Dreamer: Hey there! ok, I didn't get a lot of reviews for my story, but I
decided to continue it anyway! Thank you to Kyra, Strife21 and Moonwhisper
for reviewing! :) By the way, Romani means gypsy. Anyway, this chapter is
going to be focused on Faye and ... 8P! you have to find out for yourself.
So without further aduie, on with the chapter.
Disclaimer: Alright, one more thing! I don't own Cowboy Bebop WAAAAAAHHHHH!
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The gun clattered to the floor and the sound echoed hollowly throughout the motionless room. The 2 figures seemed to be caught in a time warp, unable to move or speak, just caught in the moment. Then the moment was over and things suddenly resumed life. Faye stumbled backward in shock, her back roughly hitting the wall. Her eyes, filled with emotion and fear, stared at one place, taking no notice of anything else in the room. In her mind, there was nothing else there. Faye trembled, her slender legs giving out weakly, and fell upon the floor. Eyes gazed unblinkingly into hers, the diebelief and surprise shinning sharply. The eyes, mismatched and striking, pierced into the deepest part of her soul, the part that she had tried to kill. It can't be! she insisted in her mind. Spike.
A smirk slowly came to his lips. "Hey Faye." he stated quietly, lighting a cigerette to his lips.
Faye's breathing came hard, in short, deafening gasps. This isn't happening. This isn't real. He isn't real. She closed her eyes tightly, praying to the God she never knew to save her from this hell.
Spike glanced out the window casually, hiding the surging emotions deep within, where he hoped no one would ever look. What is she doing here? Why is she here? He questioned dispondately. He didn't understand, all these years and he had not been able to find her, when he finally gave up, here she was. Spike suddenly turned his gaze back upon her, emotion finally breaking through his steel-strong barrier. " Faye, what are you doing here?"
A swift, stunning wave of hurt tore through her. Pain. He had left her, left her to die, and all he could ask when she finally found him was: what are you doing here? Tears, painful and stinging, burned at the back of Faye's glassy eyes. Why? Faye demanded angrily. " WHY?!?" She shouted, feeling agonized and betrayed as Spike stared, startled by her sudden outburst. Then she turned on him, her feelings raging and pushing her into distinct denial.
"Your died." She insisted coldly, " Leave me alone."
Spike gaped at her in surprise, then slowly shook himself.
"No Faye, I'm not dead. I told you once before, I didn't go there to die."
Faye trembled fearfully. He had to be dead, her life would not make sense if he wasn't. Spike had been dead for 2 years, she couldn't just except that he wasn't. She couldn't. Life had become just a motion to her, a cycle without emotion and without a meaning. It just was. And he was dead.
Her eyes racing madly around the room she spotted the gun a few feet from her. Faye lunged, grabbing the pistol and flipping back onto her feet, gun pointed difiantly at Spike. Faye raised her piercing emerald orbs slowly to meet his questioning ones. There was an akward silence between them, a battle for control. Then his soft, but commanding voice broke it, " Faye... come on... stop this." Faye glared at him, then spoke coldly and precisely, forcing as much venomis hate into her voice as was humanly possible, " Your dead Spike."
The gunshot rang out through the air, barely missing a dodging Spike. Turning on his heel, Spike landed a round-house kick into Faye's abdomin, send her sprawling to the ground, the gun flung from her hand. Standing over her darkly, Spike spoke with an undeniable annoyance, "This is stupid Faye. You can't really expect to beat me, so what are you trying to do?!?"
Faye gritted her teeth, He isn't there. This is just a dream. He's haunting you, Faye. Taunting you even after his death. You should have killed him before he left, kill him now and make him let you go.
Flinging her leg out swiftly, Faye made a sickening contact with Spike's knee. Then, moving gingerly and feircely, Faye flipped up onto her feet, barely dodging Spike's deadly punch. Spike lifted himself up, angrily and determinedly. Something was bothering him, something he couldn't quite name. Or maybe he didn't want to. All he knew was Faye was starting to piss him off.
