Hey everyone! So sorry it has taken me so long to update! I just got carried away with school and cleaning (I live with my dad and brother, being the only female in the house it has become apparent to me that I am the only one here with any initiative to clean, it really sucks how cliché my family is...)
Anyways, I just want to give a big warm THANK YOU to Chances!!! The firstest person to put little old me on a favorite's list! Whoo!*Throws confetti*
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop. It is sad, but it is also true. And I think we should just focus on the 'true' part right now, I have wasted too many a tear of the 'sad' part.
Title: Fallen Petals of the Rose
Chapter 3: The Ugliest Queen
~~~Recap~~~
(Last time...)
***
"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.
~~~Now~~~
Spike sighed from his hiding place; he wondered what Faye could have possibly done to get on his bad side like that. How did she get mixed up with that scum anyway? It was then he realized that he really didn't know much about her at all.
He lit a cigarette and let it rest in his lips. He didn't have a clue what to do, that Sekart guy seemed to have guys everywhere; he would have to be careful. Then it hit him, if he was going to get anywhere, he would need Faye's help, seeing as she knew him before hand, maybe she had some useful information, she seemed pretty confident that she would be ok. He hoped she wasn't bluffing.
'Maybe Faye still has her link,' he thought, ' but then why didn't she use it? Does she even realize she has it?' He sighed. He had to try something, if they found it on her, they found it, but if they didn't, well, it was a risk worth taking.
"Faye," he said as he opened the link. "Answer me."
Faye was startled as her link began to vibrate, it was Spike. 'Well, I guess I have no choice but to answer it,' she thought, though truthfully, she was a little relieved.
"Spike," she answered.
"Finally," he said, "So, what? Did they leave you alone or something?"
"Not quite," she whispered, "I got locked into a room alone, but I am pretty sure they are guarding the door, but other than that, I don't know. I mean, they weren't expecting me so it's kind of short notice for them to have the room bugged."
"Ok, so what can you tell me about Sekart?" he asked. "I mean, I am just assuming that you guys have some sort of history."
"Let me see," Faye sighed, "Hmm, well he's a gifted con-artist, and you already heard about the robberies and rappings, and you have had a taste of his minions, personally, I don't know that much about the guy, Dane Truman's another story, though."
"Who is 'Dane Truman' and what does he have to do with any of this?" Spike asked impatiently.
"Dane Truman is one of the many faces of Sekart," she sighed. "He doesn't exist and he's the reason I don't know much to help here, but know this, I have gotten away from them before, I can do it again."
"Yeah, but can you get the bounty too?" Spike asked smugly. "I have no doubt that you can get away, but you know as well as I do that we need this bounty."
"Yeah, yeah I know we do," Faye sat on the floor and leaned her back against the foot of the bed. "All we have to do is out smart him, but well, it's kind of hard to out smart the man who could be anybody and any given moment."
"Well, what do you suggest I do then?" Spike asked.
"Study his face, now him," Faye ordered, "Really memorize how he looks and sounds, and don't trust anybody to help. Actually, it couldn't hurt to get to know how a con-artist works, I mean, it's like learning his battle strategy."
"Ok, so it's sort of a 'take one to know one' kind of deal," he concluded.
"Yeah, basically," Faye said indifferently. "Oh one more thing, every time you see him he will be acting differently, even if the next time you see him he's with me, he's got one personality for being nice, another for cruel, he's probably got one for poker. But don't let that fool you; he has a one track mind."
"I thought you said you didn't know much about the guy."
"No more than I should," she shrugged. "And at any rate, if you do some digging you may just find a crack in his system."
"I already have Ed and Jet on it," Spike informed her. Then he smirked, "Count on the kidnapper to leave plenty of time for this conversation."
Faye scrunched her face a little, "It's all a little too cliché for me, just to be safe I think I should go, I'll contact you if I find anything and don't you contact me again, there is no telling when he will show up."
"Fine," Spike said as she closed the link.
Faye let out an exasperated sigh after she closed the link. So much for getting out of this one on her own. She hoped that she would be out of there soon, she didn't like being kept captive, but then, who did? She had a feeling that this would be a long night; she prayed that Drake would be too drunk and tired to bother with her when he came up. It had been a long time since she had taken a real beating, she had become too soft to be able to take the blows the way she used to. 'Damn Bebop,' she mentally cursed it for making her feel so weak.
