Okay, so maybe I SHOULD edit better...i'll try to but sometimes I just
don't have time. Unfortunally, I have to do it the old fashioned way.
Anyway, about the story....I have included yet another bump in the
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A Life Full Of Saturdays - Dream On
Faye backed up slowly towards her only exit besides the balcony, which Blair had so efficiently blocked. She could feel the cool brass doorknob against her sweaty palm. How could something like this happen? It was only this morning that Blair had wooed her and whispered sweet nothings into her awaiting ear. She had longed to hear someone want her the way he had, and now he carried an evil glint in his eye and a grim smile to accompany it. Faye winced as Blair threw the katana that once belonged to the horrid Vicious at lightning speed and graced Faye's pale cheek as it struck the door. She didn't know if it was a warning or just chance that the katana missed her by a hair. Blood began to trickle down her once flawless cheek. It wasn't until she saw Blair's muscular form running towards her, did her instincts kick in. Faye tackled her former beau before he could lay a hand on her and tumbled towards the glass door that stood between her and safety for the time being.
Everytime that I look in the mirror All these lines on my face gettin clearer The past is gone It went by like dusk to dawn Isn't that the way Everybody's got their dues in life to pay
Spike stared in the mirror and rubbed at his chin. He seemed so much older now even though a single wrinkle couldn't be seen. He hadn't eaten or slept since Faye left which was quite odd, considering the fact he got the best sleep when the shrew was gone. No nagging, no pestering, no whining. It was like a dream come true that Romani had left. So why did his stomach turn cartwheels when she said she was leaving because of him? He sighed and leaned on the tiled wall to weigh out his choices. In one hand, he had his love for Julia. But Julia was dead now and had even used a seven year old girl to convey the message 'move on'. Spike got that much clear. In the other hand, Faye. The same tomboy who had practically begged him to stay when he left to fight Vicious. The same woman who had somehow grown on him in her time on the Bebop. The same Faye who had basically shown every emotion to him yesterday without actually yelling out that she cared for him. Now he felt the guilt...
I know what nobody knows Where it somes and where it goes I know everybody sins You gotta lose to know how to win
Serenity stared blankly at the bounty hunter gazing at his open palms in the bathroom. She shuddered to even think of why he was staring at them the way he was. She cleared her throat to catch Spike's attention and leaned upon the doorframe for support. Julia had long since left her side when she confessed to Spike. In a way, the child missed the blonde woman's presence. She had grown accustomed to the forlorn features that had shown her the path to Spike, Faye, and the Bebop. She hated to do what she had to do next...
"Hey cowboy..." Spike turned to meet the innocent eyes of Serenity peering back at him. He blushed slightly and then straightened his posture, noting the bag she was carrying of the items she had been given by the crew.
"Leaving so soon?" Serenity shrugged her small shoulders.
"Depends."
"On?"
"Either way, I have to go. But you should really consider going after Faye."
"I'm not worried about it. Faye knows how to handle herself. Besides, only one man knew the exact location of Blair's switch and I took it upon myself to rid this universe of him."
"Vicious?"
"Bingo." Serenity bit her bottom lip and twirled a piece of tangerine hair around her nimble finger.
"Ummm....not exactly." Spike's dark eyes were now dead serious as the child smiled nervously. Serenity gave a tiny yelp as Spike flew past her, grabbing his Jericho and an extra round of bullets.
Faye climbed desperately up to the roof. There was no way she could go below now. The soft slams of a car tossed Faye into the notion that the Syndicate was more involved with Blair's life than he ever let on. She cursed lightly as she maneuvered her thin form over the side of the brick edge, finally noticing just how high she was. Rain pounded against her shoulders and the tiny droplets gave a tight sting when it hit her flesh. Faye scanned the roof for any sign of Blair and was answered with a hard punch to the stomach. Faye shook it off and focused her eyes in the rain on her attacker. Blair advanced once more, this time knocking her to the ground.
Half my life's in book's written pages Live and learn from fools and from sages You know it's true All the things you do, come back to you
Faye snapped her emerald eyes shut and waited for the next blow. Images of her compatriots crowded her once empty memory. She hated it when her memory would choose the worst times to dance around in her head. Everything she had learned had been from the crew of the Bebop. Jet had taught her patience; Spike taught her you don't need it. She mentally kicked herself. Even in the midst of a fight, she was thinking back to that lunkhead! She couldn't deny her feelings, but neither could he. He made that perfectly clear when he spoke Julia's name to her face. The final blow had never come and Faye gasped out loud as Blair's body landed next to her's with an even louder thud. Faye followed Blair's landing to a tall, lanky shadow standing at ease but ready to fight. Faye's eyes widened once more. He had come back. For her.
Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Sing with me, if it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
Blair ran towards the cowboy, katana gleaming in the night. Spike easily dodged it, only to be slit from behind. Blair took advantage of the situation and punched Spike right across the jaw, knocking his Jericho along with it. Spike managed a few more hits before the pain from his wound drew away his energy. Blair charged at him, pinning him to the small building the served as a green house for the tennants. Spike refused to swallow for the blade of Blair's katana was jammed against Spike's throat.
Dream on, Dream on, Dream on Dream until your dreams come true
It was like slow motion for Faye. The Jericho sliding across the cement and stopping beside her, as if God was giving her a cruel choice to make. Faye wrapped her cold fingers around the trigger and aimed at the two men. The choice had to be made. Kill the man she loved or kill the other. The question was : which one did she love?
Dream on
'A life full of Saturdays..'
'...my brightest moment was when YOU WEREN'T AROUND!!'
'Always keep your own marked hand. They might come in handy.' Faye stood on her knees and took better aim. Both men struggled and Faye had to squint to keep them in full sight range.
Dream on
'I just wanted to make sure you're...you know...okay.'
'It's the future that's important.'
'You hear me but you don't listen to me.' Dream On
'I came here with you and i'm leaving with you.'
'Your home is with him.'
'..bring him back....please?'
'I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't love you.' A single shot rang through the cold air as the life from a body seeped out into the world. The corpse landed with a single thud and ceased to move. Faye stood there, quivering from the shot. She couldn't believe it, she had shot him...
Spike grimaced as he heard the bullet and was finally able to swallow the lump forming in his throat as Blair's body sank to the ground. His mismatched orbs floated to the obviously stunned Faye. He made no movement towards her. How could he? She had just acted out the most tragic story ever penned on paper. She had shot the man who loved her, for the man she loved but could not love in return. Spike watched a single tear descend down her face as she lowered her weapon. As if hypnotized, Faye dropped the Jericho and backed up towards the edge of the building before running away from her cowboy.
What had she done? The one man who could have ever possibly loved her and she just killed him in cold blood! Her heart beat furiously as she ran back to the Redtail. She didn't deserve a heart. Why couldn't she just rip it out, send it to Spike, and never return to the Bebop. She leaned against the control panel, trying to restrain the sadness that dripped from her form. Her head ached from the repeating phrase 'That wasn't Blair....That wasn't Blair....'
Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Sing with me, if it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away.
The rain had stopped hours ago as a large redheaded man stepped out onto the roof, breathing in the much anticipated battle between old foes. He quietly stepped over to the slain Blair and reached for the bloodied katana. He smirked as he wiped off the remaining blood and placed it back in its sheath. He knelt down beside the former Red Dragon.
"Blair Blair Blair.....you should've known better than to take something that doesn't belong to you. What would you have done if Vicious were here? Sadly, you won't be able to find out, now."
Serenity popped another candy into her petite mouth as she skipped merrily across the Martian street. It was definetly time for a change even though she didn't mind the company of Edward or even Jet for that matter. It was the lanky cowboy that had gotten to her. Why couldn't he take a hint? The sour candy melted upon her tastebuds as she worked down another. Besides, she didn't HAVE to help him. He could at least be grateful. Serenity paused beside a worn looking dog and handed the mutt the remainder of her candy. The dog wagged its tail lazily and snatched the sweet goodness from her palm. Serenity smiled. She was so easily comforted by the simple pleasures of helping living things. Her silver irises shut instinctively as a large hand covered her mouth while the other picked her up and dragged her away. She was thrown roughly into the backseat of a car and thoughts of perverse natures was the first thing her mind busted out. Instead, a very lady like woman sat across from her, a smile etched upon her artificial lips.
"Serenity...It is indeed a pleasure to finally meet you." Serenity quirked an eyebrow.
"Excuse me? What do you people want with me?"
"To heal someone, of course."
"May I ask who? I don't just go around healing strangers that could be potential psychos, lady..." She giggled impishly and waved away the childish remark.
