Greetings all. Hope you enjoy the story. It has this rating due to some
graphic violence and course language, but hey, it would not be Cowboy Bebop
without all that, right? Also, this is my first fic, so please read and
respond and be gentle with me. All normal disclaimers apply, Cowboy Bebop
does not belong to me, nor do any of its characters. There is an original
character in this fic, and I would appreciate it no one would use him
without my permission. Also, none of the song lyrics used in this fic
belong to me, I just used them for convenience sake. Read, and ejoy!
Cowboy Bebop
Boys are Back
Guess who just got back today?
Them wild-eyed boys that had been away
Haven't changed, haven't much to say
But man, I still think them cats are crazy
They were asking if you were around
How you was, where you could be found
Told them you were living downtown
Driving all the old men crazy
The boys are back in town
THIN LIZZY
TAP, TAP, TAP.
Don't know what this is.it feels good.warm.floating on air.
TAP, TAP, TAP.
Is this death? Am I in hell? Maybe this is heaven.
TAP, TAP, TAP.
Is that my heartbeat? Can I really hear anything? Can I feel anything?
TAPTAPTAPTAPTAP
Spike opened his eyes slowly, and saw only red. For a moment, he wondered if he were laying in a pool of blood, his own maybe. No, it was too gooey to be blood, too warm. His eyes flicked around, and saw a large room, full of some of the most advanced looking devices he had ever seen.
He held up his hand, becoming aware of his entire body again. He reached out, and felt his fingers press against a surface that seemed invisible to him. Maybe it was glass. He reached up, felt his chest, his arms, his shoulders, his neck. He tried to feel his face, but there was something in the way. His eyes flicked down, and met with the feeling of his fingers. There was some sort of mask covering his face, up to his nose. Maybe it was for breathing.
TAPTAPTAPTAPTAP
The sound interrupted his searching, and he turned his head.and almost died again.
Staring at him was one of the most garish faces he had ever seen. Whoever it was gazed at him, grinning the kind of grin that Spike had only ever seen on rotted skulls. He tapped on the glass, Spike was certain it was glass now, with his free hand. The other hand was holding a mask like the one Spike had over his face. He tapped on the glass with his index finger, then drew his hand away from the glass, and made a slashing motion across his throat. Was he threatening him?
Another knock, from another direction, drew Spike's attention away from the person watching him. He spun around, and saw another person looking at him. This one seemed less unusual than the other one. It was a man, dressed in something resembling a radiation suit. He held a clipboard pad in one hand, and a pen in the other. He held the pen up, and then moved his hand from side to side. Spike followed it with his eyes, not sure what else to do.
The man turned his head to the side, and said something Spike could not hear. It looked like "They're awake!"
Suddenly, Spike had the sensation of sinking. He looked down, and saw that the floor had opened up into a grate, and the red goo was draining into it. He looked all around him, saw the red stuff smearing down the glass, and realized that he had been floating in a tank of some sort.
The glass walls around him lifted away, and a dozen hands were suddenly all over him with towels, wiping the red stuff off his body. The lights were bright, and he blinked as his eyes adjusted. He looked back at the person who had been in the tank next to him, and saw that he was getting the same treatment.
The stranger stared at Spike, with eyes that Spike could only have imagined staring at him from underneath a rock. But yet.there was something horribly familiar in those eyes. The details of the face seemed recognizable too. After a moment of examining him, Spike felt the breath catch in his lungs, and he took an impulsive step back.
He looks like.me!
"Sssss" he stranger hissed between his teeth. "Ssss.Sp.Sp." he spoke slowly, struggling with each syllable, as if speaking for the first time. "Spah.Spaaaiiike."
Spike felt the skin of his face go numb as the blood rushed from his head. The world suddenly seemed fuzzy, and he felt lightheaded.
"Spike! Spike.Spike? Spike." He kept repeating Spike's own named, saying it in different tones and manners, as if trying it out the way a person would try a shoe on for size. "Spike. SpikeSpikeSpikeSpike!"
Spike let a single moan escape his lips, and then felt is body go limp beneath him as he fainted dead away.
Only the beginning cowboy.
Cowboy Bebop
Boys are Back
Guess who just got back today?
Them wild-eyed boys that had been away
Haven't changed, haven't much to say
But man, I still think them cats are crazy
They were asking if you were around
How you was, where you could be found
Told them you were living downtown
Driving all the old men crazy
The boys are back in town
THIN LIZZY
TAP, TAP, TAP.
Don't know what this is.it feels good.warm.floating on air.
TAP, TAP, TAP.
Is this death? Am I in hell? Maybe this is heaven.
TAP, TAP, TAP.
Is that my heartbeat? Can I really hear anything? Can I feel anything?
TAPTAPTAPTAPTAP
Spike opened his eyes slowly, and saw only red. For a moment, he wondered if he were laying in a pool of blood, his own maybe. No, it was too gooey to be blood, too warm. His eyes flicked around, and saw a large room, full of some of the most advanced looking devices he had ever seen.
He held up his hand, becoming aware of his entire body again. He reached out, and felt his fingers press against a surface that seemed invisible to him. Maybe it was glass. He reached up, felt his chest, his arms, his shoulders, his neck. He tried to feel his face, but there was something in the way. His eyes flicked down, and met with the feeling of his fingers. There was some sort of mask covering his face, up to his nose. Maybe it was for breathing.
TAPTAPTAPTAPTAP
The sound interrupted his searching, and he turned his head.and almost died again.
Staring at him was one of the most garish faces he had ever seen. Whoever it was gazed at him, grinning the kind of grin that Spike had only ever seen on rotted skulls. He tapped on the glass, Spike was certain it was glass now, with his free hand. The other hand was holding a mask like the one Spike had over his face. He tapped on the glass with his index finger, then drew his hand away from the glass, and made a slashing motion across his throat. Was he threatening him?
Another knock, from another direction, drew Spike's attention away from the person watching him. He spun around, and saw another person looking at him. This one seemed less unusual than the other one. It was a man, dressed in something resembling a radiation suit. He held a clipboard pad in one hand, and a pen in the other. He held the pen up, and then moved his hand from side to side. Spike followed it with his eyes, not sure what else to do.
The man turned his head to the side, and said something Spike could not hear. It looked like "They're awake!"
Suddenly, Spike had the sensation of sinking. He looked down, and saw that the floor had opened up into a grate, and the red goo was draining into it. He looked all around him, saw the red stuff smearing down the glass, and realized that he had been floating in a tank of some sort.
The glass walls around him lifted away, and a dozen hands were suddenly all over him with towels, wiping the red stuff off his body. The lights were bright, and he blinked as his eyes adjusted. He looked back at the person who had been in the tank next to him, and saw that he was getting the same treatment.
The stranger stared at Spike, with eyes that Spike could only have imagined staring at him from underneath a rock. But yet.there was something horribly familiar in those eyes. The details of the face seemed recognizable too. After a moment of examining him, Spike felt the breath catch in his lungs, and he took an impulsive step back.
He looks like.me!
"Sssss" he stranger hissed between his teeth. "Ssss.Sp.Sp." he spoke slowly, struggling with each syllable, as if speaking for the first time. "Spah.Spaaaiiike."
Spike felt the skin of his face go numb as the blood rushed from his head. The world suddenly seemed fuzzy, and he felt lightheaded.
"Spike! Spike.Spike? Spike." He kept repeating Spike's own named, saying it in different tones and manners, as if trying it out the way a person would try a shoe on for size. "Spike. SpikeSpikeSpikeSpike!"
Spike let a single moan escape his lips, and then felt is body go limp beneath him as he fainted dead away.
Only the beginning cowboy.