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A Life Full Of Saturdays : The Memory Remains - Part 1
"I'm not going there to die. I'm going there to see if I was ever really alive." Faye's heart plummeted into the depths of an unknown region. She had lost him. She had her chance and tried her damnest to keep him from leaving, but it wasn't enough. She watched Spike Spiegel melt into the darkness as his figure walked away from the Bebop. She fell against the hard metal of the ship, forgetting about the sharp pain that flew up her back. She was focused on a different kind of pain. Her heart felt like it had been mauled to death by a stray dog. She brought her knees to her chest with much difficulty and cried like she had done two nights ago when Spike first let on that he was leaving and may never come back. For the first time in her life, she felt like she needed to see a priest and repent. For what? She had no idea. It just seemed like the most logical thing to do at that moment.
"I'm going out." She tried her best to keep her cool as she walked past Jet. The former police officer shrugged without his usual interrogation of the bounty huntress.
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been fifty four years since my last confession."
"Speak child."
"Father, I don't even know if this is considered a sin, but I failed in helping out fate."
"Pardon child?"
"He was right there, Father, and I let a man walk into death. I couldn't save him." The priest's voice was gentle and wise. Faye had never thought herself religious and he must have sensed this.
"Child, perhaps he didn't want to be saved."
"Then what was all that cr- sorry - stuff about fate and him and home is where the heart is." The elderly man chuckled behind the small door that concealed identities.
"What you are thinking, even I do not know. But you did not come here to repent. You came here for forgiveness. What is it that you search for child?"
"I don't know. I didn't want him to leave. I...I grew too attached."
"Then the only sin you are guilty of is greed. You wanted this man for yourself when he was not yours to be taken."
"Yeah...I guess."
"Ten Hail Mary's."
"That's it!!?"
"No. Go find him..." Faye's eyes widened as the priest spoke. Where the hell...in the world....would she find him? The priest closed the tiny door and left Faye to her own thoughts. She opened the tiny room up, only to find a short, stout woman smiling up at her. Faye returned the gesture with a weak grin of her own and headed out of the small church. People were running all over the place and she thought she caught the words 'Syndicate' and 'bombs' in the same sentence. She followed the crowd, hoping that Fate would give her break and just help her out a smidget.
"Bang..."
Have you ever had a moment in life where time just slows down for you? Everything around you continues moving but you are held to the ground, unable to move. This was Faye's moment as Spike spoke his final words and fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood. Faye turned her back on the scene and clenched her fists. She wanted to run away, run away from everything that reminded her of Spike and the times they shared together. It wasn't that she was afraid of what was laying before her. She had seen dead bodies before. But she thought, that maybe, if she turned away and closed her eyes and wished hard enough, it would just disappear. She would return to the Bebop and see the lazy lunkhead sleeping on the couch and remarking about her attire or gambling habits as she walked by. She turned her head slightly, only to find the still form still laying on the pavement stairs. She shook her head and squeezed out the tears. Then she began to run. She didn't know where, but it was the only way to get away from it, from him. He was gone. Spike Spiegel had conquered his past. She ran into the nearest alley and desended against the wall, tears flowing freely. Why? Why had she let herself care so much? She punched at a nearby metal trashcan, unleashing the rage she was succumbing to. God, she missed the man already. Stars now dotted the sky as she peered up.
"God....if there is a God....bring him back. I promise....I don't know what i'll promise just bring him back....please?" No answer. Why did she even expect an answer? She laughed at her childish way and stood up to head back to the Bebop.
Miracles happen everyday. You see it in the tabloids, in the newspapers, and on t.v. But even when reading them or watching them play out in front of you on a screen, you still wonder if they could ever really happen. But on that remarkable day, Faye's prayer was answered, even though she didn't know it yet. At that time, a peach haired, silver eyed angel had chosen to glance out of her window to see a crowd gathering around a thin figure. She would climb out the window and push her way through the dispersing crowd and stand before the fallen cowboy. Carefully, she knelt before him, pushing a bit of green hair from his face. She was about seven, no younger, no older, and proved to be wise beyond her years. She lay beside Spike as if she were dying also, staring intently at his features. He carried regrets but also seemed pleased. The tiny form rested her hands on her forarms and continued her mental match with the man.
