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[ A/N- All righty. This is my second attempt of a successful Cowboy Bebop fanfiction. The first one was okay... but there are alot of things I'm unhappy about, so I'm trying again, hoping to bring in more reviews. So remember, if you like the story, please review. Even if all it says is ' that was good' or ' update soon'. To me, even the smallest appraisal is greatly appreciated and presses me to write an even more intriguing story. So enjoy. And if not, oh well, I tried, lol.]
The Best Deceptions: A Cowboy Bebop Fanfic
By: Katie S.
Rated: PG-13/ R ( sexual situations, language)
Category: Romance/ Drama
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Chapter 1: Pain Is Weakness Leaving The Body
My name is Faye Valentine. I lead a normal everday life, with normal everday situatons. I wake up every morning, the same as the day before, force that fatigued smile, and press on hoping for the best. Sure, I usually have my ups and downs, but somehow I manage to weasle my way out of things. But everyone has that life, right? There no such thing as a fairy tale life with forever love and happy endings. And on the other side of things, there no such thing as a living nightmare, for there is always some type of hope reaching out to you.
Yes...
That was what I used to think. That was what I would wake up to every morning, repeating in my lethargic mind, and that was what I would fall asleep to at night, still continuing to beat at the frayed edges of my mind. But that's what I had always thought. There was nothing in the world to veer me differently. I was truly so naive that my mind was completely set, never wandering any further than its current resting place.
Boy, was I wrong....
~*~
That constant beeping rang through my ears, tormenting, screaming... I wrinkled my nose at the invasion, groaning in true disgust. I sat there motionless for a while, hoping it would all disappear, leaving me to the blissful silence. But it didn't. It continued, growing louder, and louder... and LOUDER. I clenched my fists tightly against my pillow, tossing it in the direction of the mocking invader, letting out a loud hiss of annoyance. But it still continued, the impudent beeping morphing into pulsing redicule. I gritted my teeth grieviously, reaching over and grasping the offender by the neck, or so it seemed to my half-awake form. I clenched tighter and tighter, abruptly chucking the damned thing against the wall. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as the beeping faded, followed by a few distant crackles of electricity. I opened my eyes slowly, excited to finally see my defeat against the bastard who had interrupted me and my precious time of rest. My eyes were blurred at first, but after furious rubbing, my vision finally cleared, revealing a ravaged alarm clock lying on the floor beside my bed, cursed with death. I rolled my eyes blatantly. Damn it. That was the thrid time I had done that in the past week. It was like alarm clocks should be cowering in fear when I came near them. Well, why sould I have been guilty anyways, everyone hates it when their sleep is interrupted. I just seemed to handle things a little... differently.
Realizing I had no invision of any time at all, I wearily slipped my hand inside the drawer of my nightstand, pulling out a sterling-silver watch. I squinted my eyes at the unfamiliar form of standard watches. My eyes were so used to the simple form of digital clocks, that I had almost forgotten how to read time all together, but my memeory quickly slipped back just in time.
Seven forty-five!?
I gasped sharply, quickly rolling out of bed, my tense body smacking the hard wood floor with a thud. I gritted my teeth at the pain inflicted on my innocent tail bone, but quickly forced it away, searching the floor for a clean set of clothing. Hell, I had to be to work in exactly fifteen minutes, I didn't have time for any type of pain...
I shakily stood up, wiggling my clothing on as best as I could. Somehow I managed to get my head through my right sleeve, and my right arm left tugging at any type of opening it could find. Why was this happening now? Why couldn't I just dress myself like any other normal person in the world? But no... life had to make things challenging....
After numerous amounts of struggling, I finally stood before my full body mirror, suprisingly dressed properly, with no tags sticking out anywhere. Wow. I deserve a certificate of achievement for that defeat...
I frowned at the appereance that stood before me, quickly scurrying to the bathroom and running a comb through my matted violet hair. I glanced at the mirror... again.. But quickly scurried to the bathroom... again... I pulled out a crimson lip gloss and glid it across my pale lips in attempt to complete my vixen look I always achieved somehow. Glancing at the mirror one last time, I finally smiled, forcing acceptance to the form that stood before me. Hey, I had to at least think that I liked the way I looked...
