-1Series: Misery Loves Company
Fandom: Cowboy Bebop
Title: Hell Hath No Fury…
Author: Perverted Priestess 69
Rating: PG-13
In the darkness of the room, there looming in the shadows was the figure of a drawn, hard body. Moving seamlessly through it as if it belonged there, living as one in the swallow and laps of light. Standing close, long slender fingers press to the cold glass experiencing it like an innocent. With now press palms flattening to it, the cold was all too familiar. Warm breath moves against it, disappearing with every inhale. Eyes peering into the night, watch the city move as he stands taking in the skyline. He thinks; the world it doesn't really need me. He thinks; there's no one here for me anymore. He thinks, the past has passed and he's not the same man he once was. He can feel his heart growing old without him. Everyone moving passed him. It is here the swell of anger and jealousy and desire to turn the world upside down dances inside of him. His hands close trying to grip and scratch the tempered glass as if to grasp for the impossible.
The dark figure grows in this loneliness. A lingering anguish brought on by old etching wounds that elegantly shape his mind into a gorgeous hell. It would be wrong to hate them for this. He knew it but how could he truly care when she chose someone else over him. Demons are angels too. Doesn't he deserve as much as the other man? How could it be that he was as strong as the other man, as intelligent as the other man, as powerful, no, more powerful than the other man and she chose the other over him?
There was something inside him hurt. Hurt to a degree unseen by all eyes. The pain was sweet and beautiful in a way that made him wretch. The light of the moon lit the silver hair as he watched it, watching him. Eyes that were once happy and to some degree innocent had been changed by scorn. He just wanted this one thing. This one thing he could never have. He felt like the devil was laughing at his expense. The tides were changing, he knew it. If he couldn't have what he wanted. then it was his duty to set this world on fire. He watched the moon again as it watched him.
"If I am going to be in hell, they will be in hell with me. We will live in the chaos together!" He said staring at the moon one last time. As he moved to the door, svelte arms pushed through the sleeves of a long black trench. He grabbed his katana clutching it as if it was all that knew anything of his true soul.
"Yes, the three of us shall know the flames of hell if we are to live together on this earth!" He said to himself. He walked the hall silently until he opened the door, eyes shocked and adjusting to the light. Vicious stepped into the hallway as Shin and Jin waited for him. Tonight he would take his place on the thrown of chaos, he intended to lurch the world into. Tonight, hell would start with a pathway of blood.
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A/N: Well hell, I really enjoyed writing this! I love character observations and digging deep into speculation. Vicious is so much a favorite for me. I can't love Spike without loving him too! Lover's scorn is always a fun topic to write and for Vicious his reasons were very much like any other's. He was hurt and everyone was going to know it! In a way the monster he had become was like a hurt child with way too much power! Kinda sad when you think about it!