Slidding into a smooth fighting stance, Spike adressed the waiting Faye before him, "Enough is enough, Faye. I could take your prissy attitude back on the Bebop, but what the hell is your problem?!? Ok, you finally found me again, Faye. Is this your way of saying your pissed?!? What are you trying to prove?!?"
Faye tensed at the harshness of his voice, cringeing involuntarily away from the sound. Forcing her mind to focus on the battle that was ahead of her, Faye answered icily, "I'm trying to prove that your dead,Spike. I'm trying to prove that I'm not some desperate, love-sick ditz, who dreamed you up just so that she could escape her screwed up life and run away with the one man that she ever really cared about! I'm trying to prove that I am still the same freakin' slutty, tomboy with the ' don't-even-try-it' bullet- crazed attitude. I'm trying to prove that I moved on and that your dead!YOUR DEAD SPIKE!"
Spike froze, stunned at Faye's heated answer. Guilt ripped through him. This is what I did to her.
Faye witnessed the change in Spike's entire presence. Saw the pain and guilt pass through his mismatched eyes. And she hated it. She hated that he felt sorry for her, that he had the nerve to think she had a sorry life after what he had done. He was dead to her, and she was going to prove it.
A powerful blow slammed into Spike's stomach, sending him smacking into a wall. Faye charged at him again, determination raging through her veins. Spike spun quickly out of the way of Faye's incoming fist, a small drop of blood clinging to his face. Sliding in one fluent movement, Spike slipped his leg under Faye's, causing her to crash unexpectedly to the ground. She jerked her fist into the back of his knee, hearing a satisfying crack as two bones collided. Faye rolled flawlessly onto her feet and flowed into a fighting stance like water. Spike gave her a crooked smile and then narrowed his eyes. " Let's stop this, Faye. It doesn't have to be like this." Faye responded to his offer with a brutal blow towards his head, which he avoided simply. Grabbing her arm, Spike flipped her to the floor and hastily sat on top of her stomach, his knees locking her arms to her sides. Faye struggled desperately, trying to push him off of her. But Spike just sat there, refusing to move.
"If your going to kill me then do it already! I don't have time to deal with your ghost anymore! Just kill me and let me out of this hell!" Faye shrieked. Then she stopped thrashing and her voice became quiet and depressed, almost silent, "Your dead, Spike. I have no reason to live anymore."
Spike couldn't take it anymore. His heart felt like it was being torn out piece by piece, and he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't understand why. What's wrong with me?!? Faye never meant anything to me. We weren't even friends, all she did was steal my cigerettes and be a slut. But I can't just sit here, I can't control my emotions anymore. I feel like its killing me. I don't want her to feel like this, I don't want her to be like this! Its all my fault.
Spike gazed down at the women beneath him, her violet hair shadowing her hurt sea-green eyes. She wouldn't look at him. She would listen to him. Faye couldn't hear or see the fact that he was still alive, she couldn't accept that the last two years had just been a lie. He couldn't take her pain anymore, he couldn't stand it anymore. Spike needed her to accept it, he needed her to understand it. So Spike did the only thing he knew she would understand. Lifting one of his hands to her chin, Spike bent his head down until their faces were only inches apart. Faye skwirmed beneath him, closing her eyes and trying to get away. Spike gently turned her head back towards his, his eyes pleading and sad. Speaking softly, Spike repeated some of the last words he had spoke to her before running off to die. "Look into my eyes, Faye."
Faye jolted and stopped moving, her lips trembling in fear. Then she slowly opened her eyes, staring directly into the hopeful, mismatched eyes of Spike. She suddenly felt so lost. It felt as if part of her had been torn away and now she was falling into a dark, endless pit, no longer able to keep climbing. And then she knew. Only one person had ever made her feel so lost, so vulnerable and yet so safe. Only Spike had ever done that. Only Spike with his stupid, yet beatiful mismatched brown eyes, cocky smirk and lanky body had ever brought out that side of her. She finally knew it... Spike was alive.
