I want to apologize, I made mistakes in the last chapter (you know, the typos)...
Here we are, at the much anticipated chapter two... Let's see what happens shall we?
But first a word from our (or rather, my) disclaimer: Don't own the Cowboy Bebop show. Nope, I own none of the plot or anything.
Gee, that was a better attempt than last time, no?
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(Memories)
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Title: Fallen Petal of the Rose
Chapter 2: Meeting in the Back
~~~Recap~~~
(Last time...)
"Ok, don't move, I'll be there in a few minutes," he closed the link.
She prayed he hurried.
"Hello, Faye, long time no see," Faye turned around only to find herself staring into the eyes of the man who made her life a living hell not too long ago.
"Drake," she whimpered.
~~~Now~~~
"I didn't believe it, Faye, when I first saw you," Drake explained as he slowly approached. "But when I got a report from one of my men that they were held up for information by a feisty young woman, well, who else could it be?"
"S-stay back!" Faye futilely ordered to the advancing man. "I will shoot you if you come any closer!"
She held up her gun.
"Faye, my dear little Faye, you couldn't shoot me then, what makes you think you will be able to now?" he grinned.
"I said stay back!" she yelled as she shakily cocked the gun.
He laughed. "Come now, Faye, let's be honest, you and I both know that you won't be able to shoot me!"
Faye got angry, nobody should be able to predict her, she was not that simple, she shot the gun at the wall next to him, "God Damn it! I said stay the hell back!"
"My, my, my, developed some courage, have we Faye?" he smiled, "Well, it's too late now. Boys?"
Out of now where, Faye realized that she was surrounded. 'Shit.'
Before she knew it, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her and a gun was put to her head. "Now, you'll come quietly, wont you Faye, no need to cause a seen, because, as you know, I can shoot you. Even if you can't shoot me."
"God damn you," she whispered under her breath.
"What was that dear? I couldn't quite hear you." Drake growled.
"I said, GOD DAMN YOU!" she screamed. Now she had one man restraining each arm as she struggled to lung at him.
Drake walked up to Faye and slapped her hard in the face," You would do well to learn to respect me, sweetheart, you know what happens when people cross me."
"Spike," Faye called out lightly at the site of his face.
"What the hell?" He yelled, "Let her go!"
"Oh, and whose this Faye?" Drake laughed, "A little friend of yours? Found a new man to leach off of already? And how soon did you meet him after me, Faye? A week? A month?" He kicked her, "Fucking slut."
"I said let her go!" Spike yelled again.
"And what are you going to do if I don't?" Drake asked.
"Keep 'err held back like that and we'll see," Spike smirked as he cocked his gun, which was a considerable bit bigger than the one Faye carried.
"Well, this has been fun," Drake smiled, "But you see, I really must be going, and it seems that your little whore will be joining me."
"We'll see about that," Spike said as he pointed his gun at Drake.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned, "For if you will take a look at Faye you will see that she isn't exactly in the most comfortable of positions," he motioned to the gun being held to her head.
'God, Faye, what have you gotten yourself into?' Spike thought to himself. "Why the hell do you want her anyway?"
"Well, she went through the trouble of finding me, seeing her was the least I could do," he explained. "But really, it's all quite deeper than that, you see, me and little Faye here are old friends."
"Oh yeah, I can see the friendly vibes," Spike replied sarcastically.
Throughout the ordeal Faye didn't know what to do with herself, she struggled but when the gun was reintroduced to her head she froze, knowing that there was no way she was getting out of this situation, now anyways.
"Spike, get out of here, I'll be fine," Faye assured him.
"I can't just leave you here," Spike yelled back.
"Well at the moment, you don't have much of a choice," she matter-o-factly told him.
"I can't just stand back and let you get killed," he told her.
"Who said anything about getting killed?" she asked, "I will be ok."
"Truly, this is touching, that "Spike" character really seems to care for his whore," Drake announced, "Isn't it touching, boys? Oh Faye, were ever did you find such a caring soul?"
"Shut the hell up!" Spike demanded.
"Well, "Spike" you have may have one of two choices, 1, you can walk away and leave us be, or 2, you can join Faye an inch from death," Drake informed him.
It was then Spike realized he was surrounded. 'Fuck.'
"Spike, just get the hell out of here!" Faye yelled. "You won't be much good to anyone if you get locked up."
"God, Faye," he said under his breath, "Fine, I'm leaving."
"Good boy," Drake smiled. "I knew you'd make the right choice."
'God, Faye, what did you get yourself into?' Spike thought as he began to plot a way to get her out of there.
