A/N: So here is the last chapter, or maybe not? I think. Well in all truth
there is another chapter after this but only one more. Maybe I will make a
SEQUEL!!! MWAHAHAH! UH, anyway. I can't write fight scenes for shit. I
needed help. So I got some. Err.. They seem funky though.this is most
definitely going to be a long long chapter. If it isn't I will be shocked.
Here goes:
p.s. Turns out this is a really really really long chapter. I'm sorry if it's too long.
Well I guess no one liked the last chapter or they didn't read it but yeah. I got one review. I took a week off. And here ya go. Hope ya like it.
Thanks to all those who reviewed and everything.
Anyway enough babbling: On with the story:
I NO OWN BEBOP le COWBOY. Haha don't sue me!
Chapter 10 - Blood easily spilt
If they touched one hair on Faye's head I'm going to fucking rip them apart, Spike thought as he quickly made his way to the large building that loomed above him. A shadow of a man glided toward Spike as he entered the compound. Fluid like water Spike ducked into a corner waiting for his victim. Drawing back his foot Spike came in direct contact with the back of the henchman's knee. "What the fuck?" the man cried as he stumbled forward. The Cowboy drew his gun and quickly pistol-whipped the poor guy lying on the floor. The man reached out for Spike's ankle as he turned to leave. "God-dammit," Spike cursed before kicking the man swiftly in the temple. He sighed walking away. This is going to be a pain in the ass, he rolled his eyes. Walking quickly down another corridor Spike spots his next victim. Undetected he walks right up behind the guy and taps him on the shoulder. No sound except for a slight crunch is exchanged between the two as the man turns and Spike swiftly jabs his open palm up and into the man's nose, shattering the cartilage and lodging it into his skull. Hiding his kill quickly among a recess in the wall he moves on.
As quickly as possible Spike quickly made his way around the compound, checking in various rooms for Faye. Finding nothing he knew that it wasn't going to be that easy to find her but he had to check just in case. There was barely anyone walking around, as if they were expecting him with welcome arms. Finally as he neared another door he could hear someone talking behind it. "I hate this fucking job. Been with the Syndicate for how many years and look where I am? Still a lousy foot soldier?" The rest was inaudible. Spike knocked softly on the door and waited. He heard the chair push back and the man's heavy footsteps as he neared the door. The man opened the door without hesitation and was met with a closed fist. He greeted the floor with his face openly. The cowboy grabbed the man quickly hauling him back into the room. "What do you know about Faye Valentine?" Spike hissed into the man's face as he slammed him into a nearby wall slightly lifting him off the ground.
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," The man says almost menacingly considering his situation. The man glared at Spike before quickly head butting him. Spike stumbled ever so gracefully into a nearby shelf causing several glass vases and ornaments to shatter as they hit the floor. Well, looks like my cover is blown. I'm surprised more goons didn't come running. The two men now faced each other. "So this is the game you want to play huh?" he asked before straightening out, his vision blurred as he spun and landed a standing round house on the bastard's right shoulder, feeling the crack of bones as if they were eggshells.
"I told you I don't know anything," the man whimpered to the floor.
"Is that so?" Spike asked raising an eyebrow.
The man raised his head painfully looking into Spike's eyes he said, "They knew you'd come. They want you to come. They're waiting.for you." The man cried softly before Spike kicked him in the back of the head and left the room unfazed.
So, somebody else is after me too huh?
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"He has come for you," Morgan said calmly as he faced the huge window in front of him. Faye glared at him from across the room. He had moved her from her cell to his sitting room. Also ordering that she be 'cleaned up'. So now her wrists were shackled, and lay limply in her lap. She leaned up against the wall wearing a strapless black and red ball gown. Which would have looked wonderful on her had it not been for the large bruises, gashes and scrapes all over her face and body. Her black and violet hair hung over her bloodied and brushed yet still beautiful face. Faye looked up at Morgan with tears in her eyes, but he couldn't see her. "You're wasting your tears on him Miss Valentine," he said to her almost sadly, still not looking at her. His mind was definitely somewhere else at that moment. He didn't even care that Spike was almost on them. He will die. I will kill him and the girl. I will get my revenge and this will all end. He thought staring off into the darkness.