"It's not your choice this time. But if you must know his name..."
Spike dug his hands in his pockets and limped down the barren halls of the Bebop. The ship seemed so much colder than usual. He paused before Faye's room, remembering how she would always sleep in until the wee hours of the evening. The pain returned and Spike dreaded taking off his shirt to succumb to the damage that had been done. But Blair was dead and he supposed that that was all that mattered. He shrugged off the fact that he wasn't the one killed the infamous Preacherman, for her knew that it would be harder for Faye to accept. He entered his room, not even bothering to turn on the light. However, he was quite surprised when his battered body hit the cold, wet skin of another. He felt around in his pocket for his lighter and let it linger over the still form that had occupied his bed. The flame slid over the shapely legs, followed by the curvacious body of a woman, and then finally to the head of damp, violet hair. Faye! His breath caught in his throat as she turned to face him, hurt clear on her features.
"You came back..." Faye smiled gently and fell on his chest.
"I always come back, remember?"
"But why? I made you kill the man you love..." Faye tightened her grip on his shirt, aware of every move, every breath, every cut that lay within Spike.
"You're so thickheaded....so thickheaded...."
Serenity pounded her small fists on the pexiglass windows. No....she couldn't...wouldn't believe the demand that had just been conceived. Her screams proved to be effortless for they were far from any city now. The mysterious woman pulled at the little girl and tried her best to shut her up. Serenity refused to go with them without a fight.
"NO!!! You can't make me bring him back!! I WON'T!"
"You have no choice, Serenity!"
"Why do you want to bring back that monster!! Why VICIOUS!!??"
People are naturally cruel. That's how they were brought up to be. Nobody teaches you to be nice and help others out. The world would swallow you up if you were sweet, noble, kind, gifted...or they would steal it from you just in spite of you. They would crush you just to see your soul seep from your body. They would push you off a cliff just to see your dreams and wishes fly away as you descend towards Earth. They would blow up the sky just so God couldn't hear you wish upon a star for the love of your life. These people would conceive a hit and run, act as nothing happened and go about the monotone life that had grown so accustomed to before your bright smile wrecked the havoc they had planned to throw on society. And who are these people you ask? Look in the mirror. These people are you and me.
A Life Full Of Saturdays - Dream On
Faye backed up slowly towards her only exit besides the balcony, which Blair had so efficiently blocked. She could feel the cool brass doorknob against her sweaty palm. How could something like this happen? It was only this morning that Blair had wooed her and whispered sweet nothings into her awaiting ear. She had longed to hear someone want her the way he had, and now he carried an evil glint in his eye and a grim smile to accompany it. Faye winced as Blair threw the katana that once belonged to the horrid Vicious at lightning speed and graced Faye's pale cheek as it struck the door. She didn't know if it was a warning or just chance that the katana missed her by a hair. Blood began to trickle down her once flawless cheek. It wasn't until she saw Blair's muscular form running towards her, did her instincts kick in. Faye tackled her former beau before he could lay a hand on her and tumbled towards the glass door that stood between her and safety for the time being.
Everytime that I look in the mirror All these lines on my face gettin clearer The past is gone It went by like dusk to dawn Isn't that the way Everybody's got their dues in life to pay
Spike stared in the mirror and rubbed at his chin. He seemed so much older now even though a single wrinkle couldn't be seen. He hadn't eaten or slept since Faye left which was quite odd, considering the fact he got the best sleep when the shrew was gone. No nagging, no pestering, no whining. It was like a dream come true that Romani had left. So why did his stomach turn cartwheels when she said she was leaving because of him? He sighed and leaned on the tiled wall to weigh out his choices. In one hand, he had his love for Julia. But Julia was dead now and had even used a seven year old girl to convey the message 'move on'. Spike got that much clear. In the other hand, Faye. The same tomboy who had practically begged him to stay when he left to fight Vicious. The same woman who had somehow grown on him in her time on the Bebop. The same Faye who had basically shown every emotion to him yesterday without actually yelling out that she cared for him. Now he felt the guilt...