Spike made his way into the ship port so he could contact Jet and fill him in on the situation.
"Jet, we have a bit of a situation here." Spike said into his intercom.
"Yeah, what is it?" Jet asked.
"Drake has Faye."
"What? What do you mean 'He has Faye'?" he asked.
"I mean Faye told me she tracked him down, and when I got there he was holding her at gun point," he explained.
"So what happened? I know that something like that doesn't usually hinder the mission too much," Jet said.
"Yeah well, I made the mistake of letting myself get surrounded." He explained.
"I see, so what should we do?" Jet asked.
Spike thought a second. "We have a bounty to catch," Spike answered simply. "I want you to find out all you can on the guy, we're going to catch him. As for me? I'm going to just keep an eye on them for a while."
"Got cha," Jet replied.
"Well, well Faye, it looks like it's just you and me again," Drake smiled sinisterly.
"Oh yeah, you, all your thugs and me, all together again," Faye spat, "Sorry if I don't seem more enthused."
"Honestly, Faye, the man has no back bone, he didn't even try to stand up to me," Drake reasoned.
"Phah," Faye laughed, "He has more back bone in his pinky than you do in your entire body, and you don't see him walking around with an entourage of guys willing to die for him, do you?"
"Well, that's the last we will be seeing of him none the less," Drake said, brushing Faye's comment away, "Besides; you don't think he actually cares about you? Do you?"
"Of course not," Faye spat, "Why should he? He's never claimed to."
"Then why was he so keen on getting you back?" he asked.
"Wait a minute," Faye demanded, "You don't think he cares about me, yet when I agree with you, you contradict my statement and ultimately contradict yourself. And anyways, if I told you it would ruin the surprise."
"My, you've developed a bit of a mouth, haven't you?" Drake sneered. "But don't you worry, we'll fix that soon."
"Ok, boys," he announced, "Take Miss Valentine up to my room, and don't worry, I'll be there to check on you soon."
"Oh and Faye, remember, if you cause a scene in front of the nice people, you will get shot," he warned.
Faye did what she could to regain her composure, they let her go, but she knew, any attempt to run for it and it would be good bye Miss Valentine. So, she walked through the casino, unaware that Spike was keeping an eye on her from the shadows. She held her head up high as they all headed for the elevator, she probably looked like some prestigious rich lady surrounded by her 'protection'.
Once in the elevator, the act dropped, and her arms were ceased.
"Good job, Miss Faye," one nameless man said, "You keep this up and you may survive a week."
"You must be new," she spat, "I have survived longer than a week with Mr. Sekart before, and you would be surprised at how good I am at getting by."
"Well, 'sweetie', I can't imagine the boss being too lenient on you this time, he doesn't have as much patients as he used to," a man who seemed vaguely familiar supplied.
"Thanks for the warning," she smiled fakely.
Finally, the entered the hotel suite, it was a lovely spacious room, he probably got it compt for being such a high roller, not that he ever ran short on cash, all he had to do was con someone, it was one of his many 'gifts'. Faye grunted, as they shoved her into the bed room and did what sounded like locking the door. It was then she realized she still had her com link. She stared at it, it wasn't a hard decision to make, she could use it, tell them where she was, they would find some way to get her out of here. But then another thought came to her mind as she stared at it; she was becoming far too dependant on them, there would be a time when she wouldn't be with them anymore and she couldn't just depend on them forever. She decided then and there, she was going this alone.
She waited in the room for a while, wondering around it, nothing really to do. She sat and thought for a while, fear started to fill her.
***
"Sit down, bitch," the raging mad, drunken voice of Dane rang out. "I'm not fucking done with you yet!"
"God, Dane," Faye screamed, "Get a hold of yourself!"
The drunken Dane smacked Faye across the face to silence her, then he kicked her chair for affect.
"Fucking slut," he shouted, "Fucking worthless slut! All you do is take and leach off me, I swear to God, bitch!"
He smacked her again, tears welled in her eyes, she was covered in bruises from their past 'arguments'. She never knew why she stayed, when ever he got a bit too much to drink he always turned into a monster, but then when he was sober, he wasn't so bad, he was just ruff around the edges, he wasn't a bad man. Dane Truman was not a bad man.
***
'Too bad he didn't exist,' she thought bitterly.
Well, I think this is a good place to end, don't you?
I just want to warn you that I may not be able to update so regularly from now on, I am talking an update once a week, maybe a bit longer, I will try to keep up with it, don't worry though, the fic is still new and fresh!!! I shall keep with it! It'll just take longer.
