+See You L8er Space Cowboy+
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+See You L8er Space Cowboy+
Session 6:
Memory
"I don't love her; I'm just a figment of her imagination. Of everyone's imagination. I am dead. . .truly dead."
+Spike's POV+
Too many things have been going on lately. Too many fucked up things. The office is cleared. I am all alone in this 100-floor building, with not even the maintenance workers to keep me company. I ordered everyone out, because soon, I know they'll get here. The Bebop's coming today; they know I'm here. But, they must realize that I'm someone different. I am just a memory, a figment of their imagination. Yes, physically I'm not dead, but my spirit died along with Vicious and Julia that fateful day. Fuck! I kick a chair across the room, remembering the mistake I had made just a couple of days earlier.
-* Venus, 4 days earlier *-
I came to Venus to finish Jackal off. No one in the Syndicate wanted to get their hands dirty, and I don't blame them. But then again . . .life's always filled with shit. You've got to get rid of it once in awhile. I walk slowly and coolly to the prison, hoping that no one would notice me.
I'm very popular in the planet of Venus, but only a handful of them know where I am 99% of the time. I was popular when I was first in the Syndicate, for being the best of the best, the favorite of Mao. But then, I faked my death to escape it. I'm famous for killing Vicious, and faking my own death afterwards to fulfill Mao's destiny. It sort of reminds you of Moses in that 'Bible' book. I've never read it. I've never prayed. I was just a lost soul, who's still lost today . . .
The guard in the police station looks at me and nods in acknowledgment. He's also a Syndicate member, to tell you the truth. He knows I'm here to finish Jackal, and shows me the door to the cell. I walk, slowly but silently. I don't want him to make such a fuss before he dies. I walk up to find him kneeling in front of the window, looking up. I aim the gun to the back of his head. It'll be a very beautiful sight I might add.
"Spike, we can talk about this." I put my gun down, and with an annoyed expression, I ask him to continue.
"Who's that chic?" I stopped where I was; a blank expression hit my face.
"What chic?" He chuckles. "The one I tried to rape at your funeral. The one that got me into this hell hole in the first place. . . the chic of my fantasies, Spike. Who is she to you? A sister? A hooker who just loves ya to death, if you know what I mean. Or is she a replacement for Julia?"
That was it. I aimed the gun right at the exact spot. For some reason, I felt. . .angry, upset with his comment. I wouldn't give a damn about Faye, but why now? I hear him chuckling, and he turns around smiling at me.
"You son of a bitch. She's
in love with you, isn't she? You motherfuckin' ladies man. . .first it was
Luci, then Julia, and now this unknown chic. You devote your life, your soul to
one. But in the end . . . the one who you should have devoted yourself to was
right next to you that whole time. Stupid motherfucker. Totally clueless, yet,
has women falling to his feet. Go ahead, kill me Spike. I have nothing to live
for. I just wished I had what you had: a bunch of women begging me to-"
I pulled the trigger. I was tired of his rambling. I was tired of whatever he tried to pull. I was tired of the truth. I quickly walked away. The stupid ass was wrong. No, I'm not in love with Faye, and it's not the other way around either. I was in love with Julia. I kept repeating it in my head for it was the truth. And deep down my heart, I hoped it was.
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Whenever it rained in Venus, it was a sight for sore eyes. People remember everything of their pasts, and miracles are known to happen through the rain. Yes…the rain. In Venus, the planet of sin and immoral bastards, the rain is a sign of purity, something that most of us left astray a long time ago. I remember that day perfectly well. I remember Julia. . . the one vixen that had stolen my heart, my friendship, and ultimately, my life.
I walk out into the rain, remembering the past that I could never let down. It'll never leave me alone. . . it'll never. . .
"Spike"
I heard something from the corner of my eye. I turned my head to see the one person that had been plaguing my mind. I see Miss Faye Valentine, and my heart stops. And then . . .
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I got myself in this stupid situation. I kick my chair again, and this time, I look out to the setting sun. I know they'll be here today. They aren't stupid, and neither am I. I'm not a coward; I'm not going to run. I am not going to run any longer. I am going to face my past, even if it kills me.
The door opens slightly, and a little light shines into the room. I know it's Luci, probably trying to play the hero's object of undying affection. By now, the sun has already set, and the building is completely dark. I can see nothing of Luci, but I can feel her slim arms wrap around my waist, and her head leaning on my back. I roll my eyes in aggravation. But unfortunately, there's no use trying to pry free.
"Spike," she begins. I close my eyes as I can feel her trying to hold back tears.
"Spike, is this what you really want? Once you leave, it's over. You give up the life you were destined to receive. You give up everything my father has worked hard to create. You give up the life you've wished for all your life. Spike-"
She goes in front of me and hugs me tightly. I reluctantly return the hug to her.
"Spike,
you'll loose me. I love you, Spike Spiegel. I love you more than anything in
this entire world. You're everything to me, Spike. You're-"
"I don't deserve you." She looked up at me, with tears streaming down her face.
"Luci, it's no use loving a person you can't have. I don't deserve you Luci. I don't. You're too good for me. . . you're Mao's daughter. The Spike Spiegel you loved didn't die during the battle with Vicious, he died when he first left this place. Move on, Luci. You're loving someone who doesn't exist any longer."
I no longer feel her arms wrapped around me. All I feel is the coldness and pain of her heart. Her tear stained eyes look at me, hoping that I was joking; I wasn't. It's the truth: I died when I left this place. The person she now sees is the person that belongs to Miss Faye Valentine.
"You liar! No! Please, Spike! Don't leave me!" Her cries are heard all over the building. I close my eyes, feeling sorry for her; she's feeling the pain that I felt for Julia. I had created a wound in her heart, but then, her cries suddenly cease.
"Spike Spiegel, you're my world. You are everything to me. You are the one person that keeps me going. Please . . . spend one last night with me. Plant one kiss, just one, on these forbidden lips of mine. Please Spike I need you. I'm going to die without you . . . Spike."
"Move on Luci," I reply. "Go home; it's a tough night for you."
Slowly, but sadly, she heads out the door. She quietly closes the door, but I can hear her whisper a faint 'I love you' on her way out. I sigh. She finally realizes the hard truth. I don't love her; I'm just a figment of her imagination. Of everyone's imagination. I am dead. . .truly dead.
-See You Space Cowboy
+A.N+
Hello FF.Net readers. I'm sorry I took so long. So, how'd I do? Pretty sad, isn't it? Poor Luci. . . wonder what would happen to her in the future. What about Spike? Will this continue on and on? What's going to happen? Ai! The possibilities are endless!! Aww well, please R/R. Session 7 is on the way.