Getting tired of just sitting there and figuring it would be a while before Drake could pull himself from the poker tables, she got up and decided to take a shower. The situation may suck, but she could be clean and comfortable for at least a little while.
Spike looked up only to see the ugliest woman he had ever layed eyes on staring at him.
"Can I help you?" Spike asked, trying not to stare at the 'uniqueness' of her.
"No, but I can help you," the woman answered in an oddly husky voice.
"What?" Spike asked as he found himself getting pulled into a near by closet by the universe's ugliest woman.
"We are after the same thing," the woman said now that they were safely in the closet, though Spike didn't really feel that secure in his current position.
"And what would that be?" Spike asked trying to be cool with the situation. "And why are we in a closet?"
"Sekart," she answered simply, "He has eyes and ears everywhere."
"And how do I know that you aren't one of them," Spike asked, "How do you know I'm not?"
The woman eyed him skeptically, "You really do need my help," she nodded her head up and down.
Spike noticed that as she did, her Adam's apple went up and down too, 'Wait a minute,' he thought, 'Adam's apple? Girls don't- Oh HOLLY SHIT!'
'She' must have noticed his eye's widen, "Oh, so you just realized did you?"
"Ok, who the hell are you?" Spike asked in a harsh whisper.
"Well, as you don't seem to be in the joking mood," 'she' sighed, "I'll give you my real name; it's Beker, James Beker. But everyone around here knows me as 'Becky'. And I can prove to you that I am on your side."
"And just how do you plan on doing that, 'Becky'?" he asked angrily.
"Simple," James shrugged, "I can get that person he's holding for you."
"And how do you know about that?" He asked.
"I have excellent hearing," James smiled, "But don't worry, nobody else was around."
"Well how do you plan on getting her?" Spike asked impatiently.
"Oooh!" James squealed, "So you are saving a girl friend! How heroic! I wish a man would do that for me!"
"First off, I'm not saving her," he spat, "And second, she's not my girl friend, I only need her help for a bounty."
"Fine, fine," he stepped back, "No need to get defensive. I know you don't trust me, but do you have a choice?"
Spike thought about it a minute, he still had yet to hear from Jet and Ed, "As a matter of fact, I do at the moment."
"Oh I see, well, I'll be around when you change your mind," with that James opened the door and stepped out nonchalantly.
Spike followed but lagged behind as 'Becky' walked away. He shuddered, he never wanted to be pulled into a closet by a cross dresser ever again.
He leaned against the wall for a couple minutes, waiting to hear from Jet on anything they managed to dig up on the guy. Then he remembered why he hated relying on people. Reluctantly, he wandered towards the bar that he saw 'Becky' walk into. Maybe he could help...
"Knew you'd come," he said without even looking up.
"Yeah, so, you said something about helping?" he asked.
"Well, I know something about the Sekart Men," James informed him while playing with the red straw in his drink. "You'd be surprised what you'd hear from slobbering drunks who think they are scoring with a really hot chick."
Spike wasn't sure he wanted to hear the back story, but then he thought this guy might just be useful. "Ok, so what can you tell me?"
"Well, first off, Sekart has too many faces for his men to keep track of, along with an array of different appearances," he explained, "He's a man of many different faces."
"Yeah, so how exactly does this help me?" Spike inquired.
"Anybody who happened to know what was going on, along with the men's names, and asked them to do something and they would most likely do it thinking it was Sekart himself."
Spike absorbed this information... It made sense... It made it seem all too easy. But there was the matter of getting Sekart, while that would let him get to Faye, it wouldn't ensure getting Sekart in the least.
"Well, that takes care of one problem, but what about actually catching the guy?" he asked.
"One thing at a time, Cowboy," James laughed.
"And why are you so keen on helping me?"
"You probably realized by now that I am not in this for free, but don't worry, if you catch Sekart with my help all I want is 10%," he explained. "And as for why I am even bothering to help, well, that man has made my life a living hell, he threatened to kill me a few times too."
"May I ask why?"
"You can ask," he said simply, "Doesn't mean I'll tell."
O.O... I have no idea where to drag queen came from... I swear!
Seriously, I hadn't planned on that happening, but you know, I guess I invented a character who will be playing a considerable role in this ficcy... I wonder how it will all work out... I think I should start to plan out the rest of the chapters so I know 100% exactly where it is going... In fact, I probably should have done that from the beginning.
I hope you all liked the bit of comedy, but it will be taking a more serious turn again (you know, this is a "Drama")... I am pretty sure it will be at least...