There was a reflective silence between the two, Spike breathing hard and Faye shaking slightly. Faye hid her pained emerald eyes behind her shaded purple hair. Spike slowly lifted himself off of her, carefully releasing her arms and legs. He stood above her for a second, and then thoughtfully extended his hand to her. Faye hestitated, her face still hidden behind dark strands of hair, her hand reaching up toward him, about to take his. Then a sudden and violent rage coursed through her. She jerked her hand away from his with an uncontrolable anger. Spike stood, confused as he watched her painfully get to her feet, her eyes burning with hate and rage. He left me alone. He choose death over me! And now he wants me to just forget it?!? NO! I came here on a mission, and I will finish that mission. If not to die now, then I will finish it just for what that bastard did to me! She seethed mentally.
"What's wrong, Faye?" Spike questioned, uncertainty edgeing his voice. Without warning Faye flung herself savagely at Spike. Spike stiffened in surprise and felt Faye's body crash against his own. They both fell brutally to the ground, Faye ontop of Spike, raining blows down upon him. Spike came to his senses and fluently snapped both his hands to catch Faye's wild ones. She thrashed around, angrily, attempting to break free of his hold. But Spike was not the kind of guy that just let go. Taking advantage of her belief that he couldn't move under her weight, Spike yanked Faye and rolled expertly back into his former post on her stomach. She struggled violently, cursing and spitting, and Spike just sat there grinning tirumphantly. After a moment of amusedly watching her struggle, Spike teased her in a cocky voice, " C'mon Faye. Give it up! Eventually your going to run out of swear words and spit and then what are you going to do?" he paused and then added with a lopsided grin, "Besides, I wouldn't want to have to hurt you."
Faye stopped struggling beneath him abruptly and he turned to look at her face victoriously. Thats when he saw it, something he had never expected to come from Faye in a million years. Not Faye the tomboy, not Faye the slut. Not Faye the annoying whore who stole his cigerettes and screwed up his bounties. What he saw, stunned and actually hurt him, some place deep down, hidden in his heart. Faye diverted her glossy eyes, knowing with shame that he had seen the single tear that was tracing silently down her cheek. Faye then looked directly into his now pleading eyes, pleading for what she could not tell, but she gazed into them anyway. Her voice, when it finally emerged out of its dark hidding place within her mouth, was hurt and trembling as she spoke words that tore at his heart and soul. " But you did hurt me Spike. You hurt me more then anyone ever has. When you went away to die, to die and leave me alone, it almost killed me. I'm a monster now, Spike. I kill for no reason and I don't even care. You killed me, Spike, you killed the only good part of me that was left. So don't pretend this is all a game. You hurt me more then my heart can ever heal."
Spike turned away, his eyes suddenly suddenly stinging and painful. He had truly hurt Faye. Spike couldn't escape that fact now. Yes, he realized, I did kill her. And I am so sorry. Spike carefully lifted himself off Faye and turned away from her. Faye gingerly rose to her feet and just stood as the tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She stared distantly at Spike's back, the man she had thought was dead for two years. And thats when she realized that she had to get away. She couldn't stay there anymore, not like this, not now. Spike was alive, and he had betrayed her. He hadn't even cared enough to track her down. No, she couldn't stay. She didn't care if her syndicate hunted her down and killed her... she didn't want to live to know that Spike didn't even care. She turned towards the doors, preparing to just run anywhere she could. Spike heard her start to walk away and desperately turned back toward her, needing to atleast say good-bye. Thats when he saw it.
The door handle to his office clicked suddenly and then the stillness of the room was broken. Dozens of men with Red Dragon Syndicate suits came barging through the door, their machine guns aimed directly at Faye. Spike watched in slow motion as Faye tried desperatly to draw her gun. The head security man raised his hand to signal the open fire. Spike ran without thinking towards the helpless Faye. "NO! DON'T SHOOT!" The man lowered his arm, not hearing Spike's pleading command. "FAYE!!!" Spike shouted. His voice was lost in the endless fire of searing bullets.
