Cowboy Bebop
Boys are Back 10
"Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gambling commission's hanging on by the skin of his teeth
Well now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back"
Bruce Springsteen
"Hmm, a pretty tough looking security system they've got down there." Jet muttered as he examined the laboratory base through The Hammerhead's monitors.
"There has to be some way in there." Faye mused as she also looked over the forces they were about to put themselves up against. Even to someone who was used to being shot at, the defenses of the lab were impressive.
Jet considered a moment, and then was struck by a bolt of inspiration.
"Hey Ed" he said as he opened a line with The Bebop. At first, Ed was not visible, and he heard in response was Ein's yipping. He frowned. "Ed, wake up! This is important!" After a moment, Ed's sleepy eyed face appeared in his view.
"Hmm.what is it Jet-person?" she said as she rubbed her eyes.
"Ed, we need a little favor," Faye said sweetly.
"What, what?"
"Better make it quick Faye." Jet said, a sudden urgency growing in his voice. "It looks like we're about to get some company."
Faye glanced up, and saw the blips on Redtails radar, all of them headed in their direction.
"Didn't they tell you that The Syndicate wanted me back? You were just an afterthought, Spike." Vicious said as he glared into Spike's eyes. "Julia is going nowhere. And you are going.nowhere, ever again."
Spike made a quick move, reaching under his shirt, trying to pull his gun out. But Vicious beat him, moving like lightning, as he leapt forward and jabbed the tip of his sword into Spike's shoulder. Spike clenched his teeth, groaned with pain. Vicious' characteristic grin spread across his face, and he pushed the blade into Spike a little further, before yanking it out with savage force. The attack sent Spike sprawling to the floor. Vicious pounced, ready to drive his blade through Spike's chest, but Spike rolled to the side, scrambled for his pistol, and brought it up just as Vicious' blade leveled on his throat. They found themselves in an all too familiar position, waiting to see who would make the first move.
"You look even more pathetic than the last time I saw you, Spike."
"You still look like the nightmare I never woke up from."
Vicious hissed through his teeth, and grinned.
"Well, none of it matters. It's far too late now. Too late for you, too late for Julia, and."
Before Vicious' could finish his statement, another sword pierced through him, entering just below his shoulder blades, exiting through the center of his chest, jamming through his rib cage. Vicious straightened with pain, screamed like a scalded animal. He grabbed the blade that was now protruding through his chest, as if he did not believe it was truly happening, had to be confirmed with his own touch.
"And too late to stop me, Vicious!" Hakkou hissed from behind Vicious as he gave the sword a wicked twist. "Too late to stop me from making you're life mine, forever!" He placed his pistol right up against Vicious' back, fired off four shots, the bullets bursting out of Vicious' chest like blood soaked rockets, the warm, red fluid flying in all directions, splattering over Spike's face.
Vicious gave one last scream, but it came out of his mouth as a gargle. It was accompanied by a splash of blood that poured out of his mouth and trickled onto the floor. He shivered slightly as the cold overcame him, and then collapsed.
Spike watched, his jaw hanging open, as Hakkou pulled his sword from Vicious' body. He stood up straight, his shoulders rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. He looked up, leveled his burning gaze on Spike. "And now." He raised his hand, his gun clutched firmly in his fingers. He aimed it straight at Spike, but at the last moment, his eyes flicked elsewhere.
Spike followed his gaze, realized his intentions, and screamed as loudly as he possibly could.
"No!"
Hakkou spun in place, leveled his gun at the tank containing Julia, and fired off two shots. It only took seconds to happen, but for Spike, it all moved in slow motion, taking almost forever.
The bullets slammed into the glass of Julia's tank, creating white blotches of damage. Cracks slowly began to web off from the impactions, the red fluid seeping through them, first a trickle, then a steady stream, then a flood as the glass gave way and shattered completely. Julia's body shuddered, as if alive for the briefest of moments, and then fell, riding the stream of red liquid out of the tank, onto the floor. Hakkou took aim one final time, fired off his last two shots. And that was all it took.
Spike gasped, and felt his stomach turn into a bottomless black hole. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he looked at what used to be his fallen angel.
Hakkou turned back, and stared daggers at Spike. His arm raised, fist clenched. A single finger poked out, and pointed directly at Spike. His face lowered into a fiercesome sneer as he growled, "And you are next!"
Get ready for the fight of you're life, Cowboy!
