Chapter 1: Bad Day

Spike Storm was having an incredibly bad day— No it was more like a bad month if he said so himself. Rolling down the street. His arms pushing the wheelchair he very much hated and going down the streets. He could almost feel the eyes on him as he passed people. It was somewhere around the afternoon. But Spike really wasn’t caring. In fact he felt depressed. As he wasn’t sure what he could do. Spike sighed as he remembered how only a month ago he was a Cop, and a pretty damn good one if he might say so himself.

That was until a month ago when his life went straight to the gutter.

“Fuck, how the hell is it I made it through to god damn tours in the middle east. Get hired on as a cop and I somehow fucking ended up in this situation?” He cursed under his breath. Such a thing he’d been doing lately. He was angry— No he was depressed. Hell Spike wasn’t sure what he wanted but he was mad. He also hated how people watched him. Almost pity him. He wanted to just smack one of them but a part of him held that side back.

All because of one month, though at least they didn’t hate him. He shuddered thinking of the phone calls. One bad day and now he was fucked over for the rest of his life.

He remember just walking down the road on a dark cold night. Someone had called in about some noise. Spike figured that it was someone that had too much to drink, and it would be an easy job go over find the guy, and take him in letting him detox in the drunk tank. Nothing too crazy The wind was chilly fuck Spike wished that he brought a jacket with him. But those things happened and it wasn’t anything he could do to stop it.

‘Next time I’ll bring one heh, yeah. Get this guy head back to the station a nice cup of coffee, Then I’ll put on my sunglasses and have a donut. Richard can make a joke saying I need the mustache.’ He snorted at the thought. Especially the idea of him with a mustache. He tried growing one once and it made him look stupid. No facial hair was something he never did. Not without looking like a teenager.

Spike walked down the Alleyway when he heard a loud bang. He looked around seeing a trSpike can fall over, his heart pounded as he saw a dog walking over a small scruffy dog. That looked so lonely.

“Hey little guy, are you ok?” Spike asked looking at the old thing. It gave a light bark before walking away. Spike nodded tipping his hat.

“Got it on your way citizen.” The dog sneezed and walked off, almost as if it was imagining; Weird human.

Spike sighed figuring that was the source of the noise and head off though of course, he was going to need to give a full search. Otherwise, he might get yelled at. Just another day in the life of a cop.

Maybe it Spike had walked away and went on home, said fuck the paperwork. He could’ve been better. But no that wasn’t the case as he moved down the Alley way. When he heard a voice off on the other side,

“You got the cash?”

“Yeah but do you have the Stuff?” two men walking they were standing on the other side clearly not noticing Spike as he looked over, and realized A drug deal was going on at this moment. He reached over grabbing his holster. He just need to get in close and stop the two. Make sure neither run off. There was suddenly a flSpike of light and the next thing Spike new he was in a hospital. His eyes feeling heavy while looking around.

“What happened?” Spike asked though he found he couldn’t remember what happened after that flSpike of bright light. When he tried getting up he found he couldn’t In fact. He wasn’t even able to feel the lower half of his body.

His life didn’t get any better, apparently there was a dead body found, a black man who was shot dead. Adding with a cop it didn’t end well the news had a field day with that. He was given death threats for the last month. No one knowing the full context of what happen even Spike didn’t and he was there. Apparently the doctor had called it Temporary amnesia, basicly after a traumatic even the bring shuts down and his memory may slowly come back or it never will. Spike felt his blood boil.

The only reason he wasn’t in jail was because the bullet in the other mans didn’t come from his gun, then the fact he was paralized it was dubbed self defense. But they never found the third man. Spike wished he could find. Though he was afraid of what he might do. Since he imagined that if he did. It would not end well for ether of them. Spike imagined if he found the man or even suspected who it was Spike would’ve made sure the man hadn’t survived.

Though Spike wouldn’t find out, not for a long time, after his accident he left the force. He felt useless while his brothers risked his life. He couldn’t take desk duty for the rest of his life. That was what hurt him the most. The feeling of being useless. Not knowing what he could do to truly help him. Then the fact was he never had a plan B. His father was a cop, and his father was a cop, and his fathers, father. The fact was Spike only knew this, and not much else.

Spike whimpered as he made a turn over into the local gas station. As he got in. It took him a couple of minutes adjusting the wheelchair but he made it inside. A hard grunt while an old woman opened the door for him.

“There you go sunny.” She said with a light smile,

“Thanks,” Spike muttered trying to give a smile. Though it was hard, he could only force it. He hadn’t smiled in the last month, genuinely smiled. That simply hurt. He rolled in and grabbed a drink. He had some savings left but he knew he’d need to get another job. Though who would hire him. He didn’t want to go on the government's dime. He was too proud for that. He didn’t want to rely on it while others needed it more than him. He cursed more. Though a thought came to him. A dark one as he remembered his gun locked up in his home. A shot a single shot. As he sweats a bullet. It wouldn’t hurt just the pull of a trigger and it would all be over. No pain- No misery, Hell What did he have to live for. Betty left him not too long after his accident.

The reason being;

‘Your just too god damn depressed, I can’t take it anymore. You don’t want to see a therapist, all your doing is staying in this house its not good for you! It’s not good for me!’ She left him that day, didn’t even bother to give him time the shock of it. Spike remembered the temptation on that day to take the gun and do it. He even remembered the temptation the night he got out of the hospital. Those thoughts.

It’s just a single shot, I could do it. No one would miss me, I’d be just another cripple they have to bury. I don’t have anyone else. That small voice in his head said, he tried shaking it off. Think of something anything to get that damn voice out of his head. He shook his head as he tried to find a memory. A happy memory to try and get that thought away. He saw the Lottery Tickets as he took a gulp.

I could give it a shot, I mean if I win I could buy a pizza or, just have an extra bit of cSpike. Not like I need the money, Plus it could be my last night… No stop that! Stop thinking those thoughts oh dear god stop! He grunted as he shook his head.

He walked towards the front counter, and placed the drink on the counter. The stations attendent smiled a cheerful young girl who wasn’t beaten down by life, gave a thumbs up.

“Hey there, is there anything else you might need Sir?” She had a peppy voice as she bounced over slightly Spike noticed her breast bouncing and nipples sticking against her work shirt.

“Um, I’d like a lottery ticket, the 750,000 a year for life.” The girl nodded as she reached down and pulled one out. The scratch off was a enticing as he moved his finger over taking it and handed the money, the total was around twenty-five dollars. He rolled over the side. He began scratching them off. Of course it was the number one match the number and you win.

He didn’t look at them at first a shudder as he was afraid of jinxing it. When he finally finished. He examined it. There was only one winner. Though he hadn’t uncovered that.

His quarter moved over it and began scratching it off and revealed what he won. He was imagining it would be fifty bucks. Though suddenly his eyes widened. When he saw what it really said. It stated clear as day.

“I won… I WON!” He suddenly screamed in utter shock and surprised his hand whipped up right in the air screaming in excitement. He gripped that ticket and began rolling right out. He was feeling himself smile pure joy spreading over him as he began to head home. The attendant waved with a smile.

“Hey glad you won have a great day!” She said keeping that cheerful smile as Spike Rode off. He rolled on, as he was imagining all the good things that was going to happen. His life would improve. Hell He’d never have to work a day in his life. All he’d have to do is just live his life. He pushed his wheelchair off forward.
That was when he suddenly heard a loud scream, Honking as he turned his head over and realized he was in the street. Then without warning a Semi truck slammed right at him. For Spike at that very moment, everything went dark, and there was nothing.

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