Black hole
**i don't own cowboy bebop, which i hate, but oh well.**
Faye turned away from the body. Stupid punk-ass kid. Trying to cash in on her bounty. This was happening too often for her comfort. But she was used to killing now. It hadn't always been that way. For a moment, she indulged herself in memories. Times when she hadn't been used to killing, to blood. But that had been a long time ago. Her innocence, if you could call it that, had ended a year ago, with his death.
She stopped that line of thought. Hadn't she promised not to think about him again? She made that promise a thousand times a week; it was always broken. Sighing, she went back to her ship. At least she had finished this job. Her last kill had been a tricky bastard, full of explosives and guns. It had taken her three days to finish him off, and she was damn tired.
Before blasting off, she looked up at the stars. Why had his star gone out? Just when her star had begun to shine? But now her star was dark, tainted and corrupted. A black hole. Yes, that was a good description of her life to this point, a black hole--turned in on itself, destructive, longing to kill or consume. Smiling without humor, she blasted off into the night.
****
Back at her apartment she checked her messages. Jobs for the Shadow Dreamer. She sighed once again as she thought of her alias, her own little tribute to the dreamer that had fallen into nightmares.
As she was shuffling through her letters, there came a knock on her door. "Go away!" she yelled at whoever it was, "I don't want to see anybody."
"I think you'll want to see me, Faye," the voice answered. Faye stopped, just froze up. That voice. That taunting voice she had so longed to hear. She was frozen, couldn't breathe. Was this a trick? Some cruel jest of fate? It had to be. She shouldn't fall for it, had to resist. But she didn't want to. She wanted this to be real.
Giving in, she went slowly to the door. She rested with her hand on the doorknob, indecision knowing at her.
"Please open up Faye." came the voice again. Her final barriers broke down, and she twisted the knob.
"Spike…"
**this is my first fic, pleae r&r, is it any good so far??**
**i don't own cowboy bebop, which i hate, but oh well.**
Faye turned away from the body. Stupid punk-ass kid. Trying to cash in on her bounty. This was happening too often for her comfort. But she was used to killing now. It hadn't always been that way. For a moment, she indulged herself in memories. Times when she hadn't been used to killing, to blood. But that had been a long time ago. Her innocence, if you could call it that, had ended a year ago, with his death.
She stopped that line of thought. Hadn't she promised not to think about him again? She made that promise a thousand times a week; it was always broken. Sighing, she went back to her ship. At least she had finished this job. Her last kill had been a tricky bastard, full of explosives and guns. It had taken her three days to finish him off, and she was damn tired.
Before blasting off, she looked up at the stars. Why had his star gone out? Just when her star had begun to shine? But now her star was dark, tainted and corrupted. A black hole. Yes, that was a good description of her life to this point, a black hole--turned in on itself, destructive, longing to kill or consume. Smiling without humor, she blasted off into the night.
****
Back at her apartment she checked her messages. Jobs for the Shadow Dreamer. She sighed once again as she thought of her alias, her own little tribute to the dreamer that had fallen into nightmares.
As she was shuffling through her letters, there came a knock on her door. "Go away!" she yelled at whoever it was, "I don't want to see anybody."
"I think you'll want to see me, Faye," the voice answered. Faye stopped, just froze up. That voice. That taunting voice she had so longed to hear. She was frozen, couldn't breathe. Was this a trick? Some cruel jest of fate? It had to be. She shouldn't fall for it, had to resist. But she didn't want to. She wanted this to be real.
Giving in, she went slowly to the door. She rested with her hand on the doorknob, indecision knowing at her.
"Please open up Faye." came the voice again. Her final barriers broke down, and she twisted the knob.
"Spike…"
**this is my first fic, pleae r&r, is it any good so far??**