I don't own Cowboy Bebop.
Warning: This episode is a little more blood descriptive than previous chapters…I think. You've been warned.
=Roulette=
Her eyes fluttered open. She was so damn tired. She had tried to move for the past…she didn't know.
She had heard gun fire. But now…Faye heard silence. It was what scared her the most.
Decades ago…the day her life had changed…it was silent as the ship was torn apart from the flying debris of a satellite. She couldn't remember the scream of any of the passengers; she could only hear the sounds of nothing. That was how space was.
When Spike and Jet had captured her and locked her in that damn bathroom, she heard nothing. That was why she had to get out of there so bad. She hated the quiet.
Even when she was little, she hated silence. That's why she loved the beach so much. She could listen to the waves dance in the ocean. She could hear the soft singing of the birds that would stay there. She would hear the laughter of children or parents as they passed by her window.
But now she heard nothing.
And she couldn't do anything about it. Her body was like a boulder. It wouldn't move no matter how much she tried to push it.
Is Spike…?
She couldn't bring herself to even think that. She didn't want to…She couldn't…
She screamed her frustration. She wanted to move and get out of there.
The bag--her freedom-- was only a few feet from her too! She struggled with herself. She tried to make herself just twitch.
Is there any point to this? Her mind cried out at her.
She moved her feet.
Why do you even try? He's not here for you!
Faye swung her body to the side. The chair was slowly tipping over.
Forget it Valentine. He only has eyes for Julia.
The chair fell over. Her feet were so close to the table. She forced her legs to kick. Perspiration beaded at her brow, but still she tried with all her might. She glanced up and saw the needles teetering over the edge. She was close. She kicked again and the bag toppled over.
Faye shut her eyes as items crashed against the floor. Shards of glass flew at her face and she felt the new cuts, but, she thought to herself, it's a small price to pay.
Looking once again at the supplies, she was happy to find one of the needles next to her hand. She picked it up, easily, and began her work.
This is a new day. I'm no longer going to be that helpless girl…
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The feel of the metal within his flesh was almost unbearable. He grabbed the blade and kept it in his skin. As long as he had this…He shot Vicious in the stomach at almost point blank range. Five more shots to go.
His opponent reeled back, kicking the gun out of Spikes hand as he let go of the sword handle. Vicious' hand clamped down against his stomach in reaction to the new pain. Spike watched as he took a few steps back.
The katana dropped with a loud clang in the building but both men stood frozen on the floor. Nothing moved around them. Not their eyes, not there mouths, not there bodies.
They listened to each other's harsh breathing. It was heavy and short in the near deafening silence.
"Like old times." Vicious voice sounded severe. He grinned as he let go of his wound and let it bleed freely. Like waves, it lapped down his clothes and dripped on the floor in a puddle around his feet. Slowly it began to ooze toward Spike.
Spike kicked the katana toward Vicious. "Yup," he grunted. He could feel his own blood spill down his shoulder. It was warm and thick like honey.
He took out his other gun. There was no way he was going to find the old one in the darkness. That left him with two more bullets. He had to make these count.
Vicious grabbed his sword and submerged into the darkness.
Spike listened. He could hear the drip of his blood and that of Vicious'. It was a dead give away.
Turning around, he saw his nemesis dart toward him. He shot, but Vicious dodged easily. One more bullet.
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Vicious slammed the sword against Spike. He could feel the metal vibrate in his hands. He looked up to see that Spike had blocked the sword with his gun.
He grinned and turned. His sword flew and hit. Spike's cry was unmistakable.
Vicious withdrew and plunged the sword within Spike's chest.
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Vicious jumped back as Spike fired his last bullet. He missed.
"You missed," Vicious stated. His self satisfying smirk made Spike nearly gag. Nearly.
"Did I?"
Vicious heard the gun go off once again.
=End Chapter=
Roulette is a song title from System of a Down. Thanks for all the reviews. It makes me write faster. And another little warning, there are about two more chapters to go before this story ends. However, I don't know if I want a good ending or a bad ending…or a very evil ending. I have yet to decide. Give me some of your thoughts.
~LATZ~
