*Again julia lovers don't read ahead, hehehe. Oh and language in this chapter is high.*
Broken Reflection
I feel a bullet pierce through my stomach, her aim was off, she was aiming directly at my heart. Then I realize why, I see her eyes glaze over as she falls forward onto the asphalt, stone dead. I feel enraged, confused and depressed, as I look to see who was it that shot her.
"Vicious!" I look at the opening of the alleyway to see Vicious holding a smoking gun, the bullet from that gun pierced the heart of my Julia. He stood in the drizzle rain like a formidable statue that almost made my eyes widen "Wha-what are you doing here?!" my words tumble out of my mouth shaky with hate.
"Hitman.I was going to ask you the same question, but I see that Julia wanted us both here."He threw his gun down on the pavement, and looked at me, with an almost humorous look in his reincarnated eyes.
"Usually guns aren't my style, but then again my attempted murders aren't usually women." He smirked his starlit silver hair stands out against the dark background and his cloak.
"Vicious I'll fuckin kill you for that!" I try to stand but I can't, my leg crippled under my weight
"Spike you can't be serious, she would have killed you, you know." He turns to walk away, no one walks away from me. I take out my Jericho with my left hand, since my right shoulder can't move. I fire a shot that misses it's target by a long shot. Maybe its because it's my left hand or maybe it's because I can't concentrate. Maybe it's because I don't have the will power anymore.
"Spike, please, save some damn dignity you are in no position to defend yourself, let alone fight me." He turned and gave me a look of emotion, I didn't know Vicious held any.
"Why did you kill her?" I spurted angrily my eyes burning like embers
"She tried to kill me. I can't allow that." He turned to me, his face seemed less wicked now, as if he let it all out of his system, he even sounded different.
"Why people try to kill you all the time. Julia didn't deserve it and you know it!"
"Spike, let me tell you something, maybe one day you will actually comprehend." His eyes became less icy as he spoke "Julia was above everything. She was above society, she was above other women, and she was above love. She knew only one thing, and that was to do what she pleased, when she pleased, no matter what others thought. She never did anything that didn't please her."
"That reminds me of someone." I sneered at him
"Don't you get it Speigel? It didn't matter to her what happened to anyone else as long as she could live as she pleased, she was above everything, that is what captivated men, she was too damn above." He hissed as he turned away
"I will not let you smear her like that Jackass, she was an angel! She was my one true love. And you killed her." I shot again this time the bullet whizzed past his face.
"Tell me Spike, how can she be your true love if she didn't love you?" He shot back I felt his icicle words pierce my half burned heart.
"You don't know she didn't love me you don't know anything, you lying shit!" I shout through the enveloping darkness.
"She never said she loved you or me. Spike if I were you, I'd actually pay attention to those small details like that." He paused "She goes against love." He walked down the alleyway taller, seemingly lighter as if a great burden was lifted from his shoulders. I look down at Julia, her figure lying motionless on the wet asphalt. I look up at the sky for answers, I see the clouds were lessening from the Martian sky for what seemed like decades, I saw a small patch of stars. Just then I heard someone sprint from the side door, it was that dumbass undercover cop.
"What happened are you alright? Is she alright? What happened?" He held out his gun. I searched for an answer, I could have easily said that Vicious shot me and Julia, but I didn't.
"Just take her down to the morgue, nothing else happened here." I searched in my pocket for a cigarette found it and lit it with my lighter. I sucked the very life out of the cigarette as I looked down at my wounds, blood seeped slowly from them as if my heart wasn't even pumping blood.
"We need to get you to a hospital." He tried to lift me
"Leave me be I have had worse." I searched for the communicator, I didn't care if Jet didn't want to hear from me, I just want to get my stuff off of Bebop. It hit me, Faye, she better be ok. Or...
"Jet it's me." I say into the communicator trying to sound not as shaken as I am.
"...there is no place for you here." He said sternly
"I'm sorry for what I said...but something came up." I search for words to say
"What could be possibly be up?" he said irritatingly
"She is dead Jet, just now, she died." I hiss into the communicator my heart still pounding
"Who in the hell are you talking about?" Jet yelled
"Julia..." her name stung like a poisoned lance
"I am sorry about that." he said simply
"By the way how is Faye?" I ask in a slightly softer tone
"She isn't on Bebop Spike..." what did he mean by that she isn't dead is she?
"What? Jet don't tell me..." I felt what was left of me sink like a stone.
"Faye is in the East Martian Hospital, the bullet grazed her heart, she healing very slowly, but she appears to be getting gradually better." Jet's tone softened
"I'm glad." I say simply, she is safe, that is good.
"Yeah no thanks to you, Where the hell are you?" Jet asked defeated
"The Blessed Devil." I sputter as I think about Julia and Vicious and Jet and Faye, what is happening to me? I heard the communicator click as I slumped against some crates, the cop looked at me.
