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[captainjhart]

Who: Future Spike & John [Closed]
What: Trying to stop the crazy
Where: IDK wherever Future Crazy Spike is hiding.

John stumbled through the hallways, searching frantically for any sign of the vampire. He was still injured pretty severely and it wasn't easy to move quickly, but he didn't care. He needed to find Spike.

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[yesanotherone]

Spike curled up, rocking back and forth in the fetal position. He was in the light. The bright light, and he wasn't burning. But he was still being punished. Over and over, he had to remember. He had to remember his story. That's why the man had locked him in the dark.

"Find the key, break the girl." He was shaking now, he'd run out of rats in his cell weeks ago now, and there weren't even left over crumbs in this strange place he'd woken up in.

He'd found a shiny box, the kind he used to talk in before he became the bad man again.

The drowned man was coming to get him, before the Man, before the dark girl. If he was real, he would save him.

Just like he'd tried to do. He'd just tried to save him from drowning. He didn't mean to take his spark, he didn't mean to make the eyes go cold. He wanted to help. Just wanted to help.

But bad men couldn't help.

No one could save the drowning man.

Spike sniffled into his arm, still rocking back and forth and shaking.

[captainjhart]

John entered a part of the base that he'd not been in before. He hadn't had much time to go exploring yet, after all. He'd been pretty busy his first few days there getting drunk and getting laid, and later he had been too injured to go very far.

John continued to open random doors, and found one of them actually opening to a set of stair leading down into the dark. Like a basement.

It looked like a prime place for evil minions the be hiding, but a nagging voice in the back of John's head told him to take a chance and see what was down there. Slowly and cautiously, he descended the stairs. As he reached the bottom, he groped in the dark for a light switch, and found one. It only gave off a very dim light, but he was able to look around a bit.

This place was a drastic difference from the rest of the base, which was, for the most part, clean and well decorated. This place was dank and had a musty smell. Definitely the basement, he thought

[yesanotherone]

Spike jumped at the sound of John's voice. "N-no. No. No. Not real, not real. All lies. The bad man can't save the drowned man." He curled up even tighter, refusing to look up.

He wasn't real, men didn't come back from the dead anymore. Men like the drowned one were dead when they died, or were put in a box.

He sniffed louder, so confused and upset as to what was tearing his world so upside down. He'd just barely gotten used to his dark prison, and now he was in another one, a different one that was so cruel as to show him what he'd lost.

"Story in flesh," he muttered. "Can't forget flesh."

[captainjhart]

John rushed forward. "Spike! It's okay! It's going to be okay!" Finally rounding a corner, he came upon the disturbing sight.

Disheveled almost beyond recognition, and rocking in the fetal position was Spike. John's heart dropped to his stomach.

"Spike, love. What've they done to you." Oh, he was a mess. John felt sick, seeing him like this. What a cruel joke, taking him away, then giving him back, but damaged. Poor Spike. All because John had been so stupid as to go to the party.

He tentatively approached the distressed vampire. Kneeling, he placed a hand on Spike's shoulder.

"Hey. Hey. You don't have to do that. I'm here now. It's okay."