Protecting the Enemy
- Chapter 1 -
By Rachel*
Rated: PG-13/R – Violence/Language
Gender: Romance/Drama
E-mail: DuckQueen2150@aol.com
Web Address: Http://momokileyloveshrine.cjb.net
- Here it is! I've put it on hold until now, but I think you're ready folks! I also think I've got the grammer and spelling down! ::people look in shock:: -^_^- Heh… HOPE YOU LIKE IT! Spike/Faye -
+ I DO NOT OWN COWBOY BEBOP! +
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Spike Spiegal, age twenty-seven. A tall, well built guy; he yawned lazily as he sat on a wooden bar stool. Lack of sleep, and a hang over was the least of his worries…
"Can I help you?" Spike looked up feebly, frowning slightly, as he glanced into a pair of dark, emerald green eyes.
"I, whatever… I just need to get rid of this headache…" Spike's frown increased as he thought about the pain in his head again.
"One scotch it is." She smiled weakly shaking her head. Her dark violet hair cut just above the shoulders sporting a yellow headband to hold it away from her eyes.
Outside, rain began to fall as Spike glanced out the window. His mop of green hair lying flat like always.
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"Go, I don't care how many die, just get her!" A man with dark, almost black, hair growled.
"Yes sir." A group of ten men loaded their guns and opened the back doors of a tractor-trailer and ran out.
"Michael, are you sure you want to do this?" A younger man came up from behind a storage box.
"Waters, I told you to stay behind." The man hissed, hate seething from him.
"Michael you have no control over me, and my actions…"
"…Please, for your safety, just leave now!" Michael turned around facing his brother with his cold gray-blue eyes.
"Hmm, that's better. If you insist on me leaving that badly…" Nathan trailed off. "just bring back my girl alive and well." Nathan smirked; sticking his hands into his pant pockets, and began to whistle a little tune.
'That's what you think…' Michael thought, a smile forming on his pale lips.
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"Ahh!" The screams of a woman's voice echoed though the bar as she dragged her husbands limp body inside. "Someone help me! He's been shot!" She sobbed tears falling from her once vibrant blue eyes.
Spike glanced in shock over to his right slightly, as he heard screams suddenly streaming though the streets and people running in every direction, umbrellas flying around aimlessly.
"No…" The bartender dropped Spike's glass the liquid pouring all over the bar booth as she saw one of the men run by the bar window.
"Please, call an ambulance or something, if we don't my husband will die!" The woman ran over to Spike when she saw a small CP or modernized cell phone in his pocket.
"I… Here, call them yourself; I'm going to check out what's going on here…" Spike sighed. 'Just what I need.' He glanced down at the man closing his eyes when he noticed how hopeless his condition was.
He tossed the older woman his phone and walked carelessly towards the door. "You have to pay for your drink!" The violet haired woman spoke again in a pleading voice.
"You spilled it. Why should I?" Spike scuffed shaking his head as he walked towards the door to check out what was happening outside.
"Err! Will you stop?! You'll get yourself kill—"
"Get down!" Spike's eyes widened as two men came to a running halt when they noticed something hidden within its dirtied windows, they smirked lightly opening fire, their guns screaming with noise; glass shattering all over. He grabbed the purple haired girl, throwing her down blocking her from harm with his body.
Spike flinched in pain as he felt a few larger pieces sink into his skin staining his blue suit with a dark crimson red. "Please, I have to run, get off of me…" She stammered franticly trying to push Spike off of her body.
"Listen lady, it's not like I'm trying to be the hero here, it just happened to play out like this! I'm tired, my head is killing me, and now this happens! "Spike's voice grew angry as he glared down at the girl he had to save… 'Ungrateful—' His thought was cut off by one of the gunmen.
"We'll spare your lives if you cooperate … Just let us look around for a little while. Don't move, or we'll shoot you… Trust me." The man chuckled to himself seeming to find his words humorous, as he walked in through the shattered window, two of his men trailing behind. Inside there was a large booth with stools and about seven to eight tables with pull up chairs or seats built into the wall.
