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The sun was setting casting a soft golden light in everything in its path as you made your way down the side walk at a swift walking pace.
You knew you were being followed, you have been being followed for a while now it was only so long until the men caught up to you. You had gotten yourself tied up with the syndicate a while back and you wanted out of it, now their sending some of their bounties after you, which in all honesty you were expecting they’ve been after you for a long time.
You’ve been moving from place to place, hoping from planet to planet for so long now you didn’t even know which planet you were on this time a round, all you knew was that it’s been a couple of weeks and that they’ve gotten faster at sniffing out your trail.
You pulled your jacket a little tighter around your body and decided to duck into a bar knowing that a crowded place was your best bet of escape if you couldn’t fend yourself off of all of them, you could blend in blindly with the pandemonium if they ensued a fight.
You walked in and the bar looked seedy and crowded, only a few gave a small glance to who could’ve came in.
You noticed a man at the bar with dark eyes and hair wearing blue slacks and blazer with a yellow button up, both of you made eye contact but you were the first to look away.
Even though the man was sitting next to other drunks he seemed to be by himself, he was sit sloppily on the stool with his legs spread out with his heels on the floor facing the door with what seemed to be a gross combination of an egg and whisky in his glass.
You only made it a little half way threw the bar before you recognized the footsteps of your new tail.
You ducked down as a man went to punch you in the back of the head, you swiftly turned around and punched the man in the nose before kicking his feet out from underneath him.
The man attempted to kick you while he was down but you dodged and quickly got on top of him. You dug your thumbs in the corners of his eyes near his nose and hooked them behind the bulbous soft tissue, pulling your hands back and flicking your thumbs up you tore out his eyes, then palm striked his nose lodging the cartilage inside his head killing him instantly and the bar broke out in insanity.
Some people running outside to get away from the violence, people breaking out in screams of either fear or cheers, some other deciding to make a ruckus of their own seeing how everything’s going to shit and hitting the fan in that moment, while other just watched idly and minded their own business.
Another man tried to tackle you from behind but you punched him in the gut then elbowed him in the chest before he got a chance to do what he planned with your final blow being a hard kick to his groin area, now only three of the five lackeys were left.
Two of them tried to charge at you at the same time one behind the other. You quickly kicked the first man in the groin like what you did to the last then a side kick to his stomach causing him to tumble and fall into his partner right into someone’s table which ensued the bar mates sitting at the now broken table to get angry and start pummeling the two that spilled their drinks.
You thought you were safe so you tried to make a run for it into the rioting crowd when a large hand picked you up by the back of your neck and threw you onto the bars counter.
Your chest landed on the edge of the counter, taking your breath from you with the lower half of your body facing the inner working of the bar. You tried to gasp for your breath but you couldn’t seem to catch it. Then you were picked up by your hair by the man holding a dagger and slammed on the wooden floor head first and landed on your back.
You tried to reach for your gun which was kept in its Holster on your right hip but the man’s large shoe stomped on your hand and wrist keeping you pinned to the floor.
Your fingers were curled underneath the man’s boot, the strength of his stomp, the weight of his boot, and the way your fingers were curled cause every finger on your hand except for you thumb to break against his foot.
You cried out at the sudden pain shooting up your arm, the man then kicked your stomach and let off your hand and picked you up by your hair once again. You glared up at him and tried to kick his stomach and claw at his face with your good hand and a yell but he was far to big and strong.
You only got a few scratches on his face before he punched your abused stomach while holding his dagger. His hand then turned and it sliced open your abdomen pretty deep.
The only thought you had was that now one of your favorite button ups was now ruined.
Your were then dropped to the floor your back making contact with it once again only this time your head hit one of the stools.
Your vision blurred as you saw the man from earlier kicking him in the head while the man you elbowed earlier getting back up and trying to tackle him from behind.
The man in blue and yellow throat punched him back down on to the floor, the man that previously picked you up by the neck quickly recovered. But now the other two men you kicked were back up from the fight with the other baraneers and ready to attack with the third man.
You vision darkened and blurred more as black dots began to appear as you watched as the man with dark eyes and hair kick the one with the dagger in the stomach making him fall over once again.
After that your vision was black and your consciousness was gone.
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Spike pov.
He was just here to get over a hang over that all, a day of morning drinking with the afternoon passed out in him room only to wake up later in the evening with a ragging hang over.
So he did what he was does best and headed down over to the bar for the second time that day with his remedy egg in his pocket.
