"BEBOP BLUES"
AN: Cowboy Bebop doesn't belong to me (yeah, I wish). I just wrote the fic.
Who is Cain? Someone I made up on the spur of the moment I s'ppose. I just love that name ^_~
No really, some light will be shed in this chapter. Thanks for still reading! I really appreciate the reviews. Let the showdown begin...
Session 4: YOU'RE NO GOOD
Faye shook her head groggily to wake up from her stupor.
"What the hell happened?" she asked to no one in particular.
All she remembered was going after her bounty; some penny ante drug dealer who had a particularly large bounty on his head. Then it all came back to her. Little did she know, that she would be walking right into a planned ambush. They had cornered her into an isolated alley. It had been five against one. Normally, she could take them on, but someone had stuck a needle in her arm. Within seconds, she became dizzy and lost consciousness and ended up here. But where exactly was here?
She tried to reach for her gun inside her jacket, but found that her hands were tied above her head as she was lying on a large bed in a strange room with high ceilings and lavish furnishings. She then proceeded to let out a string of expletives to express her frustration. (A/N: Just use your imagination, knowing Faye, heh heh)
"Where did you learn to swear like that Miss Valentine? I'd swear you'd put a sailor to shame," a low throaty voice came from across the room.
"Who are you and what do you want from me?" she demanded. Faye didn't appreciate being hog-tied like some barn animal.
"Where ARE my manners? Allow me to introduce myself," he replied walking up to her. "My name is Cain."
"I don't care if you're the freaking queen of England."
He chuckled to himself. "You live up to your reputation Miss Valentine."
"Cut the crap. What do you want?"
"Unfortunately, nothing from you. You're going to help me reach a 'dear old friend' of mine whom I haven't seen in a long time. I believe you know him quite well."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied carefully. She knew Spike had a somewhat shady past, and she would rather not know about it. That's what got her in the mess she was in right now, anyway.
He sat down next to her and crossed his legs casually. Faye stiffened like a cat. She always hated being in a vulnerable position.
"Don't be coy. It insults us both," he replied dangerously. "I know that you happen to know Spike Spiegel quite well. And I also happen to know that he's come in contact with you very recently."
She smirked casually. "Then you would also know that he couldn't care less of what happens to me. And the feeling is mutual."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Because I'm a woman?" she scoffed.
"Because my sources tell me that he's on his way right now."
"That lunkhead!" she thought to herself. "He'll get us both killed."
"What are you going to do to me?"
"I haven't decided yet. But I would advise you not to do anything foolish."
He took out a pocket knife and traced its sharp metal edge very gently along her cheek curving down to the base of her throat, where it rested.
"Because I am not someone you want to trifle with."
Faye held her breath in fear until he left the room.
Spike silently piloted the Swordfish through the dimensional gate. Destination: the former headquarters of the Red Dragons on Mars. Jet had insisted on coming along, but he had managed to persuade his friend to wait until morning when they had made a plan of action. But being his usual impetuous self he had left in the middle of the night alone, without telling him, or Julia. The last time he had come to rescue Faye, his reasons for going had been to deal with Vicious. After all, it wasn't his fault that Faye went on her own to see Mao Yenrai. But this time it was different. Now, it was his fault that Faye was in trouble. And with Cain involved, he didn't know if she'd still be in one piece. He gritted his teeth angrily. If Cain even touched a single hair on her head, he would make him pay dearly.
Cain Xanatos...Sid Vicious' older half-brother, who had been in and out of the organization since Spike first hooked up with the Red Dragons. He had been one of the few people who had that luxury. But he had left when saw that the elders were tightening their stranglehold on the organization. Vicious never mentioned him again since he left. But Spike should have known that Cain wouldn't let him get away with killing his brother.
"I'm coming Faye. Hold on," he said with determination.
Spike walked up to the crumbled remains of the building that used to be the headquarters of the Red Dragons. He stopped and looked up, shoving his hands into his overcoat pockets. He had vowed never to return again after leaving with Julia. Yet here he was, walking into what was most likely a trap. He took the cigarette from his mouth and ground it under his shoe. Time meet his destiny.
He took out his trusty gun in one hand and took the elevator to the top floor. He wasn't too worried about anyone trying to gun him down. After all, Cain wanted the pleasure of killing him with his own hands.
Spike walked out of the elevator cautiously and looked around the remains of what used to be the top floor. The lights were turned off. It was quiet. Too quiet.
"Long time, no see, Spike. I'm glad you decided to accept my invitation," Cain said from the other end of the room. Suddenly a light appeared illuminating the former Red Dragon. He was sitting cross-legged at the top of the stairs.
"I really didn't have much choice," he replied sarcastically walking up to the platform.
He narrowed his eyelids as he watched Spike. The gray pupils contrasted sharply with his dark clothing. "There are always choices. You chose to kill my brother. I choose to kill you."
"Where's Faye?" he demanded.
