MystikalCherryBlossom:Okay ppl, heres my eeeeevil disclaimer...

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MystikalCherryBlossom: hangs head Nope, i still dont Spike or anyone like that, but i do own Ryan yippee and the character-ish people that hang around me.

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Spike grinned and walked inside. A few minutes later there were 3 huge explosions, then me and Hilda sneaked in. Three men with machine guns stepped out in front of us.

"Well, well, well. A kid and an ugly broad. I think we'll have some fun before we kill you." I grinned at Hilda.

"Ok, you know what to do" I whispered. One of the men grabbed my hand and twisted it up and around my back.

"Heh heh, not even gonna try to fight? You'll be easy heh,heh,heh." I yawned and quickly twisted out of the hold, elbowing the man in the stomach as I went.

"Knock him out or he'll be right back up." Hilda bellowed as she did the same thing that she suggested. Suddenly, gunshots rang out and all three went down. Julia smiled at us. We thanked her and moved forwards. Soon we came to a badly burned area which smelled of blood and burning flesh.

"He sure did a pretty thorough job, didn't he?" I asked, holding my nose as I went. Hilda and Julia both snickered.

"Well hello there." We whirled to face Vicious. We suddenly heard a yell.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Spike yelled.

"This is MY fight." We moved back but were ensnared by rope nets. Wonderful, now we have to watch. I thought. Julia moved forwards slightly.

"Vicious, let us go, please. Or at least Samantha. She is way too young to die." Vicious smiled evilly.

"If Spike wins, you may all go-if not well, you die immediately." Spike sighed and re-loaded his gun.

"One pass, that's it" he said. "Let's finish this." Spike shot as Vicious made a long butterfly slice. Vicious smiled as a long red line appeared on Spike's shirt. He gasped and looked at Vicious.

"But I had to of hit him, I had to."

I, meanwhile, had broken free of my net and slowly sneaked up behind Vicious. But Spike was too fast. In a second he had Vicious' sword in his hand. "Goodbye, old friend." He slit Vicious' throat in one fluid move. Vicious looked shocked as he fell choking to the ground. Spike smiled and also fell. Julia ran to him tears starting to fall from her eyes. I dropped to my knees beside him. His eyes opened suddenly and he grinned.

"Damn did I have you guys going." Julia glared at him.

"You… you… jackass" he sat up and smiled.

"Hey, I am hurt you know (he lifted his arm) when Vicious tried to slice me open, I moved my arm down and he got that instead." (he explained for my benefit) I looked at his arm and almost fainted. It had been sliced open right down to the bone.

"Come on you idiot, lets get you home so Rose can heal this."

"That looked so painful." I said about a month later when we were discussing past jobs.

"How did you move so fast though?" Spike glanced up from the book he was reading.

"I'm honestly not sure, all I know is that I saw the blade coming and I thought, well I don't want a repeat of last time, remember?" I growled at my schoolwork and sighed.

"Yeah I remember, poor Faye." I muttered. Spike glared at me.

"What do you mean poor FAYE! How about poor me?" he laughed.

"Idiot" I muttered as I tossed a cushion at his face. Then I returned my attention to my school work. About an hour later, Jim came out into the living room and sat down with his laptop. "You guys are gonna love this." He said as he typed. "It appears that the government site has a firewall now- I cant hack through it. Oh, um, hey Ed." He stuttered as Edward swung off the ceiling fan and landed next to him.

"Ed can help" Ed said laughing as she attached a cable to her computer and Jim's. "Ed to firewall, firewall to Ed, where's your weakness firewall?" she asked as she cocked her head to one side. "Oh here's your weakness, enter Ed's password, unlocked." Jim and me clapped.

"Uh hey, Ed, would you um… umm… would you go out with me? Just one time?" me and Spike tried desperately to stifle our laughter. Ed cocked her head again.

"Go out with? Go where?"

"Um out to dinner?"

"What is wrong with Ed and Jim eating here?" by now Spike and I were laughing hysterically.

"Poor Jim." I said breathlessly.

"Yeah poor Jim. I just wish Ed wasn't so damn clueless." Jim looked crestfallen. Then he kissed Ed and ran. Spike and I were standing there with our jaws on the floor.

"Did you see that or was I momentarily delusional?" I asked in shock.

"Yeah, I saw that, but where did he go?"

"Probably to ask Alex or Ryan what he did wrong…"

"Hey, it wasn't our idea." Ryan said as both he and Alex walked downstairs as we were talking.

"We don't even know what he did; what did he do?" Alex asked.

"He asked Edward out to dinner." Me and Spike chorused. Alex looked at me.

"You're kidding I hope."

"No, I'm not"

"Wow, and he has a crush on her too? How brave of him." Ryan merely laughed.

"How stupid…how'd he make out? Did she turn him down or did she accept?"

"Neither."

"Ah shit, poor guy, I'm gonna go find him." With that, Ryan left. Suddenly, Jim and Edward both ran in the room and deposited a laptop on the table.

"Look at this, does this make sense to you?" all of us gathered around the computer.

"2.5 million woolongs, but they won't give any of the bounty hunters an arrest warrant? Why?" Jim shook his head.

"I don't know, and they didn't say."

"The only reason they don't give us warrants is if too many people have died trying to catch this guy." Julia sighed.

"They should've asked us to go after this guy, we'd have caught him by now." Spike grinned. "Or just tell Faye to go after him, but she might kill him. She's a little too trigger happy." We all laughed at this one. Faye turned bright red.

"Hey. I've saved your asses with my supposed trigger happiness."

"Yeah, whatever Faye." "well about this bounty, who wants to go to the cop shop with me and dispute this little rule?" Spike asked.