'Till next time.
(Review please!)
Here we are, at the much anticipated chapter two... Let's see what happens shall we?
But first a word from our (or rather, my) disclaimer: Don't own the Cowboy Bebop show. Nope, I own none of the plot or anything.
Gee, that was a better attempt than last time, no?
***
(Memories)
***
Title: Fallen Petal of the Rose
Chapter 2: Meeting in the Back
~~~Recap~~~
(Last time...)
"Ok, don't move, I'll be there in a few minutes," he closed the link.
She prayed he hurried.
"Hello, Faye, long time no see," Faye turned around only to find herself staring into the eyes of the man who made her life a living hell not too long ago.
"Drake," she whimpered.
~~~Now~~~
"I didn't believe it, Faye, when I first saw you," Drake explained as he slowly approached. "But when I got a report from one of my men that they were held up for information by a feisty young woman, well, who else could it be?"
"S-stay back!" Faye futilely ordered to the advancing man. "I will shoot you if you come any closer!"
She held up her gun.
"Faye, my dear little Faye, you couldn't shoot me then, what makes you think you will be able to now?" he grinned.
"I said stay back!" she yelled as she shakily cocked the gun.
He laughed. "Come now, Faye, let's be honest, you and I both know that you won't be able to shoot me!"
Faye got angry, nobody should be able to predict her, she was not that simple, she shot the gun at the wall next to him, "God Damn it! I said stay the hell back!"
"My, my, my, developed some courage, have we Faye?" he smiled, "Well, it's too late now. Boys?"
Out of now where, Faye realized that she was surrounded. 'Shit.'
Before she knew it, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her and a gun was put to her head. "Now, you'll come quietly, wont you Faye, no need to cause a seen, because, as you know, I can shoot you. Even if you can't shoot me."
"God damn you," she whispered under her breath.
"What was that dear? I couldn't quite hear you." Drake growled.
"I said, GOD DAMN YOU!" she screamed. Now she had one man restraining each arm as she struggled to lung at him.
Drake walked up to Faye and slapped her hard in the face," You would do well to learn to respect me, sweetheart, you know what happens when people cross me."
"Spike," Faye called out lightly at the site of his face.
"What the hell?" He yelled, "Let her go!"
"Oh, and whose this Faye?" Drake laughed, "A little friend of yours? Found a new man to leach off of already? And how soon did you meet him after me, Faye? A week? A month?" He kicked her, "Fucking slut."
"I said let her go!" Spike yelled again.
"And what are you going to do if I don't?" Drake asked.
"Keep 'err held back like that and we'll see," Spike smirked as he cocked his gun, which was a considerable bit bigger than the one Faye carried.
"Well, this has been fun," Drake smiled, "But you see, I really must be going, and it seems that your little whore will be joining me."
"We'll see about that," Spike said as he pointed his gun at Drake.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned, "For if you will take a look at Faye you will see that she isn't exactly in the most comfortable of positions," he motioned to the gun being held to her head.
'God, Faye, what have you gotten yourself into?' Spike thought to himself. "Why the hell do you want her anyway?"
"Well, she went through the trouble of finding me, seeing her was the least I could do," he explained. "But really, it's all quite deeper than that, you see, me and little Faye here are old friends."
"Oh yeah, I can see the friendly vibes," Spike replied sarcastically.
Throughout the ordeal Faye didn't know what to do with herself, she struggled but when the gun was reintroduced to her head she froze, knowing that there was no way she was getting out of this situation, now anyways.
"Spike, get out of here, I'll be fine," Faye assured him.
"I can't just leave you here," Spike yelled back.
"Well at the moment, you don't have much of a choice," she matter-o-factly told him.
"I can't just stand back and let you get killed," he told her.
"Who said anything about getting killed?" she asked, "I will be ok."
"Truly, this is touching, that "Spike" character really seems to care for his whore," Drake announced, "Isn't it touching, boys? Oh Faye, were ever did you find such a caring soul?"
"Shut the hell up!" Spike demanded.
"Well, "Spike" you have may have one of two choices, 1, you can walk away and leave us be, or 2, you can join Faye an inch from death," Drake informed him.
It was then Spike realized he was surrounded. 'Fuck.'
"Spike, just get the hell out of here!" Faye yelled. "You won't be much good to anyone if you get locked up."
"God, Faye," he said under his breath, "Fine, I'm leaving."
"Good boy," Drake smiled. "I knew you'd make the right choice."
'God, Faye, what did you get yourself into?' Spike thought as he began to plot a way to get her out of there.
