A/N Hey there people! I am so sorry! Gah! It's taken me another long time to spit out an update! I have been busy with my school stuffs, and of course, being separated from my dearest laptop over spring break... It was a tragic time... But my dear laptop and I have been reunited and all is well with the world once again... I hope this chapter will please you!
Oh, and I decided that I estimated wrong... This fic is going to be shorter than originally planned due to the fact that I doubt want to bore you to death... or piss you off to the point of explosion with really short, boring chapters... So, I am cutting out some of the unnecessary dribble (don't worry, you'll still get the same info... just far less drawn out...). So, now this fic may very well be no more that 10-12 chapters long, I severely over estimated when I made the outline... So, I'm correcting this mistake and hope that all will be well with you, hopefully to be less bored, people.
(I am afraid that there won't be THAT much fluffy goodness in here... (except for one chapter... ^m^ (TeeHee)))
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop... I'm sure it would be nice to... But alas, the world is not that kind.
Title: Fallen Petals of the Rose
Chapter 6: The One-Night Charade
(Warning: This chapter has some sexual reference, and some rather distasteful talk... Some people may or may not want to read that...)
Last time...
**********
He would pay for even thinking about caring for Faye. And Faye would pay even more for leaving. Yeah, that man would suffer, he assumed that weak man would break down after finding out about Faye's death. And Sekart and Robby would laugh their heads off at him.
Nathan King's grin grew in the dark.
Yes, it is sad what ridicule can do to a man. Insanity is a killer.
Drake Sekart was so caught up in his thoughts, his sick, twisted, and amusing thoughts, that he didn't notice the pair of piercing two toned eyes watching him. Waiting for the perfect time to make his move.
"Sekart, you'll be as good as dead when I get through with you."
**********
Now...
All that day, Spike crept in the shadows, he watched Sekart, recorded his voice so he could practice it later, and watched how he treated his men... He realized that Sekart treated them with a roughness, he acted as though his men were utterly beneath him and that they should be thrilled at his presence... In other words... The man had a major inferiority complex.
Spike could play the part of a "macho man", he'd done it enough, Sekart wouldn't be too difficult to play. He just hoped that his men were stupid enough to fall for his act... It would take some costume to pull in the complete "Sekart" effect. But Becky... or James... or whatever he... or... she? Was called seemed pretty confident. He didn't have time to waste worrying, he had no clue what actions that clearly unstable man might make against Faye. He most certainly did NOT want HIM touching HER at all. The thought almost made him shudder... but that caused more not-so-nice thoughts to flood his mind... It was settled, there was no way in a freezing hell that Sekart, or whoever he just happened to be, would lay so much as a finger on her.
It was time for him to prepare for his act. He made his way to James' room, he still had a lot of work to do.
"You're back?" James/Becky inquired.
"Yup," he answered gruffly, "Come on, we've got work to do."
"You are SO right, girlfriend!" Becky said in a joking tone. Spike shot him such an icy glare it could have frozen the sun. "Alright, alright," James nodded, "Point taken, I won't joke around anymore... I keep forgetting that you have your girlfriend's life riding on all this."
"Good," Spike spat... as an afterthought he added, "Faye's NOT my girlfriend."
"Fine, fine, whatever you say," James laughed, "Come on, I have your "Sekart" suit already waiting for you."
"Alright, but before I get ready, I need to contact Jet," he said.
"Alright," James beamed, "Be my guest."
"Jet," Spike said firmly to his com-link.
"Spike?" Jet asked, "That you?"
"Yeah," he nodded, "Any more info on Sekart?"
"Actually, Ed found something interesting regarding the name "Sekart" about 8 years ago," he explained, "I was just about to get ahold of you to tell you about it."
"And what did you find?" he asked eagerly.
"His first murder, supposedly, was two men, a father and son, Rider and Robby Shnider." he explained, "All of his other murders have been female... so I just don't see how this adds up;he killed two men, then he disappeared for 5 years before killing only women."
"I don't know," Spike shook his head, "But I should tell you that we have a plan to get Faye out... it may sound insane, but I'm going to pose as Sekart and basically walk Faye out of here."
