Disclamer:
Cowboy Bebop is not owned by me, nor any of the characters etc. in this fan fiction. This story has nothing to do with the series, its all made up by me. How the characters are portrayed in this story is how I see them and how I think they would act in the situations that I put them in. If you want to call it OOC then call it that. I'm still kinda new at this writing thing; some of my previous fics have majorly bombed.
This fic is rated R. Language, violence; R rated stuff. Please read, review and enjoy.
-Spike
Chapter II: DREAM
I hopped in the car, the back seat and the other two got in the front. I laid my backpack on the seat next to me, and Mao started the car. I couldn't see where we were going very well, because of the rain on the windows. I knew I was heading for home. When we got there, I was really tired; Annie showed me my new room and told me to get some rest. After she left, I just laid on the bed. I couldn't sleep. Thoughts ran through my mind, 'what if they hate me?' I guess that's a normal question for a frightened six year old to think, starting a new life, after just being kicked out of your old one. But it seemed a logical question at the time. The next thing I remember is waking up.
I woke up squinting.
"You awake yet?" Jet looked down at me. He had an annoyed look on his face.
"Yeah, yawn morning?" I said springing into a sit up position, almost hitting him in the face with my head.
"Yeah, morning. You sleep too much. We're headed for Mars." He walked away. "Oh and another thing, the mad cow disease was a hoax, a fake virus that someone came up with. But he's already been caught."
"Oh." I said to myself. I hopped up from the couch and went to the shower. While I was taking my shower, all I could think about was the weird dreams I started to have. "What do they mean?" I said to myself. I never thought talking to oneself was bad. In fact, I did it a lot. "I never used to have dreams. They all seem so familiar." And then it hit me and I felt like an idiot. They weren't just dreams; they were memories, from long ago. But why were they coming back as dreams? Why were they coming back at all? I got out of the shower and decided to think about it more while training.
While I was training, Jet was fixing up soup... I think, at least that's what it smelled like. And when it was ready he came to tell me.
"Spike foods ready, chicken soup." He came into the room and looked at me like I've been ignoring him, maybe I have.
"Yeah, sure, I'll be there in a minute." I said, putting my foot back down to the ground. I grabbed my shirt and shoes and followed him to the "Living room." The soup wasn't much, barely chicken soup... maybe chicken flavored soup, but I couldn't complain. "It's good." I lied to him. I usually don't compliment on his food. I usually don't complain either.
"What?" He said, sounding amazed. "I think it's horrible." We both started to laugh. "So what's been up with you lately? Got something on your mind?" Jet asked as he slurped up some noodles.
"No, not really." I found a piece of chicken, and ate it quickly. "So why are we going to Mars?" I calmly changed the subject.
"Another bounty," He said with a full mouth.
After we finished eating he told me about them.
"They're a gang, not quite syndicate. They call them selves DREAM. The name stands for Damien, Rot, Enich, Adam, and Murdock. They are the members of the gang and are responsible for terrorist acts all over the solar system, but lately on Mars, that's where Murdock is."
Jet pulls up the files on DREAM, and then pulls up Murdock's separate file. "Murdock is a musician, he plays at Jazz clubs, rock clubs, and he's also a drifter. Murdock has been responsible for Mass shootings and Robberies before he joined DREAM but now that he is in the group he is wanted for murder."
I look at the screen, not too bad looking. 'Wait he's the guy from the restaurant!' Whoa! 16 million for just him!
"Heh, he must be something to have a bounty like that separate from the group." Jet puts his bowl down and I forget that I've been letting mine get cold. I scarf the rest down.
"Yeah, the whole group is worth 1 billion all added up. I don't know what the hell made 'em make the bounty so high, but shit, if we can get at least a few of em..." He trailed off and let me finish his sentence in my head. Jet and I kinda had this thing where when it came to money, we knew what each other was thinking.
'So we were headed for Mars, maybe I'll stop having those dreams now... or maybe I'll have more. What ever, I have to focus on the bounties.' I stopped thinking and trained some more. But while I was training I felt weird. The thought about the dreams I was having and this gang called DREAM was like a scratch on the roof of my mouth that kept getting bigger and more annoying.
'No... there couldn't be any connection.' I thought. When I was tired enough to sleep, I lied down on the couch, and put the radio on. 'I wonder what memory I'll dream about tonight' I thought. 'I hope it's a good one and not one that I don't want to remember.'
