"ya know, I still do have a gun" Tom said. "I'm choosing to kill you in person and bide my time so I am the one taking mercy on you foolish hunter. Besides I could catch any ole' arrow easy. You are a coward to run behind your little barrier. wimp. You're not worth the blood anyway" Tom said and then turned his back and started walking. "be seeing you soon" Tom said crossing a finger over his throat.
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"Big words for an immortal creature who has ten times the strength of a human.." Spike aimed the crossbow at Tom's back. He pulled the trigger releasing the arrow. The arrow was made out of purrified refined silver. "Catch this.."
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Tom turned around arranging his hand to catch the arrow then he saw a strange glint come off the arrow. Normal steel doesn't glint like that... this was silver! Tom quickly leaned back doing the matrix. It glanced his index finger but it didn't hurt too much. When he came back up he noticed his finger was smoking. He sure was glad he hadn't caught that arrow! he did another salute and began walking though a little more quickly this time.
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With a solemn look that would strike fear into the heart of any human on the planet he said. "That is for Marcus.." Spike turned around and walked back into the building this time wielding a strange blade. Exiting the shild barrier he walked towards his home. Getting about a block away from the gun store where he stays it begins to rain heavily. He walks on forward as if nothing was happening untill he reached the door and went on inside. "I'll have to make the Jericho myself..."
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'I will finish what I started later" Tom said. 'Until then maybe you should take the action of finding and killing him. It's almost morning anyway. Come with me. You can chill in my house until nightfall"
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One of the fabled holy bullets pierced directly into Clyde's side as he hit Spike's barrier. An odd man with a large pistol was standing on the roof. "Begone pestilance or this next bullet will hit you in the head." Spike had been leaning up against a wall when he pulled the older model of Jericho. He fired it into Clyde and tried to find one more solar grenade. "Why won't you leave.. all I have are these damn regular bullets.."
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Clyde grins and pulls the bloody bullet from out of his side. He sits on the couch resting from his small wound. He peered over the couch and looked at Tom.
"yep, oh yeah and avoid the sauce. I got the pizza boy good for this sorry practical joke," he said pulling out some of the garlic sauce in the pizza box. He threw a piece to Clyde. "So, you are?" He asked.
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Spike walked from his apartment down the street to his normal bar. He walked inside and went up to the bar and ordered a drink. The bartender looked at him and spoke. "Damn spike looks like you had one hell of a night..." Spike replied. "You wouldn't believe it.." The bartender was named Jet and had know Spike for years. "Well Spike.. was it more chiropertans?" Spike looked uneasy and leaned in close. "Jet you know for a face that we aren't allowed to talk about the afflicted in a public place. If the leader heard about this we would be dead." Spike leaned back and took a long drink of whiskey.
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Spike sighed as he took another drink, a cigarette still lit in his mouth. He placed the glass down and waited for something to happen that would catch his attention.
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You know there are other Tom's in the world besides Tom Cruise... for instance I could ask Are you Clyde Barrow, the old robber/lover of bonny?" TOm asked giggling. "You aren't Clyde Barrow are you?" he asked.
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Spike leaned back in his seat and watched a girl walk past him. "Wow now that is a view." He spoke with confidence as she walked by. Her boyfriend weny up to him and just hit him the face without warning. While on the ground Spike tried to get up and fight back but Jet had already pointed a shotgun at the man. "If you cause porblems in my bar you're out. I've already had one employee leave and you better not scare away any of my customers." Spike got back to his seat and laughed.
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