To Every Ending, There Is A New Beginning
By: Tiffany Mahala
Chapter Five: Just to Introduce a Character
Marco walked into her office stumbling on just about everything he walked by. He was of average height and build but was by far the weakest of the bunch. He finally came up to the massive mahogany desk and sat in one of the white upholstered wing-backed chairs. A huge window that over looked the Ganymede harbor and had an excellent view of Jupiter made a silhouette of an executive's chair. Even with the room being in neutral colors it still seemed dark and Marco could hardly see the figure in the chair as it spun around to face him.
"Well, did you see him?", the figure spoke in a raspy voice.
"Yes, but last night he was quite intoxicated."
"Hmmm. Was he with anybody?"
Marco flipped through his notes as the figure raised from the chair and walked over to where he was sitting. The figure then knocked the papers out of Marco's hands and he cowered in the chair pulling his legs up to his chest as the shadowed figure leaned in.
"It should be an easy answer. Yes, he was with someone, or No, he wasn't . How hard can that be to say?" The figure pushed itself back off the chair and then called for the guards that were outside the door. Marco's eyes widened and he wet himself in fear.
"You know Marco, this is going to be the last time you turn a simple job into something difficult." The figure pounded it's fist on the desk and glowered at him. "Roland, Wilhelm, kill him." With those nonchalant words, Roland drew his weapon. Marco pleading for mercy began yelling that he wouldn't do it again if he had another chance.
"You've had plenty of chances." ,she looked at Roland and Wilhelm, "Why is he still alive?" And with those words the room filled with one single gun shot. It rang throughout the building. Blood stains splattered to the left of the chair and Marco's lifeless body slid to the floor making a puddle of blood there as well. Roland and Wilhelm waited for instructions of how to dispose of the body.
"Just throw him in the harbor and have someone clean up this mess." The figure stepped into the light to reveal a feminine form with silver streaks running through her purplish-black hair. She had her back to Roland and Wilhelm and instructed them to move now or they would have the same fate as Marco.
"Yes, ma'am."
* * * * *
When I woke up I found that I had been robbed and that Faye was missing as well. She also took the liberty to steal the money that Vicious had too. He was furious and was determined to find her and his money, no matter what.
"Ed found something. Spike-person!!" Ed and Ein were sitting in front of the computer monitor, Ed more enthralled than Ein. I rubbed my head and squinted as I leaned forward to the screen at which she was pointing feverously.
"Veronica came up very quick. I sifted through all the pictures and only found one that fit the description, but Spike-person there is no current information on her." she frowned and lifted the green goggles from over her eyes.
"Where's the most recent information, Ed?" I ran through my pants pockets and then looked through my jacket which was on the back of the couch. By then Vicious had forgotten about Faye and picked up in mine and Ed's conversation. I still hadn't found my cigarettes.
"Damn, that shrew. Not only does she steal all my money she takes my cigarettes as well."
"Hey Spike, catch." Jet threw me a half smoked butt from the doorway between the living room and kitchen.
"It's half smoked."
"Beggars can't be choosers."
"Hey little girl, where was the last reported sighting of Veronica?" said Vicious.
"Well, here's all the information. . ."we all looked at her as she started to hand a stack of papers to us but, as if reading our expressions, she wrote down the place instead. ". . .here I'll give you just the city. Umm. . . she was last seen on Mars. Here's the last known address."
"Faye. . . .!! breakfast is ready!!"
"She's gone."
"Huh!?! Where did she go?"
"How should we know? When I woke up my money and cigarettes were gone. She took Vicious' money as well."
The videophone rang and Ein answered it.
"Hey everybody, how's it going?" Faye sat in the Redtail and was smoking one of my Marlboro's. "Oh hi, Spike, Vicious. Just for that little stunt in my car last night, I decided to reap your rewards of last night. Pay- back's a bitch. Miss me?"
"Not hardly." Vicious murmured. Faye was taken aback and her eyebrows started to shape a V.
"Well then I guess you don't want to know what I found out?" She sat back in the cock-pit gleefully watching our eyebrows raise.
" 'What you found out' about what?", I knew she had probably screwed up somehow and was just taking us for a ride.
"Well I was on my way to Mars and I had to pit-stop. I walked into the little convenience store. Well to make a long story short I have another address that Ed wasn't able to find." she cockily flicked the ashes of her/my cigarette to the floor.
"What's the new address?" Jet questioned.
"It's still on Mars, but it's seems to be in the run-down part of town." she lifted a piece of paper and read off of it : "...1550 Garner Street."
"I see. . . you called us because you don't know you're way around Mars." Vicious had got into the groove of being just as smug as the rest of us. Faye sheepishly laughed but then decided it wasn't worth her time.
"Uh. . he he. . . I was going to help you but I guess you don't want my help. Hey, Ed where is there a bounty head close by?" Ed began to search for bounties and was confused at what I did next.
"Well, Faye you just did. Thanks", I said as she smiled and I cut her off.
* * * * *
The curtains in her office were drawn and with the little lighting, one could barely make out the shapes of various edged weapons mounted on the walls. Her vast collection included katanas, Arthurian, fencing and other types of swords as well as a custom made machete. The doors opened and in walked a young man with sunglasses and a black pin-striped suit. His brown hair was cut to right below the ears and his eyes were of the oddest color of blue she'd seen.
"My Lady. We have your car waiting." He stopped halfway in the room and stood with his hands behind his back.
"I'll be there in a minute." He turned around to leave but was stopped when she called to him. "Do you think that sometimes revenge can be bittersweet?"
"I-I don't understand, My Lady. What do you mean?" He had turned back to look at her and found that she had already caught up to him.