Besides Spike and the bartender, there were six others, the woman and her husband included; everyone remained where they stood, sat or lay motionless, and hardly breathing...
The girl cursed under her breath. Trying to remain perfectly still, she closed her eyes thinking of a place to hide.
"You know them, miss..?" Spike trailed off waiting to hear a name.
"Faye…" She sighed back closing her eyes and giving up her fight of pushing Spike away as she let her head fall onto the hardwood floor.
"Faye…" He replied nodding his head.
"If anyone knows a woman going by the name of Faye Valentine, tell me now. We will pay you greatly, and you will save the lives of everyone here." The man walked by Spike as Faye pulled him down closer to her face covering herself a little more.
"Please, don't… I'm not here, please you… Protect me. You said you just happened to be the hero, so be the hero… Get me out of here." Faye was becoming frantic. She began to speak louder and one of the men noticed.
"Is that you, Faye?" He smirked walking towards Spike.
"Please?" Faye looked into Spike's two-toned brown eyes with a desperate pleading look. Spike looked blankly at her no emotion in his face as he thought his situation over again.
"You better pay me back for this, Faye Valentine…" He sighed shaking his head. 'Why always me?' Spike thought.
"Faye?" The man drew closer, gripping on the trigger of his gun tightly.
"I'm sorry sir, there isn't anyone by that name here. Maybe try next bar, I thought I heard someone by that name go in there." Spike sat up ignoring the pain in his back.
"You smart ass punk!" The man was enraged.
"Hmm, why thank you for the complement, but I'm not accustomed to flattery, doesn't fit my profile." Spike smiled as he drew out a gun from his belt and, firing it, killing the man instantly.
"Damn you!" The other man shouted as they all began to fire.
"Take cover!" Spike yelled to the innocent people within the bar. The older woman still lay crying next to her now lifeless husband. Spike fired again as he lunged for the bar taking out a few glasses and an ashtray as he fell to the hardwood floor yelling out in pain. He felt the glass sink deeper into his skin.
Faye gritted her teeth as she crawled on the ground, no one noticing her, only the green haired lunatic firing aimlessly at the men with guns. 'This is one less thing I feel like dealing with today… Of all the days to track me down.' Faye thought as she screamed suddenly, a bullet hitting her left arm making her fall backwards.
"Erra, I hate days like these!" Spike growled as he heard Faye scream. "Take this!" He shouted standing up and taking out the other two men with four shots. The urge for nicotine growing was as Spike inhaled deeply trying to catch his breath.
There were about three other dead bodies covered with broken glass, some laying limp with bullets lodged in their heart, organs, and scull… Spike shivered at the sight. He turned his attention to where the woman, Faye once lay… But now was suddenly gone. 'This isn't happening…' Spike groaned in frustration. "Faye… Where are you?!" Spike forced a smile as he gritted his teeth and heaved himself back on the other side of the bar table.
Faye heard Spike call out and got up and started in a run as she darted from behind a bar table into the back room and started up the stairs.
"Oh, no you don't…" Spike growled as he reluctantly started after her. Every bone in his body began to ach as he bolted up the stairs stepping two at a time.
"No, please. You're just going make more trouble for yourself, and get me killed!" Faye screamed holding her arm in pain as she reached the roof, and ran out the door slamming it behind her.
'You told me to be the hero didn't you?!' Spike yelled silently to himself. "Erra, does it look like I care?!" Spike shouted back.
"I don't even know your name!" Faye screamed back. "How do I know you're not working for them undercover?!" Faye grabbed her Zip craft's key out of her right pants pocket. It was a flying craft first created in 2013, a few years before the gate accident… Faye reached the fourth floor and darted out the door, Spike inches behind.
In the year 2015, traveling at the speed of light was feasible. Earth scientists created large gates for ships, like the Zip Crafts, to travel back and forth through space. However the positing of the space gate nearest Earth had been miscalculated. As a result the gate was pulled into the moons' gravity force. The impact killing 3/4ths of the moon and eighty-five present of Earth's population from the flying remnants that hit shortly after…
"It's Spike!" He shouted as he jumped forward grabbing Faye's shoulder. It was almost in slow motion as he brought Faye closer to him only causing them to both lose their balance and fall onto the concrete surface. "If I was working for them, I would have killed you already…" He mumbled in pain.
