You're My Target ~ Spike Spiegel One Shot

Target Lock On

I was trapped. I felt helpless and my wrists hurt from the rusted shackles that were slightly cutting off my circulation.

How had I gotten myself into this mess? I have no idea.

It all happened so fast after all. One minute I'm out and on my way to meet with Faye--who had sent a message to me that she was stopping by to refule and stock up or something.

Anyways, not even three steps into town, I was grabbed from behind and a cloth that smelled of chlorine was covered over my face.

When I had opened my eyes again, I was chained and shackled up in a dark room. My pockets feel like they were emptied and I freaked before calming down when my locket was still on my neck. If it had been taken... well at the minimum this city would be done for and turn to nothing but dust.

The iron door to the room opened, revealing three men. One was standing a step in front while the other two were a step behind and on either side. The one in front wore a mask that looked like a demented clown. It really creeped me out. (A/N: I hate clowns! Bad memories...)

"Who are you?" I asked, my stubborn side not letting me show any signs of fear. "Where am I, and why in the galactical nonsense did you people kidnap me?!"

"Shut it tuts, you know why you're here." The clown face snapped. "Where is the key?"

I tilted my head to the side to fake confusion. "What key? I think you already took my house keys." That earned me a slap across the face by one of the buff men behind clown face.

"I'll ask again: where is the key to the final product of Project P.L.U.T.O?" (A/N: any one know this reference that I changed up a tiny bit?) Clown face bit out. Seems I he has quite the short fuse.

"I don't know what you mean." With that another blow was sent to the same cheek. I spit out some blood to the side. "You can try and try to get me to tell you, but my answer will always be the same: I don't know."

And let the beating begin, the men were no longer aiming to slap my face, but to kick and punch me instead. Punch to the gut, kick to the spin, blow to the sides, you name it.

Just as one of them were about to return to hiting my face, the iron door was kicked.

Then another hit to the door, which waa sent flying off its hinges and squishing Clown Face under it. I looked up to see a man with dark, messy hair. I could see a woman and boy with a metal battering ram or something too.

"You alright (Y/N)?!" The woman called. It was Faye.

"Faye! Yeah, just peachy." I said with a bit of sarcasm.

"Who're you?" One of the men asked.

"This is private property." The other stated.

The dark haired man just staied silent. He held up a gun. "Just getting back what was taken from us." With that, the men dropped to their knees, each had received a bullet to the shoulder.

A little boy popped up beside me with bolt cutters. Once my chains were cut and my wrists were free, I was suddenly picked up like some sort of princesse by strong arms.

I looked up to see the dark haired male that shot my captor's shoulder. "Alright, now that we've got your friend back, Faye, let's get out of here." The man said and with that we were on our way out.

As we exited to the outside world, I looked over the man's shoulder to see that I had been kept in a rusty old power plant that had been shut down for two to four decades.

Faye chevked me over for any wounds when we returned to my house. After her worrying, Faye introduced me to her traveling companions.

The handsome man that had carried me back was named Spike Spiegel. The name suited him, his hair looked rather spiky after all.

It was night and I couldn't sleep. The day's events were now my new nightmare, replacing the usual nightmares about (biggest fear).

Finally giving in to the fact that I was definitely not going to be getting any sleep tonight, I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of my bed as I simultaneously threw the covers from my body.

I threw on a (f/c) coat on over my (s/f/c) pajamas and walked out of my room. I tippy toed passed the sleeping boy on my couch and sleeping Faye--who opted for my blowup mattress.

I soundlessly made it to the kitchen and quietly slid the glass door open and stepped out on to the balcony--sliding the glass door shut behind me. "Couldn't sleep?" I jumped at the voice and looked around till I saw Spike.

His green hair seemed even more dark under the night sky, his face illuminated by the cigarette he was smoking... wait a minute. "This is a no smoking zone buddy!" I hissed--not wanting to wake anyone up--and swiped the glowing stink bomb bud out of his mouth and smashed it out on the rail before tossing the remains into a trash can.

"That wasn't very nice, (y/n). I just lit that." He mumbled at me, but I just pointed to the sign above the glass sliding door. "That sign up there means no smoking. There are kids in next door that hand out on that balcony over there." I jabbed a thumb in the direction of my neighbor's balcony. "And my plants, nor my lungs, appreciate smoking either."

I unfolded one of the beach chairs and sat down. "You might have saved me from Clown face today, but you also got the bounty that was on his head so don't complain."

It was silent. He was looking at me with a hard look before finally speaking. "You've got it all wrong (y/n). Taking out Clown face wasn't my objective tonight..."

I was pulled up from my seat and pressed against a hard chest. "My target... was your heart."