If you are not familiar with Cowboy bebop, don't worry you don't have to know the show to understand this story. But for you to better understand it I'll tell you that he is a bounty hunter in a time of space ships and many different settlements but no aliens... I probably just confused you more.
This is just the beginning so please read the rest over the time I put it in.
I claim no ownership of cowboy bebop and all of the rest of the stuff is mine so don't use it!
Don't sue I have nothing of interest, I wish I did, but I don't.
Best Served Cold... Sometimes By: Soft Rose Clothes
Ch1: a dead angel
A soft pink rose petal drifted to the tabletop. The drooping rose had given its last garment. No longer pink it retained its lethal thorns, yet it was bare... bare, like she was bare, of everything except for the tiny string of her will, the only thing that kept her from letting go... letting go of life.
"Jet are you sure this is the place?" Spike raised and eyebrow at the room filled with dead and dying roses. Jet stepped around him into the room, "yeah this is the place, all of my sources are stable this has to be it" Spike picked up a bare rose stem, "your sources may be stable but they aren't recent. It looks like Kristen Burns hi tailed it out of here a few weeks ago." Spike put the stem back down into its holder and another stem pricked his finger. Spike raised his finger to his lips and sucked on the spot where a drop of blood had formed. Jet was already looking through the apartment, "Hey, guess since we're here we should go ahead and search the apartment." Spike shrugged and went into the bathroom to search through the cabinets. He threw everything over his shoulder that didn't look useful. Spike found a jar of strange pills and turned to yell at Jet, "Hey, Jet..." Spike couldn't finish his sentence for that's when he saw... her.
She lay in the bath an old bath the type with clawed feet. She was the color of snow; her skin looked dead against the pale porcelain of the tub. Clad in a black suit enhanced the effect... a dead angel... her hair was plastered to her head down to her shoulders, then it spread out in a silky brown curtain, over the water, turned pink from her blood. She looked asleep her eyes closed with thick lashes that the mascara had smudged making her look as if she had been crying, and her lips where still a deep red from her lipstick. Spike fell hard to the toilet seat and about fainted when the angel's eye's snapped open and stared.
"You feeling any better?" Spike stood aloft a few feet from the end of her bed. She sighed refusing to open her eyes. "I know you're awake" Spike stepped closer, keeping his hands in his pockets. "Go away." She finally spoke. "No... Kristen Burns." She allowed her eyes to open; "I'm not" He sat down a few inches away in a chair placed next to her bed. "Then tell me, who are you?" She sighed loudly and sunk into the sheets sapped of the energy and will to lie. "I'm Cherry." Spike chuckled. Cherry's eyes narrowed, "It's the truth, my mother was addicted to the things when she was pregnant with me, so she named me Cherry." Spike nodded giving no sign that he believed her. Cherry sighed in exasperation. "So... how did you end up floating in Kristen's bath half dead?" Cherry took in a breath and began her story for the second time.
"I went to Kristen's apartment, I was after the same bounty as you. I thought I had covered my tracks so that I could surprise her, only somehow she knew and was ready for me. When I got to her place she shot me with her own poisonous mixture, that she creates herself with her Rose garden. The poison paralyzed me. So she put me in her bath and filled the tub with water. The water slowed down the poison so that I would feel more pain. Kristen seems to have the same tendency as her boyfriend they both love to torture their victims." Cherry's eyes took on a glassy look, but she quickly shook it away, "She told me how I would die and how long it would take... and then you came. I think otherwise I would have been dead."
Cherry stared for a moment at the ceiling then looked over at Spike he sighed and took out a cigarette from his pocket bringing along with it his right hand that seemed to be bloated three times it's size. He waved it around, "a remnant of her rose garden" Cherry nodded, "the poison must react differently to your body" Spike got up and walked to the door, "Most things do" he left, and she was alone again.
Alone, she could think, alone she could grieve.
End chapter one. Next chapter: Living a Lie
This is just the beginning so please read the rest over the time I put it in.
I claim no ownership of cowboy bebop and all of the rest of the stuff is mine so don't use it!
Don't sue I have nothing of interest, I wish I did, but I don't.
Best Served Cold... Sometimes By: Soft Rose Clothes
Ch1: a dead angel
A soft pink rose petal drifted to the tabletop. The drooping rose had given its last garment. No longer pink it retained its lethal thorns, yet it was bare... bare, like she was bare, of everything except for the tiny string of her will, the only thing that kept her from letting go... letting go of life.
"Jet are you sure this is the place?" Spike raised and eyebrow at the room filled with dead and dying roses. Jet stepped around him into the room, "yeah this is the place, all of my sources are stable this has to be it" Spike picked up a bare rose stem, "your sources may be stable but they aren't recent. It looks like Kristen Burns hi tailed it out of here a few weeks ago." Spike put the stem back down into its holder and another stem pricked his finger. Spike raised his finger to his lips and sucked on the spot where a drop of blood had formed. Jet was already looking through the apartment, "Hey, guess since we're here we should go ahead and search the apartment." Spike shrugged and went into the bathroom to search through the cabinets. He threw everything over his shoulder that didn't look useful. Spike found a jar of strange pills and turned to yell at Jet, "Hey, Jet..." Spike couldn't finish his sentence for that's when he saw... her.
She lay in the bath an old bath the type with clawed feet. She was the color of snow; her skin looked dead against the pale porcelain of the tub. Clad in a black suit enhanced the effect... a dead angel... her hair was plastered to her head down to her shoulders, then it spread out in a silky brown curtain, over the water, turned pink from her blood. She looked asleep her eyes closed with thick lashes that the mascara had smudged making her look as if she had been crying, and her lips where still a deep red from her lipstick. Spike fell hard to the toilet seat and about fainted when the angel's eye's snapped open and stared.
"You feeling any better?" Spike stood aloft a few feet from the end of her bed. She sighed refusing to open her eyes. "I know you're awake" Spike stepped closer, keeping his hands in his pockets. "Go away." She finally spoke. "No... Kristen Burns." She allowed her eyes to open; "I'm not" He sat down a few inches away in a chair placed next to her bed. "Then tell me, who are you?" She sighed loudly and sunk into the sheets sapped of the energy and will to lie. "I'm Cherry." Spike chuckled. Cherry's eyes narrowed, "It's the truth, my mother was addicted to the things when she was pregnant with me, so she named me Cherry." Spike nodded giving no sign that he believed her. Cherry sighed in exasperation. "So... how did you end up floating in Kristen's bath half dead?" Cherry took in a breath and began her story for the second time.
"I went to Kristen's apartment, I was after the same bounty as you. I thought I had covered my tracks so that I could surprise her, only somehow she knew and was ready for me. When I got to her place she shot me with her own poisonous mixture, that she creates herself with her Rose garden. The poison paralyzed me. So she put me in her bath and filled the tub with water. The water slowed down the poison so that I would feel more pain. Kristen seems to have the same tendency as her boyfriend they both love to torture their victims." Cherry's eyes took on a glassy look, but she quickly shook it away, "She told me how I would die and how long it would take... and then you came. I think otherwise I would have been dead."
Cherry stared for a moment at the ceiling then looked over at Spike he sighed and took out a cigarette from his pocket bringing along with it his right hand that seemed to be bloated three times it's size. He waved it around, "a remnant of her rose garden" Cherry nodded, "the poison must react differently to your body" Spike got up and walked to the door, "Most things do" he left, and she was alone again.
Alone, she could think, alone she could grieve.
End chapter one. Next chapter: Living a Lie