Disclaimer- I do not own, or am I affiliated with the creators of, Cowboy Bebop or the characters contained therein. I created the Character Victor Faust only. These events are my own take on side events that could have happened. This is also a oneshot and my first attempt a Cowboy Bebop fan fiction escapade….Fo real….
Cowboy Bebop – Episode 1 – Vicious lives, breed Vicious souls….
-part 1-
Vicious sits. Sits and waits. The sword in his right hand stays sheathed and its deadly curve strangled for now. His eyes open as the ship's brakes engage and decent begins. He smiles, it is full of nothing but malice. He stands, tall thin frame moving lithe and languid. Vicious cycles the door open its twin red dragons pulling away and then rotating opposite directions admit him through. His strides are long and his face cold. He boards his ship and waits for the bay doors to open.
As he waits his mind goes back shifting through memories like smoke. His last confrontation with Spike, his last woman, his childhood (what was left of it in his mind) all dead to him. The click and hiss of the bay doors breaks him from his reveries, the rotating lights at the corners of the rectangular doors play across his silver gray hair painting it alternately red and yellow. He sets his katana in its receptacle and starts the small craft. He hits the combo to run up his weapons heads-up display, all guns functioning, fuel levels topped off. He pushes the throttle forward as the docking clamps release his landing gear, and he exits; the larger ship birthing this wicked serpent born live and poisonous. He flies lazy loops around the cityscape around him, his hunting grounds now that he has found that Faust…Victor Faust, has been here on Mars this whole time. Since Victor infiltrated the Syndicate and gained his trust, then killed six of his men and stole a large batch of their new brand of Redeye. Now he would die.
He lands on a rooftop pad and gets out there would be a car waiting for him out front. He takes the elevator and waits…again he flashes on past….past what life times? He didn't know if he wanted to remember them clearly or not. His eyes blankly watch the numbers on the elevator's readout 6-5-4-3…and so on. The doors open on the lobby and he walks across the long red and gold carpets and onto the street, the car's door opens and he sits in the back. The driver would be informed of where to go so he would not have to say a word. The driver does his job and with precision, he turns and drives. Turns. Accelerates. He stops and Vicious waits…waits and doesn't think. Sits and is ready…
…To Be Continued
