{o_O;; Me does not own Cowboy Bebop. ;_; I wish.}
~*~
'And I know by your smile...
It's you...'
-That voice...-
"He's fading! Hurry up!"
-...Julia.-
~~Bzzt.~~
-You used to be able to tell me by my smile...
Not anymore.
I can't smile anymore...-
"Come on!"
~~Bzzzt.~~
-...-
Vicious's tired eyes fluttered slowly open, as if the electricity did naught but awaken the simple muscles in his eyelids. He looked at his surroundings with dark eyes: a simple hospital room, adorned in blinding white. His teeth were subconciously gritted to the point of loosening in their roots. Vicious then moved his eyes to himself. He was still wearing his ebon outfit; his eyes quickly retracted, as looking too far down caused him yet another pain. His clothes were stained with dried blood, giving the coat a moist look. The hospital bed as well was interuppted in its white patterns due to the dried crimson soaking it.
"He's alive." A wave of relief seemed to wash over the hospital workers as they each let out a long breath. Some were smiling. Vicious, however, wasn't pleased. Not at all.
-...I can't wake up from this dream...
Trapped...-
His hand twitched convulsively before moving up to cover his face. It suddenly jerked up as a doctor began prodding his wound.
"...Julia..." he murmured through grinding jaws.
"Julia?" asked the doctor. "Ah, yes, Julia. Do you wish to see her?"
"...She's alive...?"
"And well. She'll be leaving in about an hour."
"...Has a man named Spike Spiegal been in this hospital...?"
"Yes. He's suffered from a deep abdominal wound. His stomach was cut quite severly, causing some of the acid to pierce some of his vital organs..." yammered he.
"Shut up." cutted Vicious. "Is he alive?"
"Eh...?" The doctor looked down. "Yeah, by a thread. A very thin one as well. He's lucky he isn't a smoldering ruin, as a matter of fact!"
Vicious stared at the ceiling. He was alive...and so was she. If it weren't for the fact that Vicious had hardened over the years, he would've been complaining. Of course. He could never end this nightmare that was his life... The era of the Red Dragon was long over. He had nowhere to return to. And no doubt that Spike and Julia would live happily ever after...unless, of course, Spike still wanted a piece of him...
Where to go now?...
=^o_o^=
"Man, look at that...it's like a slice taken out of a chunk of meat..."
"Quit staring and get to work!"
"Alright, alright..."
Spike lay face-up on the hospital bed, seemingly unconcious. There was indeed a "slice" in his lower torso that simply shadowed down; it was as if staring into a vast, liquidated canyon seethed in capillaries...He was, however, ALIVE. He was breathing heavily and with difficulty, his teeth grinding versus each other in an attempt not to scream. Suddenly, his hands wringed out into the air in a violent motion.
"VICIOUS!" screamed the now-concious bounty hunter, alarming all in the room. The nurses gasped in astonishment.
"He's delusional; we have to treat him, and we have to treat him NOW..."
-Julia...where are you...?-
=^o_o^=
Vicious walked with a slight, depressing limp in his step out of the hospital. Physical pain no longer bothered him; however, many things were nagging at his mind. The building was blown up. They were at the top floor.
All three survived.
Even Julia, who had supposedly died before...him...and himself. Only police cars came, right? The only way he could've been there was if someone had called an ambulance...
Vicious laughed: an empty, hollow laugh; his head was thrown back in sadistic amusement. The only reason someone would even consider calling an ambulance is someone who cared for Spike Spiegal. But Julia couldn't call an ambulance...the doctor had said she would be leaving in about an hour. What about that girl? The dark-haired one with the emerald eyes that he had kidnapped once at the opera. She had called him for help...
It was a possibility, anyway. Just a wild guess.
Vicious continued walking along the path to nowhere, his hands in his pockets. Nowhere to return to...
He thought for a moment.
-...Julia...-
He knew where he was going.
He would go to Gren's.
