. Spike rolled his eyes and sighed. Yeah, that was the last thing he needed.
I'm frightened by what I see
But some how I know that there's much more to come
Spike tossed the bag into the craft and leaned against the metal. From the corner of his eye he saw Faye carefully placing a mahogany case in to her craft. A brief moment of curiosity he wondered how come she was being so careful in all her huff. One glance at the steel door in pieces pushed his curiosity aside in a second to slight alarm. Jet was going to catch a mighty damn good fit for that one. Spike didn't want to know how Faye managed to demolish a perfectly welded titanium door but what he did know was that that wasn't going to be him! Hell or high water Faye was not going to demolish him like that. Spike already knew the line of business Faye was in and her weapon of choice may have been unknown to him but if the inclination about it then was strong as it was now… He was not going to be on the receiving end of that blade!
Immobilized by my fears
Soon to be, blinded by tears
I can stop the pain if I will it all away…
If I will it all away
Spike began to climb into the Swordfish but hesitated. Did he deserve to be demolished on the outside the same way he was demolishing Faye on the in? He probably did, but not the way Faye was quite intent on doing it. Spike shook his head and hoisted himself into the seat. He sighed and shifted in his seat to get comfortable.
Don't turn away
(Don't give into the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though their screaming your name)
Was it remorse or guilt or both? Those feelings weren't foreign to this man…to Spike…but all the same. It was rare that he felt these emotions. They simmered in his melting pot of a person and it was starting to irritate him. People meet and people part…That's the way things go these days…Can't be getting attached to the drifters of daily life…It just ain't healthy…he tried to convince himself. So what if Faye and he had a mild fling, but for the greater of the good he couldn't drag it out because his true love was here. His love…His life…His Julia…? His…Faye… Was it really just a mild fling? Spike shook his head and ran his fingers through his mossy green hair. Too much thinking wasn't his style. It was always GO! Go! Go! for Spike! His spontaneity always got him into and out of trouble that he caused or what found him. Spike popped a cigarette into his mouth and smiled wryly. Yeah, this was just one of those things that would blow past him in about a week.
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the lights
(They never sleep never die)
Spike shifted the mirror to watch Faye in the background. Had she seen him? There was a positive certainty she did but chose to ignore him, which by his standards was reasonable enough. Spike scrutinized Faye as she checked her Zip craft for all its essentials. With a slight glimmer of hope Spike wanted her to look his way but she didn't…or much rather she didn't want to. Why should she? Yes, why should she? A tantalizing voice resounded within Spike ever so guilt ridden head. He sighed. This was no way for them to part. The least bit he could do is offer a proper goodbye…right?
Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
Spike slid from the seat and landed gracefully on the deck. By the time Faye returned vid-phone in hand Spike was leaning against her Zip craft as casually as ever.
"Get off I just got it re-surfaced and buffed!" she snapped.
"Since when did you care so much about material things!" Spike smirked and Faye just glared at him. "Ok so you always did…but…"
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me I fear
"What do you want Spike? A Goodbye…there you have it…Goodbye." Faye's anger slightly gave way to weariness.
"Is that anyway to treat a friend?"
"This is no fucking time to make amends. You did what you did, continue to do what you're doing. Don't look back, don't have regrets, and don't fucking pretend like you give a damn all of a sudden!" she huffed, hoisting herself into the craft. "If you wanted a rise out of me, be satisfied that you got one. If you were expecting 'I'm sorry it had to end like this, Goodbye and I love you Spike' you're fucking out of your mind!"
She beckons me shall I give in
Upon my end shall i begin
Faye hopped into her craft and shut the hatch.
Forsaking all I've fallen for
I rise to meet the end
Spike couldn't say a thing, nor could he attempt to do a thing. What could he have possibly done? He deserved every square inch of her seething. He caused it. He might as well leave it as is now that he got off with all his appendages attached.
Don't turn away
(Don't give into the pain)
Don't try to hide
(Though their screaming your name)
Don't close your eyes
(God knows what lies behind them)
Don't turn out the lights
(They never sleep never die)
