ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ✗ᴄʜᴀsᴇ ᴅᴀᴠᴇɴᴘᴏʀᴛ

Chapter 16

Spike's POV~

Honestly, I feel like I've been away forever. Scrawny Chase kept resisting the truth, that sooner or later I'd be back. But, despite his efforts, here I am.

I inhaled deeply, man it felt good.

"What the fuck are you doing now, you dick?" That Zev guy asked, obviously not caring.

I stood up straight, looking the guy straight in the eye, and smirked.

He stared at me, confused by Chase's sudden personality change.

I shrugged, grinning.

My gaze rested on his club, which rested a few feet away from me. The idiot must've dropped it during the fight, knowing he didn't need it. I don't blame him! Going up against puny little Chase must've been like swatting a fly. A beefy guy like Zev could crush poor Chase's insides, reducing him to no more than mush.

I looked back up at the guy, a sparkle in my eye.

"How about we go another round, eh?" I asked the guy, smiling smugly.

Zev looked slightly taken aback. I'm not sure wether it was the vocal difference between Chase and I, or wether he was shocked that 'Chase' would just suggest a thing like that, especially after his ass just got badly kicked.

I shrugged innocently.

"Just wanted to give you a head start".

Yet another dumbfounded expression screwed onto his fat face.

"Oh for god's sake, let me spell it out for you. Hit me Meat Puppet!"

That obviously got his attention.

Zev started towards me, a disgusting scowl creating creases practically everywhere visible on the guys head.

I bit my lip and pressed a grin.

I waited until Zev was just about one metre in front of me, and dropped to the floor, sliding between his legs.

"The hell!?" Zev screamed, trying to stamp on me as I made my way towards the club.

I grabbed it, and pushed myself back onto my feet, turning back to face him.

"Not the brightest flower in the bunch, are we?" I more-or-less stated, smirking.

Zev grunted, and bounded towards me. There was no way I could win, not with Chase's persona. So, I decided to improvise. I opened my mouth and lunged, my teeth tearing into the meat of Zev's shoulder.

The blood was hot, salty and thick, as it dripped down Zev's shoulder and painted a beard over my lower face. The guard screamed then, a loud, shrill wail of panic almost as braying as the alarm sirens that were still shrieking away.

"Have you lost your mind, kid!?" Zev groaned in between screams, pressing his hand to his wounded shoulder. It was instinct, really, an attempt to stop the pain as best as he could.

I snorted past the blood dripping down my throat like water, and tossed the club lightly in my hand. I gripped it in my two hands, taking a baseball stance, and swung the club around in a brutal arch. The first blow cracked Zev's skull, seemingly like an egg shell. The second blow, however, sent the yolk spilling out of Zev's shell.

The guard collapsed to the floor. Zev stopped moving, Zev stopping screaming, Zev stopped living.

I dropped the club and nodded, satisfied with my work. That'll show that dick Gordon. I, and technically Chase, took out one of Gordon's best of the best. Spike, and Chase, puny little us compared to Zev the beast. And we won. But I'm not giving the credit to the feeble. This was me, my victory. And, can I just say, my other fights never felt this good.

As I stood over my achievement, I didn't notice over ten guards run into this section of the facility. Well, not until they had me completely surrounded. Not only was I out numbered, but the guards were armed. I could probably take out one or two of them, but eventually they'd get me.

I looked up at my captors, and spread my arms out. I walked slowly around in a circle, proving my procurement. All the while, the grin of a champion spread wide across my face.

"Wow, ten guards sent to obtain little old me? I must be precious to you lot".

"Cuff the subject" a female officer ordered.

I willingly stopped circling and stuck my hands out behind my back. An officer came up behind me and slapped the icy chains across my wrists. The whole time, I didn't loose my grin. The feeling of attainment was one thing they couldn't take away from me.

"OK, take him back for testing" the same officer demanded.

I felt a cold prick against my neck, and a familiar loopy feeling swam through my head.

"I don't care" I said, mostly to myself. I could feel Chase reemerging anyway.

'This'll be a surprise for him! ' I thought happily. 'Wakey wakey Chasey boy! The fun's just beginning!'

"Good luck dealing with this" I laughed, not intentionally out loud, using up whatever strength I had left.

I returned to a black abyss of unconsciousness.

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Alright, so I hope this chapter was alright! I found it really hard writing this from Spike's POV to be honest, so that's why it's kinda short. Anyway, please let me know what you think - criticism welcome and urgently needed. Also, what do you guys think of the new writing format? I really like it to be honest, but the only thing I hate about it is that in order to save your work, you have to technically publish it, which sucks.

This weeks dedication goes out to *drum roll*...

@LovetheCookieMonster !!!

Reason:

She is always really supportive and gives me really awesome feedback. Also, if you didn't know already, she makes pretty much all my covers for me without hesitation and I really appreciate her doing that for me!