See You Space Cowboy..
I do not own ANYTHING related to the masterpiece known as Cowboy Bebop. I also do NOT intend to make money doing this! Thanks. ^_^ I do not own ANYTHING related to the masterpiece known as Cowboy Bebop. Thanks. ^_^ Note: * denotes thoughts of Vicious, and ~ denotes voices in his head.
Chapter II: Cry For A Shadow
~Isn't this position so familiar, you little bastard?~ The lights had flickered off, and he sat there in his own isolation. Ivory lips plastered against the cold harshness of his face had twisted again as well. Fragments of rusted metal seemed to take orbit about him, and as he rose, his billowing robes flowed behind him. His hoary eyes caught a last glimpse of the gloom-ridden Callisto. The ravens stirred silently as his body made a complete rotation to face the brown chunk of rock.
~See this sword? Isn't it amazing, Deimos? Funny, though; I just HAD to kill her..~ With a violent swing of his fist, he caught his own face and writhed in the blanket of pain he had lain over himself. Scattered about, the ravens leapt away to leave him and his pain for a time. He was now on his knees, restraining the river of bloody tears that ever so wished to escape their ducts.
~I..I don't see anything.. Just look closer, dear.. W..what is this!?~ With a great and agile leap, he sent himself into the already faulty table. With a deafening clang, he broke through it, and the katana lay upon his legs. His head shook feebly and despondently as he struggled to make clear view of his surroundings. So clear were the memories.. So hauntingly clear that they impaled his mind; and with one trembling hand, he unsheathed the blade. It was his bane. The cold frost of winter swept over him from his neck to the rest of his body, as if a net was over him. It glowed dully as he pressed it closer and closer to his jugular.
This false reality shattered as the ear-splitting commotion of rifles being fired crept closer. Blade at his side, he took off. The first few strides were similar to ostrich steps; he brought himself to the unlit halls outside of the room after his adrenaline pulsed. Like a feudal ninja he took off aimlessly down the hall, still being pelted by thoughts that endlessly tried to bring his life to an utter end. The gun shots were present again, and he dove forth to avoid being mutilated by the spew of shot gun shells. In front of him, a man clad in the same suit from before toppled back into the wall, gurgling and sputtering. From behind he heard calls; he heard indeed, but saw only darkness. He wheeled around quickly on his heel to make a sharp left; the halls became tightly narrow, and because of the dim lightings, he saw more curious dragons painted upon the wall. They coiled into many fine shapes that intrigued him; but again, his floating mind was sent tumbling back into reality.
A swift and forceful elbow embedded itself into the abdomen of Vicious, who came to his knees in exasperation. Through the flutter of anger, he could find no energy, or air, for that matter. Blood trickled from his parched lips as he stared up to his foe. This one seemed to be much more burly than the rest of them all; his deep, jet black sun glasses glinted before him as his tanned face smirked.
Vicious' thick blood seeped through the grated floor upon which he was now sitting, waiting for the finishing blow to be dealt.
~You've always been such a cowardly fuck, you know that, Deimos?~ The thoughts had to end. He had to force them into the abyss; the very fires of hell. The oblivious assailants' face faulted as the ring of an aged katana entered the close air; it was drowned out by the low howl of Vicious' voice. Hilt in both long, thin hands, Vicious sprung off of the ground. Mere seconds after his foot left the blood-stained grating, the katana met the breast of the muscular being. Though not a clean cut, blood sprayed out such as water would from a penetrated hose. As the crony screamed a blood curdling cry, he lunged forward along Vicious' path. Another slice sent the man down to his demise. With the deep blare of his body weight denting the grating, he was lain to rest.
These heinous acts were all very natural to Vicious, who seemed to glide down the shadowed path. Behind, in the gloaming, the red eyes flared up to their full potential, and the ravens flew at top speed, jeering and braying as they went. Blood rained from their bodies and shimmered down to the floor. And as Vicious came to a stair case, he skillfully sent himself flying into the air. Just as this took place, the ravens landed atop his shoulders.
The room was now wide and in a circular shape, but that was all that was noticeable. With the tmp of his feet meeting the sturdy floor, he rose up to his complete height. An ominous feeling was all around. Ahead, though, a flick of fire, though small, bursted up out of the twilight. The sound of a stressed male's voice echoed after the flame, and briefly, Vicious smelled smoke. There were more footsteps until a searing pain pulsed in Vicious' neck. He felt himself leap back immediately, and the blade was drawn. He heard but a chuckle..
"You must be the guy I've heard so much about. Pleasure to meet you, Vicious," the figure uttered as he blew out a cloud of smoke. Vicious walked forth a step, still holding the blade abroad.
"I will take no greeting from one who feels the need to burn my flesh. Explain your reasoning for harming me."
