NOTE!! This might take a anti Julia turn... so just in case it does...which it very well might not...if you are Julia obsessed do yourself a favor and stop reading now, you might thank me later....and if you don't really care what happens to her....SxFers in the house... keep reading and reviewing!!!!!!! -L.O.H.
Passion loves Torment
I turned and gave a death cold look at the sniper. I don't know why I was built up with so much rage, it's Faye after all. Still, she didn't deserve that, I know that I will do anything in my power to stop this guy. I took out my gun and shot at him, hitting him in the leg as he fell from the window onto the pavement. He stood up shakily and he leant up against the wall. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was laughing. He is! He is laughing, well I'll show him something to laugh about.
"You, I'd stop laughing if I were you and start talking!" I ran across the street and grabbed him by his collar.
"What Spiegel? Is this too ironic for you?" He sneered. His Dark eyes were as black as his ebony matted hair. His face was scarred and needed a shave.
"It was Vicious who hired you wasn't it?!" I shook him and his head hit the wall.
"You are so clueless Spiegel, it wasn't Vicious, Vicious wouldn't hire someone to kill you he would do it himself. If he really wanted to kill you at all." He laughed at me…how dare he laugh!
"Who was it then?" I yelled impatiently
"Your precious little angel, Julia." He smirked. I punched him in the face
"Don't even joke about that! You liar how dare you even speak her name! You aren't even worthy of sharing this world with her!" I exploded as I punched him in the stomach. I love Julia, she would never do something like that, it was Vicious, he was covering for Vicious.
"Fine…if you don't believe me go ask her yourself." He grunted blood trickled from his mouth and from the wounds
"Where is she? Do you know where she is?" I spilled out of order, a little too hopefully
"She'll be at the 'Blessed devil' on fourth street in one week." He muttered "Around midnight." I knew that place, It was a dingy old bar where all sorts of low-lives settled. It was highly unlikely of her to be there, but it was the only lead I had right now.
"Thanks." I pulled out my gun and shot him in the head. "That was for Faye." I shot him again "And that was for Julia." Completely forgetting about him being a bounty head, almost forgetting about how I was to get Faye out of here. I would have thought more into her, so I went to her side, looking at her, a fallen beauty no doubt. She saved my life, I am going to get Vicious for hiring this guy to kill me, and especially for shooting Faye, then a million questions rang like church bells through my mind. Why did he tell me where Julia was? How did he know where she was? Why would Vicious hire someone to kill me? Or was he…was he actually telling the truth? Question after question poured into my head as I thought the world was going to spin off of its axis. Then I heard a familiar low rumble, the Hammerhead. I immediately tried to get rid of all my previous thoughts as I flagged him down. He must have saw that I was out of sorts when he landed.
"Spike what happened?" He asked uneasily as if he really didn't want to know the truth
I pointed to Faye lying in the alleyway for all I knew she was dead before she hit the concrete, but something inside of me told me otherwise. I don't know why or how, but I thought in the back of my mind that she will be ok. I guess Jet didn't think so because his jaw dropped and inch.
"Spike c'mon and help me!" He went over to the lifeless form at his feet and he checked for a pulse. He grimaced as he noticed the bullet probably hit some vital organs.
"Spike, how could you let this happen? You lunkhead she is barely alive." Jet yelled frustratingly. That question pounded in my head like a hammer pounds in a nail. How could I have let this happen? I reviewed what recently happened in my mind, she took the bullet for me, that was my only excuse the only excuse that I had for letting my comrade down, I would feel even lower if I didn't have so many things on my mind.
"She took the damn bullet for me Jet, now leave me alone I don't need this!" I exploded, Jet's eyes got wide when I told him, I guess he couldn't believe it either, a Shrew taking a bullet for me. I walked away, towards my ship, I needed to get away. I didn't want to be with Jet or Ed or especially Faye right now. I didn't want anything to do with them, I was finally going to get Vicious for trying to kill me, and most importantly I was going to go to my Julia.
"Spike come back here! Where are you going?" I chuckled, just like Jet to ask things I never wanted to reply to.
"Away Jet, I have better things to do." I scoffed as I looked down on him as if he were nothing but an ignorant child.
"More important than helping your own comrade! She saved your life Spike, you ungrateful bastard." I could tell that he was pissed off when his gray eyes flashed dark, but this…this was something I had to do. I want to be there for Faye, but right now my emotions are somewhere else entirely, right now I am somewhere else entirely. I know that if I want to end this, it is through Vicious.
"Think what you want Jet, that wont help you any. This has nothing to do with either of you and it should remain that way." I smirked as I got in the cock pit of me swordfish II
"This is about that Julia girl isn't it, you love her." He looked at me with pity masked in his enraged eyes.
"Jet." I said one word, he had no right asking me that question. It was none of his concern
"I pity you Spike, I pity the restless soul inside of you that refuses to see the present and future. You are never happy." He turned as he lifted Faye gently onto his shoulder and put her in the cockpit of his hammerhead.
"This has nothing to do with Bebop Jet, this is above bebop. Bebop is just a ship, Bebop is a home to no one. Bebop is not my home, it will never be my home, and I will most certainly never think of you or Faye or Ed as family, Julia is the only person I need." I gritted my teeth angrily as I thrusted upward towards the dismal horizon. I half consciously looked into the rear-view mirror to see Jet make sure Faye was ok before he took off. Something about that drilled a hole in my heart, something about seeing that scene made me want to turn around the ship and fly back with them. I thought was I too harsh? I don't know, all I knew is that even though I could not see Jet's eyes, they were filled with grief, sorrow, regret and rage.
