~*Hello fic readers of the world. When I finished Cowboy Bebop, I wanted to kill someone. But instead I started writing a story that is probably going to be nothing more than a load of crap. Anyways, there will be some Faye x Spike stuff, because I'm the writer and I can do anything I want! Mwahahaha. Anyway, this is the first anime fanfic that I've ever attempted, so all reviews, (please send flames! I love flames!) would be greatly appriciated. Now, here's part one to my currently untitled Cowboy Bebop Fic.*~
There wasn't one part of his body that wasn't in agony. His muscles were aching, his bones felt old and his wounds were sore to the point of a screaming pain that threatened to rip him apart. Intuition told him that the bed he was lying on was soft, but he could feel nothing external besides his own body, his terrible, deafening pain. His brain told him that he would just wait for another morphine shot and feel fine, but his body told him that he would feel this horrible feeling forever, that the pain would never subside. He grunted and regretted it when the effort seemed to shake down his entire spine and almost send him into screams. He didn't though. A scream was a cry for help. A cry to live. He hadn't wanted to live. That was the only reason he went of to fight. He was tired of his life. Tired of its inconsistancies, its downs, and even the ups, because an up is always followed by a down. The both of them had brought him here. It annoyed him. He wanted to die, and yet they went out of their way to bring him there and make him live. He found that people often went out of their way to spoil other people's plans. He didn't care if it was in good nature or not. At that moment, all he could think about was how much fucking pain he was in...
The door creaked open and the youngish nurse that had been looking after him walked in with a huge needle. Spike could feel the pain burning, giving its last energy before it would be dulled by that horrible looking syringe. The woman found his vein and shot into it, releasing the intoxicant into his bloodstream. He was thankful for it, and suddenly was in a very good mood...
"Hey there."
The nurse turned. Spike had never spoken to her before.
"What's your name?" He senslessly spoke.
"Kimari Tanzinaki."
"That's a pretty name..." he replied, not even considering
the fact that he didn't really care. It just seemed like something
someone not stoned would say.
The nurse looked at her clipboard. "Mister Spiegel..."
"You can call me...dead."
She glanced up and raised an eyebrow. "On the contrary, Mister
Spiegel. Your vital signs are looking great..."
"And I'm feeling great too once you give me that shit..."
he seemed to trail off. "Can I have some more?"
She took out a pen from her fake blonde hair and it fell just
below her shoulders. She spoke as she wrote. "Note to doctor:
Patient is becoming dependent on the morphine, switching him to
milder pain killers..."
"NO!" Spike protested.
She raised the other eyebrow at him and then went back to her
writing. "...immediately."
"I SAID FUCKING NO!"
She finished her scribling silently. "Get some rest. The
other nurse is coming by with a tray in a few minutes." She
left the room.
Spike was beside himself. "Shit," he said aloud. No more morphine...
