The door was decomposing with mildew and termites, this whole building was
wasted with decay. It's like a scene from a horror movie straight from the
fiery depths of Hell. It was making me feel uneasy, I wanted to know what
the hell she was doing in the God forsaken infection of a building. I've
hated this place ever since I was shitting in Pampers, I never wanted to
come back. Too many bad memories. My eye, all those shootouts with Vicious,
I'll get him sooner or later, that's what made me violent and what would
probably be my one-way ticket to Hell. I've ended the lives of many
unsuspecting people here that probably didn't deserve what they got. I even
scratched my knee the first time in this neighborhood, but I can only
remember the bad thinks that have happened to me in my life. No birthdays,
no baseball. Reminds of the way I used to live before I met the one girl I
ever loved.
Ah, stop thinking about her. You'll never find her and that's that! She's gone...
CREAK
Oh shit, the door just creaked, its open. I stepped inside carefully not knowing if what I would see would be a horrific site, or a pleasant one. I hope Faye's in here.
I kicked the door open when I got close and drew my gun.
There's nothing!?
I looked around this apartment. This place was extremely nice for a shitty apartment building, the walls were freshly painted blue, a wooden dresser pushed up against it near a window with a breeze going through it, moving the shades, creating a nice sound. The bed's sheets were blue too, someone has slept there last night. The imprints of a body were neatly etched into it.
I guess she was here, I'll call Jet later.
"Faye?" I whispered as I snuck through the neatly furnished apartment, The kitchen was better than the Bebop's. The table had empty plates on it, the tiles were freshly mopped, the ceiling fan over the table was slowly turning.The refrigerator was top of the line, with pictures magnetized to it?
I checked them out- They were of Faye. There were maybe twenty of them. Some from the Bebop, some were outside, some were really old looking and curling. All of the old ones were Faye, except a lot younger, like a little girl. Why were they so old?
The Kodak copyright sign on the back says 2004. How could that be?
I heard a door open in the apartment. I jumped back and pushed myself behind a wall that led to a long corridor. Jeez, there was even old fashioned wall paper, why would Faye be here. I can't stop asking myself.
I looked down the hall for a few seconds until a door creaked open down by the second to last door. I pulled my head back behind the wall and listened.
"Hello?"
Oh shit! That's Faye's voice.
Ah, stop thinking about her. You'll never find her and that's that! She's gone...
CREAK
Oh shit, the door just creaked, its open. I stepped inside carefully not knowing if what I would see would be a horrific site, or a pleasant one. I hope Faye's in here.
I kicked the door open when I got close and drew my gun.
There's nothing!?
I looked around this apartment. This place was extremely nice for a shitty apartment building, the walls were freshly painted blue, a wooden dresser pushed up against it near a window with a breeze going through it, moving the shades, creating a nice sound. The bed's sheets were blue too, someone has slept there last night. The imprints of a body were neatly etched into it.
I guess she was here, I'll call Jet later.
"Faye?" I whispered as I snuck through the neatly furnished apartment, The kitchen was better than the Bebop's. The table had empty plates on it, the tiles were freshly mopped, the ceiling fan over the table was slowly turning.The refrigerator was top of the line, with pictures magnetized to it?
I checked them out- They were of Faye. There were maybe twenty of them. Some from the Bebop, some were outside, some were really old looking and curling. All of the old ones were Faye, except a lot younger, like a little girl. Why were they so old?
The Kodak copyright sign on the back says 2004. How could that be?
I heard a door open in the apartment. I jumped back and pushed myself behind a wall that led to a long corridor. Jeez, there was even old fashioned wall paper, why would Faye be here. I can't stop asking myself.
I looked down the hall for a few seconds until a door creaked open down by the second to last door. I pulled my head back behind the wall and listened.
"Hello?"
Oh shit! That's Faye's voice.