Pain in the Abyss
A/N: Lately I've only been writing original fiction but I've come back briefly to visit my all-time favorite anime Cowboy Bebop! ^_^ This is just a one shot because everyone knows I can't finish a chapter story; I just can't. Anyways, please review!
p.s., I don't believe in afterlife. I personally think that once we die we're gonna just float around in a black abyss with only memories to entertain us. As you can tell, I'm a very dark person. -_-; Oh, and it's Julia's P.O.V. first and then it's Spike's.
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Blackness; pure and utter darkness. There is not a scrap of light around me, I can't even see my own hands in front of me. I know that my golden locks are there, draping my face but I cannot feel them.
Is this Hell, or is this just Death in itself? Is the afterlife just spending eternity in the pit of Death's stomach? It just may be.
How did I get here? I do not know. All I remember is staring into the chocolate abyss that were Spike's eyes; and then I was here.
Where is Spike? Is he here with me? No, he's not; Not yet at least. I have the sickening feeling that even if he was but inches from me, I would not be able to touch him. I don't even think I can speak.
Do I have a body or am I just a lost soul wandering in the darkness? I do not know, but I feel airy, almost weightless. Maybe as a punishment for my disgusting excuse for a life, some great force has put me here to spend eternity; Without companionship, without freedom of movement or even love. Yes, I do believe this is my punishment, to spend the rest of eternity without a warm embrace.
I still feel pain. It is as if the wound in my side is still fresh, still burning. Maybe the pain won't ever go away and I must forever feel it. I can live with that. Maybe, if I consentrate on the pain, the sense of loss will disappear. Maybe, if I concentrate on the pain, I can force the memories of Spike out of my head. No, I won't ever forget him, not ever.
The pain, it still may be my consolance.
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Nothing; not a thing. No blood, no lead, nothing. Where did everything go? Is it all gone- everything? No, the pain is still with me. Searing, but there is no blood; or is it just I do not feel it?
Pain. I thought all pain was suppose to leave in Death? Apparently that is not so.
Julia. She feels but a breath away, but there is no breath so that may be far. In this nothingness, maybe I am alone.
God, I could kill for a smoke.
Vicious, where is he? Is he beside me, listening to my confused and anguished thoughts? No, he must feel alone too. Maybe he's burning in a firey tar pit somewhere in this nothingness.
I could use that tar pit as a lighter.
Damn, I never should have started smoking. Oh well, looks like I'm gonna quit while I'm in here. Nicotine is a bitch.
Memories. They come swiftly and leave just as fast. A snapshot of Mars, vision of the Bebop. A memory of Vicious, Julia and I, arms linked, trotting down the street, smiling. I haven't smiled like that for quite some time; looks like it's gonna stay that way. God, I wish Julia was here.
And I wish she had a smoke. Yeah, she always has a smoke. If I was able to, I probably would've started drooling right then. Heh, leave it to me to get nicotine cravings while I'm dead.
Red hair, oh God I'm thinking of that little devil and her furry minion of the anti-christ. Now that I think about it, she was okay for a hyperactive child from Hell. The dog wasn't so bad either, but he sure did shed a lot. Damn dog made me wash my suit.
The pain in my side increases. Maybe I can indulge my self in my own pain to rid of these haunting thoughts; kinda like I did during life. But no, Death seems cruel. I think the pain shall not subside.
The pain, it still may be my consolance.
A/N: Lately I've only been writing original fiction but I've come back briefly to visit my all-time favorite anime Cowboy Bebop! ^_^ This is just a one shot because everyone knows I can't finish a chapter story; I just can't. Anyways, please review!
p.s., I don't believe in afterlife. I personally think that once we die we're gonna just float around in a black abyss with only memories to entertain us. As you can tell, I'm a very dark person. -_-; Oh, and it's Julia's P.O.V. first and then it's Spike's.
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Blackness; pure and utter darkness. There is not a scrap of light around me, I can't even see my own hands in front of me. I know that my golden locks are there, draping my face but I cannot feel them.
Is this Hell, or is this just Death in itself? Is the afterlife just spending eternity in the pit of Death's stomach? It just may be.
How did I get here? I do not know. All I remember is staring into the chocolate abyss that were Spike's eyes; and then I was here.
Where is Spike? Is he here with me? No, he's not; Not yet at least. I have the sickening feeling that even if he was but inches from me, I would not be able to touch him. I don't even think I can speak.
Do I have a body or am I just a lost soul wandering in the darkness? I do not know, but I feel airy, almost weightless. Maybe as a punishment for my disgusting excuse for a life, some great force has put me here to spend eternity; Without companionship, without freedom of movement or even love. Yes, I do believe this is my punishment, to spend the rest of eternity without a warm embrace.
I still feel pain. It is as if the wound in my side is still fresh, still burning. Maybe the pain won't ever go away and I must forever feel it. I can live with that. Maybe, if I consentrate on the pain, the sense of loss will disappear. Maybe, if I concentrate on the pain, I can force the memories of Spike out of my head. No, I won't ever forget him, not ever.
The pain, it still may be my consolance.
*-*-*-*-*
Nothing; not a thing. No blood, no lead, nothing. Where did everything go? Is it all gone- everything? No, the pain is still with me. Searing, but there is no blood; or is it just I do not feel it?
Pain. I thought all pain was suppose to leave in Death? Apparently that is not so.
Julia. She feels but a breath away, but there is no breath so that may be far. In this nothingness, maybe I am alone.
God, I could kill for a smoke.
Vicious, where is he? Is he beside me, listening to my confused and anguished thoughts? No, he must feel alone too. Maybe he's burning in a firey tar pit somewhere in this nothingness.
I could use that tar pit as a lighter.
Damn, I never should have started smoking. Oh well, looks like I'm gonna quit while I'm in here. Nicotine is a bitch.
Memories. They come swiftly and leave just as fast. A snapshot of Mars, vision of the Bebop. A memory of Vicious, Julia and I, arms linked, trotting down the street, smiling. I haven't smiled like that for quite some time; looks like it's gonna stay that way. God, I wish Julia was here.
And I wish she had a smoke. Yeah, she always has a smoke. If I was able to, I probably would've started drooling right then. Heh, leave it to me to get nicotine cravings while I'm dead.
Red hair, oh God I'm thinking of that little devil and her furry minion of the anti-christ. Now that I think about it, she was okay for a hyperactive child from Hell. The dog wasn't so bad either, but he sure did shed a lot. Damn dog made me wash my suit.
The pain in my side increases. Maybe I can indulge my self in my own pain to rid of these haunting thoughts; kinda like I did during life. But no, Death seems cruel. I think the pain shall not subside.
The pain, it still may be my consolance.