"Revenge will not bring you happiness." Faye said almost reading his mind. He turned to her.
"I don't want happiness. I just want my sanity back."
"Vicious is still dead no matter what you do. They're both still dead no matter whom you kill. You'll still feel the same once we're dead."
"What would you know of it?" He asked glaring at her, ready to slap her for any remark he didn't like.
"." She said nothing.
"Yes, that's what I thought. It's about time you learned to shut up."
Faye glared at him. If I ever get out of these chains I am so going to kick his ass. She gritted her teeth. "You know the last man who treated me this badly ended up dead." Faye smiled at him sweetly as she said this. Even though it pained her to do so it still felt good to see that the remark pissed him off. A swift kick to her side was his reply.
"I should just kill you right now before Spiegel even gets here. That would be sweet now wouldn't it.Faye?" He said moving so that his face was inches away from hers. He leaned in for a kiss. Faye winced.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a lighthearted yet deadly serious voice called from across the room.
The two both turned their heads and looked at Spike in surprise. Faye would've smiled if she could. Morgan just squinted his eyes in disgust and anger at being interrupted. "Well I see that you finally decided to grace us with your presence." He said straightening out. Spike aimed at Morgan.
"Let Faye go."
"Oh no I don't think so. You both owe me your lives." A small smile formed on Morgan's lips.
Spike raised an eyebrow.
"You killed my master, and she took away my idiot brother."
Spike nodded in understanding. He stole a quick glance at Faye. His anger rose at seeing her so badly beaten and mistreated. Squinting at Morgan he asked, " So I guess treating woman badly runs in the family huh?"
Morgan clenched his teeth, " I guess it does. Women disgust me. My brother loved women. He wanted to see every inch of them, especially the insides." He smiled at saying this.
Faye wanted to puke. She was glad she killed Jake. Even if it meant that she would now die. It didn't matter.
"I'm telling you for the last time. Let_Faye_ go."
Morgan raised one pale finger to his chin and looked up at the ceiling as if seriously pondering this. "Nah I don't think so, " he said quickly throwing a small dagger in Spike's direction. Spike easily dodged it; jumping side ways through the air he fired a shot at Morgan. The man in black tried to dodge the bullet but he winced as the bullet nicked his right arm. He actually hit me? How did this happen? He moaned slightly as he fell near Faye. She tried to scoot away from him but she didn't get very far considering the shape she was in. He grabbed her fiercely pulling her towards him with his good arm. Knowing that she was too weak and wounded to really fight him. He hauled her up off the floor and used her as a human shield against Spike.
"Come any closer and the bitch dies." Morgan warned now holding a knife to Faye's throat. Silent tears rolled down Faye's cheeks. The ball gown dragged on the floor as Morgan almost danced her around in front of Spike. The bounty hunter kept his eyes on her the whole time. He saw her tears; looking into her emerald eyes he knew what she was thinking. Just let him kill me. Save yourself, Spike.
"No Faye," was all he said. She gaped at him.
"How.?" she whispered
"Drop your weapon Spiegel!" Morgan yelled cutting her off. Four henchmen type guys entered the room at that moment as if on cue.
"Fine," Spike said looking off to the side at one of the goons as he chucked the gun in Morgan's direction. I don't need the gun anyway, he thought once again. It slide across the floor until it was only inches away from Faye's bare feet. She glanced at it. But made no other motion in its direction. Morgan smiled as he began to cut into Faye's throat. Her eyes grew wide, but she wasn't feeling the pain quite yet. She looked directly into Spike's mismatched eyes and saw vibrant shades of red flow through both. He was pissed. Small drops of blood ran down her neck. He touched more than just a hair on her head and you're standing here doing nothing!?!?! His mind screamed at him. Spike took a step towards them. The four men stood their ground around the three.
"What did I just say Spike? One step and she dies!" He pushed the knife deeper at her throat.
Something inside Faye once again snapped just as it had the night she killed Morgan's brother.