"Close your eyes, you're beautiful when you're sleeping. Tonight may all your dreams come true. It's so nice to hold you while you're sleeping. When i'm sleeping next to you. What we've got is somethin special. What we are, is a perfect match. And three thousand miles could not come between us. And no matter what we do it's always you and me. And it's always me and you..." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she continued the song, and to her surprise she thought she saw the rise and fall of a heart trying to bring its master back to life.
That voice. Who was it? It sounded like a child but why would a child be at the scene of numerous crimes in a Syndicate building. Spike struggled to breathe. For some odd reason, he wanted to see who the voice belonged to and slowly began to open his eyes. Before him stood the smallest body possible, sporting shoulder length reddish hair and the most innocent silver eyes he had ever seen. She seemed to be sent directly from heaven, smiling ever so softly.
"Who are you?" His voice came out in short spurts of energy. That was all he was capable of.
"Serenity." Spike managed to cough out a laugh.
"Who are you?"
"Just your...average day bounty hunter." Serenity smiled once more and sat on all fours.
"Well my average day bounty hunter, you're hurt pretty badly."
"Just let me meet my fate."
"I can't do that."
"And why not?"
"Because that's not your fate..." Spike quirked an eyebrow, with much difficulty. Serenity leaned over him and brushed a light kiss on his forehead. "Shh...sleep now." Spike couldn't believe how easy unconciousness took over by the simple command. But when he woke up, he was on a small cot, and bandaged up from head to toe. Serenity was balled up in the corner, using her knees as a pillow. Spike felt bad for the child. The building was obviously abandoned, but served as a home to the child. She didn't have much, a hot plate serving as a stove, a broken dresser, and a rotting cot. Yet she seemed happy and content with her lifestyle. She wasn't alseep, as Spike had presumed and lifted her head when she felt the soft stare emitting from the bounty hunter. She tucked a strawberry strand of hair behind her pale ear and walked over to Spike, checking his cheeks and forehead for any sign of fever.
"You know, children aren't really known to be doctors." Serenity ignored him and stepped over to a pitcher of water.
"She ran."
"Huh?"
"I saw her run. You must go find her." Amazingly enough, Spike was able to sit upright on the cot and look directly at the child. His wounds had almost healed. But how?! He knew there had to have been internal bleeding, plus the numerous wounds he received from Vicious and the Syndicate. "Not everything has an answer, Spike Spiegel."
"How did you know my name?"
"Identification card."
"You went through my belongings?!"
"A girl has to eat. But alas, you were carrying no woolongs." The kid was a thief!! Not only was she a thief, but one hell of a healer.
"Look kid -"
"You have to go find her Spike. She's in danger."
"Who?"
"Snow White."
"I don't have time for games, kiddo." Serenity frowned for the first time since Spike laid eyes upon her. She shook her head, her locks swinging from side to side in front of her face. Thin bangs now shadowed her bright eyes.
"I can't see her name." She squeezed her eyes shut, as if trying to remember something. "Purple hair." Her eyes reopened and seemed to sparkle with admiration. "And pretty green eyes. She looks...like Snow White. Very strong. Romani?" Spike was now watching the child in disbelief. How could she know of Faye? Faye rarely conversed with children let alone poor orphans. But the child was determined to make Spike understand. "She's in trouble Spike."
"Faye can handle herself." He lay back on the wooden wall the cot was propped up against and searched for a cigarette. Just as he found one, it was yanked from his lips.
"Not this time!!!" Spike was growing agitated and almost felt strong enough to shake some common sense into the little girl. He glanced down at her pleading eyes.
"What kind of trouble?" Serenity sat down on the pitiful excuse of a bed next to Spike and ran her petite fingers over her head.
"A man. Large. Decisions? Dragon. Tears. She's....crying...for you. Wishing....God....Bring you back." Spike gawked at the child. Faye was crying over him. Not only that, but she prayed for his return. Maybe the shrew had let on to more than he thought when he left her. He rubbed the sides of his skull, wondering just what it was he had to do.
"How do you know all this?"
"I...see things. But not all the time. Just certain people." The small fragments of sentences were enough to tell Spike a lifetime's worth of details. She was psychic.
"I'm in a bit of a bind right now. As you can see I was a bit -"
"You're healed."
"Huh?" Serenity's gaze was locked on the floor and it looked as if she was close to crying.
"Check for yourself." She stood up and skidded across the room into the dark hallway. Spike slowly unraveled the bandages and stared on in wonderment. There wasn't a scratch on him...
