Cowboy Bebop
Boys are Back 7
Jet groaned as he slowly pushed the barbell back up from his chest. He placed it back on the rack, and then took a breather. He had been orbiting Earth for several hours, and was sending out a signal that he was sure would draw Ed's attention. That kid spent more time in cyberspace than in real space, so it seemed impossible she would not notice such a disturbance so close to home. He chuckled as he remembered the sight of the red haired child, hunched over her computer, her fingers flying over the keyboard.
In the meantime, he was trying to keep from going insane with boredom. He laid back down on the bench, and prepared to bang out another set. He found that it was important to keep in shape now, since he did not have others to back him up if things got too rough. But right now, he was looking forward to a little peace.
The Redtail and The Swordfish both screamed out of the jump gate, their engines running full blast. Behind their controls, Faye Valentine clenched her teeth, hoping they would not be too late. Ein sat next to her, and whimpered, uncomfortable with her silence. Spike Spiegel manned Swordfish, with Edward sitting behind him. Edward was having a feeling similar to Ein; the silence, and the look on Spike's face were tormenting her with fear and concern.
"Spike-person? Spike-person?" Ed asked, hoping for a response. But none came.
"God, don't let us be too late." Faye muttered. She flipped a switch to open a channel to The Swordfish, and scolded Spike, "Why didn't you have Ed hack out where he was in the first place? It would have saved a lot of time!"
"How was I supposed to know he'd ditch on us in the middle of the night?" Spike growled back.
"Faye-Faye, Spike-person, don't yell!" Edward shrieked as she threw her arms around Spike. Spike groaned, and then tried to push Ed off him gently. "All right, all right, lets not squabble. Lets just get there."
Jet grunted as he pushed the barbell up. As he took a moment to breath, he made a mental note. This was the last one. He would finish, then go shower, and then check to see if Ed had responded to his signal yet.
He lowered the weight to his chest. He took several breaths, and then pushed it up. But suddenly, the weight increased in his hands. The bar slammed down onto his throat, his whole body convulsed from the blow. He gasped, trying to suck in as much air as he could. His eyes closed tight in pain. He clenched his teeth, tried to push the bar back up, but couldn't. He blinked, trying to see what was making it so heavy.
He found himself staring into a pair of steel-cold eyes that glared down at him with a maniacal light. A face, that bore a hideous resemblance to Spike, grinned down at him like a deaths head. A pair of wiry, but amazingly powerful hands were pushing the bar down, down, down onto his throat, slowly closing off his breathing passage, leaving no air in his lugs, and unable to draw more in.
"Bye-bye" the unknown assailant cackled down into Jet's face, "Bye- bye!" He pushed down harder.
Jet groaned in anguish. His face felt as if it were on fire. His lungs felt as if they were swelling in his chest, and he almost thought they would explode, would cause his entire torso to explode, send bloody guts flying all over.
He clenched his teeth, strained, and pushed up as hard as he could. The monster's strength was immense. He met Jet's force with his own, trying to keep the bar from leaving Jet's neck. The fatal tug of war continued for several minutes as Jet struggled to catch into the precious life that was quickly being strangled from him. His face began to feel numb, his vision was becoming blurred, small dots were playing all over, blocking out the light. He grunted, kicked his legs up, brought them down onto the bench, and gave one final, mighty thrust, summing up all the strength he possibly could!
He pushed the bar up in a sudden, quick movement. It smashed into his attacker's face, catching him right above his mouth. He grunted, and fell back against the wall, clutching his face.
Jet gave a great bellow as air flooded back into his body. He struggled to stand up, stumbled his way out of the door and into the corridor. He tried to make his way back to what used to be Faye's room, where he now kept his weapons stored. If he could just get something, anything, even a blunt club.
Before he could even take a few steps, he felt a missile slam into his back. It hit with a force so powerful Jet was almost afraid his spine would snap in half. It threw him against the wall, banging his head hard. Before he could even try to move in his own defense, he felt himself ripped away from the wall, felt himself thrown against the opposite wall, and then yanked from that one and throw into the other, and back into the other, and back into the other.