She was stunning. Beautiful. Amazing. I fail to think of a word that perfectly sums her up. Her name is Jula. I first saw this angelic demon walking down the street and I almost got hit by a car, her car that is. I was going back to my apartment with some groceries and she almost hit me. She wasn't paying attention and ran a red, and there I was. I threw a loaf of bread at her windshield to get her attention just in the nick of time. The bread hit the windshield and she swerved out of the way, so I didn't die, and my bread was fine. She got out of her car and started apologizing and I couldn't speak. She drove me to my apartment and I started to get to know her. Her name was Julia, as I said, and she was just... amazing. I had an apartment so I wouldn't be suspicious living with a head member of the Syndicate. That's why I moved out of Mao and Annie's place. They actually paid for the apartment until they broke up. Now Mao just pays for it.
"I live here and go to school. Just me, it's pretty nice." I told her. She came inside and took a look around. Of course I didn't tell her that I was with the syndicate; that came later. First I got to know her, and we became very good friends. Time went by fast with Julia, and before I knew it, we were dating. After about a year and a half I progressed to real missions within the syndicate and I met Vicious. Vicious was a year older than me, and he was my superior.
"Hey Spike." He called me over to him. "We have a job tonight. Drop all of your plans."
"Aw shit V." I called him V for short. "I've got a date tonight." I looked up at him and automatically knew that that was the wrong thing to say.
"Did you hear me?! WE have a fucking job, not just me, WE. That means you drop what ever you think you have to do!" He gave me a glare and walked away.
"Alright, alright, what is the job?" I asked him as I jogged to catch up with him.
"We have an assassination job. Just you and me, I hope you're up for it." He looked at me, summing me up, like a new pet owner to his dog.
"Of course I can handle it," I said, not trying to puff up or anything, "Any more details?"
Vicious told me everything, about the guys, the place, and the background. We were going to kill a new face that was brought in by the other syndicate. He was supposedly very dangerous; V and I proved that theory wrong.
After a bit of getting used to, we warmed down to each other, and we became the ultimate team. After a while we became friends, and that's when he met Julia.
"Ok Spike, we're just going to go look for clues. Try to find anything about this guy, with how popular he must be, I don't think it should be too hard." He said over the intercom.
"Right, ready for takeoff."
Cowboy Bebop is not owned by me, nor any of the characters etc. in this fan fiction. This story has nothing to do with the series, its all made up by me. How the characters are portrayed in this story is how I see them and how I think they would act in the situations that I put them in. If you want to call it OOC then call it that. I'm still kinda new at this writing thing; some of my previous fics have majorly bombed.
This fic is rated R. Language, violence; R rated stuff. Please read, review and enjoy.
-Spike
Chapter II: DREAM
I hopped in the car, the back seat and the other two got in the front. I laid my backpack on the seat next to me, and Mao started the car. I couldn't see where we were going very well, because of the rain on the windows. I knew I was heading for home. When we got there, I was really tired; Annie showed me my new room and told me to get some rest. After she left, I just laid on the bed. I couldn't sleep. Thoughts ran through my mind, 'what if they hate me?' I guess that's a normal question for a frightened six year old to think, starting a new life, after just being kicked out of your old one. But it seemed a logical question at the time. The next thing I remember is waking up.
I woke up squinting.
"You awake yet?" Jet looked down at me. He had an annoyed look on his face.
"Yeah, yawn morning?" I said springing into a sit up position, almost hitting him in the face with my head.
"Yeah, morning. You sleep too much. We're headed for Mars." He walked away. "Oh and another thing, the mad cow disease was a hoax, a fake virus that someone came up with. But he's already been caught."
"Oh." I said to myself. I hopped up from the couch and went to the shower. While I was taking my shower, all I could think about was the weird dreams I started to have. "What do they mean?" I said to myself. I never thought talking to oneself was bad. In fact, I did it a lot. "I never used to have dreams. They all seem so familiar." And then it hit me and I felt like an idiot. They weren't just dreams; they were memories, from long ago. But why were they coming back as dreams? Why were they coming back at all? I got out of the shower and decided to think about it more while training.
While I was training, Jet was fixing up soup... I think, at least that's what it smelled like. And when it was ready he came to tell me.
"Spike foods ready, chicken soup." He came into the room and looked at me like I've been ignoring him, maybe I have.