"I'm sorry, but I can't. That is the rule. No warrants for Mad Moody are to be issued to any bounty hunter or the officer that issues them gets fired." The desk sergeant looked positively harassed. Julia walked over to Spike and whispered something in his ear. He looked at her and nodded. She walked forwards.

"Listen, Sergeant Merle, you only get fired if one of us gets killed, and besides (she put her hands together) we desperately need the money. If we don't get the money, I'll have nowhere to live and neither will my friends. Please sergeant, please give us the warrant. I promise one of us will bring him in." The desk sergeant wiped his eyes.

"Okay, I guess I could, but if I get fired because you guys don't catch him, I'll sue!" Julia sighed in relief.

"Thank you so much, sergeant." She took the slip of paper and bowed as we walked outside. When we got outside, I burst out laughing.

"Julia, that was the best performance I've seen yet, but why? Money isn't really that tight is it?" She gave a dazzling smile. "No, our money situation is fine. I was merely putting on an act to get the sergeant to give us the damn warrant. The name Mad Moody sounds kind of stupid, I hope we catch him." Just then, her cell phone rang. "Hello? Oh hi Mrs. Williamson. Oh I'd love to watch Cynthia for you, she is such a little angel, all she does is study though. Tonight? (looks mildly annoyed) No, I won't be busy. Sure, I'll see you about 7:30? Okay, see ya then, bye." She put her phone back in her pocket and sighed. "Sorry guys, but I can't go with you." Spike put an arm around her shoulders.

"Maybe it's better that way. If this guy has killed so many people, I'd prefer that you stay at home." Julia glared at him.

"Aw Julia, don't worry, I'll go with him." I piped up. Spike shook his head.

"Wonderful, trade one for the other. I think we'll bring Jet with us, he really needs to get out more." I glanced at him.

"Jet? Isn't he a little old to be doing this still?"

"He's older than me and he knows more about this business than you do. And I'd like some backup that knows what they're doing. No offense or anything but I want some one who might actually have heard of this guy before." After that, we headed back to the shop.

At 7:30, Mrs. Williamson arrived with Cynthia, the little girl that Julia was going to be babysitting. After she was dropped off, Jet, Spike and I left for the construction site where 'Mad Moody' was. When we arrived, the man turned around and looked at us.

"More bounty hunters? Oh well. But if you want to re consider, you may still leave." Spike glared at the man.

"No way. We didn't go to all the trouble to get that warrant for nothing and I'm gonna to bring you in."

The man chuckled. "Oh well, your funeral I guess. Literally. Didn't you know that I've killed every police officer and every bounty hunter that they've sent after me? And I only got shot once, after that, no one has been able to hurt me at all."

Spike's eyes narrowed.

"So we have somebody who is all talk and no action?" Moody sneered.

"I prefer to let the opposing force try to land the first hit."

"If you say so. Prepare for a life in prison" As he said that, Spike tried one of his best techniques on the man (one that never missed before), but the man dodged it by rising up in the air and Spike was left falling into the pit at the center of the site. Both me and Jet ran to the edge of the railing. But the man flew after Spike.

"No, I shouldn't let you die so soon, after all, I haven't even landed a good hit yet." The man appeared to catch Spike, but then he held up his hand as it morphed into a three pronged claw. The man then tossed Spike up into the air and swiped him with the claw. Three huge gashes appeared on his shoulder. Then he let Spike fell to the ground, 70 feet below. He fought to get up but Moody stood above him, wielding a spear. Then he stabbed Spike with it. Spike stood up and pulled out his gun. He aimed at the gas tank that was behind Moody. Before he shot, he yelled back up to us.

"Jet, get Samantha out of here and don't let her come back. I started this alone, I will finish it alone." Then he flashed us a charming smile aimed and fired.

"Come on, Samantha, if we don't get out of here now, we're gonna be barbecued alive." I tried to fight, but I was too tired. The gas tank exploded as we ran out of the construction area. Meanwhile back in the pit, Mad Moody was calmly floating above Spike's charred body. "Stupid youngster, didn't even realize what I am. He doesn't even know that I'm a zombie! HOLY SHIT, HE'S STILL ALIVE!" Moody flew down next to Spike. "How can you still be alive after that explosion?" Spike grinned and fell in a heap of burning rubble, dead.

"There we go." Moody said grinning. "Now I'll destroy your body." Moody held up a scythe now and he raised it in the air.

"Just a minute there, Moody." A voice said from behind Moody.

"What the hell…"

Spike stood there laughing. "Only a zombie can destroy a fellow zombie. Ironic isn't it? You kill me and give me the power to destroy you at the same time. " Spike held up a sword. "Goodbye, Moody." With that, he sliced Moody in half; each half disappearing as it was created.

"I can't believe I wasted my life on that." Spike said, sounding disappointed. "Wait a minute…" He walked over to his body and sighed. "I wonder if I could possibly…"

Jet crept into the shop and went upstairs quietly.

"I don't believe it. He's really dead this time."

I woke up the next day about 1:30pm. I couldn't remember what happened though.

"I wonder how Spike finally brought that guy in", I muttered to myself. A loud beeping sound startled me. "Aah haah, oh it's just my transmitter. Hello? Hey, Jet. What happened last night? All I remember is an explosion. WHAT! You are kidding I hope. Does Julia know? Oh, okay. Hmm? Sure I'll be there." I ended the call and sat there for a minute staring at the blank screen on the small device that I held. "He's gone? He can't be. He just can't be."

Julia awoke alone that morning.

"Spike never came home last night? I wonder what happened…"

At 3:30, I met Jet at the pool near the shop.

"So, how and when are we going to tell Julia about this?" I asked. Jet shook his head.

"I'd prefer to not tell her at all. But if we have to, then we have to. But I still believe that somehow, he is still alive."

I smiled. "I sure hope so."