Session 8: Time Spins Backwards Everyday
He didn't know how it was going to turn out. He tried to force himself to be calm but his cool collective demeanor was always shattered when it came to Julia. But this was Emily, so why was he so worked up? He knew the answer but he didn't want to say it. If he didn't say it then maybe it wasn't true. It was his life, not theirs. If they die, that doesn't mean he and Julia would too, right? The fact that he didn't know scared him. He was used to being in control of the situation but this was not the case. It was as if the long strings of fate were wrapping around him and choking him. Maybe he was never in control of his life. Maybe this whole life he had been drifting in a black sea of doubt. If he wasn't controlling his life then who was? Vicious? Julia? Maybe it was some otherworldly power, he didn't know. He got up and got a drink. Then he went back to the den where the flashing digital clock read 6:00. Well, he thought that means it's about 4:30. The clock had been wrong for about five months. He wondered why nobody ever fixed it.
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About 45 minutes later Spike was falling asleep on a bar counter on Ganymede. He was groggily studying the way the shadows moved on his hand when someone banged on the table waking him from his spaced out state. When he looked over he saw a man being held against the counter with a gun to his heart; the man holding the gun was his twin except for a long silver braid running down his back.
"Where are they?" "I don't know" "Don't give me that crap, you do know." "No, I'm serious I don't." The gunner pushed the gun closer "I'm giving you to the count of three. One." Spike shook his head; maybe he had double vision because he was drunk. "Two" The man being pinned to the counter was staring defiantly into his twin's eyes; daring him to shoot even though he knew he would. "Three!" A shot rang through the air, and a bullet went through the ceiling. "What the-" started the gunner, but he was cut short by a punch in his face.
Spike stared at his handiwork through slit eyes; they wouldn't quite open all the way. "Who.who are you?" asked the other brother. Spike blinked several times "I'm nobody." The man stared at him, and then went to drag the body in the snow as Spike ordered another drink. However, as he was about to give the bartender money another hand stuck in and paid. Spike looked up to see the man smiling.
"And just who are you?" "Nobody also" Spike stared at him. "I'm Spike Spiegel." "Tsure Teung, its nice to meet you." He extended his hand to shake but it got no return because Spike's memory caught as he remembered the name even in his drunken stupor. "Tsure.Tsure! You have to come with me right now."
He suddenly got up from his seat and started walking out of the bar, with Tsure following behind. The sun was gone behind the clouds, but it was still warm out. "Wait," said Tsure nodding towards his brother "I have to take care of this guy." "No, you have to leave him be. I know I wouldn't like someone taking care of Vicious before I did." Said Spike. Tsure was going to ask, but decided not to.
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Back on the Bebop all three had a joyous reunion. No one had known what had happened to Emily and Russe after they ran from the syndicate so they were relatively safe. Now that Tsure had found them he wanted to take them back.
"It wont be safe here forever, come back, we need to discuss how we are
going to work this out."
So three days later Emily and Russe left the Bebop and it's crew with feelings of apathy, bitter hatred, and remorse following them. As Spike watched their ship take off he felt strangely comforted. They were going to a safe place, they could be happy, they would be happy. "At least they won't die on my watch" is what he told the crew. Yet he felt like once again he was losing Julia. It was uncanny how much his life was like Russe's. Well, he thought, they ended on a happy note. But that's not my life, I can control my own future.
He didn't know how it was going to turn out. He tried to force himself to be calm but his cool collective demeanor was always shattered when it came to Julia. But this was Emily, so why was he so worked up? He knew the answer but he didn't want to say it. If he didn't say it then maybe it wasn't true. It was his life, not theirs. If they die, that doesn't mean he and Julia would too, right? The fact that he didn't know scared him. He was used to being in control of the situation but this was not the case. It was as if the long strings of fate were wrapping around him and choking him. Maybe he was never in control of his life. Maybe this whole life he had been drifting in a black sea of doubt. If he wasn't controlling his life then who was? Vicious? Julia? Maybe it was some otherworldly power, he didn't know. He got up and got a drink. Then he went back to the den where the flashing digital clock read 6:00. Well, he thought that means it's about 4:30. The clock had been wrong for about five months. He wondered why nobody ever fixed it.
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About 45 minutes later Spike was falling asleep on a bar counter on Ganymede. He was groggily studying the way the shadows moved on his hand when someone banged on the table waking him from his spaced out state. When he looked over he saw a man being held against the counter with a gun to his heart; the man holding the gun was his twin except for a long silver braid running down his back.
"Where are they?" "I don't know" "Don't give me that crap, you do know." "No, I'm serious I don't." The gunner pushed the gun closer "I'm giving you to the count of three. One." Spike shook his head; maybe he had double vision because he was drunk. "Two" The man being pinned to the counter was staring defiantly into his twin's eyes; daring him to shoot even though he knew he would. "Three!" A shot rang through the air, and a bullet went through the ceiling. "What the-" started the gunner, but he was cut short by a punch in his face.
Spike stared at his handiwork through slit eyes; they wouldn't quite open all the way. "Who.who are you?" asked the other brother. Spike blinked several times "I'm nobody." The man stared at him, and then went to drag the body in the snow as Spike ordered another drink. However, as he was about to give the bartender money another hand stuck in and paid. Spike looked up to see the man smiling.
"And just who are you?" "Nobody also" Spike stared at him. "I'm Spike Spiegel." "Tsure Teung, its nice to meet you." He extended his hand to shake but it got no return because Spike's memory caught as he remembered the name even in his drunken stupor. "Tsure.Tsure! You have to come with me right now."
He suddenly got up from his seat and started walking out of the bar, with Tsure following behind. The sun was gone behind the clouds, but it was still warm out. "Wait," said Tsure nodding towards his brother "I have to take care of this guy." "No, you have to leave him be. I know I wouldn't like someone taking care of Vicious before I did." Said Spike. Tsure was going to ask, but decided not to.
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Back on the Bebop all three had a joyous reunion. No one had known what had happened to Emily and Russe after they ran from the syndicate so they were relatively safe. Now that Tsure had found them he wanted to take them back.
"It wont be safe here forever, come back, we need to discuss how we are
going to work this out."
So three days later Emily and Russe left the Bebop and it's crew with feelings of apathy, bitter hatred, and remorse following them. As Spike watched their ship take off he felt strangely comforted. They were going to a safe place, they could be happy, they would be happy. "At least they won't die on my watch" is what he told the crew. Yet he felt like once again he was losing Julia. It was uncanny how much his life was like Russe's. Well, he thought, they ended on a happy note. But that's not my life, I can control my own future.