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Another Life By: Michelle Ulmer
"Julia passed away." Spikes voice was now going harsh with fatigue, "Lets end it all." And with those words, Spike wrapped his fingers tighter around the hilt of Vicious' katana, the words of the silver hair man before him where hardly heard through winds blowing roughly through the ruins, yet they where still heard, with that coldness that seemed to follow Vicious like a three O' Clock shadow. "If that is your wish."
After the words Spike took a deep breath and pushed the katana forward with great speed as Vicious did the same with his gun.
Hastily grasping the weapon he lifted his gun at the same moment Vicious leaped forward preparing to make slash across Spike with a deadly swipe.
In only moments it was over. Spike feeling that severe pain across his stomach as he pulled swiftly back on the trigger, watching the bullet soar through Vicious.
To Spike, it suddenly seemed to all slow down. Vicious, his once partner falling to the ground with the horror stricken face of defeat. Landing with a thud followed by his blood that trailed from the air and onto the ground.
For a moment, spike stood there. His mismatched eyes watching his dead partner on the ground. Once again the pain came over his body, but phased the sensation out with memories of Jet, Faye, Edward, Ein, and. Julia. Julia, she was in his arms. Her golden blonde hair flowing over him as she struggled to open those eerie ice blue eyes.
"This is. a dream," she said with a weakness that just made Spike want to cringe.
Trying to hold back the tears that could any time fall from his eyes he spoke back to her as he watched the cold hand of death be placed on her, "Yah, Just a bad dream"
Spike's slow steps where heard against the silence that had over come all of Vicious' body guards below. Another step he took, with his arm and hand clenched over the wound that was placed on his stomach. He felt his own blood against his fingers, dripping slowly onto the ground and onto his trench coat. Another step he took then abruptly halted and just stood there. Weakness over coming his knees yet he still mustered the strength to lift his right hand. A cocky smile curved his lips as he put his fingers out as if his hand was gun. Taking a deep breath, the green haired man realesed the words, "Bang," letting his arm drift upwards with the gentleness of dieing man then. All went blank to him as he tumbled onto the steps. His trench coat drifting onto his slender figure.
White, that's all he could see. The blankness, the dullness. Is this heaven? He questioned in his mind. Yet there was no answer. No sound, and once again, his vision faded.
A faint beep was heard against voices. Unfamiliar voices that made him uncomfortable. This is not heaven, why would they have heart monitors in heaven? Once against faint trails of thought went through his mind as he struggled to open his mismatched orbs. A few times he blinked through the whiteness and figures began to come together. "Spike Spiegel is your name, am I correct?" A gentle voice of a woman said.
"Y...Yes." Spike said with an exasperated breath as he still tried his best to put the pictures together before him. Once again the words sounded like whispers, yet for this time he felt like this indeed was a whisper. At last the pictures came together. A woman with large amber orbs and brown hair that fell below the shoulders was there greeting him. "Spike Spiegel, my name is Michelle." "Michelle?" Spike said while at the same time trying to ignore all of this. Closing his eyes as if thinking all was going to go away yet it still didn't. And once again he heard her voice, "It's been twenty years. I believe, since you raided the Red Dragons?" Spike was still weak but he did manage to release a few words, "Twenty? What the hell is going on?"
"Spike, we put you in suspended animation for that many years to let your body heal." Michelle said with a sigh as she peered over at the monitors.
The green haired man glanced over to where the woman was looking. A gift, and as best as he could make it said, 'SPIKE'.
"When you gather your strength sir, there is a gift for you." Michelle turned and grasped a clip board and began to walk away, allowing Spike to keep to his own thoughts.
He watched her drift away and began to glance about the dull room. There was one picture that grasped his attention. A picture of one rose placed in a light blue vase. That's all it was.
His eyes open wide as he leaped forward, ignoring the stiffness that caused him slight pain. This one rose caused his memories to suddenly appear like lightening. Julia, deceased in his arms, Vicious falling onto the ground with his own blood trailing behind him. And "Bang". These memories soon followed with everyone on the Bebop.