I glanced at my silver watch again...
Seven fifty-five? All that hustling to put clothes on my body and brush my scraggly hair took ten minutes? God, I was horrible... but hey, it was just a like any other normal day for me...
I scampered out of my apartment as quickly as I could, grabbing a piece of toast along the way. I hastily shoved the toasted bread and jelly into my mouth, stumbling down Fifth avenue as fast as my scrawny legs would carry me. Despite the rush I was in, I still managed to notice the beauty the new day was bringing. I smirked lightly at the fresh scent of city smog and soft dew on the rustled grass. Yes, wierd combination, but it still managed to keep me happy, right? I glanced up at the sky, losing myself in the soft pick hues the sun was bringing with its new arrival. God, everything seemed so utterly beautiful to me, and my whole body stood frozen with bliss. I knew I'd be late by now, but I didn't care, because that was what happiness was truly about. Happiness was finding grace in everything, including the sky above you and the city surroundings enshrining your tiny form.
I shook my head lightly, trailing away from my thoughts. Even so, I had to be to work, because that was what paid my bills, and that was what kept me living. I swiftly turned a corner down Hamilton Street, picking up the pace as I pushed my way through the early morning crowds. I just had to take a shortcut of some type to make it to the diner in at least decent time, or else Rain would litterally chew me out for sure. I scanned the surroundings, narrowing my eyes at any form of hope I had. My eyes briefly caught a narrow alley leading to the back of the small grocery store. Luckily, this grocery store was only a few blocks away from the diner, which would inevitably cut my time in half. I smirked happily at my defeat, ignoring any form of warning my mind was pulsating through my veins, and pressed on towards the slim alley, pushing anyone out of the way who even dared interrupt me. I dashed down the alley as fast as I could, startling a few scurrying stray cats who stood before me. Not even nocticing where I was heading, I felt my foot catch on a foriegn object, and my whole body tumbled to the ground with a painful thud. I gritted my teeth tightly, ready to inflict pain on whatever had rudely interrupted me, but when my eyes were fixed upon the infliction, all my features softened, tears practically swelling my eyes.
It was a young man. And he was injured.. badly. Blood stained all his surroundings, and his body was sprawled out uncomfortably. His choclate eyes were fixed on the sky above him, and a cigarette hung loosely form his thin, pale lips. It almost seemd like he was dead and alive... all at the same time...
" Oh, my god! I'm so sorry! Are you okay mister?" I kneeled before him, scanning his body for his painful injuries.
His mysterious chocolate eyes slowly traced over towards me, a smug frown forced upon his parted lips, " Leave... I need my time to die alone..."
I eyed him confusingly. " What?" I had heard what he said, but it almost seemed unreal the way his voice seemed so cool and calm.
He shut his eyes loosely, remaining silent as his breath slowly departed him. My eyes widened in fear. " No! Wake up! You can't die now!" I shoved his body lightly, my voice brassy and lurid.
And to this day, I'm not really sure why I felt my whole heart shatter when I gazed upon him. Hell, I didn't even know who he was, but my heart still wrenched, pressing me to keep him alive.
He slowly opened his mismatched eyes, fixing them upon the sky above him. " Why? I have nothing to live for... No home. No money.... no life..." His words were so lifeless and blank, like they had no meaning to him at all. I pressed my eyes into a sympathetic frown, leaning closer towards him.
I had to get him to a hospital. But... he said he had no money, I couldn't possibly force a hospital bill upon him. I scanned his body, studying his wounds closely. They seemed like average bullet holes, I could easily fix them myself, right?
Before I even gave my mind to think about the situation, I felt my arm wrapping around his lanky body, helping the poor man to his feet. He groaned at the pain, and his whole body tensed up. I felt so terrible for the pain I was inflicting upon him, but I had to get him home to fix his wounds.
