Cowboy Bebop
A New Face
by
Larry Johnson
Chapter 1 -Section I- The beginning.
Viscious quickly grabbed Spike's head with his uninjured hand, trying to crush it. Obviously he was failing, for Spike was still very much alive. Switching to another plan, he quickly bashed him through the window, imagining he would fall to his death. As he watched Spike fall through, he heard a few clinks of something behind him. He went to look, to his suprise, it was a grenade. His eyes widened as he quickly moved, jumping over the guide rail. He landed on the bottom with a limp, running as fast as he could. He was interrupted by the cocking of a gun to the side of him. "I wouldn't be going anywhere if I were you, Viscious." Viscious quickly looked over to where he had heard the voice, the explosion of the grenade blew his trenchcoat around him. All he could see was the tip of the gun pointing out of the darkness. "..Who might you be?" Viscious said, a gleam of fear in his eyes. "All I need to know is I'm here to kill you. Goodbye." With that, the noise of the gun ricocheted around the old church. Viscious fell limp to the ground, as the smoke from the barrel of the pistol cleared, the man walked out of the darkness, revealing his dark brown, buzzed hair, glasses, and a light hazel color in his eyes. He quickly reached behind his coat, pulling out a grenade, he pulled out the pin, throwing it ontop of the body. With that, he ran quickly outside, to the church steps, seeing a girl and the man that had fought Viscious before. The woman quickly grabbed the pistol out of the man's pants, holding it up to him. He raised his hands, holding the gun limply in one hand. "Listen, there's a gre--" he was interrupted by the blast of the grenade, he ducked for cover, only for a piece of debris to come flying at him, knocking him senseless on the temple. He fell limply down the stairs, before totally blacking out. The sound of footsteps could be heard, until he finally went unconcious.
Chapter 1 -Section II- Introductions.
He slowly came to, laying on a soft red couch. He looked around, holding his head, a bandage over where the piece of wood had hit him. He saw the same man that was on the ground wrapped completely up in bandages, except his eyes. He took a look to the left of him, seeing the woman once again, sitting down on a chair. He quickly got up, groaning as he did so, his whole body aching. The woman quickly turned around, seeing him get up, she smiled at him. He smiled back, nodding softly. "Thanks..You must be Faye." The woman looked very much suprised that he knew her name. "How..did you..--" Faye said, quickly being cut off by him. "--How did I know your name? Simple, everyone around where I used to live knew you." She relaxed a little bit, nodding. "That's why Larry sounds so familiar. I don't know where you're from yet, though." He tilted his head at her, a confused look on his face. Faye quickly held up his wallet, showing his identification. "Ah, I see..If you stole any money out of there, I'll.." She laughed, a big grin on her face. "Relax, I don't think I'd be stupid enough to do that." He nodded to her, smiling. "How long have I been out?" She turned back around, finishing up an apple she was eating. "Oh, I'd say about six hours." He sighed, touching the spot where the bandage was. "Oh..well, thanks.." She smiled at him, looking a little seductive, wearing a red dress, the same dress that she was wearing when he first saw her. "No problem, I figured you could come in handy sometime if I needed a favor. These guys were supposed to be my friends, but when I needed them, the only reason Spike came along is because he had a score to settle..with Viscious." He chuckled, closing his eyes for a moment. "Ah, I always have room for one more where I live." He just now realized what he said, a blush coming to his face. "Er..I mean, if you want to stay with me, that is." He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. She turned back around, smirking at him, eyeing him also. "Oh, so someone as handsome as you doesn't have a girl who would be jealous of me staying with you?" He blinked at her, the blush now irritating him, he looked away, staying silent. She laughed again, standing up. "Well, I need to get some sleep. You're gear is hanging over there.." She pointed to the opposite side of the couch, his belt hanging over it. "There's also food down the hallway too, in case you get hungry. Oh, and I'll think about joining you." He nodded at her, standing up, grabbing his gear also. "..Thanks again." She walked down another hallway, obviously going to her room. He looked over to Spike, laughing at how he looked, shaking his head as he placed his gear on the table, sitting down next to it as he began to work on his pistols.
