Bonnie & Clyde
AN: Ok well you've heard of Bonnie and Clyde.they were young.... they were in love. they killed people. They were a living legend till they were killed.together. I thought their story is perfect for Faye and Spike so here is my new fic Bonnie & Clyde.this fic might be different from their true life and the movie but it's my version of their life, S/F style. The story will be told in both Spike's POV and Faye's. I'm gonna try and get inside their heads but if I do a bad job of that I'm very sorry. I'm gonna use some lines from the 1967 movie Bonnie and Clyde starrin' Warren Beatty (when he was cute) and Faye Dunaway (FAYE!). Ok uhhh this is kinda hard ta say but in the movie Clyde was suppose to impotent and so in this story that's not the problem with Spike he's problem is more psychological. Any who I hope you like it!
Chapter One: In West Dallas
*Hot Summer Day in 1931, Faye's POV*
'Where is my life going.what am I doing here?' I thought looking into my dresser mirror. A cheaply varnished old oak wood framed the oval glass. I looked down at the items that were scattered on the wooden dresser top. My hands fluttered over the blush brushes, combs and tubes of lipstick till I found a dull silver one and picked it up. I pulled the thin tin cap off quickly. I smacked my lips together as I twisted the tube until the ruby red stick popped out. I looked back into the mirror and gently drug the lipstick across my full lips turning their pale pink color to a vibrant scarlet. I twisted the lipstick back down before placing the silver tin cap back on it. I carelessly threw it back on the dresser as I straightened up. I picked up a white ivory comb and ran it through my dark violet hair. As I brushed my hair I stared at the reflection of my naked body in the mirror. I looked at my body in disgust; no one would love a gal like me. 'Maybe one day I'll escape from this depression stricken town.' I placed the comb down on the dresser as I looked in the mirror for the last time pouting. I picked up a yellow headband that lay on the dresser and placed it in my hair. I sighed as I fell back on my spring bed and bounced slightly before falling still. " Is this my life?" I thought aloud looking at the metal bars on my bed frame. I grabbed them with my pale slender hands and shook them gently. 'Will I always be trapped behind these bars? Chained down to this go no where life?' I let go of the bars as I got off the bed and turned to my dark green dressing screen. I walked behind it to get dressed for work. As I was about to pick up my cloths I looked out the screen window from my second story room. I cocked my head as I saw young man standing by my mother's car looking around conspicuously. I moved closer to the window and yelled down to him. "Hey boy, what you doin' with my Mama's car?" He stood up and spun around looking up at my direction. His hand came to the back of his head to keep his white fedora from falling off. I saw his eyes squint before they readjusted and an impish grin flashed across his thin lips. 'Who is he? What's he doin'?' I thought before I called back down to him. "Wait there!" I pulled on my under things and grabbed a pale purple blouse and white knee length skirt and put them on.
*Spike's POV*
The hot sun beat down on the back of my unprotected neck as I saw a car just sitting in the yard of an old two-story house waiting for me. I walked up to it with my hands stuffed in my pockets nonchalantly. 'I could use a car.' I thought looking around making sure no one saw me as I pulled up the brown fabric of my pant leg and squatted down towards the car. "Hey boy, what you doin' with my Mama's car?" I heard a feminine voice call from the house that the yard belonged to. I stood up quickly and turned to find the owner of the voice. I looked up and pulled my hand to the back of my head instinctively before my hat could fall off. I squinted as the sun blared in my eyes preventing me from seeing the woman. My eyes focused as I saw a beautiful young woman looking out of a screen window on the second floor. She was naked. I felt a mischievous grin pull at the corners of my thin lips. She yelled for me to wait there, which I did. I heard a loud clunking noise, as she reemerged dressed. I continued to smile as she sauntered up to me swaying her beautifully curved hips. I cocked an eyebrow as she spoke again. "Ain't you ashamed? You're tryin' to steal an ol' lady's automobile." She asked me. I smiled as I came up with an answer.