"Jeez, lighten up. It was an acci-"
The sentence was interrupted as Vicious commenced a bout with the figure. A great leap forth brought him close to the man's chest, and Vicious rolled off to the side as he felt a fist brush by his cheek. As he was rolling, he attempted for a clean slice at the man's legs; the man flipped into the air, and as he ascended, made an endeavor to kick Vicious' jaw. With an agile reaction, the edge of the blade met the man's foot. He fell to the ground, but flipped back to his feet. He seemed to be fighting with jeet-kun-do; his fighting stance was impeccable.
"This could be fun."
At top speed, Vicious dashed through the long embracement of darkness. A swift sucker punch sent him spiraling to the side, but he regained composure as he spat blood to the floor. Another leg flew by his head, and he stepped to the side quickly and brought the blade along the man's kneecap. Another chuckle escaped the man, who kicked the blood from his leg. He seemed irked at all of this, and hastened himself to Vicious. The man crouched down and leaped; immediately thereafter, he shot his foot up like piston in the air. Vicious felt a terrible cracking pain as he sprawled out on the ground.
"I will end this now.. Come to me, you wretch!" The zealous Vicious shouted.
He was up again, and as the man leapt to aim a finishing kick to his neck, Vicious grabbed his foot, twisted, and as this happened, the blade meet his kneecap again. Before the man could even fall, blood poured from his leg, and Vicious sent a kick to his groin. A flight of five or so feet through the darkness sent the man into the wall. As Vicious approached, he slid the katana along the man's unconscious body.
*Truly, he has lost too much blood to carry on.* Whilst searching the body, he moved around the man's robes gently, and noticed he was notably tall and skinny. Under the hood, he saw strands of deep green hair.
"The worthless ant is void of any possessions.." His blade was complacently sheathed after he uttered those silent words; blood dripped and splattered to the floor from his sheath. He continued along through the room, but his short-lived journey through the ship came to an abrupt end as hundreds of blinding lights sent beams of ivory smashing down into his gray eyes. He fell to the floor, and beneath him was an astronomical carving of a red dragon surrounded by flames; it was painted with heavy detail.
From a ledge above stood many men clad in black suits. A broad and intimidating figure walked forth onto the ledge, and in the silence of the enormous room, only his foot steps were heard. His gi was covered in flames, and the face of a dragon was present upon his heart.
"I see you've met our Syndicate..Vicious." The figure said softly.
I do not own ANYTHING related to the masterpiece known as Cowboy Bebop. I also do NOT intend to make money doing this! Thanks. ^_^ I do not own ANYTHING related to the masterpiece known as Cowboy Bebop. Thanks. ^_^ Note: * denotes thoughts of Vicious, and ~ denotes voices in his head.
Chapter II: Cry For A Shadow
~Isn't this position so familiar, you little bastard?~ The lights had flickered off, and he sat there in his own isolation. Ivory lips plastered against the cold harshness of his face had twisted again as well. Fragments of rusted metal seemed to take orbit about him, and as he rose, his billowing robes flowed behind him. His hoary eyes caught a last glimpse of the gloom-ridden Callisto. The ravens stirred silently as his body made a complete rotation to face the brown chunk of rock.
~See this sword? Isn't it amazing, Deimos? Funny, though; I just HAD to kill her..~ With a violent swing of his fist, he caught his own face and writhed in the blanket of pain he had lain over himself. Scattered about, the ravens leapt away to leave him and his pain for a time. He was now on his knees, restraining the river of bloody tears that ever so wished to escape their ducts.
~I..I don't see anything.. Just look closer, dear.. W..what is this!?~ With a great and agile leap, he sent himself into the already faulty table. With a deafening clang, he broke through it, and the katana lay upon his legs. His head shook feebly and despondently as he struggled to make clear view of his surroundings. So clear were the memories.. So hauntingly clear that they impaled his mind; and with one trembling hand, he unsheathed the blade. It was his bane. The cold frost of winter swept over him from his neck to the rest of his body, as if a net was over him. It glowed dully as he pressed it closer and closer to his jugular.
This false reality shattered as the ear-splitting commotion of rifles being fired crept closer. Blade at his side, he took off. The first few strides were similar to ostrich steps; he brought himself to the unlit halls outside of the room after his adrenaline pulsed. Like a feudal ninja he took off aimlessly down the hall, still being pelted by thoughts that endlessly tried to bring his life to an utter end. The gun shots were present again, and he dove forth to avoid being mutilated by the spew of shot gun shells. In front of him, a man clad in the same suit from before toppled back into the wall, gurgling and sputtering. From behind he heard calls; he heard indeed, but saw only darkness. He wheeled around quickly on his heel to make a sharp left; the halls became tightly narrow, and because of the dim lightings, he saw more curious dragons painted upon the wall. They coiled into many fine shapes that intrigued him; but again, his floating mind was sent tumbling back into reality.