" Just hold on, I only live a few blocks away." I tightened my grasp around him, letting his bloodied body rest against mine. He shut his eyes loosely, resting his head on my shoulder. He was definitely way too heavy for me, but I didn't care. I had to get him some help, and fast.
" W-why... why are you helping me?" His voice was weary and gentle, and his warm breath pressed against the open skin on my shoulder, sending chills down my spine. I shivered lightly, and felt my face flush into a crimson shade. Wait a second... I'm blushing? What the hell for, I have Vicious to keep me happy....
" Don't speak... We're almost there..."
I forcefully pushed my thoughts away, stumbling down the busied street as hasty as I could. A few curious people glanced at us in shock, whispering obsenities to each other. I shot them all one long cold glare, and continued to trudge down the city streets. I didn't have time for snobs like that, I had an intensely injured man hanging on for dear life here.
My body was getting wearier and wearier by the second, and I could barely hold the man anymore. But I was determined, I wasn't gonna let someone die so easily like that. I tightened my grip around him, dragging him along as fast and as gentle as I could. And let me tell you... its not as easy as it sounds, especially when they're full of bullet holes and other unknown injuries...
My apartment complex finally came in my sights and I practically jumped for joy, a sigh of relief escaping my lungs. I quickened my pace, his injured body practically flapping in the wind. He let out a few whimpers of pain, causing me to slow down a little. But I had to get him some help, can you blame me for wanting to run as fast as I could? I pressed my way through the glass apartment doors, stumbling up the steps as fast as I could, tightening my grip around the collar of his shirt. I fumbled through my pockets, pulling out the key and swiftly thrusting it into the keyhole. I quickly pushed the door open and pulled his injured body towards the couch.
He groaned at the pain as I settled his body onto the couch, positioning it as best as I could. I hastily stumbled into my bedroom and pulled the emergency first aid kit out from underneath my bed, staggering towards the couch his bloodied body laid upon.
" Hold on, okay? This'll only take a minute..." I attempted to calm him down, but he was already asleep, his lungs raising and collapsing in long, painful breaths.
I unbuttoned his banana-yellow shirt and carefully peeled it off of his body, revealing a long sword slash along his left side. I winced at the gory mess his torso had become. Who could've possibly done this? It was so sick and twisted the way the world had become...
I hastily thrusted the first aid kit open, and pulled out a bottle of peroxide to cleanse his wounds. Reaching for a few cotton swabs, I gently poured the burning liquid onto his wounds, wiping up the excess as I went along. I could feel his whole body tense up as I pressed a warm rag against his wounds to wipe up the blood around his wounds. I quickly bandaged his torso, and moved on to the next wounds. I think that was becoming record time for me. Well, I guess I haven't bandaged up very many people in my life, besides my fiance, who used to be a bounty hunter, but I was still moving along suprisingly fast.
I wiped the rest of the blood off his body and moved along as fast as could, examining his wounds as closely my eyes would focus.
I felt his body flinch slightly as he whimpered in his sleep." Julia..." His words were barely a whisper, but they caused me to freeze right then and there. Julia? Who is this woman? Is she the one who caused him all this pain? I numbly ignored my thoughts and stubbornly continued, wiping his wounds with peroxide. Luckily he didn't have any bullets in him, they must've of all gone completely through. Which in fact, is actually worse, but I really didn't feel like removing any bullets...
I bandaged the rest of his body, letting out a slight sigh of relief. He was finally all bandaged up, and it made me feel so much more happier to see him resting at least half-way peacefully in his sleep. I was so glad that I had saved his life. If I wouldn't have brought him home, he would've died miserably in a cold, dark alley with nobody around. It was such a good idea to take that shortcut to work....
Wait a minute....
Work?! Oh, shit. It was way past time to be to work, and I would for sure get chewed out. Oh, well, I'd just tell them that I had found a dying man on my way to work and brought him home to bandage him. They wouldn't believe me for one second, but hell, it was the truth anyways...
