The Last Session- See you in Space, Cowboy
"I'm looking for a cowboy... boy... boy... boy," shouted a voice coming from the room after the shooting died down. "I know you're here Terspichore."
Could this person be Maxwell? It didn't matter though, Spike lost contact with both Ural and Gene several minutes ago, just as the rap music began.
"So it's the end," Spike laughed to himself. "Oh well, I've died twice before, can't hurt to die again."
A bullet roquette off of the ground next to Spike's foot. "There you are Ural," the man said. "I've been waiting a long time for this."
"Hey," Spike said walking out into the open. "I'm not Ural I'm Sp-"
"Spike Spiegel," the man said. "I know you. I'm Maxwell Murder. Hahaha... The murderer of Vicious and the top bounty hunter at the same time, this will be so excit-" he gagged.
"Guess not," Ural said choking Maxwell and holding a Jericho to his head. "Hope you don't mind spike, I borrowed your gun."
"Huh?" Spike thought out loud. "My gun! It's missing!"
"See," Ural said slyly.
"I don't like people borrowing my gun," Spike said.
Max shook lose from Ural's hold, then turned around and slammed a sharp uppercut into Ural's stomach. Ural let out a moan and dropped to the ground.
Spike glanced at the ground, and slid for the Jericho. Max drop kicked Spike, kicking him several feet away.
"Lets make it fair, Spike," Max replied. "I'll draw my gun, and you'll draw your's."
"Classic stand off," Spike commented. "I like your style."
They drew their guns and fired simultaneously. Their guns flew out of their hands from the impact of the bullet. They stared each other in the eyes, then charged. Kick for kick and punch for punch, they continued for minutes on end. Spike through an uppercut to Max's stomach and Max through an elbow to Spike's face. The two bounced back upon impact, they were gasping for air.
All of a sudden, the music paused then changed to heavy metal. "Your music?" Spike asked gasping for air.
"Not mine," Max replied trying to catch his breath after the uppercut.
Spike glanced back down below his feet, it was Max's gun. To make things worse, Spike's gun was at Max's feet. Spike and Max dropped down grabbing the guns then tossing them to one another. They fired another bullet, Spike's shoulder was punctured and Max's shin was jarred. Max fell to his knees.
"Huh?" Spike thought to himself grabbing his shoulder. "I recognize this music. It's Bombs Over Baghdad. That's V.T.'s song..."
"You preying over there?" Max shouted. "That's a laugh, you... preying?"
"Not on your grave," Spike replied.
"Freeze," shouted V.T. "Spike you ok over there."
"Fine enough," Spike replied.
"Terpsichore," Max stated standing back up resisting the pain of the bullet in his shin. "So glad you can join us."
"V.T. get down!" Spike shouted charging towards Max.
Max drew a knife, and charged toward Spike. Spike slipped all of Max's thrusts, even with his injured arm. After several slips, Spike saw Max's plan and decided to make a move. Spike grabbed Max's elbow and broke it with his knee. Suddenly, Max dropped the knife and Spike grabbed it like an ice pick.
"My turn now," Spike said smirking.
Spike charged in and doubled back, splitting Max's arm several times. Blood began to fall everywhere with the combination of their bleeding. Max slipped, falling to the ground. Spike brought the knife down slitting Max's throat.
"It's done," Spike said, staying on his knees. "But it's not over for me yet."
"Ural," V.T. said. "I thought you were dead."
"Nope," Ural replied. "V.T. I wanted to come home, I just couldn't."
"Why?" V.T. asked.
"I had some business to take care of," Ural said. "I see you haven't changed much though."
"For being the top bounty hunter in the galaxy," Spike began. "You sure are strange."
"I wouldn't be talking," Ural replied. "You turned your back on the Red Dragon Syndicate."
"Spike," V.T. said. "Why didn't you tell me Ural was alive when you saw him two years ago?"
"Because I didn't know how you'd react," Ural said. "I'm sorry, I would've come back sooner, but-"
Someone from the shadows started clapping his hands and started walking into the open. "Very impressive," he said.
"Who are you?" Spike shouted. "Show yourself."
"Who me?" he replied. "You know exactly who I am. I'm Rent!"
"I can't stand another fight," Spike said moaning. "Where's Gene when you need him?"
"I can't fight either," Ural stated. "I'm still trying to recover from Maxwell's hit."