Faye flinched in pain as her head hit the ground, and Spike fell on top of her. "Ehh…" Faye cringed again as Spike's shoulder dug into her wound. "Please, let me go…"
Spike looked down and noticed the blood stained navy uniform. "You're hurt." Spike said flatly as he got off of her small framed body and assisted her to her feet.
"It's nothing… Please, just—"
"Give me the key, I'll take you back to my place, I have a friend who can help you out." Spike sighed not knowing why he was doing this.
"What, no—" Faye tried to pull the key out of Spike's reach, but he just moved closer and grabbed them quickly before she could fight back.
"Are you getting in?" Spike opened the hatch and pointed to the small back seat in her Zip Craft.
'How can he just boss me around like this; and worse, why am I listening to him?' Faye's mind screamed repeatedly as she fallowed his directions keeping her thoughts to herself.
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"You let her get away?!" Michael's blood was at its boiling point.
"Sir, we couldn't stop him. The man with Faye—"
"She's seeing someone?!" Nathan burst into the room, eavesdropping on his brother's conversations. The building they were in was somewhat old, form the second generation wars on Gatomie, a moon on Jupiter, first built in the year 2030.
"We can't confirm that yet sir, but he seemed to be protecting her with his life, when we shot through the glass he threw himself on top of her letting the glass gouged itself into his back, and into three of my men, who are all dead, we've never seen him before… It's as if he's fallen blindly in love with her sir."
"Jack, are you saying that Faye, my Faye is seeing someone?!" Nathan was becoming very unnerved and he seemed like he could draw blood.
"Well, no… More like she's got one hell of a bodyguard sir…" Jack bit down on his lower lip bowing his head down.
"Well, you're going to stop that 'hell of a bodyguard' aren't you Jack?!" Nathan screamed slamming his fist into a dark wooden door. A fog like smoke from Michael's almost constant smoking of cigarettes, and dim lighting dulled the room.
"Yes sir. Do you want us to bring them both here, or kill the guy, and bring Faye back?" Jack shook his head not believing he was even involved in these lovers' quarrels.
"Bring them both to me. I want to deal with Mr. Bodyguard myself…" Nathan hissed, hate taking over him.
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"Jet?!" Spike opened the hatch to Faye's Zip craft and assisted her out. "Jet, I need your help!" Spike shouted, but not urgently.
'I don't even own a change of clothes now… I'm sure that… Ohh!' Faye bit her tongue holding back her anger as an older man who seemed to be around his late thirties with excessive hair loss walked into the room.
"You go out to get a drink, and bring home a woman Spike?" Jet sighed crossing his arms, one was prosthetic, as he closed his dark brown eyes and shook his head.
"She asked me to be her hero… So I saved her." Spike turned around showing Jet his blood soaked back holding back the pain, and made an effort to point out Faye's injured arm.
"Don't sound so melodramatic, I just asked you to get me out of the situation, and now you go and say I asked you to be, my hero…?" Faye rolled her eyes in disgust trying to cover up her words. "Please, if you don't mind, I would like to—"
"Let me check out your arm, I think Spike has a pair of old clothes that should fit until we can get you something else… Spike I'll take the glass out, you can wrap your own wounds…" Jet sighed. 'This is something new…'
Faye frowned glancing over at Spike who just looked back at her with the same disgusted expression. "You don't have to do this, really. I just want to get out of here, please—" Faye was cut off as Jet poked at her arm and she yelped in pain.
"This is why we're not letting you go Faye." Spike smiled gesturing to his back and her arm again.
She screamed aloud. "If I knew you were going to be this annoying I wouldn't have asked for you to protect me!" Faye pulled away from Jet as he backed away only to pull out a first aid kit from the small compartment next to his room.
