Author Notes: As you've probably already guessed, I do not, never had, and
probably never will own Cowboy Bebop, its characters, or anything else
Cowboy Bebopish. But I do own a moped!.......N-no I don't.
This story takes place after the final episode of Bebop. Yeah, I know, hundreds of others probably of done this, but this story is from ME, not them. And since I'm not willing to sift through over hundreds of fics, I want to apologize right now for stepping on any toes.
And remember, reviews are always welcomed!
Cowboy Bebop: Galatic Megamix
Part 1: Spike Spiegal
On Mars.
The headquarters of the Red Dragon was in a newly ruined state. All that was left of the glass doors and windows were broken shards scattered about the floors. Inside, the doors, walls and stairs were riddled with bullet holes. Broken bottles which once held alcohol and champagne are now broken in half, still dripping their contents. Men were all around the headquarters, removing the dead bodies and taking in the damage.
"Man, what a mess," one of them said to another.
"You're telling me, " The other replied.
"Hard to believe that only one man could do this."
Elsewhere, a man was helping a wounded one to his feet. He slung his hurt companion's arm around his shoulder. As he did, he felt blood as it stained his suit.
"Damn that Spike, " said the wounded man. "The hell is he?"
"I don't know, either our men stopped him on an upper floor, or he reached the top, " the helpful friend said.
"Heh, if he reached the top, that means he met up with Vicious. In either case, I'm sure he's dead. Ugh..." He winced at his pain. "That bastard deserves anything he got."
Upon the highest floor was where the main battle took place. A battle which would go down in Red Dragons history. The room was dark. It was possibly the most damaged one of all, the result of a grenade. But the two fighters weren't here, the only signs of them were two pools of blood. One on the top platform, and one on the stairs.
A member stood looking into the room. His name was Ghost, or so he was called. He had bluish black hair, tanned skin, and a thin scar on his right cheek. He was the sole witness to the whole thing. Looking in, the battle ran over and over in his mind. Lines that he'd never forget. I'm the only one who can kill you....Let's end it....and most memorable of all.....Bang. A chill went up his spine as he remembered the single word. It was almost as if Spike had been pointing straight at him.
At first one eye opened, then a darker one did the same. They winced at a bright white light. After a while, all focus came back.
"So you're alive after all," a voice said.
The head moved to look at the location of the voice. His eyes met Ghost. Weakly he made words as his eyes focused more and more in the white room. "Where am I?"
"You're in the infirmary," Ghost said. "You were in a horrible state, full of bullets and rapidly loosing blood. Had it not been for the men's quick work, you'd of died."
"I couldn't of died." The voice said. He didn't explain why, instead he slowly, painfully sat up. His shirt was replaced with bandages around his waist and shoulders. Suddenly, a quick thought flashed in his mind. "Vicious!"
"He's dead, " Ghost replied. "There was no hope in saving him. One shot, died. Congratulations.....Spike Spiegal."
After hearing the news he sat there for a while, then he reached to his coat which was on a near hook and put it on. He stood up, winced, and then started to walk off.
"Wait, you can't go! You're not completly healed yet!"
"I'm good enough."
"B-But you defeated Vicious! You have to lead us!"
Spike stopped in his tracks. After a moment he looked back. "You're the only one who knows I'm alive right?"
"Y-Yea."
"Well forget it, Spike Spiegal died in that fight."
Shock came to Ghost's face. He stood up in protest, "But who'll-"
"Tell you what. Forget about me and you can be the leader. I just want out. I don't want to have to worry about the Red Dragon coming after me ever again. Deal?"
"Y-Yessir."
Spike continued his walk and raised his arm to say goodbye. Then, like that, he was gone. Ghost stood there, staring at Spike's direction. "Spike Spiegal."
The Swordfish blasted through space. Spike reached into his jacket poket and took out his trusty pack of cigarettes. With both Vicious and Julia dead, Ed and Ein disappeared, and Jet and Faye long gone, he has no clue of where to pick up his life. With his past life now dead, was he going to find the Bebop and continue a life of bounty hunting, or was he going to start a new? Yeah, he really needed that cigarette. He took out the pack to find a bullet hole going straight through it.
Spike held the pack in front of his face and growned.
