Hello peoples! Yes, it is I! The "loved" writer! Thank you so much to
everyone who reviewed! You've made my day, my month, my year, heck, even my
hour, minute, and second! I truly mean that. Well, this is it. The last
chapter in the short chaptered story. Like my friend DA said, "It all comes
down to this." I really hope that you're not disappointed!
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop, even though it was at the top of my Christmas list! ~_^
Vicious walked into the convenient store parking lot, looking around for the usual black car. It wasn't anywhere in sight. Something was definitely a-miss here, and Vicious had a strange feeling that something was about to happen.
Vicious turned so that he was facing the street and walked backwards towards the wall of the convenient store, every now and then looking over his shoulder. This was so he wouldn't get caught off guard by a drive-by shooting or a sneak attack from behind, or anything else that he now incorporated with this feeling of unease. He finally hit the wall and looked left and right, his hand on his Katana.
"Why so jumpy Vicious?" a voice said beside him.
Vicious immediately turned around, pulling out his Katana. He was able to pull it out, but as soon as he did, his shoulder throbbed with pain and he dropped the sword, dropping to his knees.
"Pitiful," the voice said.
Vicious looked up to see where the voice was coming from and his eyes became thin slits. Standing over him was Spike, with that same smug look on his face as always. (Be truthful, how many of you saw that coming?)
"Very pitiful," Spike said. He leaned over to get a better look at Vicious.
"Shut up you bastard," Vicious whispered. How dare he call him pitiful, he had once been at the very top, the peak of the food chain. Him, pitiful? Then a thought came to him, if he killed Spike right now, maybe the boss wouldn't be mad at him. Either way, if he was going down, then Spike was going down with him!
Vicious lunged at Spike, but Spike was faster. He punched him in the shoulder and then kicked him in the stomach. Vicious fell to the ground but forced himself back up. Spike put a foot on Vicious's back and forced him back down.
"Why fight the inevitable?" Spike asked, "Just admit it to yourself that I won, it's over!"
"It's never over Spike." Vicious said, "Someday I will kill you!"
"No Vicious, you won't! Why can't you get over all this? The past, it's behind us! I've accepted it, why can't you?" Spike asked, leaning on his foot, pushing it farther into Vicious's back.
"Two reasons Spike." Vicious said, "One, you fucking ruined my life and two, I'll get paid when I kill you."
"Paid by whom? Your boss?" Spike asked.
""Yes," Vicious said suspiciously.
"Well I hate to disappoint you Vicious," Spike said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small device and then pressing it to his throat, causing his voice to change, "but you ain't getting paid."
Vicious's eyes went wide, it was the boss's voice, all this time he'd been right there! Toying with him like a puppet on strings, as if he hadn't humiliated him enough? Now he was officially pissed off!
Much to the complaint of his shoulder, Vicious pushed off the ground and kicked Spike right in his "manhood" (It's about time somebody fought dirty in the series!) Spike doubled over and Vicious used that time to grab Spike's shoulders and bring his knee up right into Spike's face.
"Damn, that felt good!" Vicious thought and went over to where he had dropped his Katana. He picked it up and turned around to see that Spike had his gun pointed right at his heart, blood trickling from the side of his mouth and his nose. Vicious smiled.
"Well, this seems familiar." Vicious said, his old self coming through at last.
"We don't have to do this." Spike said.
"I've been waiting for this too long to back out now!" Vicious replied.
With that, he charged at Spike. A clear shot rang through the air and Vicious fell to the ground. Spike fell to his knees, the tip of the Katana in his stomach.
"Thanks Spike." Vicious said.
"For what?" Spike asked, crawling over to Vicious.
"For finally waking me up and setting me free." Vicious said, staring off into space.
"You know, this really isn't that bad, dying." Vicious thought. "But come to think of it, neither was living."
With that, Vicious closed his eyes, not thinking anymore. Spike smiled and pulled out the katana from his stomach. He fell against the wall, breathing slowly.
After a few minutes, Fadia came running into the parking lot. She spotted Spike and Vicious, and ran over to them.
"Is he.I can't believe that you actually killed him!" Fadia said, coming over to Spike.
"He's not dead, I used a tranquilizer." Spike said, "Do m a favor and call the police, will ya?"
"What?" Fadia exclaimed.
"Tell the police that I caught Vicious," Spike said. "Why do you think that I made him do all that stuff? I knew sometime he'd slip up and the police would put a bounty on him."
"You really are a bastard aren't you!" Fadia said.
"No," Spike said. "He'll be put in jail and get out eventually. The police don't know him; it'll be considered a first offense. He might get some help with that am while he's in there, and when he gets out, we can have a proper rematch, and finally finish it."
THE END
Well, that's it. It took me forever to end it because I tried to make it appeal to my Vicious and Spike loving side. I hope that it worked. Should I do a sequel? Tell me in your reviews! Otherwise, this is the end. Either way, for now I bid you a fond good-bye and hope that you don't leave this story disappointed.
