Me no own CB. (*whines* NOOOOO I want to Vicious please!!!! Just let me have Vicious! Vicious: AHHHHHH!! SAVE ME!!!!!!) Ok this is my 2nd long chapter story for Cowboy Bebop. Yes, Yes, Yes, it is about Vicious *dreamily eyes* I don't like Julia and I don't want to mention her in next chapters but seeing how this is Vicious's past on how he hate the two (he is such a smart boy) I will have to. (I don't mind Spike but Julia…..ew) Well anyway on with the story. R&R plz and thanks.
LIFE IS NOTHNG BUT A DREAM
Life is nothing but a dream, that the eyes play on the mind of a poor soul. It is the eyes enjoyment. People say that life has no meaning at all. Well, if life has no meaning, then why does it has a lot of emotions then? Love, hate, anger, sadness, depression, hope, fear, and shock are all what comes out of life. So if a dream can't hurt you, then isn't life NOT a dream? So many questions come out of life, more then there are answers too. No one knows what or where or why they were put here in this space. Some People try to prove that they are alive and they do that by leaving a part of them behind when they are gone, which is then called history. But what about those people that don't leave anything behind and don't make it into history. Does that mean that they were never truly alive from the start? Where they just some empty being walking aimlessly in this world? Or….where they alive and then become dead at same point in there life…..
He walked down the streets of Mars, with his head down and his hands in his pocket, with his shoulder length sliver hair hiding his face, in the rain. He always liked the rain. It was the only friend, besides his bird, that he had. It seems that whenever he wanted to clear his mind, it would always rain on him. He looked up at the sky and if anyone was looking could have seen his face slightly and a slight sadness in his eyes. A sadness that would have prove that he was still human and not a demon. Not a cold venoms snake, that everyone seen him to be or the snake that he pretend to be.
Then his face fell into a enmity state and he took his eyes away from the clouds. It was as if the clouds were pitying him and that was why it was raining. He hated to be pity. No one know anything about his life. No one but two people. The two people he thought he could trust the most, betrayed him. His lips fell into a thin tight line at the thought of them. He was soak to the bone and the rain became to fall heavier and the wind started to pick up. 'I hate the rain,' he mentally thought. His pace become to pick up and he walk as if he was on fire and just like a snake, ready to strike anything that move.
LIFE IS NOTHNG BUT A DREAM
Life is nothing but a dream, that the eyes play on the mind of a poor soul. It is the eyes enjoyment. People say that life has no meaning at all. Well, if life has no meaning, then why does it has a lot of emotions then? Love, hate, anger, sadness, depression, hope, fear, and shock are all what comes out of life. So if a dream can't hurt you, then isn't life NOT a dream? So many questions come out of life, more then there are answers too. No one knows what or where or why they were put here in this space. Some People try to prove that they are alive and they do that by leaving a part of them behind when they are gone, which is then called history. But what about those people that don't leave anything behind and don't make it into history. Does that mean that they were never truly alive from the start? Where they just some empty being walking aimlessly in this world? Or….where they alive and then become dead at same point in there life…..
He walked down the streets of Mars, with his head down and his hands in his pocket, with his shoulder length sliver hair hiding his face, in the rain. He always liked the rain. It was the only friend, besides his bird, that he had. It seems that whenever he wanted to clear his mind, it would always rain on him. He looked up at the sky and if anyone was looking could have seen his face slightly and a slight sadness in his eyes. A sadness that would have prove that he was still human and not a demon. Not a cold venoms snake, that everyone seen him to be or the snake that he pretend to be.
Then his face fell into a enmity state and he took his eyes away from the clouds. It was as if the clouds were pitying him and that was why it was raining. He hated to be pity. No one know anything about his life. No one but two people. The two people he thought he could trust the most, betrayed him. His lips fell into a thin tight line at the thought of them. He was soak to the bone and the rain became to fall heavier and the wind started to pick up. 'I hate the rain,' he mentally thought. His pace become to pick up and he walk as if he was on fire and just like a snake, ready to strike anything that move.