"Sir you witnessed a murder I need you to answer some questions." The undercover cop asked me uneasily
"Piss off." I snear, the last thing I need to do is rationalize what she did into a literal report. He turned and kicked the wall and walked back into the bar. It seemed like hours flew by before Jet arrived, by then Julia's bogy was taken to the morgue, and I already lost a great deal of blood.
"Spike." Jet said simply at the mouth of the alley
"Hey." I reply half heartedly
"I found your ship get in it and I'll tow you back to Bebop." He turned to walk away.
"I cant feel my leg." I state matter-of-factly
"Great." he turns and walks down the alley way towards me, confusion and anger are hidden deep within his eyes.
"Thanks, Jet." my breath is caught in my chest as I move to a standing position.
"Mmm." He nods quietly "Who managed to shoot you up this bad?" He asked unknowingly
I don't answer
Jet glances at me, searching for an answer and doesn't find one. He half carries me to the Swordfish, I see my ship got a small gang tag on the left side, perfect. I fall into the cockpit of the Swordfish, the worn seat beneath me isn't enough to put me at ease. I soon find myself getting very sleepy, everything around me swirls like a whirlwind. Before I know it my eyelids close and I black out.
I wake up a day later in the bebop, lying on that musty yellow couch I am accustomed to call my bed. I take a sharp look around me, I see that my leg, stomach and right shoulder were bandaged up roughly, Jet was never much of a nurse. I see Ed asleep in the corner, on top of Ein, with tomato's screen blinking blue and yellow. What time is it? It must be late, because silence is stiff in the air around me. I sit up abruptly and turn on the TV to see if there was anything I could take my mind off of what happened yesterday. The TV blared only infomercials at this hour. I kept replaying what happened in my mind like Faye's videos. I put my head in my hands and run my fingers through my green curls. Why can't I just live in peace?
"Julia...why?" I mumbled into what I thought was the lonely void.
"Want to talk about it?" Jet came up behind me, I guess Jet doesn't sleep as soundly as thought he would.
"No, I don't." I stared back at the intruder of my solitude."Why do you care anyway?" I solemnly sighed
"Well, I just thought that sense you talked so much while you were sleeping-" I cut him off
"What did I say?" I asked with a slight irritated edge
"Well, you said Julia's, Vicious' name a lot, and even mentioned Faye's name a couple of times too."
"Really?" I said trying to appear nonchalant
"Try to get some sleep, I thought that it would be a good idea to go to the hospital when the sun rises." Jet turned to leave, I didn't say anything more.
We are going to see Faye, I wonder if she has gotten any better, because I sure haven't. I put my legs on the cold metal floor of Bebop and tried to stand up. Pain shot through my leg, I ignored it. I walked slowly to the bathroom and looked at my self in the mirror.
I see a broken reflection.
Fed up I walk back to the couch, looking into Faye's room. It was the same as I remember it, bed unmade and askew; makeup, clothes and shoes littered the floor and small table. The old TV and Beta thingy sitting, collecting a thin layer of dust. I felt as if I were in a trance, I walked in and sat on her bed, I feel ripped of all negative emotion, an almost scary feeling after seeing my love die right in front of my eyes. I feel almost at peace. I look on her small dented dresser to see an unframed photo of bebop, Jet, Ed, Ein and I all on the deck of bebop, Jets arms were crossed as Ed was turning cartwheels and Ein barked at her heels. I was on the side of the picture smoking a cigarette looking off into the sky. When did she take that?
I exit the room as much in a trance as when I entered. I walk down the hallway to see my room, dark, and for the most part empty. My clothes hung in my closet, my training shirts and my normal clothes. I sit on my sagging mattress, and I put my had under the bed to find my picture of Julia. My hand came across three pictures, two of which I had long forgotten about. The first one was of Vicious and I back to back grinning in front of the Red Dragon Syndicate building, this must have been from years ago. He looked humane in this picture, no more evil or corrupted than I. I guess I had lost sight of that, and so had he.
The second picture was of Jet and Faye, this must have been a while ago too, Jet looks like he has more hair. Faye was sitting on the couch with her coy smile in full effect with her emerald eyes shimmering. She looked nice in that picture. Jet stood behind her with an arm in the air, he looked like he was in the middle of saying something, probably 'If you take my picture I'll bash your head in.' Because his mouth was slightly open. Oh, Ed and Ein was in it too, in the very corner you see a tuft of pink hair and a tip of a tail. I wonder when I took that.
The last picture was a small picture of Julia, ripped a little at the edges and faded. Julia stood there looking over her delicate black draped shoulder, her golden locks flowed down her back like a river. Her eyes were not focused on the camera, they seemed to look behind the camera. She looked beautiful to me, a perfect killer angel. I paused Why would my true love shoot me and try to kill me? Then I remember Vicious' icy literal words come back to memory... 'she never said she loved you.' Julia, why?
I want to scream, I want to cry, I want kill, I want to die, but something inside calms me with a tuneless lullaby.
Sing me a life...
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