"Yeah, sure, I'll be there in a minute." I said, putting my foot back down to the ground. I grabbed my shirt and shoes and followed him to the "Living room." The soup wasn't much, barely chicken soup... maybe chicken flavored soup, but I couldn't complain. "It's good." I lied to him. I usually don't compliment on his food. I usually don't complain either.
"What?" He said, sounding amazed. "I think it's horrible." We both started to laugh. "So what's been up with you lately? Got something on your mind?" Jet asked as he slurped up some noodles.
"No, not really." I found a piece of chicken, and ate it quickly. "So why are we going to Mars?" I calmly changed the subject.
"Another bounty," He said with a full mouth.
After we finished eating he told me about them.
"They're a gang, not quite syndicate. They call them selves DREAM. The name stands for Damien, Rot, Enich, Adam, and Murdock. They are the members of the gang and are responsible for terrorist acts all over the solar system, but lately on Mars, that's where Murdock is."
Jet pulls up the files on DREAM, and then pulls up Murdock's separate file. "Murdock is a musician, he plays at Jazz clubs, rock clubs, and he's also a drifter. Murdock has been responsible for Mass shootings and Robberies before he joined DREAM but now that he is in the group he is wanted for murder."
I look at the screen, not too bad looking. 'Wait he's the guy from the restaurant!' Whoa! 16 million for just him!
"Heh, he must be something to have a bounty like that separate from the group." Jet puts his bowl down and I forget that I've been letting mine get cold. I scarf the rest down.
"Yeah, the whole group is worth 1 billion all added up. I don't know what the hell made 'em make the bounty so high, but shit, if we can get at least a few of em..." He trailed off and let me finish his sentence in my head. Jet and I kinda had this thing where when it came to money, we knew what each other was thinking.
'So we were headed for Mars, maybe I'll stop having those dreams now... or maybe I'll have more. What ever, I have to focus on the bounties.' I stopped thinking and trained some more. But while I was training I felt weird. The thought about the dreams I was having and this gang called DREAM was like a scratch on the roof of my mouth that kept getting bigger and more annoying.
'No... there couldn't be any connection.' I thought. When I was tired enough to sleep, I lied down on the couch, and put the radio on. 'I wonder what memory I'll dream about tonight' I thought. 'I hope it's a good one and not one that I don't want to remember.'
She was stunning. Beautiful. Amazing. I fail to think of a word that perfectly sums her up. Her name is Jula. I first saw this angelic demon walking down the street and I almost got hit by a car, her car that is. I was going back to my apartment with some groceries and she almost hit me. She wasn't paying attention and ran a red, and there I was. I threw a loaf of bread at her windshield to get her attention just in the nick of time. The bread hit the windshield and she swerved out of the way, so I didn't die, and my bread was fine. She got out of her car and started apologizing and I couldn't speak. She drove me to my apartment and I started to get to know her. Her name was Julia, as I said, and she was just... amazing. I had an apartment so I wouldn't be suspicious living with a head member of the Syndicate. That's why I moved out of Mao and Annie's place. They actually paid for the apartment until they broke up. Now Mao just pays for it.
"I live here and go to school. Just me, it's pretty nice." I told her. She came inside and took a look around. Of course I didn't tell her that I was with the syndicate; that came later. First I got to know her, and we became very good friends. Time went by fast with Julia, and before I knew it, we were dating. After about a year and a half I progressed to real missions within the syndicate and I met Vicious. Vicious was a year older than me, and he was my superior.
"Hey Spike." He called me over to him. "We have a job tonight. Drop all of your plans."
"Aw shit V." I called him V for short. "I've got a date tonight." I looked up at him and automatically knew that that was the wrong thing to say.
"Did you hear me?! WE have a fucking job, not just me, WE. That means you drop what ever you think you have to do!" He gave me a glare and walked away.
"Alright, alright, what is the job?" I asked him as I jogged to catch up with him.
"We have an assassination job. Just you and me, I hope you're up for it." He looked at me, summing me up, like a new pet owner to his dog.
"Of course I can handle it," I said, not trying to puff up or anything, "Any more details?"
Vicious told me everything, about the guys, the place, and the background. We were going to kill a new face that was brought in by the other syndicate. He was supposedly very dangerous; V and I proved that theory wrong.
After a bit of getting used to, we warmed down to each other, and we became the ultimate team. After a while we became friends, and that's when he met Julia.
"Ok Spike, we're just going to go look for clues. Try to find anything about this guy, with how popular he must be, I don't think it should be too hard." He said over the intercom.
"Right, ready for takeoff."