Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop, however, I did dream about some guy
who had a green afro, before Cowboy Bebop was created. Does that count?
I apologize for the last chapter's grammar and spelling. I was excited to share the first Cowboy Bebop fanfic that I really didn't bother to edit effectively. I promise to make up in this chapter, and try to step up from your expectations. Thank you, if you're still reading this right now.
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Vade Mecum
Chapter 1: Rewinding the Era
By Bubs411
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To make any kind of sense of it, I need to go back three years. Back to the night the pain started...
- Max Payne
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Jesus, I was tired.
"Cap him, you clowns!" The goon shouted.
It was very tiring to be chased through the city, and it was more tiring, trying to dodge the bullets from the guys who were chasing you. It was night obviously, because if I was caught like this in the day, I would've been shot by now. Man, they should've still made those steel walls back in 2069...
Jesus, my balls are sore. It's REALLY hard trying to convert all your pain throughout your body from your crotch, one says. Guessing would simply, flat out ignore the person who sent these two-bit hoods after me; after all, the symbol on their suits hit me point blank in the face.
Vicious, that Kenshin fanatic
Vicious and I dated back a year ago, but until right now, I wished I didn't even meet the freak. I sniffed and tried to concentrate on the way, trying to ignore the fallout that red cylinder had created; that bloody-eye stuff hit hard, perhaps a bit too hard to handle.
The black raven crowed.
Shit, he's here.
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"The autopsy's here, you wanna see?" Faye asked.
"What's there to see? Vicious tore Spike a new one, end of story," Jet predicted.
"No, I'm not talking about Spike, I'm talking about Vicious."
"Huh? How the hell did you get that?"
"Well. getting molested by Ed has its good sides."
Jet looked at her very strangely, as she was actually providing help for the entourage. The autopsy showed a bullet wound in the upper torso, by a Jericho 941. The bullet managed to get stuck inside the heart, rather bypassing it.
"That's one crap bullet," Jet pointed out.
"Maybe it was intentional, maybe it was meant for Vicious?" Faye raised her opinion. "Anyways, the autopsy for Spike might take a while. They managed to do Vicious first, but some accident set every machine haywire. Pfft, dorky hackers"
"Look who's talking."
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A rain of black, rough feathers quickly erased my hope. He was here.
Vicious
"You think you could escape like that, Spike?"
Vicious was NEVER the type of guy who would wear nothing but black. I've never thought of leaving the planet untouched, Vicious-free. He was the kind of shadow that you threw stones at, a kind of shadow that would strike first. My fingers twitched, as my death loomed ahead.
A small vial clashed and broke on the concrete, while he stared at me with bloodshot eyes. He took the Bloody-Eye, but the worst thing was he used the whole frigging bottle. His sword, the Buke-Zukuri dangled from his hip. It was rumored that he could deflect bullets with his sword now, and a lot of other rumors that I've taken into consideration.
Damn, my gun was almost empty.
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"GIVE ME ANOTHER FUCKIN' SHOT!!!!!" Faye vulgarly shouted.
Jet slouched, as Faye was pulling another crowd scene; something that was worth of grabbing a Sniper Rifle, shooting her point blank, and then going necrophilia on her ass. Endless sighs made Faye's jonesing for the alcohol more, while more people wanted her to shut the hell up.
"Oh my god, can you please make her shut the hell up?" The bartender suggested.
"Many have tried, none have prevailed," Jet retorted.
"I'll give you shot babe, just come with me."
Jet turned around, and simply saw a mid 20s man who offered Faye a shot. He was bulky, egotistic as hell, and had his 4 buddies rooting for him in the back. It was too late to talk her out of it, as Faye shuffled next to him in the back alley. Lets see. he thought, either rescue Faye, or drink the whiskey that was neatly placed on the bar table. This neighborhood had a reputation of thievery, and goddamn it, whiskey is expensive.
Out of all the choices, he chose door number 1.
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SCWING!!!
The battle was furious, as Vicious was finally feeling the effects of the Bloody-Eye. Saying Vicious is kicking my ass would be an understatement, well, to him anyway. I was getting thrashed, thrown around, and abused by his flurries of slicing and dicing. I quickly answered back with an outside hook kick to his face, and tried to purge his katana from his hand.
"Come on Vicious, is that all you got?" I proudly shouted.
He didn't say, as his face was WAY full of anger. I tried to dodge his slashes, but it was no use. The fallout of this battle was simple, death. My right hand was severed, my left leg stabbed, and my torso neatly carved. Jericho was empty and bruised, since I've tried to play tennis with Vicious's head. Body stopped, and that lead on to falling down.
"So, you'll cry tears of scarlet," Vicious smugly announced.