And for the first time this week, I was actually happy that Vicious had taken that three-week business trip. I still missed him like hell, but at least I could help this injured man without getting my head bit off. But Vicious was like that, just like his name says, vicious... Yeah, that was a corny crack, but it's true. Vicious seemed like such a cold-hearted person on the outside, but on the inside, his heart was soft and giving, which is actually one of the only reasons why I said that I would marry him. Now, I'm not saying I didn't love him or anything, but if he truly was as cold inside as out, I would be out the door faster than you could imagine. Sure he was handsome and all, but I'm not the type to put up with anyone's shit... no matter what...
I noticed him stir in his sleep, and my thoughts quickly stumbled back to reality, focusing on him. I leaned in intently, awaiting any type of awakening. I didn't even know why I wanted him awake. I just knew I wanted to ask what the hell had happened, and most of all, how he was feeling...
His chocolate eyes slowly fluttered open, and my heart jumped for joy. A anxious smile pressed against my lips as his mismatched eyes slowly traced over, fixing themsleves upon me.
" Are you okay?" I shot him a concerned look and kneeled down next to him, inching closer and closer to his bandaged body.
A confused and frightened look tugged against his features. " Are you an angel?"
I chuckled lightly at his remark." No," I paused, smiling widely. " My name is Faye. I saved your life back there."
His face straightened and he shot me a cold glare. Was it something I said? " W-why? What even compelled you to do something so selfish?!"
" Huh?!" I was confused. No... I take that back. I was EXTREMELY confused. There I was, saving his life, and he was calling me selfish? I think I was seriously missing something there...
" I wanted to die! But NO! You had to butt in!" His words were extremely icy, and they infuriated me deeply.
" What the hell are you talking about?! You WANTED to die?! Okay, that makes alot of sense..." Yeah. I was being ignorant. I knew it, but he deserved it...
" You know what? It makes perfect sense when you're in my situation. I have nothing to live for now! She's dead!" Tears were swelling his eyes, causing me to feel extremely guilty. There I was, insulting him, when it was obvious that he was suffering pain in his heart. And that's one type of pain I couldn't possibly cure with peroxide or bandages...
I remained silent. I had no idea how to answer that. I wasn't used to finding dying men in alleys and bringing them home to mend their wounds, so maybe what I did was wrong. Hell, if I knew...
" M-my... my name is Spike..." His words softened and he shut his eyes loosely. " Spike Spiegal..."
I smiled softly at him. At least he was trying, right? " Spike... I'm sorry, I had no idea. I had found you on my way to work... you looked absolutely miserable. I had to help you."
He shook his head lightly. " It's not your fault. Those wounds wouldn't have killed me anyway... I'm not the type to die..." His last words had a twinge of sarcasm in them, and he smirked coyly at them.
" Well Spike, they obviously caused you some type of pain. Am I right?" I was being a bit sarcastic as well, but hey, he started it.
" Pain is weakness leaving the body." He smirked at slightly at me.
" Well, then Miss Faye, uh...."
" Valentine. Faye Valentine." I replied, finishing off the rest of his sentence.
" Faye Valetine, it seems I owe you a thank you." He extended his hand out to me, smiling lightly.
" But I thought you wanted to die..." I shook his hand lightly, fixing my eyes on the ground. His choclate eyes were way to powerful. I felt myself melting everytime I looked upon him.
He didn't say anything. He remained silent... and so did I. It's not like I was trying to be rude or anything. But I just didn't know what to say. He was dying and I had just saved his life. What more is there to say? Despite the sarcasm that drenched his words, I could still tell he was feeling tremendous amounts of pain. I could tell he was trying hard to hide his pain, but his eyes... They were truly amazing. Now, I won't lie. He was very, very handsome. His unruly forest-green hair and chocolate eyes were absolutely astonishing. And his body? No comment...
I didn't really know what to do next. Should I let him stay a while until his wounds heal? Or should I help him home right away? Whatever the situation... I knew that this man would be causing me alot of trouble....
But maybe that was a good thing...
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How was that? Did ya like it? I think this story is actually turning out pretty well. I like the way the story flows through Faye's point of view.
