**********Disclaimer**********
I do not currently, nor will I ever (sad as it is) own Bebop or any of the
characters. But I will continue to make up these twisted storied using the
characters.lets see 'em stop me!
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This is the second revision of Blue Lamentation; the first of which I didn't think was going anywhere. In this one I've changed up some character relationships and fixed some plot holes. I've also watched Jupiter Jazz (I and II) many, many times over again. I'm dedicating all my time to this story now. I've deleted all of my other ones to solely concentrate on this one. (Not that the other ones were getting much updating done ^_^;;). So now, set your winamp skin to Bebop, put on Space Lion, and sit yourselves down to read.
Blue Lamentation Chapter 1
He was all alone. But it wasn't the first time he had been left for dead; at least this time he was willing to go. As he drifted in bitter, empty space he kept hearing the same haunting melody just as he had the first time on Titan. It always provoked the same feeling when he thought about the little sterling music box, even when he consideration what part it had played in his damnation.
He smiled. It was that same miserable yet somehow content smile that he had always worn, only this time his barely parted lips were deeply stained crimson.
I swear to god I hate this world.
His thoughts were bitter as they turned to his once-comrade. It wasn't resentment towards him or for what had been, no; it was resentment for what hadn't been, for what could have been.
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The dimly lit room made it so that only the faces of two equally dressed military men were visible. "This is the transmitter we need you to plant. Do you have the carrier object?" He put his hand in his breast pocket. "Yea." "We'll also need you to testify you know." A shaky breath."I know."
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Vicious awoke in a cold sweat. He tried to steady his rapid breathing while he collected his thoughts.
Why did I remember that?
He had an uneasy feeling inside of him, like there was something that he had left undone. There was something he had left undone. He didn't really need the red-eye, who was he kidding? There was only one reason he wanted to return to that cold planet.
One of his thrusters was shot, and his wing was slightly damaged. There was an insatiable longing inside of him. He was beginning to collapse inside, and in spite of his cold façade he began to tremble. He knew what he had to do. He set the ships course, turned on the one thruster, and made his way to the only place he had ever really known happiness.
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That was short. Gomen. But Ill upload the next chapter right now.once I'm done writing it! *cringe* Why does this always happen? Comments and criticisms! ^_^
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This is the second revision of Blue Lamentation; the first of which I didn't think was going anywhere. In this one I've changed up some character relationships and fixed some plot holes. I've also watched Jupiter Jazz (I and II) many, many times over again. I'm dedicating all my time to this story now. I've deleted all of my other ones to solely concentrate on this one. (Not that the other ones were getting much updating done ^_^;;). So now, set your winamp skin to Bebop, put on Space Lion, and sit yourselves down to read.
Blue Lamentation Chapter 1
He was all alone. But it wasn't the first time he had been left for dead; at least this time he was willing to go. As he drifted in bitter, empty space he kept hearing the same haunting melody just as he had the first time on Titan. It always provoked the same feeling when he thought about the little sterling music box, even when he consideration what part it had played in his damnation.
He smiled. It was that same miserable yet somehow content smile that he had always worn, only this time his barely parted lips were deeply stained crimson.
I swear to god I hate this world.
His thoughts were bitter as they turned to his once-comrade. It wasn't resentment towards him or for what had been, no; it was resentment for what hadn't been, for what could have been.
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The dimly lit room made it so that only the faces of two equally dressed military men were visible. "This is the transmitter we need you to plant. Do you have the carrier object?" He put his hand in his breast pocket. "Yea." "We'll also need you to testify you know." A shaky breath."I know."
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Vicious awoke in a cold sweat. He tried to steady his rapid breathing while he collected his thoughts.
Why did I remember that?
He had an uneasy feeling inside of him, like there was something that he had left undone. There was something he had left undone. He didn't really need the red-eye, who was he kidding? There was only one reason he wanted to return to that cold planet.
One of his thrusters was shot, and his wing was slightly damaged. There was an insatiable longing inside of him. He was beginning to collapse inside, and in spite of his cold façade he began to tremble. He knew what he had to do. He set the ships course, turned on the one thruster, and made his way to the only place he had ever really known happiness.
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That was short. Gomen. But Ill upload the next chapter right now.once I'm done writing it! *cringe* Why does this always happen? Comments and criticisms! ^_^