"How easily you guys give up," came a familiar voice.
"Gene!" Rent shouted glancing at him.
"Rent," Gene said. "While you guys were fighting in here, I was taking care of some business."
"Like what?" Rent said suspiciously.
"Like this!" Gene said pulling out a button of some kind and pressing it.
Explosions filled the area. The whole room broke into flames, along with the rest of the building. Gene had been setting remote mines, preparing for a big fight, and it looks like time has come.
Rent drew a knife and charged in towards Gene. Gene didn't have enough time to load a caster shell into his caster so he pulled it out and started blocking the knife with it. Every slash that Rent made missed, but Rent began to get smart and saw Gene's pattern. Rent doubled back on one slash, slicing Gene's arm.
Gene gripped his arm and through a thai kick at Rent's leg. Rent was shaken up, but it didn't hurt as much as Spike's did to Maxwell. Gene jumped into the air and threw another kick at Rent's face, but Rent slit his leg. Gene collapsed to his knees, and Rent backed away.
"Ready to give up yet?" Rent asked smirking.
"Never," Gene said loading a caster. "Caster shell number 3."
Gene loaded the caster and began to fire it. A white light appeared out of the back of the caster and it prepared to fire. Rent looked at Gene as if he were crazy. A white light blasted out of the caster gun. A green and blue light filled the room. Gene flew back into a wall, slamming into it. The light died down, and Rent was still standing.
"Hmm," Rent said, thinking out loud. "Amazing, one shot took out my shield. Oh well, that won't help you now."
"Too bad," a mysterious voice said from beyond the flames. "This was just getting interesting."
The shadowed figure from beyond the flames must have jumped twenty feet into the air over the flames. He landed in a crouching position and stood up shaking his hair out of his face. Spike only stared in shock as his eyes widened.
"What's wrong Spike," Ural asked. "You act as if you've seen a ghost."
"Amazing," Spike said. "I don't see you for 10 years and yet you've still got the spunk of a 24 year old, even though you must be almost 100 years old."
"Close, 84," the person replied.
"Who is he though?!" Ural shouted.
"Sifu Gage," Spike replied. "My JKD instructor.
"My name Shawn," Shawn, the JKD instructor, stated. "And I will finish you, Rent."
"Haha," Rent laughed. "That's a good one, an 84 year old versus a 26 year old man. Who'll win?"
"Don't take him too likely," Spike shouted. "He won't be so easy."
Shawn charged in towards Rent. Rent threw a cross right at Shawn's face, but he slipped it and threw a thai kick followed by a knee to Rent's stomach. Rent vomited. Rent caught a glance of his knife lying on the ground just a few feet away. Rent dropped to the ground and rolled towards the knife, but just before grabbing it Shawn kicked him into the stomach sending him three feet into the air.
"It's all over now," Shawn said. "Give up."
"Never," Rent replied trying to stand up. Rent was holding his shoulder, and his eye was twitching. Rent could barely even remain standing, and yet he wanted to continue? "I'll fight till my death."
"Have it your way," Shawn said grabbing a broom from the corner. "Then you'll die fighting."
Shawn charged in, swinging the broom around. Shawn thrusted the end into Rent's stomach, and slapped him in the face with the bristles.
Rent collapsed to the ground, but got back up again. Rent started another assault with an outside hook, but Shawn slipped it and slammed the broom stick into Rent's face. Splinters fell to the ground along following Rent's path.
The fight was finally over, with Shawn the victor. "He died trying," Shawn said dropping the remains of the broom."
The group remained in envy staring at Shawn's victory. For being over 80 years old, he's an excellent fighter, but where did this energy come from? Perhaps some questions were meant to never be answered, or maybe they are... but this isn't quite the right time yet.
See ya in space, Cowboy.
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Preview of "Outlaw Bebop: Session 2- Cold Hearted Horrors"
"Want It Back" plays in background
Jet- So you thought it's the end? Guess again. Spike walking through a grave yard
Spike- What? Aren't I dying? Spike wakes up sweating
Jet- Nope, in fact, you'll be just fine. Gene runs through the streets
Spike- So what's this about "Cold Hearted Horrors"? Ed kicks a mysterious person
Jet- Oh, didn't I tell you? Spike points his Jericho at someone
Spike- No... Spike flies through space in a space suit
Jet- Oh, you'll just have to find out on your own. The session sign shows up