"Well now what you talkin' 'bout miss I was actually thinkin' 'bout buyin' myself a car." I told the young woman as she crossed her arms and looked at me sideways. Her beautiful violet hair was being blown by a soft wind. A few stray strands blew across her piercing emerald eyes.
"Bull." She said in a drawn out southern accent, as she looked me up and down. "You ain't got da money ta buy yourself a car." She said smiling as I got an idea.
"Well I'll tell ya somin' I do got enough money ta buy a couple of Coke's." I grinned slyly as I continued to talk. "If ya wanna come in ta town with me I'll buy ya one." I offered trailing off. Her expression turned detached and indifferent.
She signed, "Well I'm goin' ta work anyway."
I started walking. She walked beside me. "So what kinda work ya in?" I asked as she looked over at me.
"None of your business boy." she smiled at me as I leaned in.
"I bet you're a movie star." I smiled haughtily. I knew she couldn't help but smile. "A lady mechanic?"
"No." she replied with an honest smile.
"A maid?" she stopped.
"What do you think I am?" she asked brushing a few strands of purple hair behind her ear as I continued.
"A waitress." She didn't say anything for a while so I knew I was right. She tried to change the subject to me.
"Well what about you? What line a work you in, when you're not stealin' cars?" I smiled and took off my hat; this had been a nervous compulsion I had had for a while. I nodded and replied.
"Well, I'll tell ya, uh, I'm lookin' for suitable employment right at the moment."
"Yes but what did ya do before that?" She asked pointing a finger at me as she turned around walking backwards. I stopped and put my fedora back on.
"State Prison." I chuckled slightly after saying that. She stopped abruptly.
"State Prison!" She paused for a moment then replied with a snide remark. "Well I guess some lil ol' lady wasn't so nice." I looked at her.
"It was armed robbery." I said told her in a proud voice.
"My my the things that turn up in the streets these days."
As we walked into the deserted main street we started talking. There was nothing on "Main Street". I walked away from the young woman for a moment to see that the movie theater that had a large wooden sign nailed across the door that said in red letters "CLOSED". 'What a boring town.' "What do ya'll do around here for a good time? Listen to the grass grow?" I asked her with a leer. She looked at me turning around to face me still walking.
"Well I guess you must a had a grand ol' time up at state prison." She said in a mock fancy tone as she pranced around while walking. I looked at her side ways. 'Spunky lil girl eh? Got som' spirit!' I tried to think of something else to say. I stopped walking and looked down at my shoes.
"I tell ya, see ma right foot?"
"Yeah." she looked down at my foot. I pointed down to it.
"I chopped two toes off that foot with an axe." She stopped walking and looked up at me.
"Why?"
"Ta get off of work detail." I told her in a bragging manner. "Ya wanna see it?" I asked excited as I walked over to a fire hydrant to prop my foot up.
"N-n-n-ooo!" She told me walking over to where I was as I stopped untying my shoe. She straightened up.
"I certainly don't intend to stand here in the middle of Main Street and a look at your dirty feet." She told me pretending to drop something just to look closer at my shoe before standing up and walking away. I walked after her as she stopped again. She turned to me in disbelief. "Boy did you really do that?" I grinned before continuing to talk to the gas station to buy the Cokes.
*Gas Station/ Drug Store*
"Thanks." I said paying the young man behind the counter as he handed me the glass bottles. I clambered down the step to where the young woman was standing by a gas pump. As I walked towards her I bounced the matchstick that I held loosely between my lips up and down. I handed her a bottle as she took it and opened it and started to drink it down. I opened mine and brought it to my lips and moved the matchstick to the side of the bottle opening so I could drink it. She took the bottle from her ruby red painted lips.
She smiled flirtatiously, "So what's it like?" I looked at her as I stopped drinking.
"What you mean? Prison?"
"No.Armed robbery." I looked at her impish face as I replied.
"I don't know. It's not really like anything."
