Cowboy Bebop Session 28: Confessions of a Bounty Hunter (Part 2)
Jet headed into the streets of Mars, searching for a bar to have a few shots before he left. Unfortunately, there was only one in town, the Jade Memory.
::Hell, it's better than nothing.::
Heading inside, Jet noticed a few old people playing poker, and taking no notice to him whatsoever.
"Say, Porkinstein, he's cheating again!"
"That so, Manny? Let's shoot him!"
"Damn it, horse breath, I told you I ain't cheating! Get your damn guns outta my face, yellow-bellied bastards!"
::Can't ever trust an old man playing poker.::
Sighing heavily, Jet sat down at the bar. The bartender, a tenderly old man, smiled as he put down the glass he was cleaning.
"What'll it be for ya today?"
"I'll just have a shot of classic vodka, if you don't mind."
"Hmm... don't get many partners out here who want the classics. You ok, fella?"
"Yeah...just having a rough day, I guess."
"Well, alrighty then."
Jet spent the next hour swinging those vodkas down.
::I'm gonna have a major hang over later.::
Suddenly, his body gave a sudden jolt, like he was in the pilot's seat of the Bebop and they'd just been shot. And then, he was back at his old home, when he was a child. It was like he was just there, as a memory. He was in a rickety old house, sort of like the one he used to live in as a child. And then, coming up the stairs to the landing, was a child Jet could only recognize as his own.
::What the hell is going on here?::
The boy didn't even take notice of Jet; instead he entered the only room on this landing. Still confused, Jet followed him. The room they entered was made up entirely of pictures of bounty hunter movies. Along one side of the wall, there were blueprints for a ship, which Jet instantly recognized as his old blueprints for the Bebop. Spaceships and planets lined up the entirety of the room.
"This was my room... so this boy must be..."
There was no doubt about it; this boy was Jet Black at age 15. The black hair, the artificial arm... it was like Jet had been thrown back in time. Suddenly, a voice called from downstairs.
"Jet! Come down here! You come and say good-bye to your father!"
The young Jet sighed and ran downstairs. Jet followed, still rather confused.
Downstairs, a man who looked exactly like Jet did right now (minus his artificial arm) was loaded with suitcases and all dressed up, looking like he was leaving.
"Good-bye, father." Jet said with a rather harsh tone.
::That wasn't very nice of me... and I knew that. So why didn't I do anything about it?::
"Don't forget what I tell you, boy: you'll never amount to anything with those fantasies in your room."
Then, Jet's dad went outside to start loading up the car - but Jet knew what came next. One second later, a bullet came flying through the air and killed Jet's father.
::Dammit... why couldn't I do anything about it??::
Suddenly, Jet felt the familiar jolt, and realized he was back in the Jade Memory. Looking around, he could see a couple of men with guns holding up the bartender.
::Was it all just a dream?::
"Hey, guys, this isn't a bank. Get the hell out of here!" Jet was rather angered after witnessing his father die again.
"And what'll you do about it if we don't leave?" One of the punks replied.
One swift movement - that was all it took. Within seconds, all three punks were on the floor, covered in blood.
"Gee, thanks, partner. For that, all your drinks are free."
"Thanks, man."
Jet sat down and was prepared for another vodka. The old men playing poker didn't seem to have noticed anything.
UPCOMING SESSION: Ok, so I find out what this bar really is - and why it's the only one in town. So now, I've got to fix my life before all hell breaks lose on the cosmos. And does any of this have to do with Spike's death? Next episode: Dark Memory Alley. Don't miss out.
A/N: Ok, I know it's not too good, but I'm still working on it. Please review if you have the time. I'm still a "newbie" author, so any advice you have for me is mucho appreciated. Thanks!
Jet headed into the streets of Mars, searching for a bar to have a few shots before he left. Unfortunately, there was only one in town, the Jade Memory.
::Hell, it's better than nothing.::
Heading inside, Jet noticed a few old people playing poker, and taking no notice to him whatsoever.
"Say, Porkinstein, he's cheating again!"
"That so, Manny? Let's shoot him!"
"Damn it, horse breath, I told you I ain't cheating! Get your damn guns outta my face, yellow-bellied bastards!"
::Can't ever trust an old man playing poker.::
Sighing heavily, Jet sat down at the bar. The bartender, a tenderly old man, smiled as he put down the glass he was cleaning.
"What'll it be for ya today?"
"I'll just have a shot of classic vodka, if you don't mind."
"Hmm... don't get many partners out here who want the classics. You ok, fella?"
"Yeah...just having a rough day, I guess."
"Well, alrighty then."
Jet spent the next hour swinging those vodkas down.
::I'm gonna have a major hang over later.::
Suddenly, his body gave a sudden jolt, like he was in the pilot's seat of the Bebop and they'd just been shot. And then, he was back at his old home, when he was a child. It was like he was just there, as a memory. He was in a rickety old house, sort of like the one he used to live in as a child. And then, coming up the stairs to the landing, was a child Jet could only recognize as his own.
::What the hell is going on here?::
The boy didn't even take notice of Jet; instead he entered the only room on this landing. Still confused, Jet followed him. The room they entered was made up entirely of pictures of bounty hunter movies. Along one side of the wall, there were blueprints for a ship, which Jet instantly recognized as his old blueprints for the Bebop. Spaceships and planets lined up the entirety of the room.
"This was my room... so this boy must be..."
There was no doubt about it; this boy was Jet Black at age 15. The black hair, the artificial arm... it was like Jet had been thrown back in time. Suddenly, a voice called from downstairs.
"Jet! Come down here! You come and say good-bye to your father!"
The young Jet sighed and ran downstairs. Jet followed, still rather confused.
Downstairs, a man who looked exactly like Jet did right now (minus his artificial arm) was loaded with suitcases and all dressed up, looking like he was leaving.
"Good-bye, father." Jet said with a rather harsh tone.
::That wasn't very nice of me... and I knew that. So why didn't I do anything about it?::
"Don't forget what I tell you, boy: you'll never amount to anything with those fantasies in your room."
Then, Jet's dad went outside to start loading up the car - but Jet knew what came next. One second later, a bullet came flying through the air and killed Jet's father.
::Dammit... why couldn't I do anything about it??::
Suddenly, Jet felt the familiar jolt, and realized he was back in the Jade Memory. Looking around, he could see a couple of men with guns holding up the bartender.
::Was it all just a dream?::
"Hey, guys, this isn't a bank. Get the hell out of here!" Jet was rather angered after witnessing his father die again.
"And what'll you do about it if we don't leave?" One of the punks replied.
One swift movement - that was all it took. Within seconds, all three punks were on the floor, covered in blood.
"Gee, thanks, partner. For that, all your drinks are free."
"Thanks, man."
Jet sat down and was prepared for another vodka. The old men playing poker didn't seem to have noticed anything.
UPCOMING SESSION: Ok, so I find out what this bar really is - and why it's the only one in town. So now, I've got to fix my life before all hell breaks lose on the cosmos. And does any of this have to do with Spike's death? Next episode: Dark Memory Alley. Don't miss out.
A/N: Ok, I know it's not too good, but I'm still working on it. Please review if you have the time. I'm still a "newbie" author, so any advice you have for me is mucho appreciated. Thanks!