"Just great"
The gas pump latched onto the side of the Swordfish. Spike hadn't had much money on him. As the gas flowed in automatically, Spike tallied up what he had left. Only enough wulongs for his next meal. He'll have to get money somehow. But with his skills, the only thing he could get into now that was legal was bounty hunting. It looks like no matter how many times he died, Spike's old lives always caught up with him.
That night Spike had parked in a lot for spaceships and was now traveling on foot. As he walked through the lot, a crooked looking man walked up and held his hand out.
"Got any spare wulongs?"
Spike looked the man up and down. He was wearing shades and a trenchcoat. He noticed a ring on his finger and a necklace around his collar. This wasn't the clothing of a broke man. Spike just calmly replied, "I should be asking you the same thing."
This was not an answer the man wanted to hear. As Spike tried to walk off, the man held out a gun so that the tip of the barrel was touching the back of Spike's head. "We tried it nicely, now I'm not asking! Give me your wulongs!"
The fuzzy, green haired man apparently didn't hear the words. He also didn't know what was going on, for he moved his head up and down along the barrel as if scratching an itch. "Ah, that's better."
"Hey!" The stranger yelled, now in anger. He put his hand to the side as he shouted. "Didn't you hear me-"
Wrong move.
Spike whipped around and kicked the gun out of his hand and sent it flying to the other side of the lot. The stranger, shocked, started to run towards it but instead, tripped over Spike's convienently placed foot. Now he was pissed. He got back up to his feet and took a swing. As smoothly as flowing water, Spike bent to the side, ducking the punch and raising his leg up to meet with the stranger's left cheek. He stumbled back a bit before receiving additional punches to the head. The stranger dropped to the ground once more. This time he didn't wait to get back up. In an excited furry, he crawled off as fast as possible until he made enough distance to run. Spike noticed a blue penguin tatoo on the man's leg and of course, thought nothing of it.
Spike picked up the stranger's gun and released the magazine. He studied it before putting the cartridge back in. "Fully loaded." Spike pocketed the handgun seeing and used it to replace the one he had dropped in his fight with Vicious. Shrugging off his encounter, he walked off into the night, whistling a western toon.
See you again Space Cowboy...
This story takes place after the final episode of Bebop. Yeah, I know, hundreds of others probably of done this, but this story is from ME, not them. And since I'm not willing to sift through over hundreds of fics, I want to apologize right now for stepping on any toes.
And remember, reviews are always welcomed!
Cowboy Bebop: Galatic Megamix
Part 1: Spike Spiegal
On Mars.
The headquarters of the Red Dragon was in a newly ruined state. All that was left of the glass doors and windows were broken shards scattered about the floors. Inside, the doors, walls and stairs were riddled with bullet holes. Broken bottles which once held alcohol and champagne are now broken in half, still dripping their contents. Men were all around the headquarters, removing the dead bodies and taking in the damage.
"Man, what a mess," one of them said to another.
"You're telling me, " The other replied.
"Hard to believe that only one man could do this."
Elsewhere, a man was helping a wounded one to his feet. He slung his hurt companion's arm around his shoulder. As he did, he felt blood as it stained his suit.
"Damn that Spike, " said the wounded man. "The hell is he?"
"I don't know, either our men stopped him on an upper floor, or he reached the top, " the helpful friend said.
"Heh, if he reached the top, that means he met up with Vicious. In either case, I'm sure he's dead. Ugh..." He winced at his pain. "That bastard deserves anything he got."
Upon the highest floor was where the main battle took place. A battle which would go down in Red Dragons history. The room was dark. It was possibly the most damaged one of all, the result of a grenade. But the two fighters weren't here, the only signs of them were two pools of blood. One on the top platform, and one on the stairs.
A member stood looking into the room. His name was Ghost, or so he was called. He had bluish black hair, tanned skin, and a thin scar on his right cheek. He was the sole witness to the whole thing. Looking in, the battle ran over and over in his mind. Lines that he'd never forget. I'm the only one who can kill you....Let's end it....and most memorable of all.....Bang. A chill went up his spine as he remembered the single word. It was almost as if Spike had been pointing straight at him.