Cain pressed a button on the armrest of his chair and a panel in the wall opened up showing an unconcious Faye. Spike's hands balled into fists as he saw the state she was in. Her wrists had been tied to two posts as her limp figure slumped down like a rag doll. A thin trail of blood trickled from the side of her mouth.
"I'll kill you for this, Cain," Spike vowed angrily and took out his gun, pointing it at the other man.
"Not if I don't kill you first," he replied, getting up and taking out a rod from inside his coat. With a push of a button, two blades emerged from each end of the rod, forming a double-edged sword. He wielded the weapon with expertise and confidence, daring Spike to make the first move.
Spike fired three rounds directly at him, but Cain was able to deflect the bullets easily.
"How typical. You always were so predictable, Spike."
"And you were always so overconfident," he replied taking out another gun from his coat and starting shooting simultaneously.
Cain ran towards him and quickly knocked both guns out of his hands and pointed one end of the blade of his sword at this throat.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" Spike taunted.
"I've waited a long time for this moment. I'm not about to let you die so easily. I prefer a challenge."
He picked up another sword and handed it to Spike, knowing that it was not his first choice of weapons.
"You're sick, do you know that?" he said, reluctantly taking the weapon.
Cain just grinned evilly. "Perhaps I am. Shall we?"
Spike tried his best to cut him, but he had the unfair advantage as Cain was able to block each hit. He spent most of the time ducking and dodging, being on the defensive.
Faye began to wake up from her groggy state and lifted her head.
"Spike?" she said weakly. Was it really him? He looked like he was in trouble by the looks of things. Some things never change.
Cain's thugs had roughed her up, but they hadn't broken her spirit. When they tied her up, she had used the old trick of tensing up so that she would be able to slip her hands out of the ropes when they weren't looking. The two men were so engrossed in their fight, that they didn't even notice her. Spike's gun had been knocked over to the other side of the room. She picked it up and tried to zero in on Cain. Damn it! It was impossible to shoot when both of them were moving around.
Cain finally knocked Spike's sword out of his hands and kicked him on the side of his ribs, making him fall to the floor. He was tired of playing games. Time to end this once and for all. He came over and stepped on his chest, making Spike grunt in pain. He raised his sword, poised to make the final kill.
"Goodbye Spike."
"See you in hell Cain," Faye replied, before shooting him in the back several times.
Cain's body contorted as he collapsed. "How ironic," he murmurmed before letting out his last breath.
Just in the Nick of Time Cowboy
To be continued...
Written by: Babboo on 8/17/02
AN: Cowboy Bebop doesn't belong to me (yeah, I wish). I just wrote the fic.
Who is Cain? Someone I made up on the spur of the moment I s'ppose. I just love that name ^_~
No really, some light will be shed in this chapter. Thanks for still reading! I really appreciate the reviews. Let the showdown begin...
Session 4: YOU'RE NO GOOD
Faye shook her head groggily to wake up from her stupor.
"What the hell happened?" she asked to no one in particular.
All she remembered was going after her bounty; some penny ante drug dealer who had a particularly large bounty on his head. Then it all came back to her. Little did she know, that she would be walking right into a planned ambush. They had cornered her into an isolated alley. It had been five against one. Normally, she could take them on, but someone had stuck a needle in her arm. Within seconds, she became dizzy and lost consciousness and ended up here. But where exactly was here?
She tried to reach for her gun inside her jacket, but found that her hands were tied above her head as she was lying on a large bed in a strange room with high ceilings and lavish furnishings. She then proceeded to let out a string of expletives to express her frustration. (A/N: Just use your imagination, knowing Faye, heh heh)
"Where did you learn to swear like that Miss Valentine? I'd swear you'd put a sailor to shame," a low throaty voice came from across the room.
"Who are you and what do you want from me?" she demanded. Faye didn't appreciate being hog-tied like some barn animal.
"Where ARE my manners? Allow me to introduce myself," he replied walking up to her. "My name is Cain."
"I don't care if you're the freaking queen of England."
He chuckled to himself. "You live up to your reputation Miss Valentine."
"Cut the crap. What do you want?"
"Unfortunately, nothing from you. You're going to help me reach a 'dear old friend' of mine whom I haven't seen in a long time. I believe you know him quite well."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied carefully. She knew Spike had a somewhat shady past, and she would rather not know about it. That's what got her in the mess she was in right now, anyway.
He sat down next to her and crossed his legs casually. Faye stiffened like a cat. She always hated being in a vulnerable position.
"Don't be coy. It insults us both," he replied dangerously. "I know that you happen to know Spike Spiegel quite well. And I also happen to know that he's come in contact with you very recently."
She smirked casually. "Then you would also know that he couldn't care less of what happens to me. And the feeling is mutual."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Because I'm a woman?" she scoffed.
"Because my sources tell me that he's on his way right now."
"That lunkhead!" she thought to herself. "He'll get us both killed."
"What are you going to do to me?"
