Hey guys and gals! I'm back with my next chapter! Question: Did that last
chapter really seem like a cliff hanger? *evil grin* Well, this one's not
much better! Muwahahahahaha! Yah, anywho, don't wanna bore you with the
small talk! On with the story!
Disclaimer: Me no own Cowboy Bebop!
Vicious walked down Jackson, looking left and right for any sign of a club. Then he saw a neon sign sticking straight out onto the street blinking on and off "Black Lion". In truth, it was no more then a dingy little bar.
"Club huh?" Vicious thought out loud, "Maybe to that dead beat bounty hunter."
Vicious walked towards the bar, keeping one had on his katana. He opened the door and walked in, the door had one of those annoying bells on it so whenever somebody would walk through the door, it would make a "ding-a- ling" noise.
Vicious raised an eyebrow at this, why would they have one of those in a bar? Vicious looked around, the bar had an old juke box, a few tables, a guy passed out on the floor in a corner, and behind the bar, Faye. The sides of Vicious's mouth went up a little as he walked towards the bar. Faye was cleaning a glass and didn't look up as Vicious sat down.
"What'll you have?" Faye asked, eyes still down on the glass.
"Hello Faye," Vicious said, "Long time, no see."
Faye's head shot up and the glass slipped from her hands.
"You!" she said, backing up slightly.
"Me." Vicious replied.
"What do you want?" Faye said, edging her way down the bar, away from Vicious.
"That old friend of yours, Spike." Vicious replied, slightly amused that he still caused fear for someone.
"Oh will you get over that already!" Faye said, but then immediately shut her mouth, realizing what she had just said.
Vicious smirked. Faye had reached the far end of the bar and Vicious just stared at her.
"You're going to tell me where Spike is." Vicious said with the air of someone stating a well-known fact.
"No, I'm not!" Faye yelled, reaching behind herself for something.
"You're scared of me, I know you are." Vicious said, standing up.
"Then you're not as smart as you think." Faye said.
She grabbed a seltzer bottle from behind the bar and sprayed it all over Vicious. When it was empty, she threw the bottle at him. It landed right on target, Vicious's shoulder.
"Shit!" he screamed as the pain came on, throbbing like the floor at a rock concert.
"Now get out!" Faye screamed, coming out from behind the bar and picking up the seltzer bottle, preparing to strike.
Vicious, who had fallen to his knees, struggled to get up and headed out the door. He stumbled down the street like a drunk.
Inside the Black Lion the phone rang. Faye picked it up, "Yes," she said into the phone, "he was just here...No, he has no idea...he should be coming to you soon, I don't see where else he would go..ok, bye."
"Damn!" Vicious said to himself as he stumbled into his apartment. He flopped down on the bed, messaging his shoulder. "Why is it so frickin' hard to find this guy?"
Just then, the phone rang. Heaving himself up with a grunt, Vicious picked up the phone.
"Hello?" he said in a monotone voice.
"Well, you sound chipper!" a voice said on the other line.
"Hello..boss." Vicious said, "What is it?"
"I just wanted to check up on you, is the bounty hunter dead yet?"
"No," Vicious said, "I haven't been able to find him."
"Well, well, well, this is surprising!" the voice said, "You know that I always expect first day results from my assassins. Come and see me tomorrow, the usual place, I think that we need to have a little chat."
"A chat?" Vicious said, slightly worried, but he wasn't about to let it show.
"Yes", the voice said, "see you tomorrow!"
Hmmm, interesting! I'm very bad at this whole suspense thing! What do you think? Anyway, I tried to make Vicious out to be more in character then he's been in a while in my fics, but alas, that darn shoulder! Wait until the later chapters, it causes more trouble! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so evil!
L8ter Dayz!
Life is but a Dream2000
Disclaimer: Me no own Cowboy Bebop!
Vicious walked down Jackson, looking left and right for any sign of a club. Then he saw a neon sign sticking straight out onto the street blinking on and off "Black Lion". In truth, it was no more then a dingy little bar.
"Club huh?" Vicious thought out loud, "Maybe to that dead beat bounty hunter."
Vicious walked towards the bar, keeping one had on his katana. He opened the door and walked in, the door had one of those annoying bells on it so whenever somebody would walk through the door, it would make a "ding-a- ling" noise.
Vicious raised an eyebrow at this, why would they have one of those in a bar? Vicious looked around, the bar had an old juke box, a few tables, a guy passed out on the floor in a corner, and behind the bar, Faye. The sides of Vicious's mouth went up a little as he walked towards the bar. Faye was cleaning a glass and didn't look up as Vicious sat down.
"What'll you have?" Faye asked, eyes still down on the glass.
"Hello Faye," Vicious said, "Long time, no see."
Faye's head shot up and the glass slipped from her hands.
"You!" she said, backing up slightly.
"Me." Vicious replied.
"What do you want?" Faye said, edging her way down the bar, away from Vicious.
"That old friend of yours, Spike." Vicious replied, slightly amused that he still caused fear for someone.
"Oh will you get over that already!" Faye said, but then immediately shut her mouth, realizing what she had just said.
Vicious smirked. Faye had reached the far end of the bar and Vicious just stared at her.
"You're going to tell me where Spike is." Vicious said with the air of someone stating a well-known fact.
"No, I'm not!" Faye yelled, reaching behind herself for something.
"You're scared of me, I know you are." Vicious said, standing up.
"Then you're not as smart as you think." Faye said.
She grabbed a seltzer bottle from behind the bar and sprayed it all over Vicious. When it was empty, she threw the bottle at him. It landed right on target, Vicious's shoulder.
"Shit!" he screamed as the pain came on, throbbing like the floor at a rock concert.
"Now get out!" Faye screamed, coming out from behind the bar and picking up the seltzer bottle, preparing to strike.
Vicious, who had fallen to his knees, struggled to get up and headed out the door. He stumbled down the street like a drunk.
Inside the Black Lion the phone rang. Faye picked it up, "Yes," she said into the phone, "he was just here...No, he has no idea...he should be coming to you soon, I don't see where else he would go..ok, bye."
"Damn!" Vicious said to himself as he stumbled into his apartment. He flopped down on the bed, messaging his shoulder. "Why is it so frickin' hard to find this guy?"
Just then, the phone rang. Heaving himself up with a grunt, Vicious picked up the phone.
"Hello?" he said in a monotone voice.
"Well, you sound chipper!" a voice said on the other line.
"Hello..boss." Vicious said, "What is it?"
"I just wanted to check up on you, is the bounty hunter dead yet?"
"No," Vicious said, "I haven't been able to find him."
"Well, well, well, this is surprising!" the voice said, "You know that I always expect first day results from my assassins. Come and see me tomorrow, the usual place, I think that we need to have a little chat."
"A chat?" Vicious said, slightly worried, but he wasn't about to let it show.
"Yes", the voice said, "see you tomorrow!"
Hmmm, interesting! I'm very bad at this whole suspense thing! What do you think? Anyway, I tried to make Vicious out to be more in character then he's been in a while in my fics, but alas, that darn shoulder! Wait until the later chapters, it causes more trouble! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so evil!
L8ter Dayz!
Life is but a Dream2000