After The Real Folk Blues
Prologue
The blank eyes of Spike Spiegel slowly slipped from the clear blue sky to the blood stained, tile, floor. As he lay there, blood pouring from the wide wound in his stomach he realized that for the first time he was truly happy. He would finally be re-united with Julia, while not in life, but in death. After he had spent so much time searching for her, they would finally be together, forever. Unfortunately for him there was only one thing stopping him. The persistence of his fellow bounty hunters, Faye and Jet. He re-awoke to a series of painful, electric, shocks that ran throughout his body. They tore him curelly away from his everlasting love with Julia. His eyes slowly opened to see the faces of Faye and Jet, Faye in tears weeping over him hoping to god he was still alive, and Jet more serious than ever trying to hold back his frustration that his friend had left him alone with her. Julia seemed so close yet unreachable as he lay there in incredible pain staring into the eyes of his friends. He tried to tell them that they should just let him go, that he was happier here than he had ever been on earth, that he was tired of the dream but all that could escape his lips was a barely audible groan. Faye however heard it and while not realizing what he was trying to say, now knew one thing, Spike Spiegel was alive.
Spike stood at the base of the pitch black cathedral. They where all around him. In the shadows, above him, on the stairs, there was no escape. He wanted to just let them shoot him. Everything would be over and he would finally be at peace. But he was forced to fight back. He raised his right hand that held the tommy gun, and held the boquet tight in his left. The entire thing seemed to be played in front of his eyes in slow motion. The gun spat out round after round, of burning hot bullets, each bullet hitting its mark. Bam, a stray bullet had hit him in his upper shoulder.His finger squeezed on the trigger. He had lost all feeling to his finger, but he held the trigger anyway. All he could see was darkness but he fired anyway. The empty chamber clicked repeatedly but he held his finger down anyway. All at once he realized what he was doing and released the triger, letting the gun drop with a loud crash to the floor . The rain pounded on the majestic stained glass windows, of the huge cathedral, flower petals began floating softly down from the ceiling. A song that he remembered from when he was much younger began playing in the background. He could barely recall the name, Green Bird. He was sure Julia had taught it to him years before. He picked up the bouqet and stepped silently out of the church The rain fell on his head drenching him with water as he stood there looking ahead. Julia was spread out on the floor, holding the same boquet that he had meant to give her many years before, in her hands, her long golden hair splattered with a dark red liquid. "Julia!" He tried to cry out to her, but his throat wouldnt seem to work. He ran to her, kneeling down beside her body, and softly placed his head upon her chest. His tears ran down the side his cheek flooding into a pool on her red velvet dress. Julia opened her eyes and stared blankly at him. A high pitched ghostly voice seemed to appear inside his mind. "You killed me." "What? No. It wasn't my fault. I-" And than a blinding flash of light.
Prologue
The blank eyes of Spike Spiegel slowly slipped from the clear blue sky to the blood stained, tile, floor. As he lay there, blood pouring from the wide wound in his stomach he realized that for the first time he was truly happy. He would finally be re-united with Julia, while not in life, but in death. After he had spent so much time searching for her, they would finally be together, forever. Unfortunately for him there was only one thing stopping him. The persistence of his fellow bounty hunters, Faye and Jet. He re-awoke to a series of painful, electric, shocks that ran throughout his body. They tore him curelly away from his everlasting love with Julia. His eyes slowly opened to see the faces of Faye and Jet, Faye in tears weeping over him hoping to god he was still alive, and Jet more serious than ever trying to hold back his frustration that his friend had left him alone with her. Julia seemed so close yet unreachable as he lay there in incredible pain staring into the eyes of his friends. He tried to tell them that they should just let him go, that he was happier here than he had ever been on earth, that he was tired of the dream but all that could escape his lips was a barely audible groan. Faye however heard it and while not realizing what he was trying to say, now knew one thing, Spike Spiegel was alive.
Spike stood at the base of the pitch black cathedral. They where all around him. In the shadows, above him, on the stairs, there was no escape. He wanted to just let them shoot him. Everything would be over and he would finally be at peace. But he was forced to fight back. He raised his right hand that held the tommy gun, and held the boquet tight in his left. The entire thing seemed to be played in front of his eyes in slow motion. The gun spat out round after round, of burning hot bullets, each bullet hitting its mark. Bam, a stray bullet had hit him in his upper shoulder.His finger squeezed on the trigger. He had lost all feeling to his finger, but he held the trigger anyway. All he could see was darkness but he fired anyway. The empty chamber clicked repeatedly but he held his finger down anyway. All at once he realized what he was doing and released the triger, letting the gun drop with a loud crash to the floor . The rain pounded on the majestic stained glass windows, of the huge cathedral, flower petals began floating softly down from the ceiling. A song that he remembered from when he was much younger began playing in the background. He could barely recall the name, Green Bird. He was sure Julia had taught it to him years before. He picked up the bouqet and stepped silently out of the church The rain fell on his head drenching him with water as he stood there looking ahead. Julia was spread out on the floor, holding the same boquet that he had meant to give her many years before, in her hands, her long golden hair splattered with a dark red liquid. "Julia!" He tried to cry out to her, but his throat wouldnt seem to work. He ran to her, kneeling down beside her body, and softly placed his head upon her chest. His tears ran down the side his cheek flooding into a pool on her red velvet dress. Julia opened her eyes and stared blankly at him. A high pitched ghostly voice seemed to appear inside his mind. "You killed me." "What? No. It wasn't my fault. I-" And than a blinding flash of light.