Here is the next chapter..so enjoy =D
DISCLAIMER- I STILL DON'T OWN IT......I also don't own "I'm with you" by Avril Lavigne, so ye don't have to sue me!
Chapter 3
Punch...Jab...Kick
Her fists and legs were making flying contact with the worn leather of the punching bag.
But she was just going through the motions; her mind somewhere else.
Faye stopped punching, breathing heavily. Her eyes wandered to the clock.
" How the time flys when your angry." She thought
The clock read 3 am, and she'd been in there since 9 that night. 7 hours with little to no breaks.
She suddenly noticed the burning sensation coming from her hands. She looked down and her hands were bloddy and raw from punchng the bag so much.
Taking the clean towel off the rack, she wiped her sweat covered face, arm, and legs off.
She opened the door a proceded out into the dark hallway, almost stepping on Ed, who was curled up and sleeping out in front of the door. That kid sleep about anywhere!
She finally made it into the bathroom without bumping into anything else.
Faye came to the conclusion she hated the Bebop at night. It was always so eerily quiet...no Ed making airplane noises and the sound her clacking away at her tomato, no Jet clipping his precious bonsai trees, no Spike grumbling over every little thing.
She acually missed it.
" Funny the things you take for granted..."
***********// Cowboy Bebop \\*****************
She cringed as the luke warm water slid across her raw knuckles, washing the stray blood down the drain.
After applying medicine and gauze, Faye went into her room, pulled up a chair to the window, and looked out into the clear Callisto skies.
I'm standing on a bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought you'd be here by now
Nothing but the rain. no footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
She rested her head on her palms. She watched as putlines of a flock of Callisto birds flew against the early morning sky.
" I remember when I was little...I wanted to be free as a bird with no boundries.."
That was one of the few very sketchy memories she'd obtained in the past month.
Isn't anyone trying to find me?
won't somebody come take me home?
She was startled by the sounds of soft footfalls coming from behind her.
Faye turned around to see the outline of the fluffy-haired man in the soft moonlight peeping in through her window.
It's a damn cold night
tryin' to figure out this life
take me by the hand, take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I, I'm with you
" Spike..I..."
"Shh. Don't say anything. It's me who needs to apologize."
Spike stepped closer to Faye and put his hand gingerly to her cheek. He pulled back when he felt the lump where he had hit her only hours ago.
He had some time to think, and he knew he was wrong for what he did.
" Faye, I'm sorry. I was just so mad, I lost control.
"Did you really mean what you called me?" she asked quietly
I'm looking for a place
I'm searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
Cause nothings goin' right,
and everything's a mess
and nobody wants to be alone
" No, like I said, I just got hot-headed..will you forgive me?"
Faye looked at him in the dim moonlight, his face was sincere for once; he acually meant it for once.
Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't someone come take me home?
" I guess I could forgive you this time. You're not getting off the hook this easily next time.."
He gave her the trademark Spiegel grin in return.
Spike then helped Faye into her bed.
" Want me to go get some ice for that?" he said motioning to her cheek.
" No, tomorrow maybe..I jsut want to go to bed." she replied yawning sleepily.
She took her arm out from onder the blankets to pull them up when Spike saw her hands.
" What did you do?" he asked after a few moments.
But Spike got no answer as she was already asleep.
A/N- AWWWW! wasn't that sweet?? I bet you can't wait for my next chapter! ;)
DISCLAIMER- I STILL DON'T OWN IT......I also don't own "I'm with you" by Avril Lavigne, so ye don't have to sue me!
Chapter 3
Punch...Jab...Kick
Her fists and legs were making flying contact with the worn leather of the punching bag.
But she was just going through the motions; her mind somewhere else.
Faye stopped punching, breathing heavily. Her eyes wandered to the clock.
" How the time flys when your angry." She thought
The clock read 3 am, and she'd been in there since 9 that night. 7 hours with little to no breaks.
She suddenly noticed the burning sensation coming from her hands. She looked down and her hands were bloddy and raw from punchng the bag so much.
Taking the clean towel off the rack, she wiped her sweat covered face, arm, and legs off.
She opened the door a proceded out into the dark hallway, almost stepping on Ed, who was curled up and sleeping out in front of the door. That kid sleep about anywhere!
She finally made it into the bathroom without bumping into anything else.
Faye came to the conclusion she hated the Bebop at night. It was always so eerily quiet...no Ed making airplane noises and the sound her clacking away at her tomato, no Jet clipping his precious bonsai trees, no Spike grumbling over every little thing.
She acually missed it.
" Funny the things you take for granted..."
***********// Cowboy Bebop \\*****************
She cringed as the luke warm water slid across her raw knuckles, washing the stray blood down the drain.
After applying medicine and gauze, Faye went into her room, pulled up a chair to the window, and looked out into the clear Callisto skies.
I'm standing on a bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought you'd be here by now
Nothing but the rain. no footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
She rested her head on her palms. She watched as putlines of a flock of Callisto birds flew against the early morning sky.
" I remember when I was little...I wanted to be free as a bird with no boundries.."
That was one of the few very sketchy memories she'd obtained in the past month.
Isn't anyone trying to find me?
won't somebody come take me home?
She was startled by the sounds of soft footfalls coming from behind her.
Faye turned around to see the outline of the fluffy-haired man in the soft moonlight peeping in through her window.
It's a damn cold night
tryin' to figure out this life
take me by the hand, take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I, I'm with you
" Spike..I..."
"Shh. Don't say anything. It's me who needs to apologize."
Spike stepped closer to Faye and put his hand gingerly to her cheek. He pulled back when he felt the lump where he had hit her only hours ago.
He had some time to think, and he knew he was wrong for what he did.
" Faye, I'm sorry. I was just so mad, I lost control.
"Did you really mean what you called me?" she asked quietly
I'm looking for a place
I'm searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
Cause nothings goin' right,
and everything's a mess
and nobody wants to be alone
" No, like I said, I just got hot-headed..will you forgive me?"
Faye looked at him in the dim moonlight, his face was sincere for once; he acually meant it for once.
Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't someone come take me home?
" I guess I could forgive you this time. You're not getting off the hook this easily next time.."
He gave her the trademark Spiegel grin in return.
Spike then helped Faye into her bed.
" Want me to go get some ice for that?" he said motioning to her cheek.
" No, tomorrow maybe..I jsut want to go to bed." she replied yawning sleepily.
She took her arm out from onder the blankets to pull them up when Spike saw her hands.
" What did you do?" he asked after a few moments.
But Spike got no answer as she was already asleep.
A/N- AWWWW! wasn't that sweet?? I bet you can't wait for my next chapter! ;)