DISCLAMER: I IN NO WAY OWN COWBOY BEBOP
A/N: Hey, sorry I haven't been writing, this takes a while because of school, and personal issues. I will try to update al of my story's when ever I get the time. Thanks for Reading, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, and review!
Cowboy Bebop
Waltz for Zizi
Chapter four: the Lost one
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The lost solider looked around the poor, helpless colony. The endless rows of rubble and muck never seemed to end.
'this is what we are fighting for. This is it.' His thoughts sank into the muddy ground of hopes and dreams. His riffle butt smashed into the soft clay, and he feel to his knees, splashing mud on his Red and Blue uniform.
"this is what I've been born for. This is it." The soldiers' eyes closed, and he landed in the mud, with a sickening splat, as a bullet ripped though his ribcage.
Its just another sad love song
Its just another sad love song.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Spike woke up with a start, and looked around. 'what am I doing in the lounge?' his mind raced, as he racked around his brain for the answer that he knew would come soon. 'what was that dream.'
The sound of Faye's clicking heals made his head turn. "your up." She said simply, sat down next to him, and turned on the TV "oh, there is no use!" then turned it of, and slammed the remote down on the table. "I hate the news." With that retort, she left the lounge to do, god knows what.
Spike reached for the remote (giving up on his dream, and the reason he's in the lounge) and turned the TV on, again.
"THE WAR WILL ONLY DO GOOD! Our soldiers are trained!" the chubby Mexican spat at his colleges, in uncontrollable anger.
"all that has happened, so far, Mr. Armando, is cause useless blood shed for no particular reason! We have experienced this century after century. Violence only breeds more violence. We did not come to the colonies to fight." One argued back.
"this again?" Spike sighed, and changed the channel. 'is that all they can think of?' his mind wandered, as he flipped though the channels. 'who is the one.' Spike paused the TV to a particular channel.
"oh, Bob! How could you?" the young lady smacked the hot guy in blue jeans in the face.
"Mary, I can explain!" the young **hot** man said a little dully, and Spike changed the channel, yet again.
"I love you, you love me, so lets all go to smart mart. They have everything that you will ever need." the annoying children sang.
'OH, COME ON, I'M SICK ENOUGH!' Spike's mind screamed, and turned the TV off.
"channel surfing, again, Spike? Give the remote a break." Jet called out, though the kitchen, a little late. "donner il tout loin l'avoir à venir la maison à." Jet sighed, and continued to cook.
"Hey, Jet, the toilet is backed up. . . again." Faye hollered from the tiny bathroom, and Jet scorned.
"Si son Jaune il permettre de Mûrit Si son Eclat Brun il en bas." He told him self quietly, turned of the cooked bell peppers and beef.
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The fallen soldier slowly got up, and looked around. 'where am I?' was his number one concern, as he looked at the bloody mess that lay before him.
"where am I?" he screamed, and no one gave a reply. "where am I?"
"be quiet, young man." An old man beckoned in the distance. "and I will tell you the questions that crush though your lonely heart."
The soldier ran his fingers though his green hair, and sat down, ready to listen.
"there was one a little boy, and no matter what he did, he couldn't escape the poverty that imprisoned his family. Well. One day, he decided to do something about his poverty, and so he stole 1000 wu long. In the process, he shot and killed 4 people, was hunted down by the police, and killed."
The tall green haired Lunkhead ((a/n: hint, hint)) scratched his head, and wondered what the story meant. Then, the old man got up, and slowly walked away.
"wait! Old man!" the young man called after the gray haired old man, who paused. "what do you mean? What are you talking about?"
"don't rush into things, lad, and don't underestimate the power of evil." The tall young man frowned at that statement, and watched his father walk away and disappear into the valley of blood, and mingled bodies. Never to be seen again.
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Spike woke up, yet again, in a sweat, ran to Edwards laptop, and looked up Mordrid.
Name: Mordrid Sex: Male Age: unknown Blood type: unknown
There aren't many files on this guy. What is known has been hidden by the Red Dragon Syndicate a long time back. It is suspected that Adem is his current confident. Although his location isn't completely known, it is known that their activity basis around Mars.
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"that's it?" the lanky cowboy scrolled down to the end of the computer's screen, as if hoping the words would pop up out of nowhere. 'nothing.' Spike sighed like a beat dog, and laid down on the yellow couch.
'maybe it will come in a dream.' He sighed yet again, and closed his mitch matched brown eyes.
But he couldn't seem to sleep. 'when ever you want sleep, it never comes!' Spike thought angrily, as he stood up, and went to the bathroom for an over due shave.
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Sorry this has taken extremly long, and is so short. I even had to re- upload the whole story. Lol. Please read and review, and if your new to the story, read Endless Epic before this one, thanks.