Jet thought about this a second, "That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard!" he declared, "But then, you might just be stupid enough to pull it off."
"Oh har-har," Spike said sarcastically, "But don't you mean his men might be stupid enough to let me?"
"That too," Jet shrugged.
"Well, I have to go, the sooner we get Faye out, the better," Spike said.
"Why Spike," he laughed, "I hadn't realized you'd grown to care so much for Faye."
"Why Jet," Spike spat cynically, "I had no idea you had become such the little comedian, might I suggest you keep with your day job?" he sighed, "I'll let you know when we got her out, I gotta go." He closed the link before Jet could respond.
He turned to James, "Let's get this over with."
"The suit's in the bath room," he replied simply.
Spike pulled on "Sekart's" suit as James... or was it Becky? Readied his supplies to complete the "Sekart" transformation. The supplies included contacts, to hide his two-toned eyes, a hair piece, and some make-up, a specialty of Becky's.
"So, tell me," Spike said as Becky readied him for his staring role as "Sekart". "Why is it you want to get back at him so bad? I mean, I know he's not exactly the sweetest man in the world, but what could he have done to you... I mean, no offense or anything, but he is only after women."
"Yeah well," Becky shrugged, "It's a long story. But you know, I'm not the prettiest little thing in the world, I know it, everybody does, but I still get my run-around. It just so happened that one night, Norman Kendal happened to be a one-night charade."
"A one-night charade?" Spike asked.
"Yep, people like me don't have "one-night stands", amazingly enough, those are committed on honesty, well sort of, you see, more often than not, the kind of man I can get is a drunk one, or one pretending to be drunk, either way, it's all faked," Becky explained. "You would be surprised how many men take me as a man-whore, you know, not looking for a long term thing, just a quick fuck with a man that doesn't know what the hell he wants, I sure as hell have had my fill of them. Norman happened to be a pretend drunk. One night, we ended up in my room for the rutting, and when it was over, he held a gun to my head and threatened to make my life a living hell if I told anyone about it."
"Damn, that's harsh," Spike said.
"Yeah, later the next day I saw him with some woman wrapped around his arm, she died that night," he shuddered, "And I just keep thinking, I had slept with a killer, of course, they then proved that it was that "Sekart" guy who did it. That's how I learned about him."
"Jesus," Spike spat, "That man is sick."
"All men are, sweety," Becky said in a slightly distant voice, "But God help me if I don't love them."
~*~
Faye paced around the room, she hadn't heard from Spike since this morning, this had been an amazingly drawn out day. She had no clue what would happen, if Sekart would come back soon. She shuddered, realizing that if she came face to face with him again, she would hardly be able to put up a fight, she remembered his brutal blows... She wouldn't be able to take another round of them. She sighed, she really had become too soft.
... If only they hadn't confiscated her gun.
Sitting on the bed, she put her head in her hands and took a deep breath, it was then she was over taken with a feeling of claustrophobia. 'Such perfect timing,' she thought bitterly and she tried to calm herself with deep breaths. She was practically falling apart, she was a woman of action, sitting around and doing nothing only made her think; and thinking made her worry. Worrying made her weak. She walked into the bath room and splashed water on her face, then crawled out and sat on the floor with her back against the foot of the bed.
"Spike, get your sorry ass up here already." she demanded in a whisper. She felt low.
~*~
At 5pm, the transformation was complete. It was time for Becky's distraction.
Becky found the woman the Spike had told him about, the one who had been hanging off Sekart's arm earlier,
Becky made her move.
"Excuse me, Miss?" "she" said in a confident tone.
"Yes?" she said, eying Becky with distaste.
"I am very sorry to bother you, but you came here with a gentlemen, did you not?"
"Yes, I did," she spat, "Though I really don't see how it's any business of yours."
"It isn't!" Becky replied with assurance, "But I just thought you'd like to know, I have seen him in the bar looking rather lonely... eying up a few of the waitresses and all, now, I'm not saying anything to demoralize the man, but you might like to go check up on him... You know, prevent things from happening." Becky smiled at the hidden double meaning of his words.
"Ok, so, tell me something, why tell me? What concern is it of yours?" she asked critically.