(Please Review! I like to hear your opinions!!!)
Anyways, I just want to give a big warm THANK YOU to Chances!!! The firstest person to put little old me on a favorite's list! Whoo!*Throws confetti*
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop. It is sad, but it is also true. And I think we should just focus on the 'true' part right now, I have wasted too many a tear of the 'sad' part.
Title: Fallen Petals of the Rose
Chapter 3: The Ugliest Queen
~~~Recap~~~
(Last time...)
***
"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.
~~~Now~~~
Spike sighed from his hiding place; he wondered what Faye could have possibly done to get on his bad side like that. How did she get mixed up with that scum anyway? It was then he realized that he really didn't know much about her at all.
He lit a cigarette and let it rest in his lips. He didn't have a clue what to do, that Sekart guy seemed to have guys everywhere; he would have to be careful. Then it hit him, if he was going to get anywhere, he would need Faye's help, seeing as she knew him before hand, maybe she had some useful information, she seemed pretty confident that she would be ok. He hoped she wasn't bluffing.
'Maybe Faye still has her link,' he thought, ' but then why didn't she use it? Does she even realize she has it?' He sighed. He had to try something, if they found it on her, they found it, but if they didn't, well, it was a risk worth taking.
"Faye," he said as he opened the link. "Answer me."
Faye was startled as her link began to vibrate, it was Spike. 'Well, I guess I have no choice but to answer it,' she thought, though truthfully, she was a little relieved.
"Spike," she answered.
"Finally," he said, "So, what? Did they leave you alone or something?"
"Not quite," she whispered, "I got locked into a room alone, but I am pretty sure they are guarding the door, but other than that, I don't know. I mean, they weren't expecting me so it's kind of short notice for them to have the room bugged."
"Ok, so what can you tell me about Sekart?" he asked. "I mean, I am just assuming that you guys have some sort of history."
"Let me see," Faye sighed, "Hmm, well he's a gifted con-artist, and you already heard about the robberies and rappings, and you have had a taste of his minions, personally, I don't know that much about the guy, Dane Truman's another story, though."
"Who is 'Dane Truman' and what does he have to do with any of this?" Spike asked impatiently.
"Dane Truman is one of the many faces of Sekart," she sighed. "He doesn't exist and he's the reason I don't know much to help here, but know this, I have gotten away from them before, I can do it again."
"Yeah, but can you get the bounty too?" Spike asked smugly. "I have no doubt that you can get away, but you know as well as I do that we need this bounty."
"Yeah, yeah I know we do," Faye sat on the floor and leaned her back against the foot of the bed. "All we have to do is out smart him, but well, it's kind of hard to out smart the man who could be anybody and any given moment."
"Well, what do you suggest I do then?" Spike asked.
"Study his face, now him," Faye ordered, "Really memorize how he looks and sounds, and don't trust anybody to help. Actually, it couldn't hurt to get to know how a con-artist works, I mean, it's like learning his battle strategy."
"Ok, so it's sort of a 'take one to know one' kind of deal," he concluded.
"Yeah, basically," Faye said indifferently. "Oh one more thing, every time you see him he will be acting differently, even if the next time you see him he's with me, he's got one personality for being nice, another for cruel, he's probably got one for poker. But don't let that fool you; he has a one track mind."
"I thought you said you didn't know much about the guy."
"No more than I should," she shrugged. "And at any rate, if you do some digging you may just find a crack in his system."
"I already have Ed and Jet on it," Spike informed her. Then he smirked, "Count on the kidnapper to leave plenty of time for this conversation."
Faye scrunched her face a little, "It's all a little too cliché for me, just to be safe I think I should go, I'll contact you if I find anything and don't you contact me again, there is no telling when he will show up."
"Fine," Spike said as she closed the link.
Faye let out an exasperated sigh after she closed the link. So much for getting out of this one on her own. She hoped that she would be out of there soon, she didn't like being kept captive, but then, who did? She had a feeling that this would be a long night; she prayed that Drake would be too drunk and tired to bother with her when he came up. It had been a long time since she had taken a real beating, she had become too soft to be able to take the blows the way she used to. 'Damn Bebop,' she mentally cursed it for making her feel so weak.
Getting tired of just sitting there and figuring it would be a while before Drake could pull himself from the poker tables, she got up and decided to take a shower. The situation may suck, but she could be clean and comfortable for at least a little while.