The attacker threw him to the floor, jumped onto his back, planting his butt firmly between Jet's shoulders and his hips, his feet flat on the floor. He cupped his hands under Jet's chin, and pulled back, trying to split the man in half right beneath him. Jet's arms flailed, trying to grab onto him, to pinch, to pry, to pull, anything! But he found nothing, and found his body yanked back further, causing him to scream with pain.
The stranger pulled back, and back, and back more. Jet felt the muscles of his back, the bones of his spine stretching, stretching to the point where he knew they would snap before they could give anymore. He closed his eyes, waited to hear the sound of his body breaking. Instead, he heard a voice that had a familiar ring bark out.
"Hey, tough guy!"
Jet heard the sound of a blow land, felt the pressure on his back relieved suddenly, heard the sound of a body hitting the floor behind him.
"You again!" the intruder hissed, and then lunged at whoever Jet's savior was.
Hakkou aimed a punch at Spike's face, but Spike sidestepped, and swung himself around, trying to catch Hakkou with a kick. But Hakkou ducked, and Spike's foot soared over his head. With the agility of a wild cat, Spike swung himself around and tried to sweep Hakkou's feet from under him, but Hakkou leapt over Spike's sweeping leg, came down onto his feet, and tackled into Spike as he scrambled back to his feet. They struggled against each other as they rolled along the wall, and finally Hakkou landed a head butt onto Spike's face. He threw Spike aside like a bag of garbage, turned back to finish off Jet.
And walked straight into a stiletto heel, which landed in his stomach with bone breaking momentum! Hakkou grunted, stumbled back, and looked up at Faye, his growing anger registering in his eyes. He seemed to take no time to recover, but instead leapt straight into battle again. Faye tried to launch a series of right and left jabs at him, but he dodged each one until he grabbed her wrist, yanked her forward to him, and brought his knee hard into her abdomen. He shoved her away, sending her to the floor.
The sound of a gunshot ripped into the air, and Hakkou screamed when he felt the dart sting into his leg. He looked down, registered it was a tranquilizer of some sort, not a poison, and then looked up to see where it had been fired from. His eyes met with Jet at the end of the corridor, struggling to load another dart into the shotgun he held in his hands. He growled, tore the dart from his leg, snapped it between his fingers, and charged. Jet's eyes widened with panic, and he managed to fire off one more shot, the dart burying into Hakkou's chest. But it did not stop him. He grabbed the barrel of the gun, tore it from Jet's arms, threw it aside, and gave Jet a hard right hook across the face. Jet fell to the floor with a grunt.
Before Hakkou could even prepared to finish any of them, a pair of wiry legs coiled around his waist, and a pair of tiny hands clapped over his eyes. He frowned, and then slammed himself back against a wall, knocking Ed cold in an instant. As Ed sank to the ground, Ein leapt to her defense, pouncing up and sinking his teeth into Hakkou's arm. Hakkou growled, and lashed his arm out, sending Ein flying the wall to sink down, unconscious alongside Ed.
He stood for a moment, suddenly feeling light headed. He realized what was happening, and began to stumble toward the hanger, toward his ship, toward escape.
"I don't believe it" Jet said as he got back to his feet to pursue him, "Two darts in him and he's still going!"
Hakkou leapt out into the hangar, trying his best to stay awake. He felt his body-growing heavy, knowing the drugs Jet had just fired into him were taking a hold. He stumbled over to The Kraken, tried to make his way up the side into the cockpit.
"Going somewhere?" Spike said from behind him. Hakkou looked over his shoulder at him, and then hopped down, turning to face him. He slouched, his knees weak under his body. His head swayed lightly from side to side as he tried to stay focused. "Don't even try, you're in no condition to keep going." Spike said.
"I'm still.more than a match.for.yooooouuuu" Hakkou's last word lingered as he collapsed to his knees. He stayed upright for a moment, and then slumped forward, his body going limp as his sank into unconsciousness.
"Spike!" Faye gasped as she came up alongside him. She looked down at Hakkou, assessed the situation.
"He's out. Whatever Jet gave him, it worked. Just in time too, he was about to leave." Spike told her.
"Spike! Spike, what the hell is." Jet stopped suddenly, freezing in the doorway as reality suddenly occurred to him. ""Spike." he whispered, "You're.alive?"
"Hey Jet. Miss me?" Spike said, smiling smartly, waving at his old friend.
Jet stood for a moment, and then his eyes rolled back in the sockets, and he feinted.