Boys are Back 10
"Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
And the gambling commission's hanging on by the skin of his teeth
Well now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back"
Bruce Springsteen
"Hmm, a pretty tough looking security system they've got down there." Jet muttered as he examined the laboratory base through The Hammerhead's monitors.
"There has to be some way in there." Faye mused as she also looked over the forces they were about to put themselves up against. Even to someone who was used to being shot at, the defenses of the lab were impressive.
Jet considered a moment, and then was struck by a bolt of inspiration.
"Hey Ed" he said as he opened a line with The Bebop. At first, Ed was not visible, and he heard in response was Ein's yipping. He frowned. "Ed, wake up! This is important!" After a moment, Ed's sleepy eyed face appeared in his view.
"Hmm.what is it Jet-person?" she said as she rubbed her eyes.
"Ed, we need a little favor," Faye said sweetly.
"What, what?"
"Better make it quick Faye." Jet said, a sudden urgency growing in his voice. "It looks like we're about to get some company."
Faye glanced up, and saw the blips on Redtails radar, all of them headed in their direction.
"Didn't they tell you that The Syndicate wanted me back? You were just an afterthought, Spike." Vicious said as he glared into Spike's eyes. "Julia is going nowhere. And you are going.nowhere, ever again."
Spike made a quick move, reaching under his shirt, trying to pull his gun out. But Vicious beat him, moving like lightning, as he leapt forward and jabbed the tip of his sword into Spike's shoulder. Spike clenched his teeth, groaned with pain. Vicious' characteristic grin spread across his face, and he pushed the blade into Spike a little further, before yanking it out with savage force. The attack sent Spike sprawling to the floor. Vicious pounced, ready to drive his blade through Spike's chest, but Spike rolled to the side, scrambled for his pistol, and brought it up just as Vicious' blade leveled on his throat. They found themselves in an all too familiar position, waiting to see who would make the first move.
"You look even more pathetic than the last time I saw you, Spike."
"You still look like the nightmare I never woke up from."
Vicious hissed through his teeth, and grinned.
"Well, none of it matters. It's far too late now. Too late for you, too late for Julia, and."
Before Vicious' could finish his statement, another sword pierced through him, entering just below his shoulder blades, exiting through the center of his chest, jamming through his rib cage. Vicious straightened with pain, screamed like a scalded animal. He grabbed the blade that was now protruding through his chest, as if he did not believe it was truly happening, had to be confirmed with his own touch.
"And too late to stop me, Vicious!" Hakkou hissed from behind Vicious as he gave the sword a wicked twist. "Too late to stop me from making you're life mine, forever!" He placed his pistol right up against Vicious' back, fired off four shots, the bullets bursting out of Vicious' chest like blood soaked rockets, the warm, red fluid flying in all directions, splattering over Spike's face.
Vicious gave one last scream, but it came out of his mouth as a gargle. It was accompanied by a splash of blood that poured out of his mouth and trickled onto the floor. He shivered slightly as the cold overcame him, and then collapsed.
Spike watched, his jaw hanging open, as Hakkou pulled his sword from Vicious' body. He stood up straight, his shoulders rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. He looked up, leveled his burning gaze on Spike. "And now." He raised his hand, his gun clutched firmly in his fingers. He aimed it straight at Spike, but at the last moment, his eyes flicked elsewhere.
Spike followed his gaze, realized his intentions, and screamed as loudly as he possibly could.
"No!"
Hakkou spun in place, leveled his gun at the tank containing Julia, and fired off two shots. It only took seconds to happen, but for Spike, it all moved in slow motion, taking almost forever.
The bullets slammed into the glass of Julia's tank, creating white blotches of damage. Cracks slowly began to web off from the impactions, the red fluid seeping through them, first a trickle, then a steady stream, then a flood as the glass gave way and shattered completely. Julia's body shuddered, as if alive for the briefest of moments, and then fell, riding the stream of red liquid out of the tank, onto the floor. Hakkou took aim one final time, fired off his last two shots. And that was all it took.
Spike gasped, and felt his stomach turn into a bottomless black hole. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he looked at what used to be his fallen angel.
Hakkou turned back, and stared daggers at Spike. His arm raised, fist clenched. A single finger poked out, and pointed directly at Spike. His face lowered into a fiercesome sneer as he growled, "And you are next!"
Get ready for the fight of you're life, Cowboy!