Prologue to a Fulfilled Life

By Mark Broomell

Yeah, I know this as pointless to read as the male nipple is to a man, but I dont own

the Cowboy Bebop series, so this is just my take on what could have been.

Well then, as I said at the beginning, if a man has trained himself throughout his life to live in a state as close as possible to death, would it not be ridiculous for him to be distressed when death comes to him?

-Socrates, The Last Days of Socrates

You know what I like? Bell Peppers and Beef. I like sitting down and listening to Jet yell at Faye for wasting our money at the casino, as Ed and Ein eat in their own little corner. I was just too damn careless. Too careless to realize that I had let myself grow to attached. I set my fate into motion the very moment I laid my eyes on her. Those eyes ... they scared me. They pierced into my very soul and set me on fire. They understood me, and that was why I was afraid. Just as quickly as I began to learn to live with the fact I was in love...it was taken from me. Its not fair, its not even close... there are some things that I have left unfinished before that fire was extinguished.

I was such a fool. I knew that those people I lived with would be taken from me, but I loved the life I had created for myself. I ran, and I ran too far away. I told myself that maybe, just maybe, if I ran hard enough that I could keep this life. I almost forgot about the mafia, Vicious, Anastasia, Julia... Julia. I had forgotten about them for about a week, but life has a funny way of not letting them forget about you. Faye said it the best... belonging is the most important thing in life. I guess this is where I belong.

So here I am, bleeding from the wounds that Vicious gave me, but they will not be the ones to kill me. I only hurt myself from denying the inevitable, and finally, those will be the ones to kill me. I left many things unfinished. I never told Jet that he was more than just a partner, he was a brother. Faye, all the while reckless, was like my sister. It was home. Bebop was home, and I let it slip. So now, the warm darkness embraces me as I lie here on the floor. I finally see her smiling face once more, as she embraces me into the life beyond. I have many promises left unfulfilled, which I have left for Jet and Faye to take care of. I have already found where I belong, but it really is a shame... I would have liked to have eaten bell peppers and beef... one last time.

BTW, this is mainly just an introduction to a small series beyond CB. I would enjoy R&R to my outro to Spikes life (which it really ailed me to do), so please, do so. Thank you very much,

Mark T. Broomell