"Shooot. I knew it you neva robbed no place, you faka." She looked at me accusingly. 'Faker!?!' I thought. I held my Coke bottle in my left hand as I pulled out a pistol from my inside jacket pocket with my right. I crossed my arms as I put my right hand under my left arm and held the pistol at hip level. I turned my head and coughed to try and bring attention to the gun but still act inconspicuous. I squinted my eyes looking around in the bright like as I continued to bounce the matchstick between my lips. I felt her touch the pistol making sure it was real as she ran her finger up the barrel. I knew she must have been intrigued by me, I guess I really wasn't like any one she'd ever met. "Yeah but I bet you'd neva have the gumption to use it." She told me stepping away slightly.
I looked down at the ground as I stopped bouncing the matchstick. I bit it with my teeth as it stood rigid and straight. (How do all legends start? Hell they wanted to impress a hot girl.) I shook my head before looking back up at the bright light. I sighed.
"Alright. You just wait right here and you keep your eyes open." I told her before walking towards the drug store where I had bought the Coke. She followed me a little and stopped in the middle of the deserted road. I spit the matchstick out of my mouth as I jumped up the step quickly to the store. I walked up to the young man again told him to give me the money in the cash box threatening him with the loaded gun. He opened the cash box and handed me all the bills and I kept the gun on him as I backed out of the store. I saw the woman and showed her the bills as her jaw dropped slightly. "Come on." I whispered to her as we ran towards a parked car in the road. The young man ran out of the store and started to chase after me but, caught up in the adrenaline rush, I fired the pistol right about his head and he stopped. The woman got in the car as I pulled up the side cover on the engine and hot-wired it.
"Hey what's your name any how?" I looked up at her as I closed the cover.
"Spike Spiegel." I told her smile before I jumped into the car on the driver's side. She moved over to the passenger seat.
"Hi, I'm Faye Valentine. Please ta meet ya." **************************************************************************** **
AN: Hehehe, please please PLEASE tell me what you think!!!
AN: Ok well you've heard of Bonnie and Clyde.they were young.... they were in love. they killed people. They were a living legend till they were killed.together. I thought their story is perfect for Faye and Spike so here is my new fic Bonnie & Clyde.this fic might be different from their true life and the movie but it's my version of their life, S/F style. The story will be told in both Spike's POV and Faye's. I'm gonna try and get inside their heads but if I do a bad job of that I'm very sorry. I'm gonna use some lines from the 1967 movie Bonnie and Clyde starrin' Warren Beatty (when he was cute) and Faye Dunaway (FAYE!). Ok uhhh this is kinda hard ta say but in the movie Clyde was suppose to impotent and so in this story that's not the problem with Spike he's problem is more psychological. Any who I hope you like it!
Chapter One: In West Dallas
*Hot Summer Day in 1931, Faye's POV*
'Where is my life going.what am I doing here?' I thought looking into my dresser mirror. A cheaply varnished old oak wood framed the oval glass. I looked down at the items that were scattered on the wooden dresser top. My hands fluttered over the blush brushes, combs and tubes of lipstick till I found a dull silver one and picked it up. I pulled the thin tin cap off quickly. I smacked my lips together as I twisted the tube until the ruby red stick popped out. I looked back into the mirror and gently drug the lipstick across my full lips turning their pale pink color to a vibrant scarlet. I twisted the lipstick back down before placing the silver tin cap back on it. I carelessly threw it back on the dresser as I straightened up. I picked up a white ivory comb and ran it through my dark violet hair. As I brushed my hair I stared at the reflection of my naked body in the mirror. I looked at my body in disgust; no one would love a gal like me. 'Maybe one day I'll escape from this depression stricken town.' I placed the comb down on the dresser as I looked in the mirror for the last time pouting. I picked up a yellow headband that lay on the dresser and placed it in my hair. I sighed as I fell back on my spring bed and bounced slightly before falling still. " Is this my life?" I thought aloud looking at the metal bars on my bed frame. I grabbed them with my pale slender hands and shook them gently. 'Will I always be trapped behind these bars? Chained down to this go no where life?' I let go of the bars as I got off the bed and turned to my dark green dressing screen. I walked behind it to get dressed for work. As I was about to pick up my cloths I looked out the screen window from my second story room. I cocked my head as I saw young man standing by my mother's car looking around conspicuously. I moved closer to the window and yelled down to him. "Hey boy, what you doin' with my Mama's car?" He stood up and spun around looking up at my direction. His hand came to the back of his head to keep his white fedora from falling off. I saw his eyes squint before they readjusted and an impish grin flashed across his thin lips. 'Who is he? What's he doin'?' I thought before I called back down to him. "Wait there!" I pulled on my under things and grabbed a pale purple blouse and white knee length skirt and put them on.
