Disclaimer: I don't own Spike or Cowboy Bebop and this is the last time I'm gonna say it.
Prologue
The street was full of people, there was no indication that anyone would see each other's faces let alone be recognized. He was safe here, no need to look over his shoulder. His identity was protected by the sheer population of the city.
"Spike!"
It was his luck, or lack thereof, but he wouldn't acknowledge the name. Only he could use it, for others it did not exist.
"Spike!"
The voice was insistent, firm, and very sure. The person calling him was certain of who he had seen. There was no hesitation, no doubt for a dead man. Him, Spike, deceased to all who knew him. He had even visited his own grave.
Spike had died two years ago. Death by sword wounds and a dive out of a church window.
"Spike!"
The spoken word was closer now and he had made his decision, he would confront the pest and deal with him.
Ducking into a narrow, unoccupied alley, he waited. And waited, wondering briefly if his mild paranoia had gotten the best of him.
"Spike . . ."
The form belonging to the voice stepped towards the light at the back of the alley, where HE stood boldly.
"Spike. . . I wonder do you remember me?"
The casual tone belied the man's agitated movements. The man was in a hurry, but he was smart enough not to rush this meeting. Spike didn't need to search his mind for recognition. He knew this man well. His name was Blaze . . . and he was an assassin.
The chapters are much bigger I promise you. :)
Prologue
The street was full of people, there was no indication that anyone would see each other's faces let alone be recognized. He was safe here, no need to look over his shoulder. His identity was protected by the sheer population of the city.
"Spike!"
It was his luck, or lack thereof, but he wouldn't acknowledge the name. Only he could use it, for others it did not exist.
"Spike!"
The voice was insistent, firm, and very sure. The person calling him was certain of who he had seen. There was no hesitation, no doubt for a dead man. Him, Spike, deceased to all who knew him. He had even visited his own grave.
Spike had died two years ago. Death by sword wounds and a dive out of a church window.
"Spike!"
The spoken word was closer now and he had made his decision, he would confront the pest and deal with him.
Ducking into a narrow, unoccupied alley, he waited. And waited, wondering briefly if his mild paranoia had gotten the best of him.
"Spike . . ."
The form belonging to the voice stepped towards the light at the back of the alley, where HE stood boldly.
"Spike. . . I wonder do you remember me?"
The casual tone belied the man's agitated movements. The man was in a hurry, but he was smart enough not to rush this meeting. Spike didn't need to search his mind for recognition. He knew this man well. His name was Blaze . . . and he was an assassin.
The chapters are much bigger I promise you. :)