And pwease, pwease don't forget to review! Thanx ^^
[ A/N- All righty. This is my second attempt of a successful Cowboy Bebop fanfiction. The first one was okay... but there are alot of things I'm unhappy about, so I'm trying again, hoping to bring in more reviews. So remember, if you like the story, please review. Even if all it says is ' that was good' or ' update soon'. To me, even the smallest appraisal is greatly appreciated and presses me to write an even more intriguing story. So enjoy. And if not, oh well, I tried, lol.]
The Best Deceptions: A Cowboy Bebop Fanfic
By: Katie S.
Rated: PG-13/ R ( sexual situations, language)
Category: Romance/ Drama
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Chapter 1: Pain Is Weakness Leaving The Body
My name is Faye Valentine. I lead a normal everday life, with normal everday situatons. I wake up every morning, the same as the day before, force that fatigued smile, and press on hoping for the best. Sure, I usually have my ups and downs, but somehow I manage to weasle my way out of things. But everyone has that life, right? There no such thing as a fairy tale life with forever love and happy endings. And on the other side of things, there no such thing as a living nightmare, for there is always some type of hope reaching out to you.
Yes...
That was what I used to think. That was what I would wake up to every morning, repeating in my lethargic mind, and that was what I would fall asleep to at night, still continuing to beat at the frayed edges of my mind. But that's what I had always thought. There was nothing in the world to veer me differently. I was truly so naive that my mind was completely set, never wandering any further than its current resting place.
Boy, was I wrong....
~*~
That constant beeping rang through my ears, tormenting, screaming... I wrinkled my nose at the invasion, groaning in true disgust. I sat there motionless for a while, hoping it would all disappear, leaving me to the blissful silence. But it didn't. It continued, growing louder, and louder... and LOUDER. I clenched my fists tightly against my pillow, tossing it in the direction of the mocking invader, letting out a loud hiss of annoyance. But it still continued, the impudent beeping morphing into pulsing redicule. I gritted my teeth grieviously, reaching over and grasping the offender by the neck, or so it seemed to my half-awake form. I clenched tighter and tighter, abruptly chucking the damned thing against the wall. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as the beeping faded, followed by a few distant crackles of electricity. I opened my eyes slowly, excited to finally see my defeat against the bastard who had interrupted me and my precious time of rest. My eyes were blurred at first, but after furious rubbing, my vision finally cleared, revealing a ravaged alarm clock lying on the floor beside my bed, cursed with death. I rolled my eyes blatantly. Damn it. That was the thrid time I had done that in the past week. It was like alarm clocks should be cowering in fear when I came near them. Well, why sould I have been guilty anyways, everyone hates it when their sleep is interrupted. I just seemed to handle things a little... differently.
Realizing I had no invision of any time at all, I wearily slipped my hand inside the drawer of my nightstand, pulling out a sterling-silver watch. I squinted my eyes at the unfamiliar form of standard watches. My eyes were so used to the simple form of digital clocks, that I had almost forgotten how to read time all together, but my memeory quickly slipped back just in time.
Seven forty-five!?
I gasped sharply, quickly rolling out of bed, my tense body smacking the hard wood floor with a thud. I gritted my teeth at the pain inflicted on my innocent tail bone, but quickly forced it away, searching the floor for a clean set of clothing. Hell, I had to be to work in exactly fifteen minutes, I didn't have time for any type of pain...
I shakily stood up, wiggling my clothing on as best as I could. Somehow I managed to get my head through my right sleeve, and my right arm left tugging at any type of opening it could find. Why was this happening now? Why couldn't I just dress myself like any other normal person in the world? But no... life had to make things challenging....
After numerous amounts of struggling, I finally stood before my full body mirror, suprisingly dressed properly, with no tags sticking out anywhere. Wow. I deserve a certificate of achievement for that defeat...
I frowned at the appereance that stood before me, quickly scurrying to the bathroom and running a comb through my matted violet hair. I glanced at the mirror... again.. But quickly scurried to the bathroom... again... I pulled out a crimson lip gloss and glid it across my pale lips in attempt to complete my vixen look I always achieved somehow. Glancing at the mirror one last time, I finally smiled, forcing acceptance to the form that stood before me. Hey, I had to at least think that I liked the way I looked...