I not afraid of dieing, I just didn't want to. However, this world was crap anyway, so why not accept death with a box of chocolates? Maybe being pessimistic was the correct way to behave, and Satanism wasn't really that bad. Nobody dies a virgin, as life screws us over and over.
But the question was did I REALLY want to die, right here, right now? The blade was pointing directly to my neck, and by God, it stank like blood.
Do I want to die?
..
..
..
..
..
No.
I threw my body to a nearby ship that was taking off. A loud thud echoed in the distance, while a glimpse of Vicious, thrusting his sword into his scabbard, was the last faint memory of the most recent, closed era. A smile creaked into my face, as a familiar face was piloting the ship I've crashed on.
Yay, nappy time
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WACK!
Faye back kicked the molester in the back of his head, and snatched the USP from his right hand. She then took out a small, plastic tree holder, and securely clipped it on his wrists, and then tied his legs as well. Jet came running out the bar, and stopped immediately to his surprise.
"Here, read this, my knight in shining armor," Faye smugly offered.
Faye tossed a poster onto Jet's face, while Jet was still stunned to talk. His name was Edward Gammel, and he was worth 200,000 Wulongs for sexual assault. His face was unclear, since most bounty heads usually change their face occasionally. Although he wasn't unconscious, he couldn't do jack. Faye teased by unclipping her bra, and stuffed the linen in his mouth. Jet helped her by duct tapping his mouth shut, and continued to carry him to the nearest ISSP.
"How the hell.?" Jet curiously asked.
"Well. let's say, Spike's death gave me a catharsis I didn't want," Faye answered.
A familiar Bebop tune played over, as Jet smiled as his team bagged one. Although 200,000 weren't worth much, it was something that could afford meat, and more Bonsai trees. He awkwardly took out the sunglasses from his breast pocket, and smirked while putting them on.
It was going to be one helluva ride with Faye replacing Spike.
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I KNOW. THAT I'M NO. SUPERMAN.
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Trailer for next chapter
Faye - Saying goodbye is never easy. To your beloved, friends, it always puts a dent in someone's heart and soul. Even if that cared person is ruining your life, it's always hard to say goodbye. No matter how you say it, see ya, goodbye, catch you later, it's always sad that person won't be by your side. But, in the end, you know you're right that you said that seven letter word.
Jigkai - "Bitter, Sweet Symphony
I apologize for the last chapter's grammar and spelling. I was excited to share the first Cowboy Bebop fanfic that I really didn't bother to edit effectively. I promise to make up in this chapter, and try to step up from your expectations. Thank you, if you're still reading this right now.
---------------------------------
Vade Mecum
Chapter 1: Rewinding the Era
By Bubs411
---------------------------------
To make any kind of sense of it, I need to go back three years. Back to the night the pain started...
- Max Payne
================================ --------------------------------
Jesus, I was tired.
"Cap him, you clowns!" The goon shouted.
It was very tiring to be chased through the city, and it was more tiring, trying to dodge the bullets from the guys who were chasing you. It was night obviously, because if I was caught like this in the day, I would've been shot by now. Man, they should've still made those steel walls back in 2069...
Jesus, my balls are sore. It's REALLY hard trying to convert all your pain throughout your body from your crotch, one says. Guessing would simply, flat out ignore the person who sent these two-bit hoods after me; after all, the symbol on their suits hit me point blank in the face.
Vicious, that Kenshin fanatic
Vicious and I dated back a year ago, but until right now, I wished I didn't even meet the freak. I sniffed and tried to concentrate on the way, trying to ignore the fallout that red cylinder had created; that bloody-eye stuff hit hard, perhaps a bit too hard to handle.
The black raven crowed.
Shit, he's here.
=============================== ------------------------------- -------------------------------
"The autopsy's here, you wanna see?" Faye asked.
"What's there to see? Vicious tore Spike a new one, end of story," Jet predicted.
"No, I'm not talking about Spike, I'm talking about Vicious."
"Huh? How the hell did you get that?"
"Well. getting molested by Ed has its good sides."
Jet looked at her very strangely, as she was actually providing help for the entourage. The autopsy showed a bullet wound in the upper torso, by a Jericho 941. The bullet managed to get stuck inside the heart, rather bypassing it.
"That's one crap bullet," Jet pointed out.
"Maybe it was intentional, maybe it was meant for Vicious?" Faye raised her opinion. "Anyways, the autopsy for Spike might take a while. They managed to do Vicious first, but some accident set every machine haywire. Pfft, dorky hackers"
"Look who's talking."
=============================== -------------------------------
A rain of black, rough feathers quickly erased my hope. He was here.
Vicious
"You think you could escape like that, Spike?"