"It's simply that I'd hate to see such a lovely couple just get broken up!" Becky said sincerely, "I said to myself when I first saw you and him 'Now, don't they look like a perfect couple!' and when I saw him off alone, I just couldn't stand the thought of such a perfect couple to be broken up! I know you must think me a busy body but I just couldn't help myself!"
The woman looked a little stunned at the rather emotional sounding statement, she decided that she could believe the... person's words, and said, "Well, thank you for letting me know, now if you'll excuse me..."
"Oh, but of course!" Becky smiled. 'Well,' he though, 'I've bought Spike at least 20 minutes to get Faye into the docking bay.'
Mean while, Spike was approaching Faye's room. The guards, Sekart's men, stood watching the man closely.
"Let me in to see my little Faye," he demanded in the voice he had practiced, "She has a lesson that needs to be taught."
He looked the men right in the eye.
"Right away, Mr. Sekart," one man said.
"Idiot!" Spike spat in a harsh whisper, "Nathan King! Slip up like that again and I'll be forced to punish you!"
The other guard elbowed the "Idiot", "Dumb ass!" he said as he opened the door for his "Leader".
"By the way," he said coolly, "I'm taking Faye for a little trip, tonight's going to be a big night for her, and I want her to be far away from "Nathan King", I have kind of grown fond of him."
"Oh, I understand, me too, boss," the "Idiot" sucked up.
"Good." "Sekart" sneered as he closed the door behind him, he hoped Faye would see through the disguise and not try to kick his ass.
What he saw down right frightened him.
Faye must have heard him talking, for she was backed in a corner, like a frightened animal. He had never seen such fear in her eyes, it nearly made him vomit to see her cower like that in front of him. Though, to anyone else, it hardly looked like cowering, she did, after all, have that leathal glow to her.
"Faye," he said in his true voice, "Calm down, Faye."
She let herself relax her tensed muscles at the sound of his voice, "Spike? Oh thank God."
"Yeah, well, we still gotta get out over here," he said, "Don't thank God just yet."
"How the hell did you get past his men?" she asked, "I mean, you don't look a thing like him."
"What?" he asked, "And after you nearly had a heart attack from thinking I was him?"
"Hey!" she said, "It's not exactly bright in here, I couldn't really see you, it's a good thing you at least can make your voice sound like his, I guess, though, promise me that when this is over with, you won't ever talk like that again."
"I promise," he promised. "Ok, so, we need to make this look believable, so come here, I'm going to get "my men" to escort us to the docking bay."
"Alright, fine," Faye muttered as she approached him, she let him grab her arms behind her back and march her out the door.
"Alright," Spike said in his "Sekart" voice, "You," he pointed to the man not deemed "Idiot", "You're going to escort my dear Faye and I, so you'll be nice and safe, won't you Faye?"
"Asshole," Faye spat.
"Oh look at that," Spike mocked, "She's trying to act tough." He turned to one of his minions," Alright, lets get going. Oh, and we're going to the docking bay, I don't want you to follow us through the casinol, it would look too suspicious, and don't worry," he flashed a gun, "Faye won't be going anywhere."
"Right, boss," the man muttered as they started down the hall, once in the elevator "Sekart" released Faye, "You and I will have an interesting evening," he laughed.
"Pig," Faye seethed.
Spike resisted the urge to smirk, he realized that she was speaking to him no differently than she would were they on the Bebop, not that the other guy would know. He could almost sense Faye's radiating relief.
"Shut your trap," He spat, having a difficult time keeping a straight face talking like that, it would be so much easier just to kick the ass of the unsuspecting henchman, but that would alert Sekart to their... actions.
"You shouldn't disrespect Mr. Sekart, I mean, Mr. King, like that, he's a very powerful man," the nameless henchman warned.
"You would do well to listen to his advice," "Sekart" sized up the man, "I'm surprised that the stupidity from that other man didn't rub off on you."
"Thank you, sir." the man responded with a bow right before the ding of the elevator rang, announcing that they had reached their desired floor. "You," he looked at the man, "Stay here at the elevator, and watch us go out the door, once we are out, I want you to go and wait at the door, for... security reasons."
"But boss, what's up there to watch if you have-"
"Do you dare question me?" he asked in a harsh whisper.