Chapter 1 -Section I- The beginning.
Viscious quickly grabbed Spike's head with his uninjured hand, trying to crush it. Obviously he was failing, for Spike was still very much alive. Switching to another plan, he quickly bashed him through the window, imagining he would fall to his death. As he watched Spike fall through, he heard a few clinks of something behind him. He went to look, to his suprise, it was a grenade. His eyes widened as he quickly moved, jumping over the guide rail. He landed on the bottom with a limp, running as fast as he could. He was interrupted by the cocking of a gun to the side of him. "I wouldn't be going anywhere if I were you, Viscious." Viscious quickly looked over to where he had heard the voice, the explosion of the grenade blew his trenchcoat around him. All he could see was the tip of the gun pointing out of the darkness. "..Who might you be?" Viscious said, a gleam of fear in his eyes. "All I need to know is I'm here to kill you. Goodbye." With that, the noise of the gun ricocheted around the old church. Viscious fell limp to the ground, as the smoke from the barrel of the pistol cleared, the man walked out of the darkness, revealing his dark brown, buzzed hair, glasses, and a light hazel color in his eyes. He quickly reached behind his coat, pulling out a grenade, he pulled out the pin, throwing it ontop of the body. With that, he ran quickly outside, to the church steps, seeing a girl and the man that had fought Viscious before. The woman quickly grabbed the pistol out of the man's pants, holding it up to him. He raised his hands, holding the gun limply in one hand. "Listen, there's a gre--" he was interrupted by the blast of the grenade, he ducked for cover, only for a piece of debris to come flying at him, knocking him senseless on the temple. He fell limply down the stairs, before totally blacking out. The sound of footsteps could be heard, until he finally went unconcious.
Chapter 1 -Section II- Introductions.
He slowly came to, laying on a soft red couch. He looked around, holding his head, a bandage over where the piece of wood had hit him. He saw the same man that was on the ground wrapped completely up in bandages, except his eyes. He took a look to the left of him, seeing the woman once again, sitting down on a chair. He quickly got up, groaning as he did so, his whole body aching. The woman quickly turned around, seeing him get up, she smiled at him. He smiled back, nodding softly. "Thanks..You must be Faye." The woman looked very much suprised that he knew her name. "How..did you..--" Faye said, quickly being cut off by him. "--How did I know your name? Simple, everyone around where I used to live knew you." She relaxed a little bit, nodding. "That's why Larry sounds so familiar. I don't know where you're from yet, though." He tilted his head at her, a confused look on his face. Faye quickly held up his wallet, showing his identification. "Ah, I see..If you stole any money out of there, I'll.." She laughed, a big grin on her face. "Relax, I don't think I'd be stupid enough to do that." He nodded to her, smiling. "How long have I been out?" She turned back around, finishing up an apple she was eating. "Oh, I'd say about six hours." He sighed, touching the spot where the bandage was. "Oh..well, thanks.." She smiled at him, looking a little seductive, wearing a red dress, the same dress that she was wearing when he first saw her. "No problem, I figured you could come in handy sometime if I needed a favor. These guys were supposed to be my friends, but when I needed them, the only reason Spike came along is because he had a score to settle..with Viscious." He chuckled, closing his eyes for a moment. "Ah, I always have room for one more where I live." He just now realized what he said, a blush coming to his face. "Er..I mean, if you want to stay with me, that is." He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. She turned back around, smirking at him, eyeing him also. "Oh, so someone as handsome as you doesn't have a girl who would be jealous of me staying with you?" He blinked at her, the blush now irritating him, he looked away, staying silent. She laughed again, standing up. "Well, I need to get some sleep. You're gear is hanging over there.." She pointed to the opposite side of the couch, his belt hanging over it. "There's also food down the hallway too, in case you get hungry. Oh, and I'll think about joining you." He nodded at her, standing up, grabbing his gear also. "..Thanks again." She walked down another hallway, obviously going to her room. He looked over to Spike, laughing at how he looked, shaking his head as he placed his gear on the table, sitting down next to it as he began to work on his pistols.