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Dreamer: So how did you guys like it? I tried to make it exciting, but this is only my first fic so I probably didn't do a good job. I'm sorry about the cliffhanger, but I thought it would be a good place to end it! :) Anyway, Should I continue???
Disclaimer: Alright, one more thing! I don't own Cowboy Bebop WAAAAAAHHHHH!
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The gun clattered to the floor and the sound echoed hollowly throughout the motionless room. The 2 figures seemed to be caught in a time warp, unable to move or speak, just caught in the moment. Then the moment was over and things suddenly resumed life. Faye stumbled backward in shock, her back roughly hitting the wall. Her eyes, filled with emotion and fear, stared at one place, taking no notice of anything else in the room. In her mind, there was nothing else there. Faye trembled, her slender legs giving out weakly, and fell upon the floor. Eyes gazed unblinkingly into hers, the diebelief and surprise shinning sharply. The eyes, mismatched and striking, pierced into the deepest part of her soul, the part that she had tried to kill. It can't be! she insisted in her mind. Spike.
A smirk slowly came to his lips. "Hey Faye." he stated quietly, lighting a cigerette to his lips.
Faye's breathing came hard, in short, deafening gasps. This isn't happening. This isn't real. He isn't real. She closed her eyes tightly, praying to the God she never knew to save her from this hell.
Spike glanced out the window casually, hiding the surging emotions deep within, where he hoped no one would ever look. What is she doing here? Why is she here? He questioned dispondately. He didn't understand, all these years and he had not been able to find her, when he finally gave up, here she was. Spike suddenly turned his gaze back upon her, emotion finally breaking through his steel-strong barrier. " Faye, what are you doing here?"
A swift, stunning wave of hurt tore through her. Pain. He had left her, left her to die, and all he could ask when she finally found him was: what are you doing here? Tears, painful and stinging, burned at the back of Faye's glassy eyes. Why? Faye demanded angrily. " WHY?!?" She shouted, feeling agonized and betrayed as Spike stared, startled by her sudden outburst. Then she turned on him, her feelings raging and pushing her into distinct denial.
"Your died." She insisted coldly, " Leave me alone."
Spike gaped at her in surprise, then slowly shook himself.
"No Faye, I'm not dead. I told you once before, I didn't go there to die."
Faye trembled fearfully. He had to be dead, her life would not make sense if he wasn't. Spike had been dead for 2 years, she couldn't just except that he wasn't. She couldn't. Life had become just a motion to her, a cycle without emotion and without a meaning. It just was. And he was dead.
Her eyes racing madly around the room she spotted the gun a few feet from her. Faye lunged, grabbing the pistol and flipping back onto her feet, gun pointed difiantly at Spike. Faye raised her piercing emerald orbs slowly to meet his questioning ones. There was an akward silence between them, a battle for control. Then his soft, but commanding voice broke it, " Faye... come on... stop this." Faye glared at him, then spoke coldly and precisely, forcing as much venomis hate into her voice as was humanly possible, " Your dead Spike."
The gunshot rang out through the air, barely missing a dodging Spike. Turning on his heel, Spike landed a round-house kick into Faye's abdomin, send her sprawling to the ground, the gun flung from her hand. Standing over her darkly, Spike spoke with an undeniable annoyance, "This is stupid Faye. You can't really expect to beat me, so what are you trying to do?!?"
Faye gritted her teeth, He isn't there. This is just a dream. He's haunting you, Faye. Taunting you even after his death. You should have killed him before he left, kill him now and make him let you go.
Flinging her leg out swiftly, Faye made a sickening contact with Spike's knee. Then, moving gingerly and feircely, Faye flipped up onto her feet, barely dodging Spike's deadly punch. Spike lifted himself up, angrily and determinedly. Something was bothering him, something he couldn't quite name. Or maybe he didn't want to. All he knew was Faye was starting to piss him off.
Slidding into a smooth fighting stance, Spike adressed the waiting Faye before him, "Enough is enough, Faye. I could take your prissy attitude back on the Bebop, but what the hell is your problem?!? Ok, you finally found me again, Faye. Is this your way of saying your pissed?!? What are you trying to prove?!?"