I glanced at my silver watch again...
Seven fifty-five? All that hustling to put clothes on my body and brush my scraggly hair took ten minutes? God, I was horrible... but hey, it was just a like any other normal day for me...
I scampered out of my apartment as quickly as I could, grabbing a piece of toast along the way. I hastily shoved the toasted bread and jelly into my mouth, stumbling down Fifth avenue as fast as my scrawny legs would carry me. Despite the rush I was in, I still managed to notice the beauty the new day was bringing. I smirked lightly at the fresh scent of city smog and soft dew on the rustled grass. Yes, wierd combination, but it still managed to keep me happy, right? I glanced up at the sky, losing myself in the soft pick hues the sun was bringing with its new arrival. God, everything seemed so utterly beautiful to me, and my whole body stood frozen with bliss. I knew I'd be late by now, but I didn't care, because that was what happiness was truly about. Happiness was finding grace in everything, including the sky above you and the city surroundings enshrining your tiny form.
I shook my head lightly, trailing away from my thoughts. Even so, I had to be to work, because that was what paid my bills, and that was what kept me living. I swiftly turned a corner down Hamilton Street, picking up the pace as I pushed my way through the early morning crowds. I just had to take a shortcut of some type to make it to the diner in at least decent time, or else Rain would litterally chew me out for sure. I scanned the surroundings, narrowing my eyes at any form of hope I had. My eyes briefly caught a narrow alley leading to the back of the small grocery store. Luckily, this grocery store was only a few blocks away from the diner, which would inevitably cut my time in half. I smirked happily at my defeat, ignoring any form of warning my mind was pulsating through my veins, and pressed on towards the slim alley, pushing anyone out of the way who even dared interrupt me. I dashed down the alley as fast as I could, startling a few scurrying stray cats who stood before me. Not even nocticing where I was heading, I felt my foot catch on a foriegn object, and my whole body tumbled to the ground with a painful thud. I gritted my teeth tightly, ready to inflict pain on whatever had rudely interrupted me, but when my eyes were fixed upon the infliction, all my features softened, tears practically swelling my eyes.
It was a young man. And he was injured.. badly. Blood stained all his surroundings, and his body was sprawled out uncomfortably. His choclate eyes were fixed on the sky above him, and a cigarette hung loosely form his thin, pale lips. It almost seemd like he was dead and alive... all at the same time...
" Oh, my god! I'm so sorry! Are you okay mister?" I kneeled before him, scanning his body for his painful injuries.
His mysterious chocolate eyes slowly traced over towards me, a smug frown forced upon his parted lips, " Leave... I need my time to die alone..."
I eyed him confusingly. " What?" I had heard what he said, but it almost seemed unreal the way his voice seemed so cool and calm.
He shut his eyes loosely, remaining silent as his breath slowly departed him. My eyes widened in fear. " No! Wake up! You can't die now!" I shoved his body lightly, my voice brassy and lurid.
And to this day, I'm not really sure why I felt my whole heart shatter when I gazed upon him. Hell, I didn't even know who he was, but my heart still wrenched, pressing me to keep him alive.
He slowly opened his mismatched eyes, fixing them upon the sky above him. " Why? I have nothing to live for... No home. No money.... no life..." His words were so lifeless and blank, like they had no meaning to him at all. I pressed my eyes into a sympathetic frown, leaning closer towards him.
I had to get him to a hospital. But... he said he had no money, I couldn't possibly force a hospital bill upon him. I scanned his body, studying his wounds closely. They seemed like average bullet holes, I could easily fix them myself, right?
Before I even gave my mind to think about the situation, I felt my arm wrapping around his lanky body, helping the poor man to his feet. He groaned at the pain, and his whole body tensed up. I felt so terrible for the pain I was inflicting upon him, but I had to get him home to fix his wounds.
