Sorry this took so long, but its finally here…
Disclaimer: I don't know CB… not a thing
-Thinking-
-Cowboy Bebop
Until Angels Cry Red
Chapter Two
Midnight Chat
…They will cry for you…
Her eyes swung open rapidly, but sealed just as fast from the beams of light over head. Her forehead poured with sweat and pain circulated her entire body. She struggled to move, but with no success. She opened her lids once more and stared at the ceiling fan to adjust to the light. The sound of a bowl meeting wood surprised her. She tilted her head a bit to see a metal hand retracting from the bowl of who-knows-what that it had place on the table.
"Welcome back." Announced the metal armed man.
"How the hell did I get here?" She asked in a harsh, raspy gasp.
"We found you." Said an all too familiar voice. The lanky man was seated on a chair across from Faye, forearms to his knees and hands dangling in-between. Faye put her arm over her eyes to block some of the light that was making her head pound.
"You've been out for over 3 days." Said the bald headed man.
"Why didn't you just let me die?" She asked sarcastically. Jet ignored her and walked to the kitchen. She once again struggled to achieve her goal to sit up. Spike brought his attention to the women ahead of him. She was trying her best to ignore the discomfort at her side and shoulder as she triumphed at her goal.
Faye glared at Spike as he drew out a cigarette from a small box. He placed the carton in his coat pocket and lit the cigarette. He caught eye of Faye almost drooling over the precious cancer stick. He smirked as he inhaled the sweet toxins, watching her get annoyed.
"Bastard." She bickered as she watched him exhale. Jet returned to the common room with a glass of water. He handed it to Faye with a couple of pills to calm her throbbing head. He watched Faye swallow each pill and continued peering at her with a serious expression. Faye looked over to Jet as she sucked up the last water. She raised the glass and grinned ignoring his feature which made Faye feel as if he was a father about to give a lecture.
"Can I ask you something?" asked the muscular man as he sat on the table not retrieving the cup from Faye's hand. She rolled her eyes and bent over cringing slightly as she placed the glass on the table. She looked into his eyes and knew instantly what he was about to ask.
"Argg…I was just going after some bounty. And I guess I wasn't as prepared as I thought I was." She grinned once more trying to hide the fact that she had just lied to them.
"Like hell you weren't, a gun and a few grenades. Did you really think you could catch a bou…"
"Alright, alright, I get it. Stop nagging me… All that really matters is that I'm alive, right?" She interrupted.
"You would have been dead if I didn't find you." Spike intervened in the twos arguments. Faye shot daggers at the bounty hunter.
"I would have been just fine without your help! No one asked you to come get me!" Faye scowled. She raised herself from the yellow couch and made her way to the bathroom, using anything and everything as support for her body. Her body ached badly from her wretched bullet wounds and her head was still pounding.
"Stupid woman." Spike mumbled, both men not taking their eyes off the stumbling figure until she disappeared.
She entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Calming down a bit, she sat on the side of the tub and listened to the water flow. She slid her pale fingers onto the steaming water and watched it as it was engulfed. She stripped down to nothing and dipped her body into the tub let her mind slip…
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Faye found herself outside of an enormous cathedral, it was beautiful. Her every foot step echoed as she approached the large mahogany doors. She wore a red halter and black leather pants beneath her trench coat. Her hair was put up in a tight pony tail with a few loose strands falling to her face. She trembled as she entered the cathedral, something wasn't right. She withdrew her gun and paused at the entrance then glared at the large crucifix which hung just above the alter.
She drew herself closer, stopping just midway to it. She stared up to it for what seemed like an eternity before she noticed a single scarlet tear trickling from the eyes of Jesus. Her gun echoed around her as it was released from her hand in pure shock. She didn't take her eyes way from the cross until she had noticed the statue of Mary; her eyes wept tears of red. Every figure through out the cathedral shed crimson tears.
A gun fired from behind her, she felt as the bullets pierced through her flesh. Her body plummeted to the floor; her blood surrounded her slender body.
