Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from Cowboy Bebop. -_- Unfortunately. All my
creations are mine. And the songs that aren't mine aren't. 'Nuff said.
Author's Note: Thanks to all the nice reviewers that reviewed! ^.^ Here goes another chapter.. I know my chapters can be a bit short.. But I can't help it.. .o Also, "Mr. Sandman" mostly belongs to Pat Ballard, but Gob sings it with a twist. ' Sorry Ballard, I heard it from Gob first! *squeals* I just LOVE Faye..
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Chapter 2: Fright In-Between
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"Mr. Sandman,
Bring me a nightmare,
Give him a pair of eyes,
With a fright in-between..
Mr. Sandman,
Someone to dread.."
-"Mr. Sandman" Gob
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~
Faye sat up with a dreary look in her eyes. She looked at the clock. It was 2:00 in the morning. How had she gotten back? All she remembered was seeing a face.. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door, opening.
"Who's there?" She asked quietly, wincing at the sudden ache inside her head. The door creaked open, slowly, a long shadow appearing before her eyes.
It was Spike.
He wore his usual attire, a cigarette smoking away between his lips. His eyes were dark as night, and his face showed no emotion. His skin also seemed paler than normal.. He walked stiffly into the room, shutting the door softly behind him.
She sighed with relief, as she ran her fingers through her hair, breathing harder than expected. She shook her head. It was only Spike, Faye told herself. And you got all worked up..
"You scared me for a moment, you know. Ever heard of knocking?" Spike said nothing, only standing there like a stone statue. Faye blinked. What was wrong with him?
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" And with that, his shape distorted into the figure of an oversized, large, black feline. Faye stared in surprise.
"The Hell..?" Its fur was dark and mangled, caked with mud and dirt. Its eyes were as red as wine, its claws sharp as needles. The air in the room started smelling thickly of alcohol.
The cat started walked towards her, pawing at the bed. A fragile look in its eyes. Harmless, it seemed. It meowed softly. Faye said nothing. She only backed against the wall, tugging at the sheets.
The cat smelled fear.
And the cat didn't like that.
It began hissing threateningly at her, the fur on its back standing straight up. The voice seemed more like a high pitched dog-whistle that something coming from an animal. Suddenly, a large sword appeared, hovering over the cat. Its handle was smooth as leather, an onyx jewel shimmering radiantly at the hilt. The blade gleamed a blinding silver and then flew swiftly at Faye, stabbing her directly in her right hand. She flinched, but didn't call out. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She felt the weight of the sword. And it wasn't a good feeling in the least.
She opened her eyes. Everything was black.
Literally.
She could still see, the lights, the sheets, the cat, her hand, the damned sword even.. But it was all.. Black. She tried pulling the sword out, but it seemed connected to her and was much too heavy to even lift properly. Although the sword had went straight through her hand, no blood dripped out. The point pushed harder into her hand as she tried harder to get it out. Only the hilt was showing above, the rest of the blade hung under her palm. She looked up. What the.. She wasn't claustrophobic, but it seemed.. It seemed..
Fuck. The walls were closing in on her.
A sudden pain shot through Faye's body. Like a thousand knives had all stabbed her at once, waiting for tears and blood to come out. Waiting for her to surrender. She doubled over in pain, rocking back and forth. She felt something jump on her back.
It was the cat.
"Shit!" It growled and scratched at her neck. Faye tried to grab it, but it just seemed to slink away from her clutches. The walls around her were inching closer, and closer. The pain shot through her again, and she felt herself falling off the bed, rolling around, trying to ease the hurt. She curled up into a ball, hugging her knees tightly, forcing herself to sit up. However, instead of relief..
The pain only worsened.
The sharp edges seemed to thrust deeper inside of her, and she grabbed at air, trying to rid herself of the pain, trying to get away, trying to win.
But she couldn't win this battle.
She was too weak.
Everything hurt so much. She didn't want to go on. There was no point in trying to overcome such a powerful force. Even her bones seemed to feel like they were beginning to gradually shatter..
Faye Valentine felt her body give up; yielding. She fell to the ground, and felt everything slip away. The walls stopped. The pain stopped. The sword disappeared.
The room faded away.
She was then all that was left of her surroundings, and was now floating in ivory lights, with only the cat.
The feeling was incomparable. She felt weightless, like she was just hovering in the air. The illumination caused her to look like she was glowing.. Like an angel. She saw the cat. It had shrinked in size, and was now only the size of a normal kitten.
It walked towards her.
Well, not really walked. More like flew. Faye watched it cautiously, and her vision seemed to worsen as the cat seemed to slant in shape..
She tried turning away, but her body refused to function. It seemed to have lost all hope. On movement. On living. On reality.
She felt her breathe shorten. The cat approached her. Go away, she thought. Leave me be. Please.. Just leave me alone.. Let me die in peace. God.. Just.. She winced it pain as it came closer and closer.
The cat stopped only a few centimeters away from her face. She felt its hot breathe on her skin. It licked at her hand.
And Faye felt herself taken away by the essence of death..
~
She opened her eyes.
The cat was gone.
Was she dead? Because if she was dead, death certainly wasn't everything she'd expected.. Faye looked around.
