"With every end comes a new beginning."
If life is such a fragile thing, why do we endanger it? We weaken it with drugs. We bruise it with violence. We utterly destroy it with our darkest needs. To some, life is just a toy, something you play with and then get rid off when you are tired of it. Hence the true reason behind murder. Behind murder, there is the secret enjoyment the person gets at watching the soul slip away from the victim. The utter finality of it. Some of these victims are lucky and are granted a second chance. Only very few pass the test.
Tears streamed down Faye's pale face, causing her eyeliner to stain her face with black lines. Her sobs filled the small room.
"The idiot." Faye cried to no one. "The damn fool." More tears burst forth. She continued to mumble to herself as the television droned on.
The letter had arrived this morning to the ship. Just by the look of it, Faye knew something was wrong. Jet had opened it first, looked at it quickly, and then shut his eyes. He stood there for a good two minutes before he dropped the letter and walked off without a word. Faye jumped to retrieve the letter and suddenly wished she had not been so eager.
Even before the letter arrived that morning, the absence of Spike left a bad taste in her mouth. Since he had left the Bebop the night before, leaving Faye in tears, trouble had begun. The reason the man ran off was, for lack of a better term, love. His object of affection, Julia, was shot down by his once partner in crime, Vicious. Spike had to settle the score once and for all. He had to kill Vicious.
The letter filled in all that Faye had missed. Her black tears left splotches on the paper, which was now crumpled on the floor next to her.
To whom it may concern,
On the night of June 14th, 2071, a battle was raged between the Red Dragon syndicate and Spike Spiegel. As it seems to us, Mr. Spiegel fought down to his last breath. He was murdered at 11:47 P.M. All of the registered bounty hunters in the galaxy have been notified of the event and have been invited to attend the funeral ceremony on the 18th of August.
Thank You for your timeStephen Costasio
Police ChiefFaye sat on the cold steel floor for a long time, the death of Spike still continuing to gnaw away at her, when the shrill sound of a ringing phone snapped her back to reality like a whip.
She stared at it for a long moment before her slender fingers reached for it.
"Hello." Faye said solemnly.
There was a long silence before a deep voice broke in.
"Hello," the voice seemed to be tired. "This is Michael from the Interplanetary Health Committee. Our morgue has reported a corpse by the name Spike Spiegel. We need you to come down to identify the body." Another long pause. Faye choked back her tears. Silence once again filled her ear.
"This is the Bebop?" Michael asked. Faye nodded and then, remembering that the man could not see her replied with a hoarse voice.
"Yes." Faye croaked. "Yes, this is the Bebop."
"Good," Michael continued. "You can come down at around noon if that's all right with you?"
"Yes."
"Good. Do you have the address?"
"I'll find it."
"Ok then. Good bye."
"Bye." Faye hung up the phone. She lifted her head and found her staring at herself. Her long purple hair was now tangled. Her dark eyes known red from thee many tears that had streamed from them. Basically, she looked like shit. Oh well, she thought, trying to cheer herself up, at least I can't look any worse. Faye forced a laugh but it came out as nothing more than a cough. She took one last look at herself and then turned away.
"Jet!" She called out to the ship. "Jet! I'm going out for a while! I'll be back by two!" Faye waited for a reply but none came. Without another word, she walked out of the room to her waiting cruiser.