A swift and forceful elbow embedded itself into the abdomen of Vicious, who came to his knees in exasperation. Through the flutter of anger, he could find no energy, or air, for that matter. Blood trickled from his parched lips as he stared up to his foe. This one seemed to be much more burly than the rest of them all; his deep, jet black sun glasses glinted before him as his tanned face smirked.
Vicious' thick blood seeped through the grated floor upon which he was now sitting, waiting for the finishing blow to be dealt.
~You've always been such a cowardly fuck, you know that, Deimos?~ The thoughts had to end. He had to force them into the abyss; the very fires of hell. The oblivious assailants' face faulted as the ring of an aged katana entered the close air; it was drowned out by the low howl of Vicious' voice. Hilt in both long, thin hands, Vicious sprung off of the ground. Mere seconds after his foot left the blood-stained grating, the katana met the breast of the muscular being. Though not a clean cut, blood sprayed out such as water would from a penetrated hose. As the crony screamed a blood curdling cry, he lunged forward along Vicious' path. Another slice sent the man down to his demise. With the deep blare of his body weight denting the grating, he was lain to rest.
These heinous acts were all very natural to Vicious, who seemed to glide down the shadowed path. Behind, in the gloaming, the red eyes flared up to their full potential, and the ravens flew at top speed, jeering and braying as they went. Blood rained from their bodies and shimmered down to the floor. And as Vicious came to a stair case, he skillfully sent himself flying into the air. Just as this took place, the ravens landed atop his shoulders.
The room was now wide and in a circular shape, but that was all that was noticeable. With the tmp of his feet meeting the sturdy floor, he rose up to his complete height. An ominous feeling was all around. Ahead, though, a flick of fire, though small, bursted up out of the twilight. The sound of a stressed male's voice echoed after the flame, and briefly, Vicious smelled smoke. There were more footsteps until a searing pain pulsed in Vicious' neck. He felt himself leap back immediately, and the blade was drawn. He heard but a chuckle..
"You must be the guy I've heard so much about. Pleasure to meet you, Vicious," the figure uttered as he blew out a cloud of smoke. Vicious walked forth a step, still holding the blade abroad.
"I will take no greeting from one who feels the need to burn my flesh. Explain your reasoning for harming me."
"Jeez, lighten up. It was an acci-"
The sentence was interrupted as Vicious commenced a bout with the figure. A great leap forth brought him close to the man's chest, and Vicious rolled off to the side as he felt a fist brush by his cheek. As he was rolling, he attempted for a clean slice at the man's legs; the man flipped into the air, and as he ascended, made an endeavor to kick Vicious' jaw. With an agile reaction, the edge of the blade met the man's foot. He fell to the ground, but flipped back to his feet. He seemed to be fighting with jeet-kun-do; his fighting stance was impeccable.
"This could be fun."
At top speed, Vicious dashed through the long embracement of darkness. A swift sucker punch sent him spiraling to the side, but he regained composure as he spat blood to the floor. Another leg flew by his head, and he stepped to the side quickly and brought the blade along the man's kneecap. Another chuckle escaped the man, who kicked the blood from his leg. He seemed irked at all of this, and hastened himself to Vicious. The man crouched down and leaped; immediately thereafter, he shot his foot up like piston in the air. Vicious felt a terrible cracking pain as he sprawled out on the ground.
"I will end this now.. Come to me, you wretch!" The zealous Vicious shouted.
He was up again, and as the man leapt to aim a finishing kick to his neck, Vicious grabbed his foot, twisted, and as this happened, the blade meet his kneecap again. Before the man could even fall, blood poured from his leg, and Vicious sent a kick to his groin. A flight of five or so feet through the darkness sent the man into the wall. As Vicious approached, he slid the katana along the man's unconscious body.
*Truly, he has lost too much blood to carry on.* Whilst searching the body, he moved around the man's robes gently, and noticed he was notably tall and skinny. Under the hood, he saw strands of deep green hair.
"The worthless ant is void of any possessions.." His blade was complacently sheathed after he uttered those silent words; blood dripped and splattered to the floor from his sheath. He continued along through the room, but his short-lived journey through the ship came to an abrupt end as hundreds of blinding lights sent beams of ivory smashing down into his gray eyes. He fell to the floor, and beneath him was an astronomical carving of a red dragon surrounded by flames; it was painted with heavy detail.
From a ledge above stood many men clad in black suits. A broad and intimidating figure walked forth onto the ledge, and in the silence of the enormous room, only his foot steps were heard. His gi was covered in flames, and the face of a dragon was present upon his heart.
"I see you've met our Syndicate..Vicious." The figure said softly.