"Fuck this!" she yelled elbowing Morgan in the ribs she grabbed the hand with the knife and flipped his sorry ass over her head. She twisted his wrist until he dropped the weapon, still holding his hand; she pressed her foot into his throat. He coughed, pushing at her foot with his other hand. "Bitch, you will die. even if I have to. die with. you," he choked out. Faye was unfazed. At that moment she felt no pain. Glaring down at him she spit in his face. Morgan glared at her as he struggled.
She was about to break his windpipe when suddenly she snapped out of it. Realizing that four guns were now aimed at her, the pain came back and she fainted. Falling in a heap at Morgan's side Faye looked like she could have been dead.
"Faye!" Spike cried out.
"Get him!" Morgan screamed grabbing at his throat as he tried to stand. All four guys ran towards Spike. He stood his ground waiting for them to attack. The sound of a gunshot rang through the room and one of the goons dropped to the floor. Spike looked in the direction that the shot came from but whoever was helping him was using the shadows to their advantage. Suddenly, a big bulky balding man emerges from the shadows shooting another man down in his wake. "JET!" Spike yelled almost happily. "What the hell are you doing here? You still look like shit!" Spike asked but he doesn't care. He's glad his comrade is there to back him up.
"That's for me. That's for Ed." Jet paused as another Syndicate guy came rushing towards him. The ex-cop didn't hesitate to punch the guy square in the face. The man stumbled back holding his nose. Jet shoots him in the leg and the man dropped to the floor, unsure of what part of his body he should hold right now. "And that's for my cracked ribs."
Finally Morgan and the last guy stand together facing Spike, the only two things between him and Faye. The smile Spike had only seconds before quickly fades. "What now Morgan? This is getting old already." Spike asks. Morgan smiled back at him raising his gun and once again trying to take aim at Spike.
Faye's eyes fluttered open barely and then shut again. What the hell is going on? She asked herself. Where am I again? Her fingers brushed against something cold and smooth. Faye probed the object further. A long slender finger coiled around the trigger while she pulled the rest of Spike's gun firmly into her hand. Her eyes opened slowly. Everything was moving in slow motion. The man next to Morgan began to fire almost uncontrollably at Jet and Spike and they were both dodging around for cover while Morgan began chucking knifes at the two. A throwing knife somehow found it's way into Spike's thigh and he grunted as he fell. Finally the goon landed a shot in Spike's chest before his clip emptied. It was at that moment that Spike's mismatched eyes met Faye's emerald ones.
'You owe me big time for this, Valentine.' That's what he had. That's what she would do.
As the man tried frantically to reload his clip Faye took aim. He never even sensed the eminent danger lurking behind him. Finally loading it he aimed menacingly at Spike. She closed her eyes as she pulled the trigger. Completely missing the look on the man's face. Missing the blood spray. All she heard was the thud of the man's body hitting the floor. Her eyes forced themselves open. Morgan turned to her, and without missing a beat she fired at him lodging bullet after bullet into his disgusting body. Jake and Morgan's faces flashing in front of her eyes as she emptied the clip. Finally Spike rose to his feet. Click.Click.Click.She continued to pull the trigger long after all the bullets had faded away. Her eyes had glazed over and she was staring at the spot where Morgan had once stood.
"Faye. Knock it off," Spike said as he pried the gun from her fingers. She looked up into his calm face. Blood poured from her lip, which she had been biting. "We have to get out of here. Can you stand?"
She gaped at him like he was speaking gibberish.
"Faye? Are you in there?"
She blinked a couple of times. "Huh?" she finally asked.
"Can you walk?"
The three wounded comrades made their way out of the compound arm in arm; each getting support from the other. Spike was actually the least injured so he was supporting most of the weight of the other two.
"Faye, you look like shit." He said as he helped her into the Swordfish.
"Spike, you're a real charmer you know that?" She replied trying hard to smile but it was weak. He looked up at her, reaching up he pushed a stray strand of hair back away from her face. Faye's eyes widened in confusion at the gesture.