"I haven't decided yet. But I would advise you not to do anything foolish."
He took out a pocket knife and traced its sharp metal edge very gently along her cheek curving down to the base of her throat, where it rested.
"Because I am not someone you want to trifle with."
Faye held her breath in fear until he left the room.
Spike silently piloted the Swordfish through the dimensional gate. Destination: the former headquarters of the Red Dragons on Mars. Jet had insisted on coming along, but he had managed to persuade his friend to wait until morning when they had made a plan of action. But being his usual impetuous self he had left in the middle of the night alone, without telling him, or Julia. The last time he had come to rescue Faye, his reasons for going had been to deal with Vicious. After all, it wasn't his fault that Faye went on her own to see Mao Yenrai. But this time it was different. Now, it was his fault that Faye was in trouble. And with Cain involved, he didn't know if she'd still be in one piece. He gritted his teeth angrily. If Cain even touched a single hair on her head, he would make him pay dearly.
Cain Xanatos...Sid Vicious' older half-brother, who had been in and out of the organization since Spike first hooked up with the Red Dragons. He had been one of the few people who had that luxury. But he had left when saw that the elders were tightening their stranglehold on the organization. Vicious never mentioned him again since he left. But Spike should have known that Cain wouldn't let him get away with killing his brother.
"I'm coming Faye. Hold on," he said with determination.
Spike walked up to the crumbled remains of the building that used to be the headquarters of the Red Dragons. He stopped and looked up, shoving his hands into his overcoat pockets. He had vowed never to return again after leaving with Julia. Yet here he was, walking into what was most likely a trap. He took the cigarette from his mouth and ground it under his shoe. Time meet his destiny.
He took out his trusty gun in one hand and took the elevator to the top floor. He wasn't too worried about anyone trying to gun him down. After all, Cain wanted the pleasure of killing him with his own hands.
Spike walked out of the elevator cautiously and looked around the remains of what used to be the top floor. The lights were turned off. It was quiet. Too quiet.
"Long time, no see, Spike. I'm glad you decided to accept my invitation," Cain said from the other end of the room. Suddenly a light appeared illuminating the former Red Dragon. He was sitting cross-legged at the top of the stairs.
"I really didn't have much choice," he replied sarcastically walking up to the platform.
He narrowed his eyelids as he watched Spike. The gray pupils contrasted sharply with his dark clothing. "There are always choices. You chose to kill my brother. I choose to kill you."
"Where's Faye?" he demanded.
Cain pressed a button on the armrest of his chair and a panel in the wall opened up showing an unconcious Faye. Spike's hands balled into fists as he saw the state she was in. Her wrists had been tied to two posts as her limp figure slumped down like a rag doll. A thin trail of blood trickled from the side of her mouth.
"I'll kill you for this, Cain," Spike vowed angrily and took out his gun, pointing it at the other man.
"Not if I don't kill you first," he replied, getting up and taking out a rod from inside his coat. With a push of a button, two blades emerged from each end of the rod, forming a double-edged sword. He wielded the weapon with expertise and confidence, daring Spike to make the first move.
Spike fired three rounds directly at him, but Cain was able to deflect the bullets easily.
"How typical. You always were so predictable, Spike."
"And you were always so overconfident," he replied taking out another gun from his coat and starting shooting simultaneously.
Cain ran towards him and quickly knocked both guns out of his hands and pointed one end of the blade of his sword at this throat.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" Spike taunted.
"I've waited a long time for this moment. I'm not about to let you die so easily. I prefer a challenge."
He picked up another sword and handed it to Spike, knowing that it was not his first choice of weapons.
"You're sick, do you know that?" he said, reluctantly taking the weapon.
Cain just grinned evilly. "Perhaps I am. Shall we?"
Spike tried his best to cut him, but he had the unfair advantage as Cain was able to block each hit. He spent most of the time ducking and dodging, being on the defensive.
Faye began to wake up from her groggy state and lifted her head.
"Spike?" she said weakly. Was it really him? He looked like he was in trouble by the looks of things. Some things never change.
Cain's thugs had roughed her up, but they hadn't broken her spirit. When they tied her up, she had used the old trick of tensing up so that she would be able to slip her hands out of the ropes when they weren't looking. The two men were so engrossed in their fight, that they didn't even notice her. Spike's gun had been knocked over to the other side of the room. She picked it up and tried to zero in on Cain. Damn it! It was impossible to shoot when both of them were moving around.
Cain finally knocked Spike's sword out of his hands and kicked him on the side of his ribs, making him fall to the floor. He was tired of playing games. Time to end this once and for all. He came over and stepped on his chest, making Spike grunt in pain. He raised his sword, poised to make the final kill.
"Goodbye Spike."
"See you in hell Cain," Faye replied, before shooting him in the back several times.
Cain's body contorted as he collapsed. "How ironic," he murmurmed before letting out his last breath.
Just in the Nick of Time Cowboy
To be continued...
Written by: Babboo on 8/17/02
