Note to Readers: Hello everyone! This is my very first fan-fic and I hope I
make it good enough for you. Just a quick note, and oh yeah, I'm not a very
good spell-checker! Don't hurt me! *dodges tomatoes and runs behind a
curtain to hide* It takes place after the series where Spike supposedly
*dies*. I'm sorry to all those people who believe he's dead, but I just
can't. The truth is, the world needs Spike, and I don't think he could ever
die. But thats just my opinion so please don't hate me! Anyway... on with
the fic!
Disclamer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop and my mom had assured me that no matter how much I kick and scream and cry, I'm not ever going to get it for my birthday! :( Oh well, atleast I can watch it!:)
Italics = thoughts
" "= speaking
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The rain pelted down steadily over the silent figure crouching in the shadows. Deep violet hair fell down in strands across her solumn face, shielding her eyes from the words she could not bear to see. Darkness had overtaken the cemetary where she sat quietly over a newly placed grave. Lifting her tear-filled emerald eyes, Faye finally came to read the letters engraved in the cold tombstone.
' Spike Speigel. A Fallen Angel and Awoken Dreamer. May you finally rest in peace, Cowboy.'
Those words, so simple and heartfelt, were enough to bring her over the edge. They were her words, the ones she had damanded be placed on his tombstone. To hell with what Jet wanted. Jet had never seen his eyes, never been so close to his soul that he could almost feel it. Never had to stand helplessly, bullets richocheying off metal, tears streaming down his face, sobs wracking his body as he watched someone that he loved go.
Yes,Faye thought I did love him. But I didn't even try to stop him. I couldn't gather enough strength to tell him, to beat it into him if I had to. No I was to weak to save him. He is dead because I was to freaking weak! Faye shook violently as she remembered how she had just let him walk away, let him throw his life away. And then the tears fell. No, she hadn't cried when she heard Spike was slashed to death by Viscious, no she hadn't cried when she heard that Spike's body was never found. She hadn't even cried when Jet announced that they were getting Spike a tombstone. But she cried now. The sorrow was just eating away at her, like a bird would eat a worm, one tiny, painful piece at a time. And she couldn't get away. The tears, so small and silent slid slowly to the ground, wetting the soil beneath it. The rain stopped suddenly, a slight hint of moonlight peaking through the clouds. Her wattery tears shimmered in the moonlight, one sliding sadly down Spike's tombstone.
"Why Spike, why?" Faye wailed to the eerie night. " Why did you do this to us?!? I've waited 3 weeks, Spike! Three freaking weeks since you left the ship for you to come back! You know why?" She paused, letting the slience of the night overtake her tormented soul. When no reply came, Faye continued her raving, which echoed in the darkness, " I waited because of you! I waited because you said that you 'just wanted to see if you were really alive.' Well, I want to know too Spike! Are you really alive? Or did you just abandon me like the jerk you are when I cared about you the most?!? C'mon Spike, if your so freaking smart then anwser me!" Then her voice became pleading and receded to almost a whisper, " Please answer me Spike. I... I love you. And I hate you. You left me, you left me to die. Well, I hope you found your answers dreamer, because I'm done waiting for you. Your dead to me. Your dead Cowboy."
With that last thought, Faye stood, her once skimpy outfit replaced by a long black trench coat, midnight tank-top, and dark leather pants. Standing over his grave, watching as the stars twinkled above, Faye angrily wiped the stinging tears from her sea-deep eyes. Then, slowly bringing her gaze back upon the lonely tombstone, Faye drew her gun. " Good-bye Cowboy!" she stated coldly, a slight smile playing upon her lush, red lips. A shot rang out as the bullet pierced the tombstone.
The sound of the Redtail charging up sounded throughout the empty area. Then, it sped off into the night, its pilot swearing deep within her heart never to return. Life had ended for her right then, and she didn't care what happened anymore. Jet would know by morning that his last crew member had disappeared into the night, one more that might never be seen again. As the Redtail zipped soundlessy out into space, the pilot closed her pain-filled eyes to all that happened around her, promising her tainted soul she would never love again. Passing silently into inner darkness, Faye missed the star looming just above the horizen, dim and almost gone, but still shining difiantly.