"N-no, of, of course not.. Mr... King," he stuttered.
"Good, now you have your orders," he smirked and grabbed Faye's hand, "Come with me, dearest." he laughed in an almost evil cackle. Faye did her best to look like she was hiding fear and anger with a cool composure. She could really act when she needed to.
Soon they reached the door to the docking bay; it was as if he could feel a huge weight lifted off his chest, a weight he hadn't even realized was there, he couldn't even imagine how Faye felt.
"Excuse me," a man in a uniform said, "Mr. King?"
A/N... Alright, I think that this is a wonderful place to end the chapter... It gives me something to feed into chapter 7, which shouldn't take me too long to get out. I realize I said this before... Probably more than once... And I am really angry at myself that I keep taking so long to update, I honestly don't mean to, it just happens. *Sigh* I have no idea where my time slips off to these days. I think aliens have been stealing it from me.
Stupid aliens.
='_'= (note the non-topic related face)
Well, review, I do appreciate it, even though it may not seem like I do, I love your reviews dearly. Yes, I'm sucking up... Deal with it.
~DRC~
Oh, and I decided that I estimated wrong... This fic is going to be shorter than originally planned due to the fact that I doubt want to bore you to death... or piss you off to the point of explosion with really short, boring chapters... So, I am cutting out some of the unnecessary dribble (don't worry, you'll still get the same info... just far less drawn out...). So, now this fic may very well be no more that 10-12 chapters long, I severely over estimated when I made the outline... So, I'm correcting this mistake and hope that all will be well with you, hopefully to be less bored, people.
(I am afraid that there won't be THAT much fluffy goodness in here... (except for one chapter... ^m^ (TeeHee)))
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop... I'm sure it would be nice to... But alas, the world is not that kind.
Title: Fallen Petals of the Rose
Chapter 6: The One-Night Charade
(Warning: This chapter has some sexual reference, and some rather distasteful talk... Some people may or may not want to read that...)
Last time...
**********
He would pay for even thinking about caring for Faye. And Faye would pay even more for leaving. Yeah, that man would suffer, he assumed that weak man would break down after finding out about Faye's death. And Sekart and Robby would laugh their heads off at him.
Nathan King's grin grew in the dark.
Yes, it is sad what ridicule can do to a man. Insanity is a killer.
Drake Sekart was so caught up in his thoughts, his sick, twisted, and amusing thoughts, that he didn't notice the pair of piercing two toned eyes watching him. Waiting for the perfect time to make his move.
"Sekart, you'll be as good as dead when I get through with you."
**********
Now...
All that day, Spike crept in the shadows, he watched Sekart, recorded his voice so he could practice it later, and watched how he treated his men... He realized that Sekart treated them with a roughness, he acted as though his men were utterly beneath him and that they should be thrilled at his presence... In other words... The man had a major inferiority complex.
Spike could play the part of a "macho man", he'd done it enough, Sekart wouldn't be too difficult to play. He just hoped that his men were stupid enough to fall for his act... It would take some costume to pull in the complete "Sekart" effect. But Becky... or James... or whatever he... or... she? Was called seemed pretty confident. He didn't have time to waste worrying, he had no clue what actions that clearly unstable man might make against Faye. He most certainly did NOT want HIM touching HER at all. The thought almost made him shudder... but that caused more not-so-nice thoughts to flood his mind... It was settled, there was no way in a freezing hell that Sekart, or whoever he just happened to be, would lay so much as a finger on her.
It was time for him to prepare for his act. He made his way to James' room, he still had a lot of work to do.
"You're back?" James/Becky inquired.
"Yup," he answered gruffly, "Come on, we've got work to do."
"You are SO right, girlfriend!" Becky said in a joking tone. Spike shot him such an icy glare it could have frozen the sun. "Alright, alright," James nodded, "Point taken, I won't joke around anymore... I keep forgetting that you have your girlfriend's life riding on all this."
"Good," Spike spat... as an afterthought he added, "Faye's NOT my girlfriend."
"Fine, fine, whatever you say," James laughed, "Come on, I have your "Sekart" suit already waiting for you."
