Okay.....here's the game plan.....i'm going to be adding some Spike to the
mixture. Make it interesting, ya know? Enjoy!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop or anything by the Foo Fighters.......Now Dave Grohl.....that's another story. He will be mine. Oh yes, he will be mine.
A Life Full Of Saturdays: There Goes My Hero
Faye felt the flannel blanket wrap tightly around her frame, only to realize she had become entangled in it during the night. The shrill noise of blinds rising and blinding Faye with the coarse sunlight of the desert brought Faye from her unconcious delight. Duke stood above her, a grin pasted upon his dry lips. It had been like this for several months now, as Faye reacalled. Duke would wake her up, make her do a few chores around the trailor before giving her the day's lesson. The lesson would go on for hours (taking a mild break for lunch) and would leave Faye utterly drained of all energy. Duke would then turn on the television and lecture Faye about poilitcs and what not. The bounty hunter would then leave the room and head towards the kitchen to cook up a meal fit for two people.
It was an honest life. One that Faye had grown accustomed to. Sometimes, Duke would recieve a call from a friend of his in the city about a bounty, and the couple would jump into the Redtail and head towards the desired location. Faye never questioned where Duke got the gas for the craft, or why he never let her participate in the hunting, but ten minutes of waiting in the Redtail, and Duke was handed a hefty amount of woolongs for a bounty that Faye had never seen. It wasn't until their final weeks together that Faye questioned Duke's motives. She played with the steak on her plate and sighed, bringing herself a look from the dark man.
"What is it Faye?" Faye felt like a helpless child and sounded like a crushed teenager.
"How come you never let me help you with the bounties? I'm more than qualified now. You've taught me all I needed to know to survive out there. So why keep me locked up in this tin foil trailer?" Duke quietly set his fork down and excused himself from the table, leaving a wide eyed Faye. She followed the man to the kitchen and proceeded to interrogate the hunter. "Come on Duke! I'm serious! You always take me along but I never get to see anything let alone DO anything! I'm so sick and tired of this, Duke!!"
"A woman doesn't belong behind a gun." He never took his eyes away from the sink as the statement dripped from his mouth. Faye could feel her jaw drop at least ten feet. She honestly couldn't believe what this man was saying. He taught her how to hold a gun but didn't want her exercising those skills?!
"A woman doesn't belong cooped up either!! Let me live a little, Duke! I'm not a child! I can pull off a bounty, I swear it!!" The large man sighed and turned off the faucet.
"Tomorrow night. We have to pull off a risky operation that involves some undercover work. I want you dressed and ready at seven, otherwise, your ass will get left behind." Faye bit her lip in happiness. Her first bounty hunt!!
Duke beamed with pride as he watched Faye descend down the stairway to the lobby of the hotel. She was dressed in a magnificent gown that hardly left anything to the imagination - which is exactly what she needed to win the bounty over. Her violet locks were pulled up tightly, a few strands draping the nape of her neck. Duke met her at the end of the staircase and held out his arm. Faye graciously hooked her arm in his and followed him to the ballroom.
"Do you have your gun?"
"Strapped to my thigh."
"Remember what the bounty looks like?"
"Red hair, blue eyes, about six foot two, slightly muscular."
"And the game plan?"
"Lure him to the hall and await your arrival."
"You're learning.....slowly but surely....you're learning." Faye laid her head down on the tuxedo clad man's shoulder. She hadn't felt this safe with anyone she had met yet and she looked up to Duke as a father figure. Duke smiled to himself at the woman's gesture but the simper slowly disappeared as he found two men staring at him from the corner of his eye. The feeling of ultimate doom lingered over him like a bad shadow. He knew what was going to happen that night.
Spike wandered the empty street, bloodied and bruised. He couldn't help but laugh at the scene. It was only a few years before that a similar scene had taken place.....Deja vu? His mind played back the week's events like an old movie. Bits and pieces were clear but the climax had become fuzzy with age. He leaned against a lamp post and searched through his jacket for the pack of cigarettes that he carried during times like these. At the failed attempt of finding nicotine, Spike yelled out in frusutration, unaware that his wounds bled even more at the unleashed emotion. He was stupid for ever trusting Vicious. He had left for two months....TWO months and the bastard couldn't wait to bed Julia. And Julia.....she left afterwards, wallowing in self pity for ever laying a finger on Vicious. Why had he done it? Why did Spike just leave like that? He knew why....he had to get away from the Syndicate. Perhaps THAT was the actual reason that Vicious hunted Julia down and persued her like an animal. And now, she was gone. She left him a 'Dear John' letter and vanished, along with his love....his life....his entire being. His vision became blurry as blood trickled down his forhead and into his chesnut orbs. He finally took notice of his physical pain. Hopefully, now, the Syndicate would believe him dead. He had fought his last battle with the organized crime.