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Ok, this was my first attempt at a fan-fic. I intended this to be the prologue to a long and exciting story, but if its no good I won't continue. Please tell me what you think so I will no if I should continue this story! I am really glad that you took the time to read my fic! Please review! I need it! And, if you guys think its good, I will continue this week, but I need to know! ;) Thanx!
Disclamer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop and my mom had assured me that no matter how much I kick and scream and cry, I'm not ever going to get it for my birthday! :( Oh well, atleast I can watch it!:)
Italics = thoughts
" "= speaking
~~~~~~~~*****************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***********
The rain pelted down steadily over the silent figure crouching in the shadows. Deep violet hair fell down in strands across her solumn face, shielding her eyes from the words she could not bear to see. Darkness had overtaken the cemetary where she sat quietly over a newly placed grave. Lifting her tear-filled emerald eyes, Faye finally came to read the letters engraved in the cold tombstone.
' Spike Speigel. A Fallen Angel and Awoken Dreamer. May you finally rest in peace, Cowboy.'
Those words, so simple and heartfelt, were enough to bring her over the edge. They were her words, the ones she had damanded be placed on his tombstone. To hell with what Jet wanted. Jet had never seen his eyes, never been so close to his soul that he could almost feel it. Never had to stand helplessly, bullets richocheying off metal, tears streaming down his face, sobs wracking his body as he watched someone that he loved go.
Yes,Faye thought I did love him. But I didn't even try to stop him. I couldn't gather enough strength to tell him, to beat it into him if I had to. No I was to weak to save him. He is dead because I was to freaking weak! Faye shook violently as she remembered how she had just let him walk away, let him throw his life away. And then the tears fell. No, she hadn't cried when she heard Spike was slashed to death by Viscious, no she hadn't cried when she heard that Spike's body was never found. She hadn't even cried when Jet announced that they were getting Spike a tombstone. But she cried now. The sorrow was just eating away at her, like a bird would eat a worm, one tiny, painful piece at a time. And she couldn't get away. The tears, so small and silent slid slowly to the ground, wetting the soil beneath it. The rain stopped suddenly, a slight hint of moonlight peaking through the clouds. Her wattery tears shimmered in the moonlight, one sliding sadly down Spike's tombstone.
"Why Spike, why?" Faye wailed to the eerie night. " Why did you do this to us?!? I've waited 3 weeks, Spike! Three freaking weeks since you left the ship for you to come back! You know why?" She paused, letting the slience of the night overtake her tormented soul. When no reply came, Faye continued her raving, which echoed in the darkness, " I waited because of you! I waited because you said that you 'just wanted to see if you were really alive.' Well, I want to know too Spike! Are you really alive? Or did you just abandon me like the jerk you are when I cared about you the most?!? C'mon Spike, if your so freaking smart then anwser me!" Then her voice became pleading and receded to almost a whisper, " Please answer me Spike. I... I love you. And I hate you. You left me, you left me to die. Well, I hope you found your answers dreamer, because I'm done waiting for you. Your dead to me. Your dead Cowboy."
With that last thought, Faye stood, her once skimpy outfit replaced by a long black trench coat, midnight tank-top, and dark leather pants. Standing over his grave, watching as the stars twinkled above, Faye angrily wiped the stinging tears from her sea-deep eyes. Then, slowly bringing her gaze back upon the lonely tombstone, Faye drew her gun. " Good-bye Cowboy!" she stated coldly, a slight smile playing upon her lush, red lips. A shot rang out as the bullet pierced the tombstone.
The sound of the Redtail charging up sounded throughout the empty area. Then, it sped off into the night, its pilot swearing deep within her heart never to return. Life had ended for her right then, and she didn't care what happened anymore. Jet would know by morning that his last crew member had disappeared into the night, one more that might never be seen again. As the Redtail zipped soundlessy out into space, the pilot closed her pain-filled eyes to all that happened around her, promising her tainted soul she would never love again. Passing silently into inner darkness, Faye missed the star looming just above the horizen, dim and almost gone, but still shining difiantly.
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Ok, this was my first attempt at a fan-fic. I intended this to be the prologue to a long and exciting story, but if its no good I won't continue. Please tell me what you think so I will no if I should continue this story! I am really glad that you took the time to read my fic! Please review! I need it! And, if you guys think its good, I will continue this week, but I need to know! ;) Thanx!