"Let's get you back to the Bebop before you pass out again," and with that he walked around and climbed in. The Swordfish was barely big enough for the two of them but for some reason Spike had insisted that she ride with him. This is so fucking strange.he thought as they took off.
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p.s. Turns out this is a really really really long chapter. I'm sorry if it's too long.
Well I guess no one liked the last chapter or they didn't read it but yeah. I got one review. I took a week off. And here ya go. Hope ya like it.
Thanks to all those who reviewed and everything.
Anyway enough babbling: On with the story:
I NO OWN BEBOP le COWBOY. Haha don't sue me!
Chapter 10 - Blood easily spilt
If they touched one hair on Faye's head I'm going to fucking rip them apart, Spike thought as he quickly made his way to the large building that loomed above him. A shadow of a man glided toward Spike as he entered the compound. Fluid like water Spike ducked into a corner waiting for his victim. Drawing back his foot Spike came in direct contact with the back of the henchman's knee. "What the fuck?" the man cried as he stumbled forward. The Cowboy drew his gun and quickly pistol-whipped the poor guy lying on the floor. The man reached out for Spike's ankle as he turned to leave. "God-dammit," Spike cursed before kicking the man swiftly in the temple. He sighed walking away. This is going to be a pain in the ass, he rolled his eyes. Walking quickly down another corridor Spike spots his next victim. Undetected he walks right up behind the guy and taps him on the shoulder. No sound except for a slight crunch is exchanged between the two as the man turns and Spike swiftly jabs his open palm up and into the man's nose, shattering the cartilage and lodging it into his skull. Hiding his kill quickly among a recess in the wall he moves on.
As quickly as possible Spike quickly made his way around the compound, checking in various rooms for Faye. Finding nothing he knew that it wasn't going to be that easy to find her but he had to check just in case. There was barely anyone walking around, as if they were expecting him with welcome arms. Finally as he neared another door he could hear someone talking behind it. "I hate this fucking job. Been with the Syndicate for how many years and look where I am? Still a lousy foot soldier?" The rest was inaudible. Spike knocked softly on the door and waited. He heard the chair push back and the man's heavy footsteps as he neared the door. The man opened the door without hesitation and was met with a closed fist. He greeted the floor with his face openly. The cowboy grabbed the man quickly hauling him back into the room. "What do you know about Faye Valentine?" Spike hissed into the man's face as he slammed him into a nearby wall slightly lifting him off the ground.
"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," The man says almost menacingly considering his situation. The man glared at Spike before quickly head butting him. Spike stumbled ever so gracefully into a nearby shelf causing several glass vases and ornaments to shatter as they hit the floor. Well, looks like my cover is blown. I'm surprised more goons didn't come running. The two men now faced each other. "So this is the game you want to play huh?" he asked before straightening out, his vision blurred as he spun and landed a standing round house on the bastard's right shoulder, feeling the crack of bones as if they were eggshells.
"I told you I don't know anything," the man whimpered to the floor.
"Is that so?" Spike asked raising an eyebrow.
The man raised his head painfully looking into Spike's eyes he said, "They knew you'd come. They want you to come. They're waiting.for you." The man cried softly before Spike kicked him in the back of the head and left the room unfazed.
So, somebody else is after me too huh?
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"He has come for you," Morgan said calmly as he faced the huge window in front of him. Faye glared at him from across the room. He had moved her from her cell to his sitting room. Also ordering that she be 'cleaned up'. So now her wrists were shackled, and lay limply in her lap. She leaned up against the wall wearing a strapless black and red ball gown. Which would have looked wonderful on her had it not been for the large bruises, gashes and scrapes all over her face and body. Her black and violet hair hung over her bloodied and brushed yet still beautiful face. Faye looked up at Morgan with tears in her eyes, but he couldn't see her. "You're wasting your tears on him Miss Valentine," he said to her almost sadly, still not looking at her. His mind was definitely somewhere else at that moment. He didn't even care that Spike was almost on them. He will die. I will kill him and the girl. I will get my revenge and this will all end. He thought staring off into the darkness.