Spike looked up only to see the ugliest woman he had ever layed eyes on staring at him.
"Can I help you?" Spike asked, trying not to stare at the 'uniqueness' of her.
"No, but I can help you," the woman answered in an oddly husky voice.
"What?" Spike asked as he found himself getting pulled into a near by closet by the universe's ugliest woman.
"We are after the same thing," the woman said now that they were safely in the closet, though Spike didn't really feel that secure in his current position.
"And what would that be?" Spike asked trying to be cool with the situation. "And why are we in a closet?"
"Sekart," she answered simply, "He has eyes and ears everywhere."
"And how do I know that you aren't one of them," Spike asked, "How do you know I'm not?"
The woman eyed him skeptically, "You really do need my help," she nodded her head up and down.
Spike noticed that as she did, her Adam's apple went up and down too, 'Wait a minute,' he thought, 'Adam's apple? Girls don't- Oh HOLLY SHIT!'
'She' must have noticed his eye's widen, "Oh, so you just realized did you?"
"Ok, who the hell are you?" Spike asked in a harsh whisper.
"Well, as you don't seem to be in the joking mood," 'she' sighed, "I'll give you my real name; it's Beker, James Beker. But everyone around here knows me as 'Becky'. And I can prove to you that I am on your side."
"And just how do you plan on doing that, 'Becky'?" he asked angrily.
"Simple," James shrugged, "I can get that person he's holding for you."
"And how do you know about that?" He asked.
"I have excellent hearing," James smiled, "But don't worry, nobody else was around."
"Well how do you plan on getting her?" Spike asked impatiently.
"Oooh!" James squealed, "So you are saving a girl friend! How heroic! I wish a man would do that for me!"
"First off, I'm not saving her," he spat, "And second, she's not my girl friend, I only need her help for a bounty."
"Fine, fine," he stepped back, "No need to get defensive. I know you don't trust me, but do you have a choice?"
Spike thought about it a minute, he still had yet to hear from Jet and Ed, "As a matter of fact, I do at the moment."
"Oh I see, well, I'll be around when you change your mind," with that James opened the door and stepped out nonchalantly.
Spike followed but lagged behind as 'Becky' walked away. He shuddered, he never wanted to be pulled into a closet by a cross dresser ever again.
He leaned against the wall for a couple minutes, waiting to hear from Jet on anything they managed to dig up on the guy. Then he remembered why he hated relying on people. Reluctantly, he wandered towards the bar that he saw 'Becky' walk into. Maybe he could help...
"Knew you'd come," he said without even looking up.
"Yeah, so, you said something about helping?" he asked.
"Well, I know something about the Sekart Men," James informed him while playing with the red straw in his drink. "You'd be surprised what you'd hear from slobbering drunks who think they are scoring with a really hot chick."
Spike wasn't sure he wanted to hear the back story, but then he thought this guy might just be useful. "Ok, so what can you tell me?"
"Well, first off, Sekart has too many faces for his men to keep track of, along with an array of different appearances," he explained, "He's a man of many different faces."
"Yeah, so how exactly does this help me?" Spike inquired.
"Anybody who happened to know what was going on, along with the men's names, and asked them to do something and they would most likely do it thinking it was Sekart himself."
Spike absorbed this information... It made sense... It made it seem all too easy. But there was the matter of getting Sekart, while that would let him get to Faye, it wouldn't ensure getting Sekart in the least.
"Well, that takes care of one problem, but what about actually catching the guy?" he asked.
"One thing at a time, Cowboy," James laughed.
"And why are you so keen on helping me?"
"You probably realized by now that I am not in this for free, but don't worry, if you catch Sekart with my help all I want is 10%," he explained. "And as for why I am even bothering to help, well, that man has made my life a living hell, he threatened to kill me a few times too."
"May I ask why?"
"You can ask," he said simply, "Doesn't mean I'll tell."
O.O... I have no idea where to drag queen came from... I swear!
Seriously, I hadn't planned on that happening, but you know, I guess I invented a character who will be playing a considerable role in this ficcy... I wonder how it will all work out... I think I should start to plan out the rest of the chapters so I know 100% exactly where it is going... In fact, I probably should have done that from the beginning.
I hope you all liked the bit of comedy, but it will be taking a more serious turn again (you know, this is a "Drama")... I am pretty sure it will be at least...
(Please Review! I like to hear your opinions!!!)