Boys are Back 7
Jet groaned as he slowly pushed the barbell back up from his chest. He placed it back on the rack, and then took a breather. He had been orbiting Earth for several hours, and was sending out a signal that he was sure would draw Ed's attention. That kid spent more time in cyberspace than in real space, so it seemed impossible she would not notice such a disturbance so close to home. He chuckled as he remembered the sight of the red haired child, hunched over her computer, her fingers flying over the keyboard.
In the meantime, he was trying to keep from going insane with boredom. He laid back down on the bench, and prepared to bang out another set. He found that it was important to keep in shape now, since he did not have others to back him up if things got too rough. But right now, he was looking forward to a little peace.
The Redtail and The Swordfish both screamed out of the jump gate, their engines running full blast. Behind their controls, Faye Valentine clenched her teeth, hoping they would not be too late. Ein sat next to her, and whimpered, uncomfortable with her silence. Spike Spiegel manned Swordfish, with Edward sitting behind him. Edward was having a feeling similar to Ein; the silence, and the look on Spike's face were tormenting her with fear and concern.
"Spike-person? Spike-person?" Ed asked, hoping for a response. But none came.
"God, don't let us be too late." Faye muttered. She flipped a switch to open a channel to The Swordfish, and scolded Spike, "Why didn't you have Ed hack out where he was in the first place? It would have saved a lot of time!"
"How was I supposed to know he'd ditch on us in the middle of the night?" Spike growled back.
"Faye-Faye, Spike-person, don't yell!" Edward shrieked as she threw her arms around Spike. Spike groaned, and then tried to push Ed off him gently. "All right, all right, lets not squabble. Lets just get there."
Jet grunted as he pushed the barbell up. As he took a moment to breath, he made a mental note. This was the last one. He would finish, then go shower, and then check to see if Ed had responded to his signal yet.
He lowered the weight to his chest. He took several breaths, and then pushed it up. But suddenly, the weight increased in his hands. The bar slammed down onto his throat, his whole body convulsed from the blow. He gasped, trying to suck in as much air as he could. His eyes closed tight in pain. He clenched his teeth, tried to push the bar back up, but couldn't. He blinked, trying to see what was making it so heavy.
He found himself staring into a pair of steel-cold eyes that glared down at him with a maniacal light. A face, that bore a hideous resemblance to Spike, grinned down at him like a deaths head. A pair of wiry, but amazingly powerful hands were pushing the bar down, down, down onto his throat, slowly closing off his breathing passage, leaving no air in his lugs, and unable to draw more in.
"Bye-bye" the unknown assailant cackled down into Jet's face, "Bye- bye!" He pushed down harder.
Jet groaned in anguish. His face felt as if it were on fire. His lungs felt as if they were swelling in his chest, and he almost thought they would explode, would cause his entire torso to explode, send bloody guts flying all over.
He clenched his teeth, strained, and pushed up as hard as he could. The monster's strength was immense. He met Jet's force with his own, trying to keep the bar from leaving Jet's neck. The fatal tug of war continued for several minutes as Jet struggled to catch into the precious life that was quickly being strangled from him. His face began to feel numb, his vision was becoming blurred, small dots were playing all over, blocking out the light. He grunted, kicked his legs up, brought them down onto the bench, and gave one final, mighty thrust, summing up all the strength he possibly could!
He pushed the bar up in a sudden, quick movement. It smashed into his attacker's face, catching him right above his mouth. He grunted, and fell back against the wall, clutching his face.
Jet gave a great bellow as air flooded back into his body. He struggled to stand up, stumbled his way out of the door and into the corridor. He tried to make his way back to what used to be Faye's room, where he now kept his weapons stored. If he could just get something, anything, even a blunt club.
Before he could even take a few steps, he felt a missile slam into his back. It hit with a force so powerful Jet was almost afraid his spine would snap in half. It threw him against the wall, banging his head hard. Before he could even try to move in his own defense, he felt himself ripped away from the wall, felt himself thrown against the opposite wall, and then yanked from that one and throw into the other, and back into the other, and back into the other.
The attacker threw him to the floor, jumped onto his back, planting his butt firmly between Jet's shoulders and his hips, his feet flat on the floor. He cupped his hands under Jet's chin, and pulled back, trying to split the man in half right beneath him. Jet's arms flailed, trying to grab onto him, to pinch, to pry, to pull, anything! But he found nothing, and found his body yanked back further, causing him to scream with pain.
