It was a very cold night. Temperatures were in the teens. In a small apartment building sat a woman with long purple hair. She sat on an old couch that was sagging and dumpy. Next to her was a girl that looked about fours years. The girl also had purple hair and was watching TV next to the older woman. The little girl wore green fleece pajama pants and with a matching shirt.. The woman wore plad pajama pants and a black tank top. Both also wore blue bathrobes. The little girl had Purple hair and her eyes were crimson red. You could probally say that they were mother and daughter. The purple haired woman put her head in her hands and the little girl noticed because she came over to her.
"Mommy, why are you crying again?" questioned the little girl.
"I'm not crying, mommy was just thinking," Faye said.
"What are you thinking of?" questioned the little girl.
Faye smiled a fake smile. "Little Edea you ask too many questions. Now its eight o clock, you know what that means." Edea just gave an adorable smile. "That means its time to go to bed."
"Ok," said little Edea as she ran out of the living room and then back. "I want to show you something first."
"What do you want to-" Faye stopped when she saw what her daughter had in her hand. "Where did you find this?" Faye expressed signs of anger and surprise. Edea saw that her mom looked mad.
"Sorry mommy," little Edea apologized.
"Where did you find this?" her mother repeated.
"Wanna see," Edea went over and grabbed her moms hand. Faye just snached the object.
"Just go to bed," Faye commanded gently.
"Sorry mommy," Edea pouted. She was about to cry.
"Come here." Faye gave her daughter a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Now go to bed.
"Goodnight mommy," Edea walked to her bedroom. In the apartment there was only one small bedroom, a kitchen and a livingroom. It was sort of like a studio.
When Edea was gone, Faye again looked at the object her daghter had found. It was her old communicator that she used when she was living on board the bebop.
"This part of my life is over," thought Faye. She kept the communicator in a bag with a few other things like some extra money, a change of clothes for her and her daughter and a few other things. Faye had that because she was still wanted and once in a while bounty hunters would try to turn her in. With her new life, she also used a ficticious name to get around. The name was Mariah Jet. Some knew Mariah was Faye Valentine because of similarities in bouty posters, while others knew her by some of the bounties she caught and crimes she committed to get some money for her and her child to live. Life on the run was difficut and a lot of the time she would have to leave wherever she was living and start anew somewhere else. Her ship was still hers though.
The communicator was at the bottom of her bag because Faye never wanted to use it, but also couldn't part with it. The last time she was on Bebop, Edward had left, Spike went off to get himself killed and Jet... she knew he wasn't going anywhere, but the sight of the Bebop with no one around and the depression in the air was just too much for her so she just left.
Faye was about to throw the communicator against the wall, but the sound would just wake up Edea, so Faye just got up to put it back in its original spot. Before she got up, curiosity got the best of her and she turned it on. Surprisingly, it still worked. She faced it away from her so whoever popped up on it wouldn't see her face.
"Hey," said Jet. Faye was speechless. She thought no one was going to answer. "Hello?" questioned Jet. Faye decided to say something.
"Hey..." Faye said reluctantly. Jet was drinking coffee and spit it right out.
"Faye, is that you?" Just then Edea came back into the livingroom.
"Mommy who are you talking to?" she questioned. She came up to Faye and the communicator. "Hey mommy, thats the guy from the picture."
"Hi, I'm Uncle Jet," Jet smiled to Edea.
"Hi Uncle Jet," said Edea, before running off back to bed.
"Faye?" questioned Jet again.
"Its me," said Faye. Just then a loud bang sounded from outside Fayes apartment. There were five gunshots.
"Whats going on there Faye!" yelled Jet.
"I have to go!" Faye yelled back as she ran to the bedroom.
"Tell me where you are!" Jet continued to yell.
"No Jet, I don't nee-"
"Your going to get your a killed! Now tell me--" Two men came in the house and kept firing. Faye scooped up her daughter and her blanket, got her bag and continued to run.
"I'm on Mars, near this bar-- Faye ran outside to where she hid her ship in a junkyard next door to the apartments. --called Blue Storm Ni--" Faye cut off short as a shot was heard in the distance and something was felt in Faye's left arm. She had been shot in the arm. Faye fell to the ground with Edea in her hands. Her arm was bleeding very badly as she felt it become numb. She knew she couldn't go on, so she protected Edea by covering her, with her body and passed out in the now snowing very cold night...