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop or "Goodnight,Starlight" by Juliana Theory or "The Memory Remains" by Metallica although I highly despise Lars whatever his name is....
A Life Full Of Saturdays : The Memory Remains - Part 1
"I'm not going there to die. I'm going there to see if I was ever really alive." Faye's heart plummeted into the depths of an unknown region. She had lost him. She had her chance and tried her damnest to keep him from leaving, but it wasn't enough. She watched Spike Spiegel melt into the darkness as his figure walked away from the Bebop. She fell against the hard metal of the ship, forgetting about the sharp pain that flew up her back. She was focused on a different kind of pain. Her heart felt like it had been mauled to death by a stray dog. She brought her knees to her chest with much difficulty and cried like she had done two nights ago when Spike first let on that he was leaving and may never come back. For the first time in her life, she felt like she needed to see a priest and repent. For what? She had no idea. It just seemed like the most logical thing to do at that moment.
"I'm going out." She tried her best to keep her cool as she walked past Jet. The former police officer shrugged without his usual interrogation of the bounty huntress.
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been fifty four years since my last confession."
"Speak child."
"Father, I don't even know if this is considered a sin, but I failed in helping out fate."
"Pardon child?"
"He was right there, Father, and I let a man walk into death. I couldn't save him." The priest's voice was gentle and wise. Faye had never thought herself religious and he must have sensed this.
"Child, perhaps he didn't want to be saved."
"Then what was all that cr- sorry - stuff about fate and him and home is where the heart is." The elderly man chuckled behind the small door that concealed identities.
"What you are thinking, even I do not know. But you did not come here to repent. You came here for forgiveness. What is it that you search for child?"
"I don't know. I didn't want him to leave. I...I grew too attached."
"Then the only sin you are guilty of is greed. You wanted this man for yourself when he was not yours to be taken."
"Yeah...I guess."
"Ten Hail Mary's."
"That's it!!?"
"No. Go find him..." Faye's eyes widened as the priest spoke. Where the hell...in the world....would she find him? The priest closed the tiny door and left Faye to her own thoughts. She opened the tiny room up, only to find a short, stout woman smiling up at her. Faye returned the gesture with a weak grin of her own and headed out of the small church. People were running all over the place and she thought she caught the words 'Syndicate' and 'bombs' in the same sentence. She followed the crowd, hoping that Fate would give her break and just help her out a smidget.
"Bang..."
Have you ever had a moment in life where time just slows down for you? Everything around you continues moving but you are held to the ground, unable to move. This was Faye's moment as Spike spoke his final words and fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood. Faye turned her back on the scene and clenched her fists. She wanted to run away, run away from everything that reminded her of Spike and the times they shared together. It wasn't that she was afraid of what was laying before her. She had seen dead bodies before. But she thought, that maybe, if she turned away and closed her eyes and wished hard enough, it would just disappear. She would return to the Bebop and see the lazy lunkhead sleeping on the couch and remarking about her attire or gambling habits as she walked by. She turned her head slightly, only to find the still form still laying on the pavement stairs. She shook her head and squeezed out the tears. Then she began to run. She didn't know where, but it was the only way to get away from it, from him. He was gone. Spike Spiegel had conquered his past. She ran into the nearest alley and desended against the wall, tears flowing freely. Why? Why had she let herself care so much? She punched at a nearby metal trashcan, unleashing the rage she was succumbing to. God, she missed the man already. Stars now dotted the sky as she peered up.
"God....if there is a God....bring him back. I promise....I don't know what i'll promise just bring him back....please?" No answer. Why did she even expect an answer? She laughed at her childish way and stood up to head back to the Bebop.
Miracles happen everyday. You see it in the tabloids, in the newspapers, and on t.v. But even when reading them or watching them play out in front of you on a screen, you still wonder if they could ever really happen. But on that remarkable day, Faye's prayer was answered, even though she didn't know it yet. At that time, a peach haired, silver eyed angel had chosen to glance out of her window to see a crowd gathering around a thin figure. She would climb out the window and push her way through the dispersing crowd and stand before the fallen cowboy. Carefully, she knelt before him, pushing a bit of green hair from his face. She was about seven, no younger, no older, and proved to be wise beyond her years. She lay beside Spike as if she were dying also, staring intently at his features. He carried regrets but also seemed pleased. The tiny form rested her hands on her forarms and continued her mental match with the man.
