Ok peoples! This fic is for Vicious lovers out there! We are kind of a
dying race. I tried to keep Vicious in character, so here's hoping! The
whole story is written out already, so I'm just putting it up. This is a
really stupid beginning, but hopefully it gets better! Please R&R! You can
use this as flame practice if you want!
Plot: What happened to Vicious after Session 26?
Disclaimer: I regretfully say that I don't own Cowboy Bebop or any of its characters! Fadia Deepnight (who's featured a little later) is my character!
The crowd bustled, all were anxious to hear the candidates' speeches. The tension was so thick that you could nearly taste it! This was supposed to be the closest race in Mars history. Finally, the presidential candidates stepped out onto the stage and waves of applause echoed through the park. It was a beautiful night for the outdoor debate, the wind blew lightly through the trees, making the temperature just right. As the debate leader announced the name of the candidates, yells of support echoed off the stage so much, it vibrated. Then, a huge "BANG" echoed seemingly endlessly through the crowd. One of the candidates collapsed to the ground. Wails, screams, sirens, all mixed together in a deafening roar. In the midst of all this, nobody noticed a grey-haired man slipping a gun into his coat and slowly walking away from the crowd.
The crowd bunched around him and Vicious scrunched into himself. "This is what I've been reduced to?" he thought to himself as the candidates stepped out onto the stage. He moved over to a less crowded area and lowered his sunglasses onto his nose like a teacher does with spectacles. He slowly pulled the gun out of his pocket, such a horribly imprecise weapon. One flinch and you could miss your target by a foot! He'd always preferred his Katana for assassinations, but this is the way that he was ordered to do it. He slowly lifted the gun and took aim, careful to aim for the right person. He quickly pulled the trigger and lowered the gun. Stuffing it into his pocket, he pushed his glasses back onto his face and turned around, keeping his head down. He walked slowly out of the park where the debate was being held, he'd learned long ago not to make too much of a quick get away. Police would always look for a person running from the scene of a crime. Getting arrested was all that his pride needed.
He crossed the street to a convenient store parking lot. Looking around, he soon found what he sought. Over in a corner, a beat up looking black car was parked with one punched out tail light. He walked over and opened the back door. He slid in and closed the door, keeping his head forward at all times, looking towards the front seat. The whole car smelled like stale cigarettes. "So, was the mission successful?" a voice asked beside him. The voice was male and gruff sounding. Vicious had never seen the face that it belonged to. The first time that he'd ever got into the car, he looked over but had immediately been hit in the back of the head with the handle of a gun. TI was the voice and only the voice that was his boss. Vicious nodded in response to the voice's question. "Good man," the voice said and slipped a suitcase into his hand "1 million woolongs. Now get out. We'll contact you later for your next assignment." With that, Vicious slid out of the car, careful not to look over. He was basically the same as a bounty hunter like that bastard Spike. Vicious had sunk all the way down to his level, that's what he'd been forced to. He walked out of the parking lot and down the street, cursing Spike and cursing himself in his head for thinking about him.
Ok, this was a lot longer on paper, but whatever. So what do you think? It kind of gets off to a slow start, but trust me it gets better! Deathdragon is going to kill me for writing another drama story; he barely even forgave me for "Spike's Eye"! But, so, yah. Nuttin else to say but PLEASE READ THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's coming soon!
Plot: What happened to Vicious after Session 26?
Disclaimer: I regretfully say that I don't own Cowboy Bebop or any of its characters! Fadia Deepnight (who's featured a little later) is my character!
The crowd bustled, all were anxious to hear the candidates' speeches. The tension was so thick that you could nearly taste it! This was supposed to be the closest race in Mars history. Finally, the presidential candidates stepped out onto the stage and waves of applause echoed through the park. It was a beautiful night for the outdoor debate, the wind blew lightly through the trees, making the temperature just right. As the debate leader announced the name of the candidates, yells of support echoed off the stage so much, it vibrated. Then, a huge "BANG" echoed seemingly endlessly through the crowd. One of the candidates collapsed to the ground. Wails, screams, sirens, all mixed together in a deafening roar. In the midst of all this, nobody noticed a grey-haired man slipping a gun into his coat and slowly walking away from the crowd.
The crowd bunched around him and Vicious scrunched into himself. "This is what I've been reduced to?" he thought to himself as the candidates stepped out onto the stage. He moved over to a less crowded area and lowered his sunglasses onto his nose like a teacher does with spectacles. He slowly pulled the gun out of his pocket, such a horribly imprecise weapon. One flinch and you could miss your target by a foot! He'd always preferred his Katana for assassinations, but this is the way that he was ordered to do it. He slowly lifted the gun and took aim, careful to aim for the right person. He quickly pulled the trigger and lowered the gun. Stuffing it into his pocket, he pushed his glasses back onto his face and turned around, keeping his head down. He walked slowly out of the park where the debate was being held, he'd learned long ago not to make too much of a quick get away. Police would always look for a person running from the scene of a crime. Getting arrested was all that his pride needed.
He crossed the street to a convenient store parking lot. Looking around, he soon found what he sought. Over in a corner, a beat up looking black car was parked with one punched out tail light. He walked over and opened the back door. He slid in and closed the door, keeping his head forward at all times, looking towards the front seat. The whole car smelled like stale cigarettes. "So, was the mission successful?" a voice asked beside him. The voice was male and gruff sounding. Vicious had never seen the face that it belonged to. The first time that he'd ever got into the car, he looked over but had immediately been hit in the back of the head with the handle of a gun. TI was the voice and only the voice that was his boss. Vicious nodded in response to the voice's question. "Good man," the voice said and slipped a suitcase into his hand "1 million woolongs. Now get out. We'll contact you later for your next assignment." With that, Vicious slid out of the car, careful not to look over. He was basically the same as a bounty hunter like that bastard Spike. Vicious had sunk all the way down to his level, that's what he'd been forced to. He walked out of the parking lot and down the street, cursing Spike and cursing himself in his head for thinking about him.
Ok, this was a lot longer on paper, but whatever. So what do you think? It kind of gets off to a slow start, but trust me it gets better! Deathdragon is going to kill me for writing another drama story; he barely even forgave me for "Spike's Eye"! But, so, yah. Nuttin else to say but PLEASE READ THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's coming soon!