I know what nobody knows Where it somes and where it goes I know everybody sins You gotta lose to know how to win
Serenity stared blankly at the bounty hunter gazing at his open palms in the bathroom. She shuddered to even think of why he was staring at them the way he was. She cleared her throat to catch Spike's attention and leaned upon the doorframe for support. Julia had long since left her side when she confessed to Spike. In a way, the child missed the blonde woman's presence. She had grown accustomed to the forlorn features that had shown her the path to Spike, Faye, and the Bebop. She hated to do what she had to do next...
"Hey cowboy..." Spike turned to meet the innocent eyes of Serenity peering back at him. He blushed slightly and then straightened his posture, noting the bag she was carrying of the items she had been given by the crew.
"Leaving so soon?" Serenity shrugged her small shoulders.
"Depends."
"On?"
"Either way, I have to go. But you should really consider going after Faye."
"I'm not worried about it. Faye knows how to handle herself. Besides, only one man knew the exact location of Blair's switch and I took it upon myself to rid this universe of him."
"Vicious?"
"Bingo." Serenity bit her bottom lip and twirled a piece of tangerine hair around her nimble finger.
"Ummm....not exactly." Spike's dark eyes were now dead serious as the child smiled nervously. Serenity gave a tiny yelp as Spike flew past her, grabbing his Jericho and an extra round of bullets.
Faye climbed desperately up to the roof. There was no way she could go below now. The soft slams of a car tossed Faye into the notion that the Syndicate was more involved with Blair's life than he ever let on. She cursed lightly as she maneuvered her thin form over the side of the brick edge, finally noticing just how high she was. Rain pounded against her shoulders and the tiny droplets gave a tight sting when it hit her flesh. Faye scanned the roof for any sign of Blair and was answered with a hard punch to the stomach. Faye shook it off and focused her eyes in the rain on her attacker. Blair advanced once more, this time knocking her to the ground.
Half my life's in book's written pages Live and learn from fools and from sages You know it's true All the things you do, come back to you
Faye snapped her emerald eyes shut and waited for the next blow. Images of her compatriots crowded her once empty memory. She hated it when her memory would choose the worst times to dance around in her head. Everything she had learned had been from the crew of the Bebop. Jet had taught her patience; Spike taught her you don't need it. She mentally kicked herself. Even in the midst of a fight, she was thinking back to that lunkhead! She couldn't deny her feelings, but neither could he. He made that perfectly clear when he spoke Julia's name to her face. The final blow had never come and Faye gasped out loud as Blair's body landed next to her's with an even louder thud. Faye followed Blair's landing to a tall, lanky shadow standing at ease but ready to fight. Faye's eyes widened once more. He had come back. For her.
Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Sing with me, if it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
Blair ran towards the cowboy, katana gleaming in the night. Spike easily dodged it, only to be slit from behind. Blair took advantage of the situation and punched Spike right across the jaw, knocking his Jericho along with it. Spike managed a few more hits before the pain from his wound drew away his energy. Blair charged at him, pinning him to the small building the served as a green house for the tennants. Spike refused to swallow for the blade of Blair's katana was jammed against Spike's throat.
Dream on, Dream on, Dream on Dream until your dreams come true
It was like slow motion for Faye. The Jericho sliding across the cement and stopping beside her, as if God was giving her a cruel choice to make. Faye wrapped her cold fingers around the trigger and aimed at the two men. The choice had to be made. Kill the man she loved or kill the other. The question was : which one did she love?
Dream on
'A life full of Saturdays..'
'...my brightest moment was when YOU WEREN'T AROUND!!'
'Always keep your own marked hand. They might come in handy.' Faye stood on her knees and took better aim. Both men struggled and Faye had to squint to keep them in full sight range.
Dream on
'I just wanted to make sure you're...you know...okay.'
'It's the future that's important.'
'You hear me but you don't listen to me.' Dream On
'I came here with you and i'm leaving with you.'
'Your home is with him.'
'..bring him back....please?'
'I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't love you.' A single shot rang through the cold air as the life from a body seeped out into the world. The corpse landed with a single thud and ceased to move. Faye stood there, quivering from the shot. She couldn't believe it, she had shot him...
Spike grimaced as he heard the bullet and was finally able to swallow the lump forming in his throat as Blair's body sank to the ground. His mismatched orbs floated to the obviously stunned Faye. He made no movement towards her. How could he? She had just acted out the most tragic story ever penned on paper. She had shot the man who loved her, for the man she loved but could not love in return. Spike watched a single tear descend down her face as she lowered her weapon. As if hypnotized, Faye dropped the Jericho and backed up towards the edge of the building before running away from her cowboy.
