Title: Bad
Word Count: 138
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop. I just float in its space.
Inspiration: Even psychos need love. Especially the hot ones.
His heart constricted painfully at the sight of her burning house. Had she been home? He stood a few feet away from it and stared like it meant nothing to him. Was she targeted because she meant something to him?
A man whose name he didn't care enough to remember was the source of the destruction. He had been on his way to see her and this is what he came home to. "Apparently a woman here with medical training has been healing -"
His head whipped back as a bullet hit directly between his eyes. He fell to the ground limply and Vicious only stared at him dumbfounded. His eyes traced the path where the bullet had come from. There was a wave from a figure faraway.
Her being not-so-good made him feel so much better.