Faye tensed at the harshness of his voice, cringeing involuntarily away from the sound. Forcing her mind to focus on the battle that was ahead of her, Faye answered icily, "I'm trying to prove that your dead,Spike. I'm trying to prove that I'm not some desperate, love-sick ditz, who dreamed you up just so that she could escape her screwed up life and run away with the one man that she ever really cared about! I'm trying to prove that I am still the same freakin' slutty, tomboy with the ' don't-even-try-it' bullet- crazed attitude. I'm trying to prove that I moved on and that your dead!YOUR DEAD SPIKE!"
Spike froze, stunned at Faye's heated answer. Guilt ripped through him. This is what I did to her.
Faye witnessed the change in Spike's entire presence. Saw the pain and guilt pass through his mismatched eyes. And she hated it. She hated that he felt sorry for her, that he had the nerve to think she had a sorry life after what he had done. He was dead to her, and she was going to prove it.
A powerful blow slammed into Spike's stomach, sending him smacking into a wall. Faye charged at him again, determination raging through her veins. Spike spun quickly out of the way of Faye's incoming fist, a small drop of blood clinging to his face. Sliding in one fluent movement, Spike slipped his leg under Faye's, causing her to crash unexpectedly to the ground. She jerked her fist into the back of his knee, hearing a satisfying crack as two bones collided. Faye rolled flawlessly onto her feet and flowed into a fighting stance like water. Spike gave her a crooked smile and then narrowed his eyes. " Let's stop this, Faye. It doesn't have to be like this." Faye responded to his offer with a brutal blow towards his head, which he avoided simply. Grabbing her arm, Spike flipped her to the floor and hastily sat on top of her stomach, his knees locking her arms to her sides. Faye struggled desperately, trying to push him off of her. But Spike just sat there, refusing to move.
"If your going to kill me then do it already! I don't have time to deal with your ghost anymore! Just kill me and let me out of this hell!" Faye shrieked. Then she stopped thrashing and her voice became quiet and depressed, almost silent, "Your dead, Spike. I have no reason to live anymore."
Spike couldn't take it anymore. His heart felt like it was being torn out piece by piece, and he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't understand why. What's wrong with me?!? Faye never meant anything to me. We weren't even friends, all she did was steal my cigerettes and be a slut. But I can't just sit here, I can't control my emotions anymore. I feel like its killing me. I don't want her to feel like this, I don't want her to be like this! Its all my fault.
Spike gazed down at the women beneath him, her violet hair shadowing her hurt sea-green eyes. She wouldn't look at him. She would listen to him. Faye couldn't hear or see the fact that he was still alive, she couldn't accept that the last two years had just been a lie. He couldn't take her pain anymore, he couldn't stand it anymore. Spike needed her to accept it, he needed her to understand it. So Spike did the only thing he knew she would understand. Lifting one of his hands to her chin, Spike bent his head down until their faces were only inches apart. Faye skwirmed beneath him, closing her eyes and trying to get away. Spike gently turned her head back towards his, his eyes pleading and sad. Speaking softly, Spike repeated some of the last words he had spoke to her before running off to die. "Look into my eyes, Faye."
Faye jolted and stopped moving, her lips trembling in fear. Then she slowly opened her eyes, staring directly into the hopeful, mismatched eyes of Spike. She suddenly felt so lost. It felt as if part of her had been torn away and now she was falling into a dark, endless pit, no longer able to keep climbing. And then she knew. Only one person had ever made her feel so lost, so vulnerable and yet so safe. Only Spike had ever done that. Only Spike with his stupid, yet beatiful mismatched brown eyes, cocky smirk and lanky body had ever brought out that side of her. She finally knew it... Spike was alive.