~F.F~
A/N: Hey, sorry I haven't been writing, this takes a while because of school, and personal issues. I will try to update al of my story's when ever I get the time. Thanks for Reading, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, and review!
Cowboy Bebop
Waltz for Zizi
Chapter four: the Lost one
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
The lost solider looked around the poor, helpless colony. The endless rows of rubble and muck never seemed to end.
'this is what we are fighting for. This is it.' His thoughts sank into the muddy ground of hopes and dreams. His riffle butt smashed into the soft clay, and he feel to his knees, splashing mud on his Red and Blue uniform.
"this is what I've been born for. This is it." The soldiers' eyes closed, and he landed in the mud, with a sickening splat, as a bullet ripped though his ribcage.
Its just another sad love song
Its just another sad love song.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Spike woke up with a start, and looked around. 'what am I doing in the lounge?' his mind raced, as he racked around his brain for the answer that he knew would come soon. 'what was that dream.'
The sound of Faye's clicking heals made his head turn. "your up." She said simply, sat down next to him, and turned on the TV "oh, there is no use!" then turned it of, and slammed the remote down on the table. "I hate the news." With that retort, she left the lounge to do, god knows what.
Spike reached for the remote (giving up on his dream, and the reason he's in the lounge) and turned the TV on, again.
"THE WAR WILL ONLY DO GOOD! Our soldiers are trained!" the chubby Mexican spat at his colleges, in uncontrollable anger.
"all that has happened, so far, Mr. Armando, is cause useless blood shed for no particular reason! We have experienced this century after century. Violence only breeds more violence. We did not come to the colonies to fight." One argued back.
"this again?" Spike sighed, and changed the channel. 'is that all they can think of?' his mind wandered, as he flipped though the channels. 'who is the one.' Spike paused the TV to a particular channel.
"oh, Bob! How could you?" the young lady smacked the hot guy in blue jeans in the face.
"Mary, I can explain!" the young **hot** man said a little dully, and Spike changed the channel, yet again.
"I love you, you love me, so lets all go to smart mart. They have everything that you will ever need." the annoying children sang.
'OH, COME ON, I'M SICK ENOUGH!' Spike's mind screamed, and turned the TV off.
"channel surfing, again, Spike? Give the remote a break." Jet called out, though the kitchen, a little late. "donner il tout loin l'avoir à venir la maison à." Jet sighed, and continued to cook.
"Hey, Jet, the toilet is backed up. . . again." Faye hollered from the tiny bathroom, and Jet scorned.
"Si son Jaune il permettre de Mûrit Si son Eclat Brun il en bas." He told him self quietly, turned of the cooked bell peppers and beef.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
The fallen soldier slowly got up, and looked around. 'where am I?' was his number one concern, as he looked at the bloody mess that lay before him.
"where am I?" he screamed, and no one gave a reply. "where am I?"
"be quiet, young man." An old man beckoned in the distance. "and I will tell you the questions that crush though your lonely heart."
The soldier ran his fingers though his green hair, and sat down, ready to listen.
"there was one a little boy, and no matter what he did, he couldn't escape the poverty that imprisoned his family. Well. One day, he decided to do something about his poverty, and so he stole 1000 wu long. In the process, he shot and killed 4 people, was hunted down by the police, and killed."
The tall green haired Lunkhead ((a/n: hint, hint)) scratched his head, and wondered what the story meant. Then, the old man got up, and slowly walked away.
"wait! Old man!" the young man called after the gray haired old man, who paused. "what do you mean? What are you talking about?"
"don't rush into things, lad, and don't underestimate the power of evil." The tall young man frowned at that statement, and watched his father walk away and disappear into the valley of blood, and mingled bodies. Never to be seen again.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Spike woke up, yet again, in a sweat, ran to Edwards laptop, and looked up Mordrid.
Name: Mordrid Sex: Male Age: unknown Blood type: unknown
There aren't many files on this guy. What is known has been hidden by the Red Dragon Syndicate a long time back. It is suspected that Adem is his current confident. Although his location isn't completely known, it is known that their activity basis around Mars.
%%%
"that's it?" the lanky cowboy scrolled down to the end of the computer's screen, as if hoping the words would pop up out of nowhere. 'nothing.' Spike sighed like a beat dog, and laid down on the yellow couch.
'maybe it will come in a dream.' He sighed yet again, and closed his mitch matched brown eyes.
But he couldn't seem to sleep. 'when ever you want sleep, it never comes!' Spike thought angrily, as he stood up, and went to the bathroom for an over due shave.
*~*~~~~~~
Sorry this has taken extremly long, and is so short. I even had to re- upload the whole story. Lol. Please read and review, and if your new to the story, read Endless Epic before this one, thanks.
~F.F~