" Just hold on, I only live a few blocks away." I tightened my grasp around him, letting his bloodied body rest against mine. He shut his eyes loosely, resting his head on my shoulder. He was definitely way too heavy for me, but I didn't care. I had to get him some help, and fast.
" W-why... why are you helping me?" His voice was weary and gentle, and his warm breath pressed against the open skin on my shoulder, sending chills down my spine. I shivered lightly, and felt my face flush into a crimson shade. Wait a second... I'm blushing? What the hell for, I have Vicious to keep me happy....
" Don't speak... We're almost there..."
I forcefully pushed my thoughts away, stumbling down the busied street as hasty as I could. A few curious people glanced at us in shock, whispering obsenities to each other. I shot them all one long cold glare, and continued to trudge down the city streets. I didn't have time for snobs like that, I had an intensely injured man hanging on for dear life here.
My body was getting wearier and wearier by the second, and I could barely hold the man anymore. But I was determined, I wasn't gonna let someone die so easily like that. I tightened my grip around him, dragging him along as fast and as gentle as I could. And let me tell you... its not as easy as it sounds, especially when they're full of bullet holes and other unknown injuries...
My apartment complex finally came in my sights and I practically jumped for joy, a sigh of relief escaping my lungs. I quickened my pace, his injured body practically flapping in the wind. He let out a few whimpers of pain, causing me to slow down a little. But I had to get him some help, can you blame me for wanting to run as fast as I could? I pressed my way through the glass apartment doors, stumbling up the steps as fast as I could, tightening my grip around the collar of his shirt. I fumbled through my pockets, pulling out the key and swiftly thrusting it into the keyhole. I quickly pushed the door open and pulled his injured body towards the couch.
He groaned at the pain as I settled his body onto the couch, positioning it as best as I could. I hastily stumbled into my bedroom and pulled the emergency first aid kit out from underneath my bed, staggering towards the couch his bloodied body laid upon.
" Hold on, okay? This'll only take a minute..." I attempted to calm him down, but he was already asleep, his lungs raising and collapsing in long, painful breaths.
I unbuttoned his banana-yellow shirt and carefully peeled it off of his body, revealing a long sword slash along his left side. I winced at the gory mess his torso had become. Who could've possibly done this? It was so sick and twisted the way the world had become...
I hastily thrusted the first aid kit open, and pulled out a bottle of peroxide to cleanse his wounds. Reaching for a few cotton swabs, I gently poured the burning liquid onto his wounds, wiping up the excess as I went along. I could feel his whole body tense up as I pressed a warm rag against his wounds to wipe up the blood around his wounds. I quickly bandaged his torso, and moved on to the next wounds. I think that was becoming record time for me. Well, I guess I haven't bandaged up very many people in my life, besides my fiance, who used to be a bounty hunter, but I was still moving along suprisingly fast.
I wiped the rest of the blood off his body and moved along as fast as could, examining his wounds as closely my eyes would focus.
I felt his body flinch slightly as he whimpered in his sleep." Julia..." His words were barely a whisper, but they caused me to freeze right then and there. Julia? Who is this woman? Is she the one who caused him all this pain? I numbly ignored my thoughts and stubbornly continued, wiping his wounds with peroxide. Luckily he didn't have any bullets in him, they must've of all gone completely through. Which in fact, is actually worse, but I really didn't feel like removing any bullets...
I bandaged the rest of his body, letting out a slight sigh of relief. He was finally all bandaged up, and it made me feel so much more happier to see him resting at least half-way peacefully in his sleep. I was so glad that I had saved his life. If I wouldn't have brought him home, he would've died miserably in a cold, dark alley with nobody around. It was such a good idea to take that shortcut to work....
Wait a minute....
Work?! Oh, shit. It was way past time to be to work, and I would for sure get chewed out. Oh, well, I'd just tell them that I had found a dying man on my way to work and brought him home to bandage him. They wouldn't believe me for one second, but hell, it was the truth anyways...
