Disclaimer: Whatever characters from the anime/manga that appear, I do not own. (I'm considering a char crossover of bebop and sm... Hnn) Some characters I do own… This is pretty much an original story I've been composing on the side BUT I just replaced my characters with some familiar faces. :] Figured I'd just see how this plays out and if its worth it I'll keep going. Sweet… maybe? Oh the song lyrics.. are mine too.. thought this song would work.. so please don't take them.
Ch. 1: Part One: So it Starts..
"There's something… in the… air…"
A bold and bluesy voice sang accompanied by a piano whose rhythm was just as dark. The bass lined walked down smooth like the fingers on the hand of the pianist that played. The vocalist looked over the crowd to the back of the room, to the entrance of the club. The club was in the style of an old blues club. There was the stage and small tables around, booths ran along the walls. Waitresses made their rounds, bartenders filled orders, and the people indulged in their nightly behaviors.
There was a gun shot outside, however not at all fazed by the noise the vocalist kept on,
"…it's making us crazy…"
The door was violently opened and a large framed man, stepped through throwing forth the shot up bouncer's lifeless body. The man stood over six feet tall, built stout with a rough face, he held up a gun to the stage. The crowd fell silent with fear. There was a stillness in time and every motion slowed down. The man stared at the vocalist, finger on the trigger. He spoke with a rough voice, "You know what I'm here for" he raised a second pistol at the pianist. The vocalist stared back at the man, unmoved and unafraid. The pianist didn't move either. The vocals and piano began again...
"I can taste the tension…"
"You think this is a game?" he spoke again. The crowd was still quiet. They were unable to leave with the strange man at the door and we're too afraid to move with the chance of being shot.
"The scent of angst is here…"
The man squeezed the triggers, before he got either guns' shot off he was on the ground with two bullets in his forehead. Both the performers on stage had pulled their guns and shot the man, with an unreal swiftness and haunting grace. The crowd stared in fear, awe, and confusion. The two on stage adjusted their coats and walked off stage, down the center of the club, and over the dead bodies. The vocalist hummed while walking out the door.
"There's something... in... the air."
Very brief right? This could get interesting.