Guns and Roses
I don't own Cowboy Bebop, I wanna own Spike:(
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1. The Girl.
Spike yawned. "How long, Jet?" he asked. Jet shot him a warning glare. Allow me to explain you,
It was a sunny Sunday morning. The Bebop landed on Mars last night. Faye was at the beauty parlour, Ed was at the Cyber- café, Ein was having fun with other stray dogs at the park and Spike-
Spike was shopping, with Jet. Shopping for cabbages, oranges, meat, milk, cucumber etc etc. The thought itself made Spike grumble. Spike Spiegel was a bounty hunter not a house keeper. Yuk! How bad that thought was.
"I'm going out, ol' man." Spike said as he moved away from the long queue at the counter. Jet sighed. Why was Spike so restless?
Spike sighed in relief. He would prefer standing out rather than having an old woman's trolley behind you crushing your toe. Spike shook himself. His toe hurt but then he should be glad that he was at least out of that stuffy supermarket.
He turned to walk. Spike sighed. It was a pleasant day outside. A group of children played across the road.
He walked silently. "I wonder if Jet must have made it out…" his thoughts were cut short by someone pushing him hard. He was almost thrown off his feet but he regained his posture. "Sorry!" he heard. He looked at a man of about his age. He had blond hair and turquoise eyes.
"Sir, help! Take this and please don't give it to anyone! It's really precious! Keep it with you and I'll come back to take it. Bye! And thank you!" he said quickly and thrust a brown suitcase in Spike's arms and turned to run away.
And there he was, gone like the wind. Spike looked confused. "Hey, wait!" he shouted after the man but he was no where to be found.
"Hey!" Spike searched for him but he couldn't find him. Spike stopped. He looked at the bag in his hands. What was in that bag? "Spike!" he heard. He looked back to see Jet coming towards him.
"This is the bag?" Jet asked as they walked along the road. "Yeah." Spike said. Jet looked at the bag which was brown in colour. "Hmm, looks like something important inside.
They saw the Bebop and headed towards it. Spike and Jet did not notice a figure behind them. As they were near the Bebop ready to enter the figure to a deep breath and hit Spike on the head and snatched the bag.
Spike looked back surprised. It took only a second to regain his senses. He swiftly backed and lurched forward to give the figure a swift blow in the stomach. Jet lurched forward and gave it another blow.
The figure dressed in a light brown long jacket and dark brown pants gave a small moan was heard but he struck Spike again only to have his arm caught and twisted. Spike quickly hit him and he felt him go numb. The figure passed out.
Jet bent and moved that figure so that they had a better view of his face. Spike removed the hood on his face. Curly blond locks fell revealing a pale face of a pretty girl. "A woman!" Spike exclaimed. Jet looked at Spike. "Take her inside." Jet said. "What?" Spike asked. "She's badly injured. We shouldn't have used those moves on a her." Jet said.
"Who's that?" Faye asked. "She tried to attack us outside the Bebop." Spike said. "Then, why did you bring her in?" Faye asked. "We couldn't leave her outside just like that and then we also need an explanation why she attacked us." Jet said. Faye raised an eyebrow. It was clear that she was jealous for when they had brought her in they never cared about her.
(Spike's POV)
I put the girl on the sofa after shooing Faye from there. The girl slept for over 1 hour. We began (Or it was like I began) telling what had happened to the absent crew.
When I finished my story we heard a soft moan. We looked back. The girl's eyes fluttered open. She seemed in a daze for a few seconds. None of us made a sound.
She jerked her head to the side and looked at us. Her eye opened wide. She made a move to jump out of the sofa but Jet stopped her. "Wait! You can't go anywhere!" he said.
The girl gave him a blank stare and pushed him away. She jumped out of the sofa and ran towards the door out. I lurched forward and caught hold of her. "Leave me!" she said.
"Oh no, dear, you're not going anywhere." I said. She kept struggling. She paused for a minute and then bit my hand. I yelled and let go of her nursing my hand. She ran towards the door but Ein stopped in front of her. She stopped, scared.
She took on step forward and heard a growl from Ein. She backed quickly. Ein growled again. She backed a bit more. She stopped.
Dead silence.
She ran forward quickly but with my reflexes I ran and put my foot between hers. She stumbled and fell on the floor with a loud thud.
"You're not going anywhere, hear that?" I said as Jet put a pair of handcuffs on her hands.
"Tell us, why you attacked us." Jet said. She looked away and refused to answer. Jet sighed. She was so stubborn. I got up and took Ein with me. "Here, if you don't answer then I'll leave you with him alone. He can bite, you know." I said evilly as I pointed to Ein.
She gasped but then she again went quiet. "Ok, we give you sometime. I'll come after a few minutes. Then you tell me what your choice is." Jet said as he got up.
"Please, leave me." She whispered, pleadingly to me. I have to tell you but one second I felt sympathy for her. She looked so feeble and helpless with her pastel blond hair and her huge turquoise shining with tears then I shook myself. Come on, Spike, don't be pathetic!
"No." I said. She lowered her head. I got up from there and walked across the small room to find Jet watching TV. Ah, Big Shot! I sat down besides Jet.
AMIGO!
How're all you 3000 bounty hunters in the solar system doing?
It's time for BIG SHOT, the show that brings you information about fugitives!
Well, first up for today is...
Steve Peterson
D36485OR
Height: 6 feet 1 inch
Weight: 212 lb
Age: 27
DOMI: Mars
W 8,000,000
Record: Murderer
Final Status: Dead.
"He's the one!" I cried out. Yes the same guy with blond hair and blue- green eyes.
"You'll still get a prize if you bring in his sister who too has escaped." Alfred said but I paid no attention.
"He's the one who gave me the bag!" I said. Jet looked at me. "Steve Peterson was found dead or probably murdered." Alfred said. "Fancy murdering a murderer!" Judy commented.
"Steve!" We looked back to see the girl in tears. "Steve! No! No! Please, let me go!" She got violent and began crying. "Hey, shut up!" I said. She looked at me. Her eyes were shining and huge. Her tear stained face looked at me giving me this strange feeling.
I looked away avoiding her gaze but somehow my eyes were drawn to hers. She kept staring at me. I don't know why.
She started crying silently. Jet ignored her and went to prepare dinner. I wanted to ignore those silent, sad sniffs but I couldn't.
After a few minutes of hesitation I got up and sat in front of her. She didn't make a move. She just sat there, her head bent. I didn't know what to say. Silence surrounded us.
"Hey," I tried to talk but I went silent again. "Is Steve really dead?" she asked me softly.
I looked up at her. She still had her head bent. "Yes." I said softly
"Oh, Steve…"
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Miki Bidan
