Doctor of Deliverance
A/N—It's a little too short to be a fanfic but that's just too bad for you, now isn't it?
I own Cowboy Bebop and its characters, I tie them up in my closet at night.
She killed a man tonight. Took his life, watched him crumple to the ground, lifeless and bleeding. She watched him tremble and weep, a barrel against his skull and his sins exposed before him, she watched him beg for salvation, as if she were God and as if she could redeem him. Sanctify him.
The cry of a gunshot, she watched him die, watched the crimson seep across dirtied tile, and there was nothing but silence.
When she was sure he had stopped moving, she left, as silent and as quickly as she had come.
And she knew that when she returned he would be there, he would look at her with pride in his venom eyes, the cold glare of a snake, he would kiss the blood off of her fingertips, he would slide her mask off and expose waxen shoulders and ivory arms, manifest the vulnerabilities she had tried so hard to conceal.
And he would spread her fears wide open and stop her cries with a desperate kiss, and it wasn't until she was sobbing and choking into ardent locks and silvery whispers that his martyred touch would wipe her clean.
She knew that when she returned he would be there to redeem her.