"Alright, but before I get ready, I need to contact Jet," he said.
"Alright," James beamed, "Be my guest."
"Jet," Spike said firmly to his com-link.
"Spike?" Jet asked, "That you?"
"Yeah," he nodded, "Any more info on Sekart?"
"Actually, Ed found something interesting regarding the name "Sekart" about 8 years ago," he explained, "I was just about to get ahold of you to tell you about it."
"And what did you find?" he asked eagerly.
"His first murder, supposedly, was two men, a father and son, Rider and Robby Shnider." he explained, "All of his other murders have been female... so I just don't see how this adds up;he killed two men, then he disappeared for 5 years before killing only women."
"I don't know," Spike shook his head, "But I should tell you that we have a plan to get Faye out... it may sound insane, but I'm going to pose as Sekart and basically walk Faye out of here."
Jet thought about this a second, "That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard!" he declared, "But then, you might just be stupid enough to pull it off."
"Oh har-har," Spike said sarcastically, "But don't you mean his men might be stupid enough to let me?"
"That too," Jet shrugged.
"Well, I have to go, the sooner we get Faye out, the better," Spike said.
"Why Spike," he laughed, "I hadn't realized you'd grown to care so much for Faye."
"Why Jet," Spike spat cynically, "I had no idea you had become such the little comedian, might I suggest you keep with your day job?" he sighed, "I'll let you know when we got her out, I gotta go." He closed the link before Jet could respond.
He turned to James, "Let's get this over with."
"The suit's in the bath room," he replied simply.
Spike pulled on "Sekart's" suit as James... or was it Becky? Readied his supplies to complete the "Sekart" transformation. The supplies included contacts, to hide his two-toned eyes, a hair piece, and some make-up, a specialty of Becky's.
"So, tell me," Spike said as Becky readied him for his staring role as "Sekart". "Why is it you want to get back at him so bad? I mean, I know he's not exactly the sweetest man in the world, but what could he have done to you... I mean, no offense or anything, but he is only after women."
"Yeah well," Becky shrugged, "It's a long story. But you know, I'm not the prettiest little thing in the world, I know it, everybody does, but I still get my run-around. It just so happened that one night, Norman Kendal happened to be a one-night charade."
"A one-night charade?" Spike asked.
"Yep, people like me don't have "one-night stands", amazingly enough, those are committed on honesty, well sort of, you see, more often than not, the kind of man I can get is a drunk one, or one pretending to be drunk, either way, it's all faked," Becky explained. "You would be surprised how many men take me as a man-whore, you know, not looking for a long term thing, just a quick fuck with a man that doesn't know what the hell he wants, I sure as hell have had my fill of them. Norman happened to be a pretend drunk. One night, we ended up in my room for the rutting, and when it was over, he held a gun to my head and threatened to make my life a living hell if I told anyone about it."
"Damn, that's harsh," Spike said.
"Yeah, later the next day I saw him with some woman wrapped around his arm, she died that night," he shuddered, "And I just keep thinking, I had slept with a killer, of course, they then proved that it was that "Sekart" guy who did it. That's how I learned about him."
"Jesus," Spike spat, "That man is sick."
"All men are, sweety," Becky said in a slightly distant voice, "But God help me if I don't love them."
~*~
Faye paced around the room, she hadn't heard from Spike since this morning, this had been an amazingly drawn out day. She had no clue what would happen, if Sekart would come back soon. She shuddered, realizing that if she came face to face with him again, she would hardly be able to put up a fight, she remembered his brutal blows... She wouldn't be able to take another round of them. She sighed, she really had become too soft.
... If only they hadn't confiscated her gun.
Sitting on the bed, she put her head in her hands and took a deep breath, it was then she was over taken with a feeling of claustrophobia. 'Such perfect timing,' she thought bitterly and she tried to calm herself with deep breaths. She was practically falling apart, she was a woman of action, sitting around and doing nothing only made her think; and thinking made her worry. Worrying made her weak. She walked into the bath room and splashed water on her face, then crawled out and sat on the floor with her back against the foot of the bed.
"Spike, get your sorry ass up here already." she demanded in a whisper. She felt low.
~*~
At 5pm, the transformation was complete. It was time for Becky's distraction.