And for the first time this week, I was actually happy that Vicious had taken that three-week business trip. I still missed him like hell, but at least I could help this injured man without getting my head bit off. But Vicious was like that, just like his name says, vicious... Yeah, that was a corny crack, but it's true. Vicious seemed like such a cold-hearted person on the outside, but on the inside, his heart was soft and giving, which is actually one of the only reasons why I said that I would marry him. Now, I'm not saying I didn't love him or anything, but if he truly was as cold inside as out, I would be out the door faster than you could imagine. Sure he was handsome and all, but I'm not the type to put up with anyone's shit... no matter what...
I noticed him stir in his sleep, and my thoughts quickly stumbled back to reality, focusing on him. I leaned in intently, awaiting any type of awakening. I didn't even know why I wanted him awake. I just knew I wanted to ask what the hell had happened, and most of all, how he was feeling...
His chocolate eyes slowly fluttered open, and my heart jumped for joy. A anxious smile pressed against my lips as his mismatched eyes slowly traced over, fixing themsleves upon me.
" Are you okay?" I shot him a concerned look and kneeled down next to him, inching closer and closer to his bandaged body.
A confused and frightened look tugged against his features. " Are you an angel?"
I chuckled lightly at his remark." No," I paused, smiling widely. " My name is Faye. I saved your life back there."
His face straightened and he shot me a cold glare. Was it something I said? " W-why? What even compelled you to do something so selfish?!"
" Huh?!" I was confused. No... I take that back. I was EXTREMELY confused. There I was, saving his life, and he was calling me selfish? I think I was seriously missing something there...
" I wanted to die! But NO! You had to butt in!" His words were extremely icy, and they infuriated me deeply.
" What the hell are you talking about?! You WANTED to die?! Okay, that makes alot of sense..." Yeah. I was being ignorant. I knew it, but he deserved it...
" You know what? It makes perfect sense when you're in my situation. I have nothing to live for now! She's dead!" Tears were swelling his eyes, causing me to feel extremely guilty. There I was, insulting him, when it was obvious that he was suffering pain in his heart. And that's one type of pain I couldn't possibly cure with peroxide or bandages...
I remained silent. I had no idea how to answer that. I wasn't used to finding dying men in alleys and bringing them home to mend their wounds, so maybe what I did was wrong. Hell, if I knew...
" M-my... my name is Spike..." His words softened and he shut his eyes loosely. " Spike Spiegal..."
I smiled softly at him. At least he was trying, right? " Spike... I'm sorry, I had no idea. I had found you on my way to work... you looked absolutely miserable. I had to help you."
He shook his head lightly. " It's not your fault. Those wounds wouldn't have killed me anyway... I'm not the type to die..." His last words had a twinge of sarcasm in them, and he smirked coyly at them.
" Well Spike, they obviously caused you some type of pain. Am I right?" I was being a bit sarcastic as well, but hey, he started it.
" Pain is weakness leaving the body." He smirked at slightly at me.
" Well, then Miss Faye, uh...."
" Valentine. Faye Valentine." I replied, finishing off the rest of his sentence.
" Faye Valetine, it seems I owe you a thank you." He extended his hand out to me, smiling lightly.
" But I thought you wanted to die..." I shook his hand lightly, fixing my eyes on the ground. His choclate eyes were way to powerful. I felt myself melting everytime I looked upon him.
He didn't say anything. He remained silent... and so did I. It's not like I was trying to be rude or anything. But I just didn't know what to say. He was dying and I had just saved his life. What more is there to say? Despite the sarcasm that drenched his words, I could still tell he was feeling tremendous amounts of pain. I could tell he was trying hard to hide his pain, but his eyes... They were truly amazing. Now, I won't lie. He was very, very handsome. His unruly forest-green hair and chocolate eyes were absolutely astonishing. And his body? No comment...
I didn't really know what to do next. Should I let him stay a while until his wounds heal? Or should I help him home right away? Whatever the situation... I knew that this man would be causing me alot of trouble....
But maybe that was a good thing...
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How was that? Did ya like it? I think this story is actually turning out pretty well. I like the way the story flows through Faye's point of view.
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