He took a few deep breaths and let his hand turn to the side. His mismatched orbs closing as he tried to rid himself of those few thoughts. Then he recalled what that woman had said, the gift. Glancing to the side at one of the monitors that had wires attached to him. He grasped the poorly wrapped gift in his hands. Another deep breath is what he took, trying to muster all his strength. He never thought in his life that he would have to TRY to open a gift.
Taking his fingers, he put them under the construction paper and tore away from the card board box. And on its top it said once again 'To: Spike Spiegel, From: Jet'
And gasping the top of the box he pulled away the lid, if that was what you would call it and witnessed two gems inside. A container of cigarettes and his old oil lighter.
Grabbing them swiftly he tossed the box onto the ground and in the same few seconds he lit the stick of nicotine and place it to his lips. He inhaled the smoke, and then coughed. He coughed! What the hell was going on with this? He thought with rage. Before, smoke felt good, eased him from the harshness of reality. Now it felt like needles striking at his lungs.
Spitting the cigarette out he sighed, watching if fall onto the ground. The slight amount of smoke drifting form its end and into the air gently.
"Damnit." he cursed as he turned his gaze to the door which was now opening slowly.
"Mr. Spiegel? I got a fresh change of.cloths. What is that smell in the air, it smells like smoke?" It was another unfamiliar voice, and it was another woman. A nurse to his eyes. A bit pudgy but had the kindest eyes he ever had seen on a woman, actually, this woman remained him a lot of Annie. And he watched her eyes drift to the ground onto the cigarette butt.
"Oh, no, no, no! Mr. Spiegel, no cigarette's while you are recovering. "She stepped upon the cigarette and put it out, then swiftly making her way over and grasping Spike's presents from his hands.
"Wait! " He said as he raised his hands yet it was futile for the nurse was already out of the room, carrying his precious cigarettes and lighter away from him.
A disgusted look was upon his face as he let his hand fall down to his side. Glancing to a counter near the door he noticed clothing. The blue shoes, the cobalt toned suite, the banana yellow work shirt and tie.
Another Life By: Michelle Ulmer
"Julia passed away." Spikes voice was now going harsh with fatigue, "Lets end it all." And with those words, Spike wrapped his fingers tighter around the hilt of Vicious' katana, the words of the silver hair man before him where hardly heard through winds blowing roughly through the ruins, yet they where still heard, with that coldness that seemed to follow Vicious like a three O' Clock shadow. "If that is your wish."
After the words Spike took a deep breath and pushed the katana forward with great speed as Vicious did the same with his gun.
Hastily grasping the weapon he lifted his gun at the same moment Vicious leaped forward preparing to make slash across Spike with a deadly swipe.
In only moments it was over. Spike feeling that severe pain across his stomach as he pulled swiftly back on the trigger, watching the bullet soar through Vicious.
To Spike, it suddenly seemed to all slow down. Vicious, his once partner falling to the ground with the horror stricken face of defeat. Landing with a thud followed by his blood that trailed from the air and onto the ground.
For a moment, spike stood there. His mismatched eyes watching his dead partner on the ground. Once again the pain came over his body, but phased the sensation out with memories of Jet, Faye, Edward, Ein, and. Julia. Julia, she was in his arms. Her golden blonde hair flowing over him as she struggled to open those eerie ice blue eyes.
"This is. a dream," she said with a weakness that just made Spike want to cringe.
Trying to hold back the tears that could any time fall from his eyes he spoke back to her as he watched the cold hand of death be placed on her, "Yah, Just a bad dream"
Spike's slow steps where heard against the silence that had over come all of Vicious' body guards below. Another step he took, with his arm and hand clenched over the wound that was placed on his stomach. He felt his own blood against his fingers, dripping slowly onto the ground and onto his trench coat. Another step he took then abruptly halted and just stood there. Weakness over coming his knees yet he still mustered the strength to lift his right hand. A cocky smile curved his lips as he put his fingers out as if his hand was gun. Taking a deep breath, the green haired man realesed the words, "Bang," letting his arm drift upwards with the gentleness of dieing man then. All went blank to him as he tumbled onto the steps. His trench coat drifting onto his slender figure.