There was a reflective silence between the two, Spike breathing hard and Faye shaking slightly. Faye hid her pained emerald eyes behind her shaded purple hair. Spike slowly lifted himself off of her, carefully releasing her arms and legs. He stood above her for a second, and then thoughtfully extended his hand to her. Faye hestitated, her face still hidden behind dark strands of hair, her hand reaching up toward him, about to take his. Then a sudden and violent rage coursed through her. She jerked her hand away from his with an uncontrolable anger. Spike stood, confused as he watched her painfully get to her feet, her eyes burning with hate and rage. He left me alone. He choose death over me! And now he wants me to just forget it?!? NO! I came here on a mission, and I will finish that mission. If not to die now, then I will finish it just for what that bastard did to me! She seethed mentally.
"What's wrong, Faye?" Spike questioned, uncertainty edgeing his voice. Without warning Faye flung herself savagely at Spike. Spike stiffened in surprise and felt Faye's body crash against his own. They both fell brutally to the ground, Faye ontop of Spike, raining blows down upon him. Spike came to his senses and fluently snapped both his hands to catch Faye's wild ones. She thrashed around, angrily, attempting to break free of his hold. But Spike was not the kind of guy that just let go. Taking advantage of her belief that he couldn't move under her weight, Spike yanked Faye and rolled expertly back into his former post on her stomach. She struggled violently, cursing and spitting, and Spike just sat there grinning tirumphantly. After a moment of amusedly watching her struggle, Spike teased her in a cocky voice, " C'mon Faye. Give it up! Eventually your going to run out of swear words and spit and then what are you going to do?" he paused and then added with a lopsided grin, "Besides, I wouldn't want to have to hurt you."
Faye stopped struggling beneath him abruptly and he turned to look at her face victoriously. Thats when he saw it, something he had never expected to come from Faye in a million years. Not Faye the tomboy, not Faye the slut. Not Faye the annoying whore who stole his cigerettes and screwed up his bounties. What he saw, stunned and actually hurt him, some place deep down, hidden in his heart. Faye diverted her glossy eyes, knowing with shame that he had seen the single tear that was tracing silently down her cheek. Faye then looked directly into his now pleading eyes, pleading for what she could not tell, but she gazed into them anyway. Her voice, when it finally emerged out of its dark hidding place within her mouth, was hurt and trembling as she spoke words that tore at his heart and soul. " But you did hurt me Spike. You hurt me more then anyone ever has. When you went away to die, to die and leave me alone, it almost killed me. I'm a monster now, Spike. I kill for no reason and I don't even care. You killed me, Spike, you killed the only good part of me that was left. So don't pretend this is all a game. You hurt me more then my heart can ever heal."
Spike turned away, his eyes suddenly suddenly stinging and painful. He had truly hurt Faye. Spike couldn't escape that fact now. Yes, he realized, I did kill her. And I am so sorry. Spike carefully lifted himself off Faye and turned away from her. Faye gingerly rose to her feet and just stood as the tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She stared distantly at Spike's back, the man she had thought was dead for two years. And thats when she realized that she had to get away. She couldn't stay there anymore, not like this, not now. Spike was alive, and he had betrayed her. He hadn't even cared enough to track her down. No, she couldn't stay. She didn't care if her syndicate hunted her down and killed her... she didn't want to live to know that Spike didn't even care. She turned towards the doors, preparing to just run anywhere she could. Spike heard her start to walk away and desperately turned back toward her, needing to atleast say good-bye. Thats when he saw it.
The door handle to his office clicked suddenly and then the stillness of the room was broken. Dozens of men with Red Dragon Syndicate suits came barging through the door, their machine guns aimed directly at Faye. Spike watched in slow motion as Faye tried desperatly to draw her gun. The head security man raised his hand to signal the open fire. Spike ran without thinking towards the helpless Faye. "NO! DON'T SHOOT!" The man lowered his arm, not hearing Spike's pleading command. "FAYE!!!" Spike shouted. His voice was lost in the endless fire of searing bullets.
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Dreamer: So how did you guys like it? I tried to make it exciting, but this is only my first fic so I probably didn't do a good job. I'm sorry about the cliffhanger, but I thought it would be a good place to end it! :) Anyway, Should I continue???