"Revenge will not bring you happiness." Faye said almost reading his mind. He turned to her.
"I don't want happiness. I just want my sanity back."
"Vicious is still dead no matter what you do. They're both still dead no matter whom you kill. You'll still feel the same once we're dead."
"What would you know of it?" He asked glaring at her, ready to slap her for any remark he didn't like.
"." She said nothing.
"Yes, that's what I thought. It's about time you learned to shut up."
Faye glared at him. If I ever get out of these chains I am so going to kick his ass. She gritted her teeth. "You know the last man who treated me this badly ended up dead." Faye smiled at him sweetly as she said this. Even though it pained her to do so it still felt good to see that the remark pissed him off. A swift kick to her side was his reply.
"I should just kill you right now before Spiegel even gets here. That would be sweet now wouldn't it.Faye?" He said moving so that his face was inches away from hers. He leaned in for a kiss. Faye winced.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a lighthearted yet deadly serious voice called from across the room.
The two both turned their heads and looked at Spike in surprise. Faye would've smiled if she could. Morgan just squinted his eyes in disgust and anger at being interrupted. "Well I see that you finally decided to grace us with your presence." He said straightening out. Spike aimed at Morgan.
"Let Faye go."
"Oh no I don't think so. You both owe me your lives." A small smile formed on Morgan's lips.
Spike raised an eyebrow.
"You killed my master, and she took away my idiot brother."
Spike nodded in understanding. He stole a quick glance at Faye. His anger rose at seeing her so badly beaten and mistreated. Squinting at Morgan he asked, " So I guess treating woman badly runs in the family huh?"
Morgan clenched his teeth, " I guess it does. Women disgust me. My brother loved women. He wanted to see every inch of them, especially the insides." He smiled at saying this.
Faye wanted to puke. She was glad she killed Jake. Even if it meant that she would now die. It didn't matter.
"I'm telling you for the last time. Let_Faye_ go."
Morgan raised one pale finger to his chin and looked up at the ceiling as if seriously pondering this. "Nah I don't think so, " he said quickly throwing a small dagger in Spike's direction. Spike easily dodged it; jumping side ways through the air he fired a shot at Morgan. The man in black tried to dodge the bullet but he winced as the bullet nicked his right arm. He actually hit me? How did this happen? He moaned slightly as he fell near Faye. She tried to scoot away from him but she didn't get very far considering the shape she was in. He grabbed her fiercely pulling her towards him with his good arm. Knowing that she was too weak and wounded to really fight him. He hauled her up off the floor and used her as a human shield against Spike.
"Come any closer and the bitch dies." Morgan warned now holding a knife to Faye's throat. Silent tears rolled down Faye's cheeks. The ball gown dragged on the floor as Morgan almost danced her around in front of Spike. The bounty hunter kept his eyes on her the whole time. He saw her tears; looking into her emerald eyes he knew what she was thinking. Just let him kill me. Save yourself, Spike.
"No Faye," was all he said. She gaped at him.
"How.?" she whispered
"Drop your weapon Spiegel!" Morgan yelled cutting her off. Four henchmen type guys entered the room at that moment as if on cue.
"Fine," Spike said looking off to the side at one of the goons as he chucked the gun in Morgan's direction. I don't need the gun anyway, he thought once again. It slide across the floor until it was only inches away from Faye's bare feet. She glanced at it. But made no other motion in its direction. Morgan smiled as he began to cut into Faye's throat. Her eyes grew wide, but she wasn't feeling the pain quite yet. She looked directly into Spike's mismatched eyes and saw vibrant shades of red flow through both. He was pissed. Small drops of blood ran down her neck. He touched more than just a hair on her head and you're standing here doing nothing!?!?! His mind screamed at him. Spike took a step towards them. The four men stood their ground around the three.
"What did I just say Spike? One step and she dies!" He pushed the knife deeper at her throat.
Something inside Faye once again snapped just as it had the night she killed Morgan's brother.