…Love, until angels cry red… they will cry for you…
Faye awoke from her nightmare. Sweat dripped from every possible spot on her body. Her eyes were wide with shock. She ripped the sheets from her body and stood to her feet. She walked to the hall and then proceeded into the bathroom shutting the door quietly behind her. Faye starred hard at her pale reflection in the mirror. She had dark circle under her eyes from the lack of sleep… she had been having the same damn dream repeatedly for the past week. It was starting to actually scare her; she had never really been the religious type. -Maybe it's a sign for me to become a nun.- She chuckled as she pictured herself in a nuns dress.
She turned on the sink and washed her face with one hand while grabbing a wash cloth from the side of the sink to dry her face with the other. After doing so, she discarded the wet cloth on the floor and then turned to leave. She opened the door slightly to see if anyone was around before she fully opened it and she then walked in the common room, but to her surprise some was already there. It was hard to see in the darkness, but she managed to see his puffy hair… Spike. She rolled her eyes and continued in, sitting next to him.
"What are you doing up?" She asked as she stole a cigarette from his pack. Spike starred at her annoyingly before answering.
"I should be asking you that."
Faye inhaled before she replied. "Couldn't sleep."
"Same" Spike extended his arm to the coffee table and grabbed his pack as he removed a cigarette of his own. They sat for a while in silence, just smoking the tobacco wrapped in paper. Spike rested his head back and closed his eyes, making Faye wonder what he was thinking at that moment. Faye smiled at him slightly, she really did care for him, she loved him, and she wanted to protect him… that's why she had decided not to tell him anything about Vicious yet. He would just rush in head first and get himself killed, she would tell him when the time was right, who know when that's going to be.
"What are you so happy about?" Faye hadn't notice Spike looking at her and she blushed a bit and looked down to her feet letting her hair cover the embarrassment that was surly written all over her face.
"Nothing." She smashed her cigarette out in the ashtray that sat on the table. She then starred at Spike again, he had his head back once again, but he was staring at the ceiling fan. Faye broke the sudden silence.
"Do you really think Vicious is dead?" Spike's eyes widened as he choked on his cigarette. He shot Faye a look that could have killed, if that was possible. Faye watched his expression and it actually frightened her. "Sorry… forget I ever asked that." Spike eyes partially softened as he looked down to the coffee table. He watched an ember slowly fade to ash.
"He was hanging on by a thread… hardly breathing," Faye gazed at Spike; she could tell that he didn't want to relive that moment. He leaned over and put out his cigarette in the ashtray. "I left before I could see him die. So to answer your question, I'm not really sure… but I don't think that he could have survived." Faye felt her heart skip a beat, she was terrified. -So maybe he is alive.- Spike looked at Faye suspiciously.
"Is there something your not telling me?" Spike glared at her making Faye highly uncomfortable. She became nervous. –Hell Faye, think of something!-
"N-No… what makes you think that?" Faye couldn't have been more obvious, she mentally kicked herself -Smooth, really smooth.- She again reached for the pack of cancer sticks, lighting one to relieve the stress; it wasn't helping. Spike cocked an eyebrow as he watched her inhale and exhale. Halfway through the stick she looked over to Spike, he still had his eyebrow cocked and was frowning coldly. "What?" She asked getting annoyed with his never ending glare.
"You never answered my question."
"Damn Spike, why are you always so persistent?… Maybe there is no answer to your question." Faye stuck her nose up in the air as he continued to puff on the small stick. Spike rolled his eyes and then continued.
"I wouldn't be if you gave me a straight answer… Who are you kidding? You didn't get shot by a bounty, both you and I know that… hell even Jet knows that." Spike put on a serious face as he watched Faye grow restless.
"I have no idea what you're talking about Spike."
"Whatever… I give up." Spike lifted himself from the couch, he turned to face Faye who was looking at her feet so she wouldn't face him. "Night Faye."
"Night." She watched Spike fade into his bedroom. She rested her head on the arm and sprawled her legs out over the sofa. –I don't think I'm going to be able to keep this in much longer.-
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"Sir, we've found the ship." Vicious starred at the young man before him and grinned madly.
"Good... send some men there. I want Spike alive, kill the rest, and make sure the girl dies first."
"Yes, Sir." Vicious watched as the young man left and looked over to the crow on his shoulder. His eyes showed no emotions and his grin was cold.
"Looks like we're going to have a guest."
Well I know there's not a lot of Spike and Faye… but its coming soon… maybe even in the next chapter.
Should I go on? Maybe something I should add? …Please Review!!