EVENT HORIZON - DAY THREE

[inferis]

[Well, things sure aren't fun for you guys right now, are they? And to make matters worse, some of you have become completely corrupted by the ship, and you've got some crazy new ideas in your heads.

Anyone not corrupted isn't doing that hot either. Not only do you have to deal with your new crazy-face buddies, but you have to deal with your own terrible hallucinations coming at you when you least expect them, and they want you to do terrible, awful things]

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[nothingtobelieve]

[A grin slides over his face. That's all the invitation he needs. He doesn't even notice the damage he's already done to himself as he tightens his grip on the knife and runs at Spike head-long. To hell with trying to be graceful about this in the least. The direct approach is always the best]

[gottaknockhard]

[It's a little like déjà vu watching him, except this time Spike doesn't have any bullets in his gun to counter with. Instead, he takes up a fighting position, all but ready to see how many swings he can avoid.

That's the moment when he sees something behind him. Three seated figures, watching them intently. Spike is about to comment on this, but when he looks back, Vicious is already directly in front of him and all he has time for is a clumsy step back.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[He doesn't know the reason for Spike's distraction, but he knows how to press an advantage, and this close up, even with the other man retreating, it's easy to swipe out at the other man's midsection with the short blade in his hand.

If he offers Spike up as a sacrifice, maybe she'll stop haunting him.]

[gottaknockhard]

[Not quick enough, he can feel the blade cut clean through his jacket and the skin underneath. Sudden pain and confusion surmount his reflexes, and he keeps one arm over the area before swinging back a fist to try and get shove him back and get some distance between them.

Beyond Vicious, the Van start to stand with disgusted looks on their faces, and begin to walk away.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[He really hadn't been expecting to succeed so easily, and he's throw off guard enough by it that the fist catches him and sends him reeling backwards again.]

[gottaknockhard]

[It's as much of a shock to Spike, who keeps trying to figure out why he saw what he saw, while baffling over the sharp pain in his stomach.

When his eyes go back to his attacker, they're fighting to concentrate.]

I think they were hoping that would go the other way around.

[nothingtobelieve]

[He shakes off the blow, although it takes a moment to get the hallway back into focus. A mockery of a smile slowly spreads across his face]

But there's no one here.

[gottaknockhard]

[It's possible Vicious missed them, with how quiet they were. And it's equally possible that he's been touched with the same affliction as everyone else. A trick of the mind, nothing else.]

Just the two of us, then. [He grins, as much as his abdomen burns in a brilliant white-hot agony. Willing his insides to stay in place, Spike pulls away the arm holding it and brings both up to a familiar stance, motioning that he try again.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[His expression twists in anger as he prepares to strike again, lunging forward again. He's distracted at the last moment, though, by the maddening notes of the music box he's been trying to tear the ship apart to get at]