White, that's all he could see. The blankness, the dullness. Is this heaven? He questioned in his mind. Yet there was no answer. No sound, and once again, his vision faded.
A faint beep was heard against voices. Unfamiliar voices that made him uncomfortable. This is not heaven, why would they have heart monitors in heaven? Once against faint trails of thought went through his mind as he struggled to open his mismatched orbs. A few times he blinked through the whiteness and figures began to come together. "Spike Spiegel is your name, am I correct?" A gentle voice of a woman said.
"Y...Yes." Spike said with an exasperated breath as he still tried his best to put the pictures together before him. Once again the words sounded like whispers, yet for this time he felt like this indeed was a whisper. At last the pictures came together. A woman with large amber orbs and brown hair that fell below the shoulders was there greeting him. "Spike Spiegel, my name is Michelle." "Michelle?" Spike said while at the same time trying to ignore all of this. Closing his eyes as if thinking all was going to go away yet it still didn't. And once again he heard her voice, "It's been twenty years. I believe, since you raided the Red Dragons?" Spike was still weak but he did manage to release a few words, "Twenty? What the hell is going on?"
"Spike, we put you in suspended animation for that many years to let your body heal." Michelle said with a sigh as she peered over at the monitors.
The green haired man glanced over to where the woman was looking. A gift, and as best as he could make it said, 'SPIKE'.
"When you gather your strength sir, there is a gift for you." Michelle turned and grasped a clip board and began to walk away, allowing Spike to keep to his own thoughts.
He watched her drift away and began to glance about the dull room. There was one picture that grasped his attention. A picture of one rose placed in a light blue vase. That's all it was.
His eyes open wide as he leaped forward, ignoring the stiffness that caused him slight pain. This one rose caused his memories to suddenly appear like lightening. Julia, deceased in his arms, Vicious falling onto the ground with his own blood trailing behind him. And "Bang". These memories soon followed with everyone on the Bebop.
He took a few deep breaths and let his hand turn to the side. His mismatched orbs closing as he tried to rid himself of those few thoughts. Then he recalled what that woman had said, the gift. Glancing to the side at one of the monitors that had wires attached to him. He grasped the poorly wrapped gift in his hands. Another deep breath is what he took, trying to muster all his strength. He never thought in his life that he would have to TRY to open a gift.
Taking his fingers, he put them under the construction paper and tore away from the card board box. And on its top it said once again 'To: Spike Spiegel, From: Jet'
And gasping the top of the box he pulled away the lid, if that was what you would call it and witnessed two gems inside. A container of cigarettes and his old oil lighter.
Grabbing them swiftly he tossed the box onto the ground and in the same few seconds he lit the stick of nicotine and place it to his lips. He inhaled the smoke, and then coughed. He coughed! What the hell was going on with this? He thought with rage. Before, smoke felt good, eased him from the harshness of reality. Now it felt like needles striking at his lungs.
Spitting the cigarette out he sighed, watching if fall onto the ground. The slight amount of smoke drifting form its end and into the air gently.
"Damnit." he cursed as he turned his gaze to the door which was now opening slowly.
"Mr. Spiegel? I got a fresh change of.cloths. What is that smell in the air, it smells like smoke?" It was another unfamiliar voice, and it was another woman. A nurse to his eyes. A bit pudgy but had the kindest eyes he ever had seen on a woman, actually, this woman remained him a lot of Annie. And he watched her eyes drift to the ground onto the cigarette butt.
"Oh, no, no, no! Mr. Spiegel, no cigarette's while you are recovering. "She stepped upon the cigarette and put it out, then swiftly making her way over and grasping Spike's presents from his hands.
"Wait! " He said as he raised his hands yet it was futile for the nurse was already out of the room, carrying his precious cigarettes and lighter away from him.
A disgusted look was upon his face as he let his hand fall down to his side. Glancing to a counter near the door he noticed clothing. The blue shoes, the cobalt toned suite, the banana yellow work shirt and tie.