Spike was now sat at the bar with his egg cracked in his drink, he had the will to down it but he was in a daze caused by his pounding head so he wanted to sit for a while to see if it lessened before downing his remedy.
He was sitting sloppily staring at his drink before the door opened and swift foot steps followed in the drunken noise of the bar.
He looked up and saw her, she was dressed like a man almost and clothed in only black and brown, his eyes met hers and he swore that she could see in his soul. Her brows were furrowed and her eyes were hard and cold but with a certain warmth and comfort laid underneath. It felt like that she was looking right threw him, but then she ripped her eyes away and continued on.
She didn’t look like the type to be wanting to be picked up at a bar, more like that she might actually tear your throat out if you said the wrong thing. But spike knew that looks don’t judge, so he downed his egg and decided to make a move.
Maybe he could get lucky tonight.
He was until he wasn’t, the next thing he saw he wasn’t even sure if he saw it right because it happened so fast.
A fist tried to make contact with her but the man was on the floor in seconds with his face now rearranged, other men stood around her as she worked her way threw them, one hitting the ground like a fly and the other two kicked across a few feet and into a table.
She made a run for it before the taller of the five could get to her but she was to late.
Spike knew the syndicate when he saw it, he picked her up by the neck and slammed her into the table and then the floor.
He swore and knew he had to intervene if he wanted her to live, or at least not be a cripple.
He walked up with his hands in his pockets and kicked his arm in making the syndicate member drop her back onto the floor, then spike kicked his head in and he stumbled over holding his head on the floor.
Spike turned and the other man from earlier was about to attack but spike beat him to it and punched him in the throat, making him one with the floor once again.
The man spike just kicked got up along with the two that got to know the table personally and the people sitting at it a little bit earlier, now sporting new bruises that the didn’t come in the bar with.
Spike made quick work the the three, he did a spinning jump round house the man’s head he kicked once again, knocking him down on the floor once again but this time his connection being face first.
An upper cut to one of the men still up and a side kick to the stomach for the other and they were all down and finished. Spike looked down at your unconscious body and took a mental note at the damage that you received.
Your shirt was torn open across your abdomen exposing the deep bloody gash that married it starting from the center of your stomach and going up to your ribs on the left lateral side of your body, with bruises that had all the colors of the rainbow with the start of black welts surrounding the wound.
By now you and the floor were covered in blood still oozing from your wound, spike knew that he couldn’t take you to a hospital, he didn’t know your situation but what he did know was that the syndicate was after you and if he took you there they would most likely find you in your most vulnerable state.
So he did what he could only think he could do in that moment, he picked you up and ran out of the bar, the bar tender yelling at him for not paying as you made his way out and to the bebop.
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There was no time to call the ship since he was running with a dying person in his arms, his hands were a little full at the moment.
Spike made his way to the docks wear the bebop sat idle in the water, he made his way inside and started screaming like a banshie hoping that jet was there, worst case scenario is Faye being the only one on board but he doubted that.
Every time they made a stop she immediately booked it, though that didn’t matter since she would come and go as she pleased weather they were landed or not, but that wasn’t the problem right now.
“JET! JET! I HAVE A PROBLEM!”
Spike ran to the main hanger and layer you down on the couch, you were still passed out but you were looking worse now.
Your skin had significantly paled and you and his arms along with part of his button up were stained with your blood, in fact you were covered in it. Your own inner fluid staining your own button up and pooling into your black jean jacket and flowing down to your baggy jean pants the blood making it stick to your thighs.
The fingers that were Brocken were now black, purple, blue all the way from the tip of your fingers and down to the base of the first Knuckles and extremely limp.
“JET I DON’T THINK THERES A LOT OF TIME YOU MIGHT WANNA GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!”
Jet then came in running threw the door looking at bit panicked from the commotion that spike was causing. He saw the bloody covered on spike and he felt his stomach drop thinking that spike may of really fucked up this time and got himself hurt beyond belief.
But that wasn’t the case he realized when he made his way to the couch wear spike was standing in front of wear you laid.
He looked down and saw your bloody beat up body staining the couch.
“Spike, who is this?”
“I don’t know but just….help her or do something dammit!”
Spike exclaimed, your condition was getting worse by the moment and spike was starting to loose his cool, he did not want some strange chick he saw at bar and decided to have sympathy for dying on the couch.
“I’ll go get the med kit.”
And jet promptly ran out of the room to go grab what he needed to help.