"Well, you should know not to trust strangers to begin with!" Spike growled storming into another room. Larger, but still dimly lit, the walls of the old carrier ship seemed to be rusting, and creaked every now and then when someone would walk in a certain spot.
"What do you two do for a living anyways?" Faye decided to give in and except their help, she wouldn't have to pay for a doctor's bill now anyways.
"We're bounty hunters." Spike sighed as he put a cigarette into his mouth and walked around a small corner into their kitchen and opened the fridge.
"Bount… Bounty hunters?" Faye hesitated, her heart rate starting to increase greatly. 'This isn't happening, this isn't happening!' Faye mind screamed again and again as Jet guided her onto an old beat up couth that smelled of smoke.
"Yes… B-o-u-n-t-y H-u-n-t-e-r-s." Spike put emphasis into each letter as he grabbed a beer and closed the door to the fridge frustrated that there was no food in it. "Why, you have a problem with that?" Spike flinched again as he attempted to pull of his jacket and three pieces of glass that were in his back came with it.
"No. I just didn't hear you right, think I'm loosing too much blood…" Faye started to stutter with her words as she pulled off her suit jacket and was left in a small black spaghetti strapped top; thinking of anything to get them off her mind.
"Hmmm," Spike nodded his head. "Cigarette?" Spike gestured towards the small pack of Camel cigarettes in his hand.
"Oh, yeah." Faye nodded her hand trembling as she grabbed the box hastily and took a small little roll of tobacco from its box.
"Just hold still this is going to hurt a bit, but then your arm should go numb until I'm done." Jet readied a needle filled with a medicine to cut the pain.
"Yeah…" Faye lit the nicotine filled roll with a small lighter in her back pants pocket, and inhaled deeply trying to calm her nerves. Jet sighed shacking his head as Faye clung onto the arm of the sofa and looked away from the large pointy object.
"Alright, wasn't that bad now, was it?" Jet smiled satisfied with his work, and he quickly pulled out a small plier like tool and pulled out the visible bullet from Faye's arm and tossed it into a trashcan by her first aid kit.
"Heh, I just didn't flinch…" Faye shook her head as Jet finished sowing up her arm and handed her some gauze.
"Think you can manage to wrap this while I take care of Mr. Spiegal here?" Jet smirked as Spike's headshot up from around the corner.
'Had to say my last name didn't you Jet?' Spike growled to himself as he walked back out this time without his yellow undershirt that went with his suit. His bare back still covered with glass fragments and blood.
'He really did get hurt pretty badly…' Faye moved over as he sat down on the couch next to her to let his wounds be tended to. 'It's his fault, he's the ass that actually listened to me, and he didn't have to save me if he didn't want to… But, then again… He did save me.'
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"Who is he?" Nathan sighed taking a sip from his martini. As he got up from a velvet red chair hidden in a far corner of the smoggy room.
"He's the guy who hired Faye to work at his bar." Jack smiled tapping the guy on the head lightly.
"What's you name buddy?" Nathan handed his drink over to the butler and shushed him away.
"Chris."
"Chrisss?" Nathan waited for a last name.
"Sams…" The man sighed glaring at Jack and Nathan.
"You don't have to act so angry towards me… I just want back what's mine." Nathan smirked taking a few steps closer.
"She's a woman with her own rights, you have no right to say she's yours, you act like she's some piece of clothing—"
"Shut up! I have every right to say whatever the hell I want, and if I want to own Faye Valentine, than I will!" Nathan hit his fist across Chris's tanned face. "Now… Tell me where she was living…" Nathan gripped a hold of Chris's short, dark brow hair and pulled vigorously almost ripping it out by the roots.
"Screw… You…" Chris spit blood from his bleeding cheek onto Nathan's shoe. "I'll never tell; you're better of just killing me now instead of wasting you time on someone like me."
"Err… Kill him. Do as he wishes and get him out of my sight." Nathan gritted his teeth together sickened from the sight of the man and turned around exiting the room.
"No luck?" Mike came around the corner as Nathan came out into a dingy darkened hallway.
"Shut up…"
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