"Hey, kid. You alright?" Spike glanced up and found a large figure walking towards him. His instinct told him to shrug the man off, but his gut told him otherwise. Mental stills of Julia, and his life while he was with the blonde angel drifted in and out of brain. His knees began to shake, hinting at a collapse that he might not wake up from. But he never felt the impact...
Faye stepped lightly towards the intended bounty, only to hear gunshots ring throughtout the hotel. Warm, red liquid seeped through the sheer sleeve of her gown. She quickly turned to meet the icy blue eyes of Duke fall to the carpeted ground. She kneeled beside the one who had saved her from certain death in the dark city he found her in.
"Duke!! Duke get up!! Please!!" Tears trailed down her rosied cheeks and onto the fine beard that the hunter sported. He smiled at the woman, and cupped her cheek.
"They finally got me. Get out of here while you still can, Faye. Take the Redtail. I was gonna give it you....anyway." Amid the screaming women and the frantic men, Faye watched Duke fall into an eerie dream he would never wake up from, and said goodbye to her hero. She picked up the small folds of her gown and slipped off her high heels before taking off through the fire exit.
If only she had been quicker. If only she had left sooner. If only Duke hadn't been a bounty hunter with a bounty on his own head, then perhaps the men dressed in all black wouldn't have spotted Faye as she headed out the door and would later capture her, only to learn that she carried a hefty amount on her head.
She was so near, so close, yet she could feel the Redtail slip out of her fingers as two stong hands pulled her away from freedom. So many words raced through her head to describe the feelings rushing through her - despair,sorrow, anger, loneliness. Yet only one could describe her exact mood, and she proudly yelled it out as the men handcuffed her.
"DAMMIT!!"
"Dammit..." Spike conciousness returned to him later that night and he found himself neatly placed on a yellow couch. Maybe a brown eyed exotic beauty would show up, bearing a scantily clad outfit and pain killers.
"Nice to see that you returned to the world of the living." Spike turned his head to find a rather brute looking man sitting across from him. So much for the alluring female theory. He looked like he was in his mid thirties, yet he was already bald. Spike winced as he sat up to face the stranger that probably saved his life.
"And to whom do I owe thanks to?"
"Jet. Jet Black. And no thanks is needed, really. Just doing my civil duty."
"The name's Spike. Spike Spiegel. And you were better off leaving me for dead."
"Perhaps."
"So where exactly am I?"
"The Bebop. My ship." Spike mentally groaned. Things were not going as he would have liked. Jet stood up to leave the room, only to be stopped by Spike's bandaged arm.
"I don't have money on me to pay you."
"Didn't think you would. But you can work it off."
"Huh?"
"I'm a simple bounty hunter trying to make a living. but one man can't bring in enough money to fuel this ship and survive. I need some help around here."
"And what benfits do I get?"
"A room, of course, of your choosing. And i've been experiementing with a few cookbooks so you'd gain a cook also."
"And what makes you think i'm capable of working as a bounty hunter?"
"Can you shoot straight?"
"Oh I can do so much more than shoot straight." Spike grinned cockily as Jet pondered over his remark. Spike leaned back on the yellow couch as Jet left the room. A bounty hunter,eh? I guess that made him a real life cowboy now....
"Don't you touch my ship!!" The Redtail had been given to her only hours before and she was already considering a piece of her property. Faye kicked and screamed down the cement hallway as the undercover cops pulled her into the room where they would take her mugshot. It seemed that Duke had once been part of an old space gang and had aquired a very large bounty during his days of rebelious youth. Faye squirmed underneath the metal of the handcuffs. She hated being in this situation. She stared blankly as the two cops who brought her in made bets on a horse race being televised. Hypocrites,Faye thought. Yes, the world is full of them. We have racial groups *coughKKKcough* that tell African Americans to go back their country when the "supreme race" isn't even from America. If you want to tell someone to go back to their country, then you need to jump back on the ship from Europe that you came on. You have an educational system that says you can have an IQ of a bajillion but a GPA of 1.2 says you're stupid. It's sad that intelligence is now based how many worksheets we turn in. But what really fires me up, is the fact that we don't have enough money to feed innocent children, yet we somehow managed to find the dough to send troops to a war that was initially meant to avenge a travesty that could have been prevented. Yes, the world is full of hypocrites, Faye.
