*Author's Notes- Up until now, the first person views were always Rosary's. Now I am making all scenes with Rosary 3rd person, and all first person accounts belong to Viscous.

I am a fallen angel. When angels are refused re-entry into the gates of heaven, they become demons. I once shone so brightly that I was given ordinance over the Earth. I was the human Lucifer. Now, just as he, I am cast aside. But I am not without power. Fear is my weapon. I strike the hearts of hundreds, and soon, secretly I will hold power over that who I hate. The man who made me into this demon. It is his fault I was cast aside. So he will die quickly.

*

"Viscous," I hear from behind. It is the sound of Shin. "We are now within 100 kilometers of Neo New York. Would you like me to contact Rosary?"

I lower my head and allow my lids to cover my blank eyes. "No." I whisper, my voice sliding off my tongue like oil, "We told her tomorrow, so we will not contact her until then. It is better security."

He nods. "Yes, sir," he says in a brisk turn. I admire this man, Shin. Though a yes man, he is an honest yes man concerned with I. That makes him as best a yes man could be. He is the only man I trust to know anything and everything.

**

"Let me go!" The woman with the coal black hair pulled at the cuffs until they bit into her wrists. "I'm worth nothing without Dalzell! It would be futile to take me in!"

Spike grimaced. "Man," he muttered, "I hate chicks with attitude." He pushed himself from the couch and looked upon her with amusement on his face. She was wearing a lovely crimson dress and heels; a real 'paint-the- town-red' kind of look. But here she was, stuck to a bean bag chair and handcuffed to a coffee table. "Listen, lady," he groaned, "Shut up and I'll get you some coffee. You seem to have the equipment for it," he added, cocking his head toward the coffee table.

She smirked. "You have a shockingly stupid sense of humor. But I'll take it black."

The Bebop sat bulkily in an inexpensive port. Spike walked down the hall, wondering how much more time would pass by before they could leave the mind numbing scenery of Neo New York. Never had Spike thought Earth could be so desolate.

He herded himself into the kitchen and pulled two small Styrofoam cups from the dingy white counter top. He poured a couple cups of coffee, glad she demanded black since all sugar and cream seemed naught but a dream in these trying times. Oh, well, he thought, Once we turn her in, we'll have all the sugar we need. Once she leads us to this Dalzell fellow, we'll have over 20 mil in the bag.

**

"Hellooooo!"

Rosary turned to stare into the tanned face of what appeared to be a young boy. She frowned. "Just what do you want?" she asked with a glazed tone and slanted eyes.

The boy giggled in a strangely high-pitched manner. "Your name is Rosary, right? The "bounty head"? That's what Faye calls you."

Rosary snorted. She opened her mouth to say something very cruel, something that would most likely crush the soul of such a young child, when her common sense kicked into her head. "Hey, kid," she said pleasantly, "What's your name?"

"I am Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky the Fourth! Or you can just call me," he spun on his toe, "Radical Edward!" He bowed deeply. "Thank you, thank you!"

Rosary smiled. I have one day, she thought, One day to find my way out of here. But I can't just leave the man I saw there. The man with two eyes. If only my visions would be clearer! Then I would know what to do.

Edward smiled. "You look uncomfterable. Would you like Ed to take those handcuffs off of you?"

Rosary snapped to attention. "Huh?"

Ed just smiled. "I said," he overemphasized this, indicating his annoyance with having to repeat himself, "Would you like Edward to take off those handcuffs? They look awfully uncomfterable."

Rosary felt herself grinning. Idiocy was smoother than clay. "Yes, what a good little boy you are!"

Edward laughed as she crouched down, knees touching ears, and began to fiddle with the lock and a hairpin. "Edward is a girl, silly," she laughed wildly at Rosary's shock, and added, "Don't worry. Ed gets boy a lot."

***

Spike heard a crazy laugh from the living room. He frowned. "Edward must be driving that woman crazy. Even if she's a bounty, I feel bad for her." He finished the last drop in his coffee. He stared disdainfully at the full cup next to it, then wrapped his slender hand around it. A jazzy hand. That's what the woman had called it when he brought her to the Bebop.

He frowned. How? How had that woman known he had two eyes of two colors? It made no sense! It was impossible to believe, yet…No matter. He couldn't fill his head with ideas. He had a cool 20 mil to make, everyone's problems vanishing before their eyes. It wasn't his problem if this girl was a freak. She would have to handle it herself. Anyways, it's not like he even cared. She had probably just guessed what he was going to say. It had been obvious even to him. But still…

He felt a pressure on the back of his neck, then heard the sound of a gun cocking. He slowly turned his face around and smiled despite himself to see Rosary standing there. "Well, how'd you get free?"

Rosary frowned. "It doesn't matter. Now," She threw the gun to the floor, "We need to settle something. First, look me in the eye."

Spike was shocked by this, and found himself obeying rather than retrieving the pistol. He saw two yellow eyes, one a deep gold and the other a lemon color. He raised his brows. "Your eyes. They're different colors."

She smiled, strangely moved by the fact he actually saw it. Not even Dalzell had noticed. Only the police and Vicious. "Yes. You see," she touched her lemon eye, "My glass eye sees things that I've never known. I see people, shapes, places. I see visions of the future."

He said nothing for a moment, then, "How?"

She turned her head away. "A mistake. Then, a battle. I escaped, but they got my eye. Cybernetic Incorporations replaced my eye. After that I began to see these things."

Spike tried not to reveal his surprise, but his eyes gave him away. "Cybernetic Incorporations…. That's where my eye came from as well."