Ok, so I lied about it being the last chapter that I was going to put up
for a month and a half! But is that really a bad thing? I hope it isn't!
But anyway, read and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy bebop!
Vicious was awoken the next morning by the insistent wailing of some new- age rapper. He just lay there, trying to go back to sleep, but after about 5 minutes, he realized that the noise was coming from his alarm clock. He picked the little box of black plastic up and stared at it. The rapper's wailing had now turned to an advertisement for some local store complete with annoying can't-get-it-out-of-your-head jungle. 2 seconds later, Vicious pitched the little box across the room. It hit the wall with a crunch, the noise stopped. Vicious got up and stretched. The sun was shining brightly, a little too brightly for Vicious's eyes. He went over to the window and shut the blinds. His stomach let out a huge growl as he switched on the TV to see the latest police developments. Yet again, the police were clueless. They had absolutely no idea who did it. Vicious felt happy that he hadn't gotten caught, but he was beginning to feel small pangs of guilt about everything that he'd done. He'd always maintained his "ice cold" approach very well, but the conscience that he claimed not to have was slowly beginning to catch up with him. Vicious's stomach had by now given up on growling and was just plain roaring now, so he finally turned off the TV and decided to go for some breakfast. He got dressed and opened up the suitcase that he'd been given the night before. He grabbed 200 woolongs and was about to walk out the door when the phone rang. He hesitated, then picked it up. "Hello?" Vicious said. He already knew who it was. "I've got another assignment for ya." The voice on the phone said.
I never said that it was a long chapter!! Come to think of it, I'm on a roll! I'm going to try to type up another chappie and put it up while I'm going! Whoo-hoo! I'm having fun! As you can tell, I'm a wee bit hyper. But whatever! Next chapter, coming up!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy bebop!
Vicious was awoken the next morning by the insistent wailing of some new- age rapper. He just lay there, trying to go back to sleep, but after about 5 minutes, he realized that the noise was coming from his alarm clock. He picked the little box of black plastic up and stared at it. The rapper's wailing had now turned to an advertisement for some local store complete with annoying can't-get-it-out-of-your-head jungle. 2 seconds later, Vicious pitched the little box across the room. It hit the wall with a crunch, the noise stopped. Vicious got up and stretched. The sun was shining brightly, a little too brightly for Vicious's eyes. He went over to the window and shut the blinds. His stomach let out a huge growl as he switched on the TV to see the latest police developments. Yet again, the police were clueless. They had absolutely no idea who did it. Vicious felt happy that he hadn't gotten caught, but he was beginning to feel small pangs of guilt about everything that he'd done. He'd always maintained his "ice cold" approach very well, but the conscience that he claimed not to have was slowly beginning to catch up with him. Vicious's stomach had by now given up on growling and was just plain roaring now, so he finally turned off the TV and decided to go for some breakfast. He got dressed and opened up the suitcase that he'd been given the night before. He grabbed 200 woolongs and was about to walk out the door when the phone rang. He hesitated, then picked it up. "Hello?" Vicious said. He already knew who it was. "I've got another assignment for ya." The voice on the phone said.
I never said that it was a long chapter!! Come to think of it, I'm on a roll! I'm going to try to type up another chappie and put it up while I'm going! Whoo-hoo! I'm having fun! As you can tell, I'm a wee bit hyper. But whatever! Next chapter, coming up!!!