I'm way too opinionated. Excuse the lateness of this chapter and the very political speech at the end. I blame both on me being sick....
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop or anything by the Foo Fighters.......Now Dave Grohl.....that's another story. He will be mine. Oh yes, he will be mine.
A Life Full Of Saturdays: There Goes My Hero
Faye felt the flannel blanket wrap tightly around her frame, only to realize she had become entangled in it during the night. The shrill noise of blinds rising and blinding Faye with the coarse sunlight of the desert brought Faye from her unconcious delight. Duke stood above her, a grin pasted upon his dry lips. It had been like this for several months now, as Faye reacalled. Duke would wake her up, make her do a few chores around the trailor before giving her the day's lesson. The lesson would go on for hours (taking a mild break for lunch) and would leave Faye utterly drained of all energy. Duke would then turn on the television and lecture Faye about poilitcs and what not. The bounty hunter would then leave the room and head towards the kitchen to cook up a meal fit for two people.
It was an honest life. One that Faye had grown accustomed to. Sometimes, Duke would recieve a call from a friend of his in the city about a bounty, and the couple would jump into the Redtail and head towards the desired location. Faye never questioned where Duke got the gas for the craft, or why he never let her participate in the hunting, but ten minutes of waiting in the Redtail, and Duke was handed a hefty amount of woolongs for a bounty that Faye had never seen. It wasn't until their final weeks together that Faye questioned Duke's motives. She played with the steak on her plate and sighed, bringing herself a look from the dark man.
"What is it Faye?" Faye felt like a helpless child and sounded like a crushed teenager.
"How come you never let me help you with the bounties? I'm more than qualified now. You've taught me all I needed to know to survive out there. So why keep me locked up in this tin foil trailer?" Duke quietly set his fork down and excused himself from the table, leaving a wide eyed Faye. She followed the man to the kitchen and proceeded to interrogate the hunter. "Come on Duke! I'm serious! You always take me along but I never get to see anything let alone DO anything! I'm so sick and tired of this, Duke!!"
"A woman doesn't belong behind a gun." He never took his eyes away from the sink as the statement dripped from his mouth. Faye could feel her jaw drop at least ten feet. She honestly couldn't believe what this man was saying. He taught her how to hold a gun but didn't want her exercising those skills?!
"A woman doesn't belong cooped up either!! Let me live a little, Duke! I'm not a child! I can pull off a bounty, I swear it!!" The large man sighed and turned off the faucet.
"Tomorrow night. We have to pull off a risky operation that involves some undercover work. I want you dressed and ready at seven, otherwise, your ass will get left behind." Faye bit her lip in happiness. Her first bounty hunt!!
Duke beamed with pride as he watched Faye descend down the stairway to the lobby of the hotel. She was dressed in a magnificent gown that hardly left anything to the imagination - which is exactly what she needed to win the bounty over. Her violet locks were pulled up tightly, a few strands draping the nape of her neck. Duke met her at the end of the staircase and held out his arm. Faye graciously hooked her arm in his and followed him to the ballroom.
"Do you have your gun?"
"Strapped to my thigh."
"Remember what the bounty looks like?"
"Red hair, blue eyes, about six foot two, slightly muscular."
"And the game plan?"
"Lure him to the hall and await your arrival."
"You're learning.....slowly but surely....you're learning." Faye laid her head down on the tuxedo clad man's shoulder. She hadn't felt this safe with anyone she had met yet and she looked up to Duke as a father figure. Duke smiled to himself at the woman's gesture but the simper slowly disappeared as he found two men staring at him from the corner of his eye. The feeling of ultimate doom lingered over him like a bad shadow. He knew what was going to happen that night.
Spike wandered the empty street, bloodied and bruised. He couldn't help but laugh at the scene. It was only a few years before that a similar scene had taken place.....Deja vu? His mind played back the week's events like an old movie. Bits and pieces were clear but the climax had become fuzzy with age. He leaned against a lamp post and searched through his jacket for the pack of cigarettes that he carried during times like these. At the failed attempt of finding nicotine, Spike yelled out in frusutration, unaware that his wounds bled even more at the unleashed emotion. He was stupid for ever trusting Vicious. He had left for two months....TWO months and the bastard couldn't wait to bed Julia. And Julia.....she left afterwards, wallowing in self pity for ever laying a finger on Vicious. Why had he done it? Why did Spike just leave like that? He knew why....he had to get away from the Syndicate. Perhaps THAT was the actual reason that Vicious hunted Julia down and persued her like an animal. And now, she was gone. She left him a 'Dear John' letter and vanished, along with his love....his life....his entire being. His vision became blurry as blood trickled down his forhead and into his chesnut orbs. He finally took notice of his physical pain. Hopefully, now, the Syndicate would believe him dead. He had fought his last battle with the organized crime.