At first one eye opened, then a darker one did the same. They winced at a bright white light. After a while, all focus came back.
"So you're alive after all," a voice said.
The head moved to look at the location of the voice. His eyes met Ghost. Weakly he made words as his eyes focused more and more in the white room. "Where am I?"
"You're in the infirmary," Ghost said. "You were in a horrible state, full of bullets and rapidly loosing blood. Had it not been for the men's quick work, you'd of died."
"I couldn't of died." The voice said. He didn't explain why, instead he slowly, painfully sat up. His shirt was replaced with bandages around his waist and shoulders. Suddenly, a quick thought flashed in his mind. "Vicious!"
"He's dead, " Ghost replied. "There was no hope in saving him. One shot, died. Congratulations.....Spike Spiegal."
After hearing the news he sat there for a while, then he reached to his coat which was on a near hook and put it on. He stood up, winced, and then started to walk off.
"Wait, you can't go! You're not completly healed yet!"
"I'm good enough."
"B-But you defeated Vicious! You have to lead us!"
Spike stopped in his tracks. After a moment he looked back. "You're the only one who knows I'm alive right?"
"Y-Yea."
"Well forget it, Spike Spiegal died in that fight."
Shock came to Ghost's face. He stood up in protest, "But who'll-"
"Tell you what. Forget about me and you can be the leader. I just want out. I don't want to have to worry about the Red Dragon coming after me ever again. Deal?"
"Y-Yessir."
Spike continued his walk and raised his arm to say goodbye. Then, like that, he was gone. Ghost stood there, staring at Spike's direction. "Spike Spiegal."
The Swordfish blasted through space. Spike reached into his jacket poket and took out his trusty pack of cigarettes. With both Vicious and Julia dead, Ed and Ein disappeared, and Jet and Faye long gone, he has no clue of where to pick up his life. With his past life now dead, was he going to find the Bebop and continue a life of bounty hunting, or was he going to start a new? Yeah, he really needed that cigarette. He took out the pack to find a bullet hole going straight through it.
Spike held the pack in front of his face and growned.
"Just great"
The gas pump latched onto the side of the Swordfish. Spike hadn't had much money on him. As the gas flowed in automatically, Spike tallied up what he had left. Only enough wulongs for his next meal. He'll have to get money somehow. But with his skills, the only thing he could get into now that was legal was bounty hunting. It looks like no matter how many times he died, Spike's old lives always caught up with him.
That night Spike had parked in a lot for spaceships and was now traveling on foot. As he walked through the lot, a crooked looking man walked up and held his hand out.
"Got any spare wulongs?"
Spike looked the man up and down. He was wearing shades and a trenchcoat. He noticed a ring on his finger and a necklace around his collar. This wasn't the clothing of a broke man. Spike just calmly replied, "I should be asking you the same thing."
This was not an answer the man wanted to hear. As Spike tried to walk off, the man held out a gun so that the tip of the barrel was touching the back of Spike's head. "We tried it nicely, now I'm not asking! Give me your wulongs!"
The fuzzy, green haired man apparently didn't hear the words. He also didn't know what was going on, for he moved his head up and down along the barrel as if scratching an itch. "Ah, that's better."
"Hey!" The stranger yelled, now in anger. He put his hand to the side as he shouted. "Didn't you hear me-"
Wrong move.
Spike whipped around and kicked the gun out of his hand and sent it flying to the other side of the lot. The stranger, shocked, started to run towards it but instead, tripped over Spike's convienently placed foot. Now he was pissed. He got back up to his feet and took a swing. As smoothly as flowing water, Spike bent to the side, ducking the punch and raising his leg up to meet with the stranger's left cheek. He stumbled back a bit before receiving additional punches to the head. The stranger dropped to the ground once more. This time he didn't wait to get back up. In an excited furry, he crawled off as fast as possible until he made enough distance to run. Spike noticed a blue penguin tatoo on the man's leg and of course, thought nothing of it.
Spike picked up the stranger's gun and released the magazine. He studied it before putting the cartridge back in. "Fully loaded." Spike pocketed the handgun seeing and used it to replace the one he had dropped in his fight with Vicious. Shrugging off his encounter, he walked off into the night, whistling a western toon.
See you again Space Cowboy...