Spike made his way into the ship port so he could contact Jet and fill him in on the situation.
"Jet, we have a bit of a situation here." Spike said into his intercom.
"Yeah, what is it?" Jet asked.
"Drake has Faye."
"What? What do you mean 'He has Faye'?" he asked.
"I mean Faye told me she tracked him down, and when I got there he was holding her at gun point," he explained.
"So what happened? I know that something like that doesn't usually hinder the mission too much," Jet said.
"Yeah well, I made the mistake of letting myself get surrounded." He explained.
"I see, so what should we do?" Jet asked.
Spike thought a second. "We have a bounty to catch," Spike answered simply. "I want you to find out all you can on the guy, we're going to catch him. As for me? I'm going to just keep an eye on them for a while."
"Got cha," Jet replied.
"Well, well Faye, it looks like it's just you and me again," Drake smiled sinisterly.
"Oh yeah, you, all your thugs and me, all together again," Faye spat, "Sorry if I don't seem more enthused."
"Honestly, Faye, the man has no back bone, he didn't even try to stand up to me," Drake reasoned.
"Phah," Faye laughed, "He has more back bone in his pinky than you do in your entire body, and you don't see him walking around with an entourage of guys willing to die for him, do you?"
"Well, that's the last we will be seeing of him none the less," Drake said, brushing Faye's comment away, "Besides; you don't think he actually cares about you? Do you?"
"Of course not," Faye spat, "Why should he? He's never claimed to."
"Then why was he so keen on getting you back?" he asked.
"Wait a minute," Faye demanded, "You don't think he cares about me, yet when I agree with you, you contradict my statement and ultimately contradict yourself. And anyways, if I told you it would ruin the surprise."
"My, you've developed a bit of a mouth, haven't you?" Drake sneered. "But don't you worry, we'll fix that soon."
"Ok, boys," he announced, "Take Miss Valentine up to my room, and don't worry, I'll be there to check on you soon."
"Oh and Faye, remember, if you cause a scene in front of the nice people, you will get shot," he warned.
Faye did what she could to regain her composure, they let her go, but she knew, any attempt to run for it and it would be good bye Miss Valentine. So, she walked through the casino, unaware that Spike was keeping an eye on her from the shadows. She held her head up high as they all headed for the elevator, she probably looked like some prestigious rich lady surrounded by her 'protection'.
Once in the elevator, the act dropped, and her arms were ceased.
"Good job, Miss Faye," one nameless man said, "You keep this up and you may survive a week."
"You must be new," she spat, "I have survived longer than a week with Mr. Sekart before, and you would be surprised at how good I am at getting by."
"Well, 'sweetie', I can't imagine the boss being too lenient on you this time, he doesn't have as much patients as he used to," a man who seemed vaguely familiar supplied.
"Thanks for the warning," she smiled fakely.
Finally, the entered the hotel suite, it was a lovely spacious room, he probably got it compt for being such a high roller, not that he ever ran short on cash, all he had to do was con someone, it was one of his many 'gifts'. Faye grunted, as they shoved her into the bed room and did what sounded like locking the door. It was then she realized she still had her com link. She stared at it, it wasn't a hard decision to make, she could use it, tell them where she was, they would find some way to get her out of here. But then another thought came to her mind as she stared at it; she was becoming far too dependant on them, there would be a time when she wouldn't be with them anymore and she couldn't just depend on them forever. She decided then and there, she was going this alone.
She waited in the room for a while, wondering around it, nothing really to do. She sat and thought for a while, fear started to fill her.
***
"Sit down, bitch," the raging mad, drunken voice of Dane rang out. "I'm not fucking done with you yet!"
"God, Dane," Faye screamed, "Get a hold of yourself!"
The drunken Dane smacked Faye across the face to silence her, then he kicked her chair for affect.
"Fucking slut," he shouted, "Fucking worthless slut! All you do is take and leach off me, I swear to God, bitch!"
He smacked her again, tears welled in her eyes, she was covered in bruises from their past 'arguments'. She never knew why she stayed, when ever he got a bit too much to drink he always turned into a monster, but then when he was sober, he wasn't so bad, he was just ruff around the edges, he wasn't a bad man. Dane Truman was not a bad man.
***
'Too bad he didn't exist,' she thought bitterly.
Well, I think this is a good place to end, don't you?
I just want to warn you that I may not be able to update so regularly from now on, I am talking an update once a week, maybe a bit longer, I will try to keep up with it, don't worry though, the fic is still new and fresh!!! I shall keep with it! It'll just take longer.
'Till next time.
(Review please!)