Spike (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} chipswiththat) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} marinanova, |
Spike isn’t sure what it is that alerts him that something is up. Or rather, he knows what it is but not what it is — just that something happened in the last couple of days. Something has entered the dome, something that gives him a sickening tingle down his spine, something that absolutely shouldn’t be here and after the progression of events, it can only really be one thing.
Hair slicked back, he tugs the leather duster on. Tightens the laces in his boots one last time.
At first he didn’t think Jack had the balls to do it and then he thought the Defence Force wouldn’t let him and now look at where they are. Dabbling in things they don’t understand, condemning him to an eternity of unspeakable torture and he didn’t even kill anyone, a fact that he sorely regrets now. At least then, it would be well deserved. This just seems disproportionately cruel.
Jaw set, he hits the streets. Takes course for the Defence Force headquarters, his first guess as to where these witches could be hiding with his bloody soul. This time, there won’t be any survivors even if he has to slaughter the entire dome — it wouldn’t be the first time in any case.
(( OPEN TO RANDOM ENCOUNTERS as Spike makes his way towards an untimely ensouling. Defence Force members out on their regularly scheduled patrols welcome, but please keep it to one-on-one threads for easy tagging. The attack/stalking group (Kitty (AoA), Data, Jack, Wally and M’gann) will be nearby to steer him in the right direction and intervene if things get too dangerous, so let’s not make it too dangerous or disruptive so he misses his own endgame. ))