The stranger pulled back, and back, and back more. Jet felt the muscles of his back, the bones of his spine stretching, stretching to the point where he knew they would snap before they could give anymore. He closed his eyes, waited to hear the sound of his body breaking. Instead, he heard a voice that had a familiar ring bark out.
"Hey, tough guy!"
Jet heard the sound of a blow land, felt the pressure on his back relieved suddenly, heard the sound of a body hitting the floor behind him.
"You again!" the intruder hissed, and then lunged at whoever Jet's savior was.
Hakkou aimed a punch at Spike's face, but Spike sidestepped, and swung himself around, trying to catch Hakkou with a kick. But Hakkou ducked, and Spike's foot soared over his head. With the agility of a wild cat, Spike swung himself around and tried to sweep Hakkou's feet from under him, but Hakkou leapt over Spike's sweeping leg, came down onto his feet, and tackled into Spike as he scrambled back to his feet. They struggled against each other as they rolled along the wall, and finally Hakkou landed a head butt onto Spike's face. He threw Spike aside like a bag of garbage, turned back to finish off Jet.
And walked straight into a stiletto heel, which landed in his stomach with bone breaking momentum! Hakkou grunted, stumbled back, and looked up at Faye, his growing anger registering in his eyes. He seemed to take no time to recover, but instead leapt straight into battle again. Faye tried to launch a series of right and left jabs at him, but he dodged each one until he grabbed her wrist, yanked her forward to him, and brought his knee hard into her abdomen. He shoved her away, sending her to the floor.
The sound of a gunshot ripped into the air, and Hakkou screamed when he felt the dart sting into his leg. He looked down, registered it was a tranquilizer of some sort, not a poison, and then looked up to see where it had been fired from. His eyes met with Jet at the end of the corridor, struggling to load another dart into the shotgun he held in his hands. He growled, tore the dart from his leg, snapped it between his fingers, and charged. Jet's eyes widened with panic, and he managed to fire off one more shot, the dart burying into Hakkou's chest. But it did not stop him. He grabbed the barrel of the gun, tore it from Jet's arms, threw it aside, and gave Jet a hard right hook across the face. Jet fell to the floor with a grunt.
Before Hakkou could even prepared to finish any of them, a pair of wiry legs coiled around his waist, and a pair of tiny hands clapped over his eyes. He frowned, and then slammed himself back against a wall, knocking Ed cold in an instant. As Ed sank to the ground, Ein leapt to her defense, pouncing up and sinking his teeth into Hakkou's arm. Hakkou growled, and lashed his arm out, sending Ein flying the wall to sink down, unconscious alongside Ed.
He stood for a moment, suddenly feeling light headed. He realized what was happening, and began to stumble toward the hanger, toward his ship, toward escape.
"I don't believe it" Jet said as he got back to his feet to pursue him, "Two darts in him and he's still going!"
Hakkou leapt out into the hangar, trying his best to stay awake. He felt his body-growing heavy, knowing the drugs Jet had just fired into him were taking a hold. He stumbled over to The Kraken, tried to make his way up the side into the cockpit.
"Going somewhere?" Spike said from behind him. Hakkou looked over his shoulder at him, and then hopped down, turning to face him. He slouched, his knees weak under his body. His head swayed lightly from side to side as he tried to stay focused. "Don't even try, you're in no condition to keep going." Spike said.
"I'm still.more than a match.for.yooooouuuu" Hakkou's last word lingered as he collapsed to his knees. He stayed upright for a moment, and then slumped forward, his body going limp as his sank into unconsciousness.
"Spike!" Faye gasped as she came up alongside him. She looked down at Hakkou, assessed the situation.
"He's out. Whatever Jet gave him, it worked. Just in time too, he was about to leave." Spike told her.
"Spike! Spike, what the hell is." Jet stopped suddenly, freezing in the doorway as reality suddenly occurred to him. ""Spike." he whispered, "You're.alive?"
"Hey Jet. Miss me?" Spike said, smiling smartly, waving at his old friend.
Jet stood for a moment, and then his eyes rolled back in the sockets, and he feinted.