Chapter 3 of After Cowboy Bebop.
A loud humming noise overwhelmed the streets. Nobody seemed to care though. " What is tha," Ed was cut off by Jet resting his and in Ed's shoulder. She turned. He smiled, a relieved smile. Shane smiled as well, but as if it were shameful, he tipped his hat over his face. He began to walk away. He the stopped in his tracks and flung around, gun pointed, to see Jet pointed his gun at him. " I trusted you damnit!" " Sorry, I am broke now, so you can imagine what it'll be with a kid, not that she needs schoolin', she is a genius, but the food it takes to raise her. " There are still more children I need to help. I don't think this situation will end, because children are being born on earth everyday. Don't even try. There are others for you to get. Just pretend you never actually met me." Jet was quivering, not sure what to do. He began to sweat, and then he put his gun down. He sighed. By now people were avoiding this place. Jet lifted Ed and put her on his shoulders, and she wrapped her legs around his neck. Jet was walking away when.a gun fired several times. It made a clapping noise, and then ended with the ting of the shell hitting the ground. Ed dropped as Jet swung around. He saw a man that looked like an Al Behd from FF10. Blood was squirting from where his heart was. He fell to the ground gasping for air. His last movement was to pull the trigger in his gun. His gun made a ping noise when it was fired. A red dust cloud erupted from Shane's body. Shane fell to the ground as a feather would, making a sickening thud. " Shit!" was his last words as a drop of blood trickled down his mouth. An old man and a boy approached. The old man was tall and muscular. He had normal blonde hair witch had obviously been died that color. He wore a tuxedo, he seemed wealth. He also carried a sword for some odd reason. " Evade your eyes, child," said the old man. The young boy seemed to be his great grandson. The old man's hazel blue eyes stared straight at the man wearing a black cape, who stood next to his fallen comrade. He pulled out a sword. His one foot pounded on the ground slid forward. In an instat his sword was drawn and had dug half way into his opponent's. The man with the black cape seemed to be withhold in a scream. " Now you will shed tears of scarlet." The old man's sword slid forward through his opponent's sword then straight through the middle of his eyes and out the other side of his head. The top half of his head fell first, hit the ground and rolled like a coin, leaving a bloody trail. Next the body fell. It hit the ground with a crack.
A loud humming noise overwhelmed the streets. Nobody seemed to care though. " What is tha," Ed was cut off by Jet resting his and in Ed's shoulder. She turned. He smiled, a relieved smile. Shane smiled as well, but as if it were shameful, he tipped his hat over his face. He began to walk away. He the stopped in his tracks and flung around, gun pointed, to see Jet pointed his gun at him. " I trusted you damnit!" " Sorry, I am broke now, so you can imagine what it'll be with a kid, not that she needs schoolin', she is a genius, but the food it takes to raise her. " There are still more children I need to help. I don't think this situation will end, because children are being born on earth everyday. Don't even try. There are others for you to get. Just pretend you never actually met me." Jet was quivering, not sure what to do. He began to sweat, and then he put his gun down. He sighed. By now people were avoiding this place. Jet lifted Ed and put her on his shoulders, and she wrapped her legs around his neck. Jet was walking away when.a gun fired several times. It made a clapping noise, and then ended with the ting of the shell hitting the ground. Ed dropped as Jet swung around. He saw a man that looked like an Al Behd from FF10. Blood was squirting from where his heart was. He fell to the ground gasping for air. His last movement was to pull the trigger in his gun. His gun made a ping noise when it was fired. A red dust cloud erupted from Shane's body. Shane fell to the ground as a feather would, making a sickening thud. " Shit!" was his last words as a drop of blood trickled down his mouth. An old man and a boy approached. The old man was tall and muscular. He had normal blonde hair witch had obviously been died that color. He wore a tuxedo, he seemed wealth. He also carried a sword for some odd reason. " Evade your eyes, child," said the old man. The young boy seemed to be his great grandson. The old man's hazel blue eyes stared straight at the man wearing a black cape, who stood next to his fallen comrade. He pulled out a sword. His one foot pounded on the ground slid forward. In an instat his sword was drawn and had dug half way into his opponent's. The man with the black cape seemed to be withhold in a scream. " Now you will shed tears of scarlet." The old man's sword slid forward through his opponent's sword then straight through the middle of his eyes and out the other side of his head. The top half of his head fell first, hit the ground and rolled like a coin, leaving a bloody trail. Next the body fell. It hit the ground with a crack.