A/N: Heeey! Even though I didn't get as many reviews as I had hoped, I still hafta thank lalalaaa, Water/Air, & puppetmonkey5562! You guys RAWK!!!! =-P Now, without further adieu, here's ch 2! Haa, that rhymed! PLEASE R&R!!! -
"What's the word?"
Jet Black stood solemnly before his new comrade, Electra Ovilo like a statue, then finally shook his head, returning sorrowfully, "She's dead.....there's nothing more that we can do for her."
Electra bit her lip and directed her glistening gaze towards the heavens, questioning softly amidst her pain, "Why do you think she did it, Jet? Was she really in love with Spike, after all?"
He nodded numbly. "I wouldn't doubt it. After Faye got her memory back, she changed dramatically....almost completely, now that I think about it. When we got word of Spike's death, I knew that she would do something rash....I just knew it."
"I think I can understand her actions, crazy or not," Electra revealed softly, much to her comrade's absolute astonishment. "I almost killed myself over Vincent, but somehow managed to pull myself together before I could've done the unthinkable. Almost immediately remembering the Bebop, I called and-"
"Asked if you could stay here," Jet supplied, nodding. "I'm so very glad that you did, Electra. If you hadn't, I....I'd be alone, right now."
Electra wordlessly pulled the hulky man in for a tight hug, her olive green eyes narrowing slightly the moment that the comm. link begin to ring upon the table in front of the seedy yellow couch with an ominous tinkling.
Excusing himself from their embrace with slight embarrassment, Jet lifted the comm. up to his ear, then pressed the 'talk' button, questioning apprehensively, "Hello?"
"Spike? Is that you?"
Jet frowned deeply. "Is this some kind of sick joke?! Spike is dead!"
"I'll be waiting for him at the cathedral....he'll know what that means," the dark voice continued, much to the ex-cop's immense displeasure. "Tell him to come alone. We still have a score to settle."
"W-wait, I-"
Click.
The line was dead.
"Who was that?," Electra demanded, feeling that it was her civic duty to interrogate her partner.
Jet didn't answer her, his large shoulders sagging forward as if they sported the weight of the entire galaxy as she watched him finally just full-out collapse onto the couch and release a heavy sigh from his large lips.
"Where was that call coming from?," Electra tried again, now hovering over him with her hands plastered firmly on her hips. "Why are you acting so strangely, Jet?!"
"CAN IT!!!," he growled, slamming his fist down onto the table so hard that the comm. link slipped off of the slick surface and onto the aluminum floor with a subtle clatter.
Electra opened her mouth to reply, only to immediately think better of it, Jet's face clearly reflecting its tremendous remorse as he apologized wearily, "Electra....I am so sorry. I didn't mean to just blow up like-hey, c'mon! Don't just walk away from me! I'm apologizing! What more do you want, woman?!"
"A way out," she returned softly, not even giving her partner a second glance before she settled her gaze down upon the comm. link that she had snatched from off of the floor and trodded along into the hanger in order to prepare for take-off.
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The cathedral was eerily beautiful within the soft amber glow of the morning sun, the violet stain glass windows reflecting the light like tiny prisms that shimmered and boasted of their tremendous grandeur.
The large window in the front, however, appeared to be broken thanks to some unfortunate mishap.
Electra hated to see anything of such profound beauty destroyed, yet none of this really seemed to affect her. After all, this was the man whom she had tracked down that was looking for Spike. Whatever the reason, she was well beyond determined to find out.
Clip-clopping along the cobblestone pavement, Electra steadied her gun within her hand and gently released the safety, her heart thrumming wildly within her ears to the beat of her firm gait as she reached the two large double doors, reared back, then struck them with the heel of her steel-toed boot.
Immediately leveling her firearm out before her, she gasped, her wary gaze now resting upon a hunched-over figure garbed completely in black that balanced himself with a large, coruscating katana, his silvery hair flowing freely over his shoulders like a forboding nimbus.
For once in her life, Electra felt truly afraid. Mustering up all of the courage that she contained within her shell of a body, she announced at the top of her lungs, "This is Electra Ovilo....hands above your head and come out so that I can see you! No funny business, either!"
The man greeted this order with a cold chuckle, his grating voice greeting her ears most unpleasantly as he questioned dryly, "What, so now Spike can't even fight his own battles? He sent a woman in his place?"
Electra frowned deeply at his sexist comment. "No...I came here on my own accord. Surely you know that Spike is dead."
The dark figure didn't respond, his caliginous pools for eyes holding back something within their profound depths that appeared to border along the lines of pain and relief.
"He was a beast without fangs....he had to die," finally came his gruff reply.
"I don't follow," Electra admitted softly, her gaze never wavering from his own as she began to advance on him at a steady pace. "What's your name? Who are you working for?"
The silvery-haired man smirked. "Vicious."
"Excuse me?"
"That's my name," he returned crisply, his grip only tightening upon the gold hilt of his katana due to the threat that he was now receiving from this woman.
He would kill her. One way or the other, she had to die.
Before Electra could even blink, Vicious had already swung his katana around in a 180, a tormented cry escaping her lips like a wounded animal as the deadly weapon sliced through her shoulder and laid embedded deeply within her flesh amidst an ever-growing blanket of scarlet.
Vicious lightly applied a tad of pressure to his weapon, only to smirk sadistically the moment that Electra let out a terrible howl and curled her toes in a futile attempt to lessen the pain, her hand trembling in a ceaseless flow of nerves as she tried her damndest to regain control in order to fire her revolver.
BANG!
Vicious swore brusquely under his breath as a copper bullet managed to make its mark within his right shoulder, the sudden injury causing him to withdraw his katana forth from Electra's being in a moment of absolute astonishment over being caught off-guard.
"Had enough, already?," Electra questioned dryly, her eyes narrowing at her target as she fumbled to level out her firearm due to her now useless shoulder.
Vicious only smirked at her full-blooded determination, his voice filled with a sick pleasure as he returned softly, "Never, Miss Ovilo. Even though you're a beast that still has her fangs, you have to die. I also have to die."
"But why?," Electra demanded, raising a delicate brow. "Surely you think of more than just death!"
Vicious released a humorless chuckle. "No.....I do not. I'm a fallen angel that travels the galaxy in search of my unforeseen fate. Now that Spike and Julia are dead, my time must come, as well. My sole purpose in life was to find and kill them both for their betrayal, and now that I have done so, I wish to leave this world as silently as I came in."
"You're crazy," Electra accused, taking a slight step forward. "If you let me, maybe I can help you."
Almost as soon as he had seemingly calmed down, Vicious was suddenly livid once more, Electra's world spinning about her at a maddening speed the moment that the hilt of his katana connected with her forehead, her body doubling over and collapsing to the marble floor like a deadweight as she felt herself gradually being painted out by a forboding sea of black.
A/N: Welp, that's it! So, was it any good??? Should I continue??? I only will if you feel that it's interesting enough and worth the effort! Please leave any comments that you have, cuz I am SO desperate for reviews! ::gets down on hands & knees:: See! Now look what you've made me do! Please review! Luv ya bunches!
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