What had she done? The one man who could have ever possibly loved her and she just killed him in cold blood! Her heart beat furiously as she ran back to the Redtail. She didn't deserve a heart. Why couldn't she just rip it out, send it to Spike, and never return to the Bebop. She leaned against the control panel, trying to restrain the sadness that dripped from her form. Her head ached from the repeating phrase 'That wasn't Blair....That wasn't Blair....'
Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear Sing with me, if it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away.
The rain had stopped hours ago as a large redheaded man stepped out onto the roof, breathing in the much anticipated battle between old foes. He quietly stepped over to the slain Blair and reached for the bloodied katana. He smirked as he wiped off the remaining blood and placed it back in its sheath. He knelt down beside the former Red Dragon.
"Blair Blair Blair.....you should've known better than to take something that doesn't belong to you. What would you have done if Vicious were here? Sadly, you won't be able to find out, now."
Serenity popped another candy into her petite mouth as she skipped merrily across the Martian street. It was definetly time for a change even though she didn't mind the company of Edward or even Jet for that matter. It was the lanky cowboy that had gotten to her. Why couldn't he take a hint? The sour candy melted upon her tastebuds as she worked down another. Besides, she didn't HAVE to help him. He could at least be grateful. Serenity paused beside a worn looking dog and handed the mutt the remainder of her candy. The dog wagged its tail lazily and snatched the sweet goodness from her palm. Serenity smiled. She was so easily comforted by the simple pleasures of helping living things. Her silver irises shut instinctively as a large hand covered her mouth while the other picked her up and dragged her away. She was thrown roughly into the backseat of a car and thoughts of perverse natures was the first thing her mind busted out. Instead, a very lady like woman sat across from her, a smile etched upon her artificial lips.
"Serenity...It is indeed a pleasure to finally meet you." Serenity quirked an eyebrow.
"Excuse me? What do you people want with me?"
"To heal someone, of course."
"May I ask who? I don't just go around healing strangers that could be potential psychos, lady..." She giggled impishly and waved away the childish remark.
"It's not your choice this time. But if you must know his name..."
Spike dug his hands in his pockets and limped down the barren halls of the Bebop. The ship seemed so much colder than usual. He paused before Faye's room, remembering how she would always sleep in until the wee hours of the evening. The pain returned and Spike dreaded taking off his shirt to succumb to the damage that had been done. But Blair was dead and he supposed that that was all that mattered. He shrugged off the fact that he wasn't the one killed the infamous Preacherman, for her knew that it would be harder for Faye to accept. He entered his room, not even bothering to turn on the light. However, he was quite surprised when his battered body hit the cold, wet skin of another. He felt around in his pocket for his lighter and let it linger over the still form that had occupied his bed. The flame slid over the shapely legs, followed by the curvacious body of a woman, and then finally to the head of damp, violet hair. Faye! His breath caught in his throat as she turned to face him, hurt clear on her features.
"You came back..." Faye smiled gently and fell on his chest.
"I always come back, remember?"
"But why? I made you kill the man you love..." Faye tightened her grip on his shirt, aware of every move, every breath, every cut that lay within Spike.
"You're so thickheaded....so thickheaded...."
Serenity pounded her small fists on the pexiglass windows. No....she couldn't...wouldn't believe the demand that had just been conceived. Her screams proved to be effortless for they were far from any city now. The mysterious woman pulled at the little girl and tried her best to shut her up. Serenity refused to go with them without a fight.
"NO!!! You can't make me bring him back!! I WON'T!"
"You have no choice, Serenity!"
"Why do you want to bring back that monster!! Why VICIOUS!!??"
People are naturally cruel. That's how they were brought up to be. Nobody teaches you to be nice and help others out. The world would swallow you up if you were sweet, noble, kind, gifted...or they would steal it from you just in spite of you. They would crush you just to see your soul seep from your body. They would push you off a cliff just to see your dreams and wishes fly away as you descend towards Earth. They would blow up the sky just so God couldn't hear you wish upon a star for the love of your life. These people would conceive a hit and run, act as nothing happened and go about the monotone life that had grown so accustomed to before your bright smile wrecked the havoc they had planned to throw on society. And who are these people you ask? Look in the mirror. These people are you and me.