Vicious was NEVER the type of guy who would wear nothing but black. I've never thought of leaving the planet untouched, Vicious-free. He was the kind of shadow that you threw stones at, a kind of shadow that would strike first. My fingers twitched, as my death loomed ahead.
A small vial clashed and broke on the concrete, while he stared at me with bloodshot eyes. He took the Bloody-Eye, but the worst thing was he used the whole frigging bottle. His sword, the Buke-Zukuri dangled from his hip. It was rumored that he could deflect bullets with his sword now, and a lot of other rumors that I've taken into consideration.
Damn, my gun was almost empty.
================================ -------------------------------- --------------------------------
"GIVE ME ANOTHER FUCKIN' SHOT!!!!!" Faye vulgarly shouted.
Jet slouched, as Faye was pulling another crowd scene; something that was worth of grabbing a Sniper Rifle, shooting her point blank, and then going necrophilia on her ass. Endless sighs made Faye's jonesing for the alcohol more, while more people wanted her to shut the hell up.
"Oh my god, can you please make her shut the hell up?" The bartender suggested.
"Many have tried, none have prevailed," Jet retorted.
"I'll give you shot babe, just come with me."
Jet turned around, and simply saw a mid 20s man who offered Faye a shot. He was bulky, egotistic as hell, and had his 4 buddies rooting for him in the back. It was too late to talk her out of it, as Faye shuffled next to him in the back alley. Lets see. he thought, either rescue Faye, or drink the whiskey that was neatly placed on the bar table. This neighborhood had a reputation of thievery, and goddamn it, whiskey is expensive.
Out of all the choices, he chose door number 1.
================================ --------------------------------
SCWING!!!
The battle was furious, as Vicious was finally feeling the effects of the Bloody-Eye. Saying Vicious is kicking my ass would be an understatement, well, to him anyway. I was getting thrashed, thrown around, and abused by his flurries of slicing and dicing. I quickly answered back with an outside hook kick to his face, and tried to purge his katana from his hand.
"Come on Vicious, is that all you got?" I proudly shouted.
He didn't say, as his face was WAY full of anger. I tried to dodge his slashes, but it was no use. The fallout of this battle was simple, death. My right hand was severed, my left leg stabbed, and my torso neatly carved. Jericho was empty and bruised, since I've tried to play tennis with Vicious's head. Body stopped, and that lead on to falling down.
"So, you'll cry tears of scarlet," Vicious smugly announced.
I not afraid of dieing, I just didn't want to. However, this world was crap anyway, so why not accept death with a box of chocolates? Maybe being pessimistic was the correct way to behave, and Satanism wasn't really that bad. Nobody dies a virgin, as life screws us over and over.
But the question was did I REALLY want to die, right here, right now? The blade was pointing directly to my neck, and by God, it stank like blood.
Do I want to die?
..
..
..
..
..
No.
I threw my body to a nearby ship that was taking off. A loud thud echoed in the distance, while a glimpse of Vicious, thrusting his sword into his scabbard, was the last faint memory of the most recent, closed era. A smile creaked into my face, as a familiar face was piloting the ship I've crashed on.
Yay, nappy time
=============================== ------------------------------- -------------------------------
WACK!
Faye back kicked the molester in the back of his head, and snatched the USP from his right hand. She then took out a small, plastic tree holder, and securely clipped it on his wrists, and then tied his legs as well. Jet came running out the bar, and stopped immediately to his surprise.
"Here, read this, my knight in shining armor," Faye smugly offered.
Faye tossed a poster onto Jet's face, while Jet was still stunned to talk. His name was Edward Gammel, and he was worth 200,000 Wulongs for sexual assault. His face was unclear, since most bounty heads usually change their face occasionally. Although he wasn't unconscious, he couldn't do jack. Faye teased by unclipping her bra, and stuffed the linen in his mouth. Jet helped her by duct tapping his mouth shut, and continued to carry him to the nearest ISSP.
"How the hell.?" Jet curiously asked.
"Well. let's say, Spike's death gave me a catharsis I didn't want," Faye answered.
A familiar Bebop tune played over, as Jet smiled as his team bagged one. Although 200,000 weren't worth much, it was something that could afford meat, and more Bonsai trees. He awkwardly took out the sunglasses from his breast pocket, and smirked while putting them on.
It was going to be one helluva ride with Faye replacing Spike.
-----------------------------
I KNOW. THAT I'M NO. SUPERMAN.
----------------------------
Trailer for next chapter
Faye - Saying goodbye is never easy. To your beloved, friends, it always puts a dent in someone's heart and soul. Even if that cared person is ruining your life, it's always hard to say goodbye. No matter how you say it, see ya, goodbye, catch you later, it's always sad that person won't be by your side. But, in the end, you know you're right that you said that seven letter word.
Jigkai - "Bitter, Sweet Symphony