L8ter Dayz!
Life is but a Dream2000
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop, even though it was at the top of my Christmas list! ~_^
Vicious walked into the convenient store parking lot, looking around for the usual black car. It wasn't anywhere in sight. Something was definitely a-miss here, and Vicious had a strange feeling that something was about to happen.
Vicious turned so that he was facing the street and walked backwards towards the wall of the convenient store, every now and then looking over his shoulder. This was so he wouldn't get caught off guard by a drive-by shooting or a sneak attack from behind, or anything else that he now incorporated with this feeling of unease. He finally hit the wall and looked left and right, his hand on his Katana.
"Why so jumpy Vicious?" a voice said beside him.
Vicious immediately turned around, pulling out his Katana. He was able to pull it out, but as soon as he did, his shoulder throbbed with pain and he dropped the sword, dropping to his knees.
"Pitiful," the voice said.
Vicious looked up to see where the voice was coming from and his eyes became thin slits. Standing over him was Spike, with that same smug look on his face as always. (Be truthful, how many of you saw that coming?)
"Very pitiful," Spike said. He leaned over to get a better look at Vicious.
"Shut up you bastard," Vicious whispered. How dare he call him pitiful, he had once been at the very top, the peak of the food chain. Him, pitiful? Then a thought came to him, if he killed Spike right now, maybe the boss wouldn't be mad at him. Either way, if he was going down, then Spike was going down with him!
Vicious lunged at Spike, but Spike was faster. He punched him in the shoulder and then kicked him in the stomach. Vicious fell to the ground but forced himself back up. Spike put a foot on Vicious's back and forced him back down.
"Why fight the inevitable?" Spike asked, "Just admit it to yourself that I won, it's over!"
"It's never over Spike." Vicious said, "Someday I will kill you!"
"No Vicious, you won't! Why can't you get over all this? The past, it's behind us! I've accepted it, why can't you?" Spike asked, leaning on his foot, pushing it farther into Vicious's back.
"Two reasons Spike." Vicious said, "One, you fucking ruined my life and two, I'll get paid when I kill you."
"Paid by whom? Your boss?" Spike asked.
""Yes," Vicious said suspiciously.
"Well I hate to disappoint you Vicious," Spike said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small device and then pressing it to his throat, causing his voice to change, "but you ain't getting paid."
Vicious's eyes went wide, it was the boss's voice, all this time he'd been right there! Toying with him like a puppet on strings, as if he hadn't humiliated him enough? Now he was officially pissed off!
Much to the complaint of his shoulder, Vicious pushed off the ground and kicked Spike right in his "manhood" (It's about time somebody fought dirty in the series!) Spike doubled over and Vicious used that time to grab Spike's shoulders and bring his knee up right into Spike's face.
"Damn, that felt good!" Vicious thought and went over to where he had dropped his Katana. He picked it up and turned around to see that Spike had his gun pointed right at his heart, blood trickling from the side of his mouth and his nose. Vicious smiled.
"Well, this seems familiar." Vicious said, his old self coming through at last.
"We don't have to do this." Spike said.
"I've been waiting for this too long to back out now!" Vicious replied.
With that, he charged at Spike. A clear shot rang through the air and Vicious fell to the ground. Spike fell to his knees, the tip of the Katana in his stomach.
"Thanks Spike." Vicious said.
"For what?" Spike asked, crawling over to Vicious.
"For finally waking me up and setting me free." Vicious said, staring off into space.
"You know, this really isn't that bad, dying." Vicious thought. "But come to think of it, neither was living."
With that, Vicious closed his eyes, not thinking anymore. Spike smiled and pulled out the katana from his stomach. He fell against the wall, breathing slowly.
After a few minutes, Fadia came running into the parking lot. She spotted Spike and Vicious, and ran over to them.
"Is he.I can't believe that you actually killed him!" Fadia said, coming over to Spike.
"He's not dead, I used a tranquilizer." Spike said, "Do m a favor and call the police, will ya?"
"What?" Fadia exclaimed.
"Tell the police that I caught Vicious," Spike said. "Why do you think that I made him do all that stuff? I knew sometime he'd slip up and the police would put a bounty on him."
"You really are a bastard aren't you!" Fadia said.
"No," Spike said. "He'll be put in jail and get out eventually. The police don't know him; it'll be considered a first offense. He might get some help with that am while he's in there, and when he gets out, we can have a proper rematch, and finally finish it."
THE END
Well, that's it. It took me forever to end it because I tried to make it appeal to my Vicious and Spike loving side. I hope that it worked. Should I do a sequel? Tell me in your reviews! Otherwise, this is the end. Either way, for now I bid you a fond good-bye and hope that you don't leave this story disappointed.
L8ter Dayz!
Life is but a Dream2000