✾ twenty-first hit | accidental video

[The recording starts when the communicator falls to the ground at an awkward angled sort of position. There's already a fight going on. There's a bleach blond man whose face is contorted into angry lines unlike any wrinkles that might come naturally with age. After all, there is nothing natural about his age at all. He's wearing a black leather duster which makes it hard to see, but there is blood on it. Not his own.]

[It's from the man he's got pinned against the wall. The one who is screaming for him to leave him the fuck alone.]

[Spike just smirks and knees him hard in the groin.]

I already told you we don't use that kind of language! And we don't go nicking free sugar packets from cafes without bloody purchase either! Consider this a permanent lesson then.

[Spike lifts the other man forward and then slams him up against the wall again. The video doesn't catch the way his head cracks against the wall, but the audio relays the sound.]

[ The conflict then drops to silence, displaced communicator catching a cut-off view of the blond. Perceptible to the blond is a set of footsteps, but he brushes them off. It's just a kid passing by, nothing to worry about.

Suddenly-

Two shots crack, ripping through the silence, two bullets slamming into the back of his neck. ]

[ His hand moves up to the back of his neck even as he's falling down to his knees and then crumpling down in the alley completely. If he were human things would be over now. As it is, they look over for the moment—just two lifeless bodies bleeding in the night. But those bullets weren't wood and his neck is not his heart so after a few moments pass he's pushing himself back up, laughing as he does so. At least it's supposed to be laughing. It sounds rough given the damage that's still trying to put itself right inside him.]

That all you got then?

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