What's happening to me, this wasn't supposed to happen. Was I really supposed to become this attached to Bebop? How can I though, How can I feel like a hole is through my heart when I see Faye half dead, yet feel similar emotions when I was with Julia. It doesn't make any sense, I am supposed to love Julia, and I do… wait…If I feel the same way about them both does that mean…NO! I don't love Faye I don't. I love Julia, I am just pitying her, and pity is not love. I will never allow myself to love another woman besides Julia, she is my love, my soul mate and I will make sure that we will find each other. Besides, Faye…Faye could never love me.
I needed to get these thoughts out of my head. I stopped in a bar and ordered whiskey. I did it almost subconsciously, not even knowing that I was moving, not even knowing that I was alive. This is what it feels like to live a dream, this is what it feels like to feel so much that you don't feel any thing any more. I feel numb. Perhaps that is just the whiskey.
"Hey there buddy, another shot?" the bartender asked me eyeing me for any sign of what might be my trouble
"Sure, it can't hurt." This was in fact by now my fifth, I counted the shot glasses I that were in front of me.
"Woolong for your thoughts?" The bartender, a elder man with gray hair and fading brown eyes, leaned in front of me cleaning my glasses.
"Troubles, I have no troubles." I almost believed that myself, damn so close too. The bartender pushed a final time
"c'mon you can tell old Larry." He smiled an old man Smile.
"I can't even tell myself so I don't think I could tell you." I got up, tired of being harassed by people I don't even know. I needed sleep, sleep will sort out all my thoughts. I drunkenly sway down the street, at least I think it is a street. I find my ship, too drunk to fly I find I hotel and buy a room for the night. The hotel is a dank, dreary filthy excuse for a building. Infested with bugs in the sinks and toilet, I just plopped down on the rotting mattress and fell into a restless sleep.
'Faye run!' I pull Faye's arm behind my own as I sprint down the rainy alley. Bullets wiz past us like hurtling missiles. One grazes my arm, but I feel nothing.
'eeee' I turn to see that Faye's cheek was grazed by a bullet. I feel that pain. Her violet hair and emerald eyes stand out against the spinning gray background.
'c'mon Faye just a little longer.' I run into a alleyway to only see a dead end brick wall.
'Spike what do we do?' We spin around to see the pursuer at the opening of the alleyway. I try to reach for my gun but I can't move my arms and legs are stiff. The sniper shoots a bullet at me. I see in my peripheral vision a blur of yellow and violet. I see Faye's emerald eyes welled up with fear. I stare at her as she pushes me aside and the bullet strikes her in the chest. She flies backwards and my chest seems to explode. The pain I feel is not from the bullet, its from her heart and mine.
'Faye…' I turn to see the sniper, struggling to reach my Jericho. The sniper is masked, as he stands there laughing.
'reveal yourself bastard!' I shout angrily at the sniper, I look back to see Faye, but she is gone, she is no longer there. (A.N. like the movie Identity if you haven't seen that movie, watch it its good! *^^*)
'Spike…what's wrong?' I turn as the sniper takes off the mask, it's Julia.
'Julia is that you? Julia!!' I try to run to her but every time I try to take a step my heart pounds.
'Spike, I can't.' she smiles her melancholy smile as she lifts the gun high.
'Julia I love you, come with me we can leave together will you come with me now?' I plead, I feel my heart split into two halves.
'Spike, life is a dream…this isn't real.' Julia cocks the hammer
'Julia, I don't care if you shot Faye.' My heart rips in two halves I knew that I cared.'Come with me we can live together forever I love you.' I look at her standing in the rain so beautiful, like a golden angel. She looks right through me with her azure arrow eyes.
'Spike...' She fires the gun and I look at the bullet coming towards me like an oncoming train. I lift my arm, I can move, but I don't. I just look at Julia in her eyes. Her eyes are still piercing right through me like an arrow. I don't understand why. The last thing I saw was the bullet entered my chest and I saw one vision. The vision of someone crying, that person was Faye.
Demonically masked angels... or angelically masked demons...
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faraday- thanx I really do hope it stays interesting
bloody love- hmm I wonder if she will live or not...*^^*
pimpin satan- you read my other fics *eyes grow wide and starry* wow a fan!!! this is truly amazing, I have a fan...well if you are interested any one..check out my other one blood red rose with blood red thorns, I like that one a lot *feels like I am advertising...darn I promised my self I wouldn't do that...*hits self in head*. Anyway, This is a faye and spike fic but it isn't a drama genre for nothing 0.o
foxyangel-thanx! I like your fics, but I like your compliment more...no just kiddin I am notorious for evil comebacks ;; I think I just lost a reader...
Specter queen- wow readers in suspense....dun dun dun
read and review you lazy readers!!... *sobs* cmon this story has got to bring in more than just five happy readers...right? ^^;;AN this has nothing to do with the actual historical war of roses, just incase we have historians in the house there will be no york vs lancaster battle to the deaths...thank you)
~your ff buddy L.O.H.