*Spike's POV*
The hot sun beat down on the back of my unprotected neck as I saw a car just sitting in the yard of an old two-story house waiting for me. I walked up to it with my hands stuffed in my pockets nonchalantly. 'I could use a car.' I thought looking around making sure no one saw me as I pulled up the brown fabric of my pant leg and squatted down towards the car. "Hey boy, what you doin' with my Mama's car?" I heard a feminine voice call from the house that the yard belonged to. I stood up quickly and turned to find the owner of the voice. I looked up and pulled my hand to the back of my head instinctively before my hat could fall off. I squinted as the sun blared in my eyes preventing me from seeing the woman. My eyes focused as I saw a beautiful young woman looking out of a screen window on the second floor. She was naked. I felt a mischievous grin pull at the corners of my thin lips. She yelled for me to wait there, which I did. I heard a loud clunking noise, as she reemerged dressed. I continued to smile as she sauntered up to me swaying her beautifully curved hips. I cocked an eyebrow as she spoke again. "Ain't you ashamed? You're tryin' to steal an ol' lady's automobile." She asked me. I smiled as I came up with an answer.
"Well now what you talkin' 'bout miss I was actually thinkin' 'bout buyin' myself a car." I told the young woman as she crossed her arms and looked at me sideways. Her beautiful violet hair was being blown by a soft wind. A few stray strands blew across her piercing emerald eyes.
"Bull." She said in a drawn out southern accent, as she looked me up and down. "You ain't got da money ta buy yourself a car." She said smiling as I got an idea.
"Well I'll tell ya somin' I do got enough money ta buy a couple of Coke's." I grinned slyly as I continued to talk. "If ya wanna come in ta town with me I'll buy ya one." I offered trailing off. Her expression turned detached and indifferent.
She signed, "Well I'm goin' ta work anyway."
I started walking. She walked beside me. "So what kinda work ya in?" I asked as she looked over at me.
"None of your business boy." she smiled at me as I leaned in.
"I bet you're a movie star." I smiled haughtily. I knew she couldn't help but smile. "A lady mechanic?"
"No." she replied with an honest smile.
"A maid?" she stopped.
"What do you think I am?" she asked brushing a few strands of purple hair behind her ear as I continued.
"A waitress." She didn't say anything for a while so I knew I was right. She tried to change the subject to me.
"Well what about you? What line a work you in, when you're not stealin' cars?" I smiled and took off my hat; this had been a nervous compulsion I had had for a while. I nodded and replied.
"Well, I'll tell ya, uh, I'm lookin' for suitable employment right at the moment."
"Yes but what did ya do before that?" She asked pointing a finger at me as she turned around walking backwards. I stopped and put my fedora back on.
"State Prison." I chuckled slightly after saying that. She stopped abruptly.
"State Prison!" She paused for a moment then replied with a snide remark. "Well I guess some lil ol' lady wasn't so nice." I looked at her.
"It was armed robbery." I said told her in a proud voice.
"My my the things that turn up in the streets these days."
