A/N: Here's my contribution to the 'Spike-Angst-Introspective' network of fanficdom!! This occurs during 'The Real Folk Blues (Part II)' when Spike is running down the hall after blowing up a good deal of the Red Dragon Syndicate. ^^;; I know the plot device is overly clichéd, but I can't resist!!
Also, I have an ancient computer, hence no spellcheck. So please don't mind any mistakes in grammar or spelling you may encounter....^^;;
SPOILER ALERT:Spoilers ahead.^^;;
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. I don't claim to own Cowboy Bebop. If I owned Cowboy Bebop, do you think I would be writing Cowboy Bebop fanfiction? Right. I knew you could figure it out. So don't sue me.
It's All Over, Dreamer
That old indian chief was right.
A woman would be the death of me.
I run down the corridor, ignoring the throbbing pain in my arm.
Hell, not just my arm. My whole body is aching now.
I'll admit, I've pushed myself to the limit. I've never done this much in such a short amount of time.
Jet warned me to be careful.
Screw that.
Exhaustion isn't even a priority. I have one goal on my mind.
To kill Vicious.
Since I passed that door, it's been the point of no return.
I can't go back now.
I have to do it. For all of them. Lin...Mao..Annie...Shin....
...And Julia.
Especially Julia.
I put on a bittersweet smirk.
I'm getting all melodramatic. This isn't a soap opera.
Besides,that's Faye's job.
I wonder briefly about Jet and Faye still on the Bebop. Do they know I'm not planning on coming back? ...Yeah, they probably do...
The Bebop was nothing more than a limbo. A small respite until I could find that dream.
But when Juila died, so did the dream.
Can you believe it? I let my life be ruled by a woman and a dream.
Pathetic,eh?
Now that I think about it..I have nothing else to live for now.
But then again, I guess it means I have nothing to lose.
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