Her hand was fine.
Her room was fine.
However, her head didn't feel too good..
Author's Note: Thanks to all the nice reviewers that reviewed! ^.^ Here goes another chapter.. I know my chapters can be a bit short.. But I can't help it.. .o Also, "Mr. Sandman" mostly belongs to Pat Ballard, but Gob sings it with a twist. ' Sorry Ballard, I heard it from Gob first! *squeals* I just LOVE Faye..
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Chapter 2: Fright In-Between
*******
"Mr. Sandman,
Bring me a nightmare,
Give him a pair of eyes,
With a fright in-between..
Mr. Sandman,
Someone to dread.."
-"Mr. Sandman" Gob
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~
Faye sat up with a dreary look in her eyes. She looked at the clock. It was 2:00 in the morning. How had she gotten back? All she remembered was seeing a face.. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door, opening.
"Who's there?" She asked quietly, wincing at the sudden ache inside her head. The door creaked open, slowly, a long shadow appearing before her eyes.
It was Spike.
He wore his usual attire, a cigarette smoking away between his lips. His eyes were dark as night, and his face showed no emotion. His skin also seemed paler than normal.. He walked stiffly into the room, shutting the door softly behind him.
She sighed with relief, as she ran her fingers through her hair, breathing harder than expected. She shook her head. It was only Spike, Faye told herself. And you got all worked up..
"You scared me for a moment, you know. Ever heard of knocking?" Spike said nothing, only standing there like a stone statue. Faye blinked. What was wrong with him?
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" And with that, his shape distorted into the figure of an oversized, large, black feline. Faye stared in surprise.
"The Hell..?" Its fur was dark and mangled, caked with mud and dirt. Its eyes were as red as wine, its claws sharp as needles. The air in the room started smelling thickly of alcohol.
The cat started walked towards her, pawing at the bed. A fragile look in its eyes. Harmless, it seemed. It meowed softly. Faye said nothing. She only backed against the wall, tugging at the sheets.
The cat smelled fear.
And the cat didn't like that.
It began hissing threateningly at her, the fur on its back standing straight up. The voice seemed more like a high pitched dog-whistle that something coming from an animal. Suddenly, a large sword appeared, hovering over the cat. Its handle was smooth as leather, an onyx jewel shimmering radiantly at the hilt. The blade gleamed a blinding silver and then flew swiftly at Faye, stabbing her directly in her right hand. She flinched, but didn't call out. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She felt the weight of the sword. And it wasn't a good feeling in the least.
She opened her eyes. Everything was black.
Literally.
She could still see, the lights, the sheets, the cat, her hand, the damned sword even.. But it was all.. Black. She tried pulling the sword out, but it seemed connected to her and was much too heavy to even lift properly. Although the sword had went straight through her hand, no blood dripped out. The point pushed harder into her hand as she tried harder to get it out. Only the hilt was showing above, the rest of the blade hung under her palm. She looked up. What the.. She wasn't claustrophobic, but it seemed.. It seemed..
Fuck. The walls were closing in on her.
A sudden pain shot through Faye's body. Like a thousand knives had all stabbed her at once, waiting for tears and blood to come out. Waiting for her to surrender. She doubled over in pain, rocking back and forth. She felt something jump on her back.
It was the cat.
"Shit!" It growled and scratched at her neck. Faye tried to grab it, but it just seemed to slink away from her clutches. The walls around her were inching closer, and closer. The pain shot through her again, and she felt herself falling off the bed, rolling around, trying to ease the hurt. She curled up into a ball, hugging her knees tightly, forcing herself to sit up. However, instead of relief..
The pain only worsened.
The sharp edges seemed to thrust deeper inside of her, and she grabbed at air, trying to rid herself of the pain, trying to get away, trying to win.
But she couldn't win this battle.
She was too weak.
Everything hurt so much. She didn't want to go on. There was no point in trying to overcome such a powerful force. Even her bones seemed to feel like they were beginning to gradually shatter..
Faye Valentine felt her body give up; yielding. She fell to the ground, and felt everything slip away. The walls stopped. The pain stopped. The sword disappeared.
The room faded away.
She was then all that was left of her surroundings, and was now floating in ivory lights, with only the cat.
The feeling was incomparable. She felt weightless, like she was just hovering in the air. The illumination caused her to look like she was glowing.. Like an angel. She saw the cat. It had shrinked in size, and was now only the size of a normal kitten.
It walked towards her.
Well, not really walked. More like flew. Faye watched it cautiously, and her vision seemed to worsen as the cat seemed to slant in shape..
She tried turning away, but her body refused to function. It seemed to have lost all hope. On movement. On living. On reality.
She felt her breathe shorten. The cat approached her. Go away, she thought. Leave me be. Please.. Just leave me alone.. Let me die in peace. God.. Just.. She winced it pain as it came closer and closer.
The cat stopped only a few centimeters away from her face. She felt its hot breathe on her skin. It licked at her hand.
And Faye felt herself taken away by the essence of death..
~
She opened her eyes.
The cat was gone.
Was she dead? Because if she was dead, death certainly wasn't everything she'd expected.. Faye looked around.
Her hand was fine.
Her room was fine.
However, her head didn't feel too good..