"Close your eyes, you're beautiful when you're sleeping. Tonight may all your dreams come true. It's so nice to hold you while you're sleeping. When i'm sleeping next to you. What we've got is somethin special. What we are, is a perfect match. And three thousand miles could not come between us. And no matter what we do it's always you and me. And it's always me and you..." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she continued the song, and to her surprise she thought she saw the rise and fall of a heart trying to bring its master back to life.
That voice. Who was it? It sounded like a child but why would a child be at the scene of numerous crimes in a Syndicate building. Spike struggled to breathe. For some odd reason, he wanted to see who the voice belonged to and slowly began to open his eyes. Before him stood the smallest body possible, sporting shoulder length reddish hair and the most innocent silver eyes he had ever seen. She seemed to be sent directly from heaven, smiling ever so softly.
"Who are you?" His voice came out in short spurts of energy. That was all he was capable of.
"Serenity." Spike managed to cough out a laugh.
"Who are you?"
"Just your...average day bounty hunter." Serenity smiled once more and sat on all fours.
"Well my average day bounty hunter, you're hurt pretty badly."
"Just let me meet my fate."
"I can't do that."
"And why not?"
"Because that's not your fate..." Spike quirked an eyebrow, with much difficulty. Serenity leaned over him and brushed a light kiss on his forehead. "Shh...sleep now." Spike couldn't believe how easy unconciousness took over by the simple command. But when he woke up, he was on a small cot, and bandaged up from head to toe. Serenity was balled up in the corner, using her knees as a pillow. Spike felt bad for the child. The building was obviously abandoned, but served as a home to the child. She didn't have much, a hot plate serving as a stove, a broken dresser, and a rotting cot. Yet she seemed happy and content with her lifestyle. She wasn't alseep, as Spike had presumed and lifted her head when she felt the soft stare emitting from the bounty hunter. She tucked a strawberry strand of hair behind her pale ear and walked over to Spike, checking his cheeks and forehead for any sign of fever.
"You know, children aren't really known to be doctors." Serenity ignored him and stepped over to a pitcher of water.
"She ran."
"Huh?"
"I saw her run. You must go find her." Amazingly enough, Spike was able to sit upright on the cot and look directly at the child. His wounds had almost healed. But how?! He knew there had to have been internal bleeding, plus the numerous wounds he received from Vicious and the Syndicate. "Not everything has an answer, Spike Spiegel."
"How did you know my name?"
"Identification card."
"You went through my belongings?!"
"A girl has to eat. But alas, you were carrying no woolongs." The kid was a thief!! Not only was she a thief, but one hell of a healer.
"Look kid -"
"You have to go find her Spike. She's in danger."
"Who?"
"Snow White."
"I don't have time for games, kiddo." Serenity frowned for the first time since Spike laid eyes upon her. She shook her head, her locks swinging from side to side in front of her face. Thin bangs now shadowed her bright eyes.
"I can't see her name." She squeezed her eyes shut, as if trying to remember something. "Purple hair." Her eyes reopened and seemed to sparkle with admiration. "And pretty green eyes. She looks...like Snow White. Very strong. Romani?" Spike was now watching the child in disbelief. How could she know of Faye? Faye rarely conversed with children let alone poor orphans. But the child was determined to make Spike understand. "She's in trouble Spike."
"Faye can handle herself." He lay back on the wooden wall the cot was propped up against and searched for a cigarette. Just as he found one, it was yanked from his lips.
"Not this time!!!" Spike was growing agitated and almost felt strong enough to shake some common sense into the little girl. He glanced down at her pleading eyes.
"What kind of trouble?" Serenity sat down on the pitiful excuse of a bed next to Spike and ran her petite fingers over her head.
"A man. Large. Decisions? Dragon. Tears. She's....crying...for you. Wishing....God....Bring you back." Spike gawked at the child. Faye was crying over him. Not only that, but she prayed for his return. Maybe the shrew had let on to more than he thought when he left her. He rubbed the sides of his skull, wondering just what it was he had to do.
"How do you know all this?"
"I...see things. But not all the time. Just certain people." The small fragments of sentences were enough to tell Spike a lifetime's worth of details. She was psychic.
"I'm in a bit of a bind right now. As you can see I was a bit -"
"You're healed."
"Huh?" Serenity's gaze was locked on the floor and it looked as if she was close to crying.
"Check for yourself." She stood up and skidded across the room into the dark hallway. Spike slowly unraveled the bandages and stared on in wonderment. There wasn't a scratch on him...