Yes, yes I don't own Cowboy Bebop, though it would be very awesome if I
did.
He lunged straight at me, plunging his sword into my neck. I should have been dead, but that has been true many times before. I, ignoring the extreme abnormality of the situation, looked into his face, trying to figure out who was at the moment "killing" me.
The face I stared at was not the man I knew as Vicious, but at the same time it was. "Who are you," I asked. He replied simply, "a ghost from the past." He suddenly vanished from existence, the sword in my throat no longer there. I walked on, not thinking of anything else to do about the situation.
As I turned the corner, I saw a flash of yellow. This familiar yellow that had haunted me forever and now it was traveling farther away from me.
I gave chase.
The face of the woman I was chasing turned toward me and I recognized its owner.to some extent. It was Julia, but not Julia. I couldn't understand what was happening, so I kept running.
She darted into an alleyway and as I turned around it she was already up the fire escape. I followed her threw a window and out the door of an apartment. As I turned I lost my footing and slid into a wall, leaving my sprawled across the floor.
I quickly got up, and though I had lost sight of her, she had run down a hallway with only one door.
It was marked: "ROOF"
As I ascended the stairs, I though about what I was doing. These people were dead. Why was I chasing my hallucinations through the city? "Because your dead," said a voice from behind me. "Grin," I said, " so you can read minds now?" "No, you're just thinking too loud. And to answer your question, you're dead as well. The real question is what are you doing with the living?"
I left him standing there. He melted into the shadows as I ran up the rest of the way up the stairs. I saw Julia waiting for me at the end of the building. "Why are you still here?" she asked. "What?" I stuttered. "You should have woken up from this dream a long time ago." she evaporated into the air with a sound like the whipping of the wind.
I walked over the edge. Why am I still in this dream? My life flashed before my eyes as I plummeted down to the earth, leaving me with the comforting knowledge that I was already dead.
See you space cowboy.
He lunged straight at me, plunging his sword into my neck. I should have been dead, but that has been true many times before. I, ignoring the extreme abnormality of the situation, looked into his face, trying to figure out who was at the moment "killing" me.
The face I stared at was not the man I knew as Vicious, but at the same time it was. "Who are you," I asked. He replied simply, "a ghost from the past." He suddenly vanished from existence, the sword in my throat no longer there. I walked on, not thinking of anything else to do about the situation.
As I turned the corner, I saw a flash of yellow. This familiar yellow that had haunted me forever and now it was traveling farther away from me.
I gave chase.
The face of the woman I was chasing turned toward me and I recognized its owner.to some extent. It was Julia, but not Julia. I couldn't understand what was happening, so I kept running.
She darted into an alleyway and as I turned around it she was already up the fire escape. I followed her threw a window and out the door of an apartment. As I turned I lost my footing and slid into a wall, leaving my sprawled across the floor.
I quickly got up, and though I had lost sight of her, she had run down a hallway with only one door.
It was marked: "ROOF"
As I ascended the stairs, I though about what I was doing. These people were dead. Why was I chasing my hallucinations through the city? "Because your dead," said a voice from behind me. "Grin," I said, " so you can read minds now?" "No, you're just thinking too loud. And to answer your question, you're dead as well. The real question is what are you doing with the living?"
I left him standing there. He melted into the shadows as I ran up the rest of the way up the stairs. I saw Julia waiting for me at the end of the building. "Why are you still here?" she asked. "What?" I stuttered. "You should have woken up from this dream a long time ago." she evaporated into the air with a sound like the whipping of the wind.
I walked over the edge. Why am I still in this dream? My life flashed before my eyes as I plummeted down to the earth, leaving me with the comforting knowledge that I was already dead.
See you space cowboy.