As we walked into the deserted main street we started talking. There was nothing on "Main Street". I walked away from the young woman for a moment to see that the movie theater that had a large wooden sign nailed across the door that said in red letters "CLOSED". 'What a boring town.' "What do ya'll do around here for a good time? Listen to the grass grow?" I asked her with a leer. She looked at me turning around to face me still walking.
"Well I guess you must a had a grand ol' time up at state prison." She said in a mock fancy tone as she pranced around while walking. I looked at her side ways. 'Spunky lil girl eh? Got som' spirit!' I tried to think of something else to say. I stopped walking and looked down at my shoes.
"I tell ya, see ma right foot?"
"Yeah." she looked down at my foot. I pointed down to it.
"I chopped two toes off that foot with an axe." She stopped walking and looked up at me.
"Why?"
"Ta get off of work detail." I told her in a bragging manner. "Ya wanna see it?" I asked excited as I walked over to a fire hydrant to prop my foot up.
"N-n-n-ooo!" She told me walking over to where I was as I stopped untying my shoe. She straightened up.
"I certainly don't intend to stand here in the middle of Main Street and a look at your dirty feet." She told me pretending to drop something just to look closer at my shoe before standing up and walking away. I walked after her as she stopped again. She turned to me in disbelief. "Boy did you really do that?" I grinned before continuing to talk to the gas station to buy the Cokes.
*Gas Station/ Drug Store*
"Thanks." I said paying the young man behind the counter as he handed me the glass bottles. I clambered down the step to where the young woman was standing by a gas pump. As I walked towards her I bounced the matchstick that I held loosely between my lips up and down. I handed her a bottle as she took it and opened it and started to drink it down. I opened mine and brought it to my lips and moved the matchstick to the side of the bottle opening so I could drink it. She took the bottle from her ruby red painted lips.
She smiled flirtatiously, "So what's it like?" I looked at her as I stopped drinking.
"What you mean? Prison?"
"No.Armed robbery." I looked at her impish face as I replied.
"I don't know. It's not really like anything."
"Shooot. I knew it you neva robbed no place, you faka." She looked at me accusingly. 'Faker!?!' I thought. I held my Coke bottle in my left hand as I pulled out a pistol from my inside jacket pocket with my right. I crossed my arms as I put my right hand under my left arm and held the pistol at hip level. I turned my head and coughed to try and bring attention to the gun but still act inconspicuous. I squinted my eyes looking around in the bright like as I continued to bounce the matchstick between my lips. I felt her touch the pistol making sure it was real as she ran her finger up the barrel. I knew she must have been intrigued by me, I guess I really wasn't like any one she'd ever met. "Yeah but I bet you'd neva have the gumption to use it." She told me stepping away slightly.
I looked down at the ground as I stopped bouncing the matchstick. I bit it with my teeth as it stood rigid and straight. (How do all legends start? Hell they wanted to impress a hot girl.) I shook my head before looking back up at the bright light. I sighed.
"Alright. You just wait right here and you keep your eyes open." I told her before walking towards the drug store where I had bought the Coke. She followed me a little and stopped in the middle of the deserted road. I spit the matchstick out of my mouth as I jumped up the step quickly to the store. I walked up to the young man again told him to give me the money in the cash box threatening him with the loaded gun. He opened the cash box and handed me all the bills and I kept the gun on him as I backed out of the store. I saw the woman and showed her the bills as her jaw dropped slightly. "Come on." I whispered to her as we ran towards a parked car in the road. The young man ran out of the store and started to chase after me but, caught up in the adrenaline rush, I fired the pistol right about his head and he stopped. The woman got in the car as I pulled up the side cover on the engine and hot-wired it.
"Hey what's your name any how?" I looked up at her as I closed the cover.
"Spike Spiegel." I told her smile before I jumped into the car on the driver's side. She moved over to the passenger seat.
"Hi, I'm Faye Valentine. Please ta meet ya." **************************************************************************** **
AN: Hehehe, please please PLEASE tell me what you think!!!