"Ow..." groaned Faye as she slowly opened her eyes. At first it was hard to focus and very blurry. Then after a moment, Faye was finally able to focus. She looked around and found herself in a bedroom. There was the bed she was lying in with a blue, black and white comforter above about five more blankets. There was a chestnut dresser and beige walls. Faye suddenly sat up, but big mistake, as she felt a surge of pain through her left arm. She let out a little yell and fell back down. Jet must have heard because he walked into the room. At first he did not say anything, just looked at her. Faye turned her head so that she was facing the opposite wall. Just then she remembered Edea. Faye tried to quickly sit up again, but fell back down with another yell.
"You might not want to do that again, that bullet pierced your arm pretty badly. As for Edea, shes off somewhere around here playing with Edward," Jet replied.
"Eds back here?" Faye questioned.
"She came back two weeks after you left, crying and with Ein, said something like her father did not care about her and I took her and Ein back."
"What about him?" questioned Faye.
"Who?" questioned Jet.
"Him," said Faye again.
"Can't you just say his name."
"No."
"He is here too, but not here right now." Faye turned to look at the wall again. Jet decided to change the subject.
"So whos the kid?" he questioned.
"My kid," she said. Edea came into the room. She ran up to her mother, gave her a hug and started crying. Faye winced because she was still in pain, but tried to hug her daughter back.
"Mommy, I was so worried bout you, you fall and then don..." Edea started crying harder.
"Its ok, mommys alright," Faye reassured.
"Jet what happened?" questioned Faye. He began to tell the story:
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"Well, I was on my communicator with Spike as he was about to go catch a bounty and I was just about to shut my communicator off when you appeared on. I couldn't believe it was you. Anyway, when you told me the name of the bar I recognized where you were right away because I used to go there and when you all of a sudden stopped in your sentence, I knew something was wrong so I came to get you. When I found the place, there were three guys around, so I had to take them out and that was when I found you. There was blood and Edea was crying. You and her were very cold, and that was when I noticed a puddle of blood and saw the wound. So I got you and Edea into my ship and took you to the Bebop. When I got to the ship, Edea was asleep and you were starting shaking, I quickly had to get that bullet out, so I did it. I had prior experience a while ago, so I sort of knew what I was doing. I had a little bit of help from Ed though."
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"You were very cold though, so I gave you all of my blankets and this is my bed," finished Jet. Faye turned to look at Jet. He had a calm expression on his face. Faye sat up very slowly, even though there was pain she forced herself up. By now Edea left the room.
"I got to get out of here," said Faye.
"Spikes not here," said Jet.
"So, I can't stay here."
"You can stay here as long as you like," offered Jet.
"I can't," said Faye as she this time tried to stand up slowly.
"Your in no condition," said Jet.
"I'm fine," said Faye as she took a step foward. Jet slapped her wound with his hand. An aganizing pain shot through Faye as she fell foward. Jet caught her as laid her back on the bed. She closed her eyes. "Why me?" questioned Faye as she sobbed. Jet covered her with all of the blankets.
"Get some rest," commanded Jet as he shut the light off and closed the door behind him. Faye must have been tired because she asleep right away.
"Jet, how is Faye-Faye?" questioned Edward. Edward is about 17 years old now. Her hair grew out a little and was about 5'2 now. Wearing a pair of baggy black sweatpants and white tank top, the computer hacker slid onto the couch with her arm hanging off.
"Shes ok, just needs her rest right now," assured Jet.
"Kids out like a light on the couch," said Ed.
"Take her to your room and cover her up."
"Alright," Edward picked up Edea from the armchair and carried her to her room. Jet sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Big shot was on.
"Hey all you 300,000 Bounty Hunters out there, how ya'll doing," rang the TV. "Its time for big shot. Today on the show we again bring you Mariah Jet." They showed a picture that looked like Faye Valentine.
"That couldn't be," said Jet to himself.
"Who ya talkin to?" questioned Edward as she entered the room. "Hey that looks like Faye-Faye."
"That is her," said Jet.
"Shes using your name in hers," said Ed.
"She was last spotted on Mars and new bounty is yet to be determined." said Punch on TV.
"Think you could find some information on Mariah Jet?" Jet questioned. Since Edwards father left her, Jet has become sort of like a father figure to her.
"You know I could," said Edward as she went to her computer on the floor and started typing.
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Well thats it for now, I'm going to bed. Tell me what you think. Please don't just come and go...