"Hey, kid. You alright?" Spike glanced up and found a large figure walking towards him. His instinct told him to shrug the man off, but his gut told him otherwise. Mental stills of Julia, and his life while he was with the blonde angel drifted in and out of brain. His knees began to shake, hinting at a collapse that he might not wake up from. But he never felt the impact...
Faye stepped lightly towards the intended bounty, only to hear gunshots ring throughtout the hotel. Warm, red liquid seeped through the sheer sleeve of her gown. She quickly turned to meet the icy blue eyes of Duke fall to the carpeted ground. She kneeled beside the one who had saved her from certain death in the dark city he found her in.
"Duke!! Duke get up!! Please!!" Tears trailed down her rosied cheeks and onto the fine beard that the hunter sported. He smiled at the woman, and cupped her cheek.
"They finally got me. Get out of here while you still can, Faye. Take the Redtail. I was gonna give it you....anyway." Amid the screaming women and the frantic men, Faye watched Duke fall into an eerie dream he would never wake up from, and said goodbye to her hero. She picked up the small folds of her gown and slipped off her high heels before taking off through the fire exit.
If only she had been quicker. If only she had left sooner. If only Duke hadn't been a bounty hunter with a bounty on his own head, then perhaps the men dressed in all black wouldn't have spotted Faye as she headed out the door and would later capture her, only to learn that she carried a hefty amount on her head.
She was so near, so close, yet she could feel the Redtail slip out of her fingers as two stong hands pulled her away from freedom. So many words raced through her head to describe the feelings rushing through her - despair,sorrow, anger, loneliness. Yet only one could describe her exact mood, and she proudly yelled it out as the men handcuffed her.
"DAMMIT!!"
"Dammit..." Spike conciousness returned to him later that night and he found himself neatly placed on a yellow couch. Maybe a brown eyed exotic beauty would show up, bearing a scantily clad outfit and pain killers.
"Nice to see that you returned to the world of the living." Spike turned his head to find a rather brute looking man sitting across from him. So much for the alluring female theory. He looked like he was in his mid thirties, yet he was already bald. Spike winced as he sat up to face the stranger that probably saved his life.
"And to whom do I owe thanks to?"
"Jet. Jet Black. And no thanks is needed, really. Just doing my civil duty."
"The name's Spike. Spike Spiegel. And you were better off leaving me for dead."
"Perhaps."
"So where exactly am I?"
"The Bebop. My ship." Spike mentally groaned. Things were not going as he would have liked. Jet stood up to leave the room, only to be stopped by Spike's bandaged arm.
"I don't have money on me to pay you."
"Didn't think you would. But you can work it off."
"Huh?"
"I'm a simple bounty hunter trying to make a living. but one man can't bring in enough money to fuel this ship and survive. I need some help around here."
"And what benfits do I get?"
"A room, of course, of your choosing. And i've been experiementing with a few cookbooks so you'd gain a cook also."
"And what makes you think i'm capable of working as a bounty hunter?"
"Can you shoot straight?"
"Oh I can do so much more than shoot straight." Spike grinned cockily as Jet pondered over his remark. Spike leaned back on the yellow couch as Jet left the room. A bounty hunter,eh? I guess that made him a real life cowboy now....
"Don't you touch my ship!!" The Redtail had been given to her only hours before and she was already considering a piece of her property. Faye kicked and screamed down the cement hallway as the undercover cops pulled her into the room where they would take her mugshot. It seemed that Duke had once been part of an old space gang and had aquired a very large bounty during his days of rebelious youth. Faye squirmed underneath the metal of the handcuffs. She hated being in this situation. She stared blankly as the two cops who brought her in made bets on a horse race being televised. Hypocrites,Faye thought. Yes, the world is full of them. We have racial groups *coughKKKcough* that tell African Americans to go back their country when the "supreme race" isn't even from America. If you want to tell someone to go back to their country, then you need to jump back on the ship from Europe that you came on. You have an educational system that says you can have an IQ of a bajillion but a GPA of 1.2 says you're stupid. It's sad that intelligence is now based how many worksheets we turn in. But what really fires me up, is the fact that we don't have enough money to feed innocent children, yet we somehow managed to find the dough to send troops to a war that was initially meant to avenge a travesty that could have been prevented. Yes, the world is full of hypocrites, Faye.
I'm way too opinionated. Excuse the lateness of this chapter and the very political speech at the end. I blame both on me being sick....