Adult Language PG_13
All poems made by me, one or two lines taken from Cowboy Bebop.
Life After Bebop (currency is in woolongs not dollars $=woolongs)
Prologue
Spike walked into the distance leaving Faye to cry helplessly behind him. He made his way to the syndicate to seek his revenge for his lost love, Julia. Vicious, I'll get you. He walked up to the elevator and walked in preparing grenades. The lift doors opened and he chucked them all out, dodging the shooting from the syndicate men that decided to fight for Vicious. Loud explosions were heard and it shook the building. The smoke cleared and all that could be seen were dying men and already dead men sprawled all over the floor. Shin ran up to him, "Vicious is on the top floor Spike and he's waiting for you. I'll help you clear the path and you go after him." "Thanks Shin, I owe you one." More shooting, two against ten men at a time. Suddenly a shot rang out from nowhere hitting Shin in the chest. There was a cry, shooting from Spike, then silence............ Shin fell to the ground, Spike collapsed by his side, a single tear was released and rolled down his cheek. Spike didn't bother to hide it, he wanted Shin to see how upset he was. "Spike, please go on. Kill Vicious. For me....and for Julia, for you..." Shin strained these last words using all his energy. He relaxed and fell into an eternal slumber. "I owe you Shin." He said to the sleeping man before him. Spike's heart now lost something else. He lost a good friend. "I'LL KILL YOU VICIOUS!"
Spike rushed to the top floor. A still figure with long silvery hair stood at the top of the syndicate steps. Spike ran up to him in rage. A duel broke out between Vicious and Spike. Best friend against best friend. Enemy against enemy. Katana against gun. Vicious swordsman against a wounded desperado. Vicious verses Spike.
Suddenly Vicious lashed out his sword and knocked Spike's gun out of his hand, at the same time Spike did a turn and kick and knocked Vicious' sword out of his. Vicious caught the gun, Spike caught the sword. They both paused. Both tired, angry, seeking revenge from one another. They tossed the weapon in their hands to each other, Spike now with his gun, Vicious with his katana. Before he could make a move Spike shot Vicious in the heart. As he fell he slashed Spike across the chest and abdomen. Vicious fell, his shining silver hair gleamed in the sunlight, he fell to the ground and slept in his own crimson blood.
Spike breathed heavily. 'So it was over.' Vicious was dead, Julia was dead, and he was dying. He limped down the red-carpeted stairs. The surviving syndicate men stared in shock and sadness as they watched him. Spike put up two fingers in the shape of a gun. "Bang..."
Floating away from the endless dream, I'll finally awake, Away from my polluted life, From the corrupt past I move away, Today, I'll be with the one I love, Living in the skies above, Because life is just a dream..........
- Spike Spiegal.
Spike fell to the floor face down, all breath going from his lungs. The ambulance came. One man dead, one barely alive. They lifted the survivor onto a hospital bed and drove him away, in the ambulance, towards the hospital.
This is just a dream...are we living in a world of dreams.
N.B – A katana is a Japanese sword that is sometimes made of metal and sometimes made of wood. Mega cool for you guys out there.
Life After Bebop (currency is in woolongs not dollars $=woolongs)
Prologue
Spike walked into the distance leaving Faye to cry helplessly behind him. He made his way to the syndicate to seek his revenge for his lost love, Julia. Vicious, I'll get you. He walked up to the elevator and walked in preparing grenades. The lift doors opened and he chucked them all out, dodging the shooting from the syndicate men that decided to fight for Vicious. Loud explosions were heard and it shook the building. The smoke cleared and all that could be seen were dying men and already dead men sprawled all over the floor. Shin ran up to him, "Vicious is on the top floor Spike and he's waiting for you. I'll help you clear the path and you go after him." "Thanks Shin, I owe you one." More shooting, two against ten men at a time. Suddenly a shot rang out from nowhere hitting Shin in the chest. There was a cry, shooting from Spike, then silence............ Shin fell to the ground, Spike collapsed by his side, a single tear was released and rolled down his cheek. Spike didn't bother to hide it, he wanted Shin to see how upset he was. "Spike, please go on. Kill Vicious. For me....and for Julia, for you..." Shin strained these last words using all his energy. He relaxed and fell into an eternal slumber. "I owe you Shin." He said to the sleeping man before him. Spike's heart now lost something else. He lost a good friend. "I'LL KILL YOU VICIOUS!"
Spike rushed to the top floor. A still figure with long silvery hair stood at the top of the syndicate steps. Spike ran up to him in rage. A duel broke out between Vicious and Spike. Best friend against best friend. Enemy against enemy. Katana against gun. Vicious swordsman against a wounded desperado. Vicious verses Spike.
Suddenly Vicious lashed out his sword and knocked Spike's gun out of his hand, at the same time Spike did a turn and kick and knocked Vicious' sword out of his. Vicious caught the gun, Spike caught the sword. They both paused. Both tired, angry, seeking revenge from one another. They tossed the weapon in their hands to each other, Spike now with his gun, Vicious with his katana. Before he could make a move Spike shot Vicious in the heart. As he fell he slashed Spike across the chest and abdomen. Vicious fell, his shining silver hair gleamed in the sunlight, he fell to the ground and slept in his own crimson blood.
Spike breathed heavily. 'So it was over.' Vicious was dead, Julia was dead, and he was dying. He limped down the red-carpeted stairs. The surviving syndicate men stared in shock and sadness as they watched him. Spike put up two fingers in the shape of a gun. "Bang..."
Floating away from the endless dream, I'll finally awake, Away from my polluted life, From the corrupt past I move away, Today, I'll be with the one I love, Living in the skies above, Because life is just a dream..........
- Spike Spiegal.
Spike fell to the floor face down, all breath going from his lungs. The ambulance came. One man dead, one barely alive. They lifted the survivor onto a hospital bed and drove him away, in the ambulance, towards the hospital.
This is just a dream...are we living in a world of dreams.
N.B – A katana is a Japanese sword that is sometimes made of metal and sometimes made of wood. Mega cool for you guys out there.