He wanted his music box.
~*~
{o.o}
~*~
'And I know by your smile...
It's you...'
-That voice...-
"He's fading! Hurry up!"
-...Julia.-
~~Bzzt.~~
-You used to be able to tell me by my smile...
Not anymore.
I can't smile anymore...-
"Come on!"
~~Bzzzt.~~
-...-
Vicious's tired eyes fluttered slowly open, as if the electricity did naught but awaken the simple muscles in his eyelids. He looked at his surroundings with dark eyes: a simple hospital room, adorned in blinding white. His teeth were subconciously gritted to the point of loosening in their roots. Vicious then moved his eyes to himself. He was still wearing his ebon outfit; his eyes quickly retracted, as looking too far down caused him yet another pain. His clothes were stained with dried blood, giving the coat a moist look. The hospital bed as well was interuppted in its white patterns due to the dried crimson soaking it.
"He's alive." A wave of relief seemed to wash over the hospital workers as they each let out a long breath. Some were smiling. Vicious, however, wasn't pleased. Not at all.
-...I can't wake up from this dream...
Trapped...-
His hand twitched convulsively before moving up to cover his face. It suddenly jerked up as a doctor began prodding his wound.
"...Julia..." he murmured through grinding jaws.
"Julia?" asked the doctor. "Ah, yes, Julia. Do you wish to see her?"
"...She's alive...?"
"And well. She'll be leaving in about an hour."
"...Has a man named Spike Spiegal been in this hospital...?"
"Yes. He's suffered from a deep abdominal wound. His stomach was cut quite severly, causing some of the acid to pierce some of his vital organs..." yammered he.
"Shut up." cutted Vicious. "Is he alive?"
"Eh...?" The doctor looked down. "Yeah, by a thread. A very thin one as well. He's lucky he isn't a smoldering ruin, as a matter of fact!"
Vicious stared at the ceiling. He was alive...and so was she. If it weren't for the fact that Vicious had hardened over the years, he would've been complaining. Of course. He could never end this nightmare that was his life... The era of the Red Dragon was long over. He had nowhere to return to. And no doubt that Spike and Julia would live happily ever after...unless, of course, Spike still wanted a piece of him...
Where to go now?...
=^o_o^=
"Man, look at that...it's like a slice taken out of a chunk of meat..."
"Quit staring and get to work!"
"Alright, alright..."
Spike lay face-up on the hospital bed, seemingly unconcious. There was indeed a "slice" in his lower torso that simply shadowed down; it was as if staring into a vast, liquidated canyon seethed in capillaries...He was, however, ALIVE. He was breathing heavily and with difficulty, his teeth grinding versus each other in an attempt not to scream. Suddenly, his hands wringed out into the air in a violent motion.
"VICIOUS!" screamed the now-concious bounty hunter, alarming all in the room. The nurses gasped in astonishment.
"He's delusional; we have to treat him, and we have to treat him NOW..."
-Julia...where are you...?-
=^o_o^=
Vicious walked with a slight, depressing limp in his step out of the hospital. Physical pain no longer bothered him; however, many things were nagging at his mind. The building was blown up. They were at the top floor.
All three survived.
Even Julia, who had supposedly died before...him...and himself. Only police cars came, right? The only way he could've been there was if someone had called an ambulance...
Vicious laughed: an empty, hollow laugh; his head was thrown back in sadistic amusement. The only reason someone would even consider calling an ambulance is someone who cared for Spike Spiegal. But Julia couldn't call an ambulance...the doctor had said she would be leaving in about an hour. What about that girl? The dark-haired one with the emerald eyes that he had kidnapped once at the opera. She had called him for help...
It was a possibility, anyway. Just a wild guess.
Vicious continued walking along the path to nowhere, his hands in his pockets. Nowhere to return to...
He thought for a moment.
-...Julia...-
He knew where he was going.
He would go to Gren's.
He wanted his music box.
~*~
{o.o}