"Fuck this!" she yelled elbowing Morgan in the ribs she grabbed the hand with the knife and flipped his sorry ass over her head. She twisted his wrist until he dropped the weapon, still holding his hand; she pressed her foot into his throat. He coughed, pushing at her foot with his other hand. "Bitch, you will die. even if I have to. die with. you," he choked out. Faye was unfazed. At that moment she felt no pain. Glaring down at him she spit in his face. Morgan glared at her as he struggled.
She was about to break his windpipe when suddenly she snapped out of it. Realizing that four guns were now aimed at her, the pain came back and she fainted. Falling in a heap at Morgan's side Faye looked like she could have been dead.
"Faye!" Spike cried out.
"Get him!" Morgan screamed grabbing at his throat as he tried to stand. All four guys ran towards Spike. He stood his ground waiting for them to attack. The sound of a gunshot rang through the room and one of the goons dropped to the floor. Spike looked in the direction that the shot came from but whoever was helping him was using the shadows to their advantage. Suddenly, a big bulky balding man emerges from the shadows shooting another man down in his wake. "JET!" Spike yelled almost happily. "What the hell are you doing here? You still look like shit!" Spike asked but he doesn't care. He's glad his comrade is there to back him up.
"That's for me. That's for Ed." Jet paused as another Syndicate guy came rushing towards him. The ex-cop didn't hesitate to punch the guy square in the face. The man stumbled back holding his nose. Jet shoots him in the leg and the man dropped to the floor, unsure of what part of his body he should hold right now. "And that's for my cracked ribs."
Finally Morgan and the last guy stand together facing Spike, the only two things between him and Faye. The smile Spike had only seconds before quickly fades. "What now Morgan? This is getting old already." Spike asks. Morgan smiled back at him raising his gun and once again trying to take aim at Spike.
Faye's eyes fluttered open barely and then shut again. What the hell is going on? She asked herself. Where am I again? Her fingers brushed against something cold and smooth. Faye probed the object further. A long slender finger coiled around the trigger while she pulled the rest of Spike's gun firmly into her hand. Her eyes opened slowly. Everything was moving in slow motion. The man next to Morgan began to fire almost uncontrollably at Jet and Spike and they were both dodging around for cover while Morgan began chucking knifes at the two. A throwing knife somehow found it's way into Spike's thigh and he grunted as he fell. Finally the goon landed a shot in Spike's chest before his clip emptied. It was at that moment that Spike's mismatched eyes met Faye's emerald ones.
'You owe me big time for this, Valentine.' That's what he had. That's what she would do.
As the man tried frantically to reload his clip Faye took aim. He never even sensed the eminent danger lurking behind him. Finally loading it he aimed menacingly at Spike. She closed her eyes as she pulled the trigger. Completely missing the look on the man's face. Missing the blood spray. All she heard was the thud of the man's body hitting the floor. Her eyes forced themselves open. Morgan turned to her, and without missing a beat she fired at him lodging bullet after bullet into his disgusting body. Jake and Morgan's faces flashing in front of her eyes as she emptied the clip. Finally Spike rose to his feet. Click.Click.Click.She continued to pull the trigger long after all the bullets had faded away. Her eyes had glazed over and she was staring at the spot where Morgan had once stood.
"Faye. Knock it off," Spike said as he pried the gun from her fingers. She looked up into his calm face. Blood poured from her lip, which she had been biting. "We have to get out of here. Can you stand?"
She gaped at him like he was speaking gibberish.
"Faye? Are you in there?"
She blinked a couple of times. "Huh?" she finally asked.
"Can you walk?"
The three wounded comrades made their way out of the compound arm in arm; each getting support from the other. Spike was actually the least injured so he was supporting most of the weight of the other two.
"Faye, you look like shit." He said as he helped her into the Swordfish.
"Spike, you're a real charmer you know that?" She replied trying hard to smile but it was weak. He looked up at her, reaching up he pushed a stray strand of hair back away from her face. Faye's eyes widened in confusion at the gesture.
"Let's get you back to the Bebop before you pass out again," and with that he walked around and climbed in. The Swordfish was barely big enough for the two of them but for some reason Spike had insisted that she ride with him. This is so fucking strange.he thought as they took off.
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