Walking down Callisto's cold streets Faye passed up the Blue Crow. Life was
fucked up. Ed and the mutt had run off, Jet was alone on the Bebop and
Spike-- Well that son of a bitch went and committed suicide because of a
fucking whore. Tied to his fucking past. Nothing good ever comes from your
past. She knew.
FLASH BACK
"Where are you going? Why are you going?" she asked holding up the gun.
She was shaking almost close to tears. Turning to face her Spike shoved his face into hers. His smell. Cigarettes and cologne. Just that made her want to wrap her arms around him. But she couldn't he didn't have eyes for her. Only his fucking precious Julia. She died and he still didn't see her.
"Look at my eyes Faye. One of them's a fake that I lost in an accident. Ever since then I always thought that one eye looked into the past and with the other I saw the present. I thought nothing I saw was reality."
He stared at her his eyes taking her in. She didn't want to hear his bullshit.
"Ends up that the dream was soon over," he says pulling away.
She watched him walk away. He's messing up everything. He's throwing away his life.
"My-- my memory came back, but nothing good came of it. I had no one, no place to stay. This was the only place I could go to. You once told me Spike that the past didn't matter. Well you're the one still tied to your past Spike," she said holding up the gun.
He turned to look at her for probably the last time and then walked out. She shot five holes into the ceiling.
END OF FLASHBACK
She came back here, instead of going to Mars. This was still part of the past. Gren was still apart of the past so was Spike but it was so much easier to come to Callisto. Two men that she had loved now dead because of Vicious. Shaking her head, Faye Valentine walked back to the Blue Crow and walked in.
Looking around it looked the same as it did before except that there was no saxophone playing, just the piano. Jazz music was nothing without the sax.
Sitting down at the bar Faye asked for something strong. Vodka. Sweet Vodka. She picked up the glass and stared at it for a while. The color made her think about the stars. She remembered when Gren's star fell. She saw it fall. A shooting star but she knew it meant that Gren's journey was over. His dream was over. Or was it? She definitely knew that Spike's dream had ended. Authority's had called Jet in to identify the body.
Faye tipped her head back and swallowed the alcohol. It burned going all the way down. After two shots the numbness began to sink in. Pure sweet numbness.
She turned to look at the stage and she could just picture Gren. Playing away at his sax. His sad song. His song for Julia.
"Damn her," Faye growled.
She took another drink and kept her eyes on the stage. She could hear him. His smooth velvety voice.
FLASHBACK
"Achoo!"
"Take care," the black haired man said.
She looked at him. Was he talking to her?
"Take care. If you don't tell someone to take care they will turn into a fairy. At least that's what they say around here," he smirked his blue eyes staring at her.
"Heh! Didn't you know Mr. Saxophone? I'm already a fairy," she said back.
END OF FLASHBACK
Faye snapped out of it and looked at the bar tender holding out her glass. He took it and she stopped him.
"Give me something stronger," she said her eyes dull. Hell alcohol poisoning wouldn't be so bad.
"Sorry miss I've only got whiskey and vodka, oh and some of this tequila stuff," he said looking at her.
"Give me all three."
Suddenly she could hear a saxophone. His saxophone. It had to be him.
FLASH BACK
"Where are you going? Why are you going?" she asked holding up the gun.
She was shaking almost close to tears. Turning to face her Spike shoved his face into hers. His smell. Cigarettes and cologne. Just that made her want to wrap her arms around him. But she couldn't he didn't have eyes for her. Only his fucking precious Julia. She died and he still didn't see her.
"Look at my eyes Faye. One of them's a fake that I lost in an accident. Ever since then I always thought that one eye looked into the past and with the other I saw the present. I thought nothing I saw was reality."
He stared at her his eyes taking her in. She didn't want to hear his bullshit.
"Ends up that the dream was soon over," he says pulling away.
She watched him walk away. He's messing up everything. He's throwing away his life.
"My-- my memory came back, but nothing good came of it. I had no one, no place to stay. This was the only place I could go to. You once told me Spike that the past didn't matter. Well you're the one still tied to your past Spike," she said holding up the gun.
He turned to look at her for probably the last time and then walked out. She shot five holes into the ceiling.
END OF FLASHBACK
She came back here, instead of going to Mars. This was still part of the past. Gren was still apart of the past so was Spike but it was so much easier to come to Callisto. Two men that she had loved now dead because of Vicious. Shaking her head, Faye Valentine walked back to the Blue Crow and walked in.
Looking around it looked the same as it did before except that there was no saxophone playing, just the piano. Jazz music was nothing without the sax.
Sitting down at the bar Faye asked for something strong. Vodka. Sweet Vodka. She picked up the glass and stared at it for a while. The color made her think about the stars. She remembered when Gren's star fell. She saw it fall. A shooting star but she knew it meant that Gren's journey was over. His dream was over. Or was it? She definitely knew that Spike's dream had ended. Authority's had called Jet in to identify the body.
Faye tipped her head back and swallowed the alcohol. It burned going all the way down. After two shots the numbness began to sink in. Pure sweet numbness.
She turned to look at the stage and she could just picture Gren. Playing away at his sax. His sad song. His song for Julia.
"Damn her," Faye growled.
She took another drink and kept her eyes on the stage. She could hear him. His smooth velvety voice.
FLASHBACK
"Achoo!"
"Take care," the black haired man said.
She looked at him. Was he talking to her?
"Take care. If you don't tell someone to take care they will turn into a fairy. At least that's what they say around here," he smirked his blue eyes staring at her.
"Heh! Didn't you know Mr. Saxophone? I'm already a fairy," she said back.
END OF FLASHBACK
Faye snapped out of it and looked at the bar tender holding out her glass. He took it and she stopped him.
"Give me something stronger," she said her eyes dull. Hell alcohol poisoning wouldn't be so bad.
"Sorry miss I've only got whiskey and vodka, oh and some of this tequila stuff," he said looking at her.
"Give me all three."
Suddenly she could hear a saxophone. His saxophone. It had to be him.