"Nothing. Let's go."
Chapter Five: Just to Introduce a Character
Marco walked into her office stumbling on just about everything he walked by. He was of average height and build but was by far the weakest of the bunch. He finally came up to the massive mahogany desk and sat in one of the white upholstered wing-backed chairs. A huge window that over looked the Ganymede harbor and had an excellent view of Jupiter made a silhouette of an executive's chair. Even with the room being in neutral colors it still seemed dark and Marco could hardly see the figure in the chair as it spun around to face him.
"Well, did you see him?", the figure spoke in a raspy voice.
"Yes, but last night he was quite intoxicated."
"Hmmm. Was he with anybody?"
Marco flipped through his notes as the figure raised from the chair and walked over to where he was sitting. The figure then knocked the papers out of Marco's hands and he cowered in the chair pulling his legs up to his chest as the shadowed figure leaned in.
"It should be an easy answer. Yes, he was with someone, or No, he wasn't . How hard can that be to say?" The figure pushed itself back off the chair and then called for the guards that were outside the door. Marco's eyes widened and he wet himself in fear.
"You know Marco, this is going to be the last time you turn a simple job into something difficult." The figure pounded it's fist on the desk and glowered at him. "Roland, Wilhelm, kill him." With those nonchalant words, Roland drew his weapon. Marco pleading for mercy began yelling that he wouldn't do it again if he had another chance.
"You've had plenty of chances." ,she looked at Roland and Wilhelm, "Why is he still alive?" And with those words the room filled with one single gun shot. It rang throughout the building. Blood stains splattered to the left of the chair and Marco's lifeless body slid to the floor making a puddle of blood there as well. Roland and Wilhelm waited for instructions of how to dispose of the body.
"Just throw him in the harbor and have someone clean up this mess." The figure stepped into the light to reveal a feminine form with silver streaks running through her purplish-black hair. She had her back to Roland and Wilhelm and instructed them to move now or they would have the same fate as Marco.
"Yes, ma'am."
* * * * *
When I woke up I found that I had been robbed and that Faye was missing as well. She also took the liberty to steal the money that Vicious had too. He was furious and was determined to find her and his money, no matter what.
"Ed found something. Spike-person!!" Ed and Ein were sitting in front of the computer monitor, Ed more enthralled than Ein. I rubbed my head and squinted as I leaned forward to the screen at which she was pointing feverously.
"Veronica came up very quick. I sifted through all the pictures and only found one that fit the description, but Spike-person there is no current information on her." she frowned and lifted the green goggles from over her eyes.
"Where's the most recent information, Ed?" I ran through my pants pockets and then looked through my jacket which was on the back of the couch. By then Vicious had forgotten about Faye and picked up in mine and Ed's conversation. I still hadn't found my cigarettes.
"Damn, that shrew. Not only does she steal all my money she takes my cigarettes as well."
"Hey Spike, catch." Jet threw me a half smoked butt from the doorway between the living room and kitchen.
"It's half smoked."
"Beggars can't be choosers."
"Hey little girl, where was the last reported sighting of Veronica?" said Vicious.
"Well, here's all the information. . ."we all looked at her as she started to hand a stack of papers to us but, as if reading our expressions, she wrote down the place instead. ". . .here I'll give you just the city. Umm. . . she was last seen on Mars. Here's the last known address."
"Faye. . . .!! breakfast is ready!!"
"She's gone."
"Huh!?! Where did she go?"
"How should we know? When I woke up my money and cigarettes were gone. She took Vicious' money as well."
The videophone rang and Ein answered it.
"Hey everybody, how's it going?" Faye sat in the Redtail and was smoking one of my Marlboro's. "Oh hi, Spike, Vicious. Just for that little stunt in my car last night, I decided to reap your rewards of last night. Pay- back's a bitch. Miss me?"
"Not hardly." Vicious murmured. Faye was taken aback and her eyebrows started to shape a V.
"Well then I guess you don't want to know what I found out?" She sat back in the cock-pit gleefully watching our eyebrows raise.
" 'What you found out' about what?", I knew she had probably screwed up somehow and was just taking us for a ride.
"Well I was on my way to Mars and I had to pit-stop. I walked into the little convenience store. Well to make a long story short I have another address that Ed wasn't able to find." she cockily flicked the ashes of her/my cigarette to the floor.
"What's the new address?" Jet questioned.
"It's still on Mars, but it's seems to be in the run-down part of town." she lifted a piece of paper and read off of it : "...1550 Garner Street."
"I see. . . you called us because you don't know you're way around Mars." Vicious had got into the groove of being just as smug as the rest of us. Faye sheepishly laughed but then decided it wasn't worth her time.
"Uh. . he he. . . I was going to help you but I guess you don't want my help. Hey, Ed where is there a bounty head close by?" Ed began to search for bounties and was confused at what I did next.
"Well, Faye you just did. Thanks", I said as she smiled and I cut her off.
* * * * *
The curtains in her office were drawn and with the little lighting, one could barely make out the shapes of various edged weapons mounted on the walls. Her vast collection included katanas, Arthurian, fencing and other types of swords as well as a custom made machete. The doors opened and in walked a young man with sunglasses and a black pin-striped suit. His brown hair was cut to right below the ears and his eyes were of the oddest color of blue she'd seen.
"My Lady. We have your car waiting." He stopped halfway in the room and stood with his hands behind his back.
"I'll be there in a minute." He turned around to leave but was stopped when she called to him. "Do you think that sometimes revenge can be bittersweet?"
"I-I don't understand, My Lady. What do you mean?" He had turned back to look at her and found that she had already caught up to him.
"Nothing. Let's go."