Becky found the woman the Spike had told him about, the one who had been hanging off Sekart's arm earlier,
Becky made her move.
"Excuse me, Miss?" "she" said in a confident tone.
"Yes?" she said, eying Becky with distaste.
"I am very sorry to bother you, but you came here with a gentlemen, did you not?"
"Yes, I did," she spat, "Though I really don't see how it's any business of yours."
"It isn't!" Becky replied with assurance, "But I just thought you'd like to know, I have seen him in the bar looking rather lonely... eying up a few of the waitresses and all, now, I'm not saying anything to demoralize the man, but you might like to go check up on him... You know, prevent things from happening." Becky smiled at the hidden double meaning of his words.
"Ok, so, tell me something, why tell me? What concern is it of yours?" she asked critically.
"It's simply that I'd hate to see such a lovely couple just get broken up!" Becky said sincerely, "I said to myself when I first saw you and him 'Now, don't they look like a perfect couple!' and when I saw him off alone, I just couldn't stand the thought of such a perfect couple to be broken up! I know you must think me a busy body but I just couldn't help myself!"
The woman looked a little stunned at the rather emotional sounding statement, she decided that she could believe the... person's words, and said, "Well, thank you for letting me know, now if you'll excuse me..."
"Oh, but of course!" Becky smiled. 'Well,' he though, 'I've bought Spike at least 20 minutes to get Faye into the docking bay.'
Mean while, Spike was approaching Faye's room. The guards, Sekart's men, stood watching the man closely.
"Let me in to see my little Faye," he demanded in the voice he had practiced, "She has a lesson that needs to be taught."
He looked the men right in the eye.
"Right away, Mr. Sekart," one man said.
"Idiot!" Spike spat in a harsh whisper, "Nathan King! Slip up like that again and I'll be forced to punish you!"
The other guard elbowed the "Idiot", "Dumb ass!" he said as he opened the door for his "Leader".
"By the way," he said coolly, "I'm taking Faye for a little trip, tonight's going to be a big night for her, and I want her to be far away from "Nathan King", I have kind of grown fond of him."
"Oh, I understand, me too, boss," the "Idiot" sucked up.
"Good." "Sekart" sneered as he closed the door behind him, he hoped Faye would see through the disguise and not try to kick his ass.
What he saw down right frightened him.
Faye must have heard him talking, for she was backed in a corner, like a frightened animal. He had never seen such fear in her eyes, it nearly made him vomit to see her cower like that in front of him. Though, to anyone else, it hardly looked like cowering, she did, after all, have that leathal glow to her.
"Faye," he said in his true voice, "Calm down, Faye."
She let herself relax her tensed muscles at the sound of his voice, "Spike? Oh thank God."
"Yeah, well, we still gotta get out over here," he said, "Don't thank God just yet."
"How the hell did you get past his men?" she asked, "I mean, you don't look a thing like him."
"What?" he asked, "And after you nearly had a heart attack from thinking I was him?"
"Hey!" she said, "It's not exactly bright in here, I couldn't really see you, it's a good thing you at least can make your voice sound like his, I guess, though, promise me that when this is over with, you won't ever talk like that again."
"I promise," he promised. "Ok, so, we need to make this look believable, so come here, I'm going to get "my men" to escort us to the docking bay."
"Alright, fine," Faye muttered as she approached him, she let him grab her arms behind her back and march her out the door.
"Alright," Spike said in his "Sekart" voice, "You," he pointed to the man not deemed "Idiot", "You're going to escort my dear Faye and I, so you'll be nice and safe, won't you Faye?"
"Asshole," Faye spat.
"Oh look at that," Spike mocked, "She's trying to act tough." He turned to one of his minions," Alright, lets get going. Oh, and we're going to the docking bay, I don't want you to follow us through the casinol, it would look too suspicious, and don't worry," he flashed a gun, "Faye won't be going anywhere."
"Right, boss," the man muttered as they started down the hall, once in the elevator "Sekart" released Faye, "You and I will have an interesting evening," he laughed.
"Pig," Faye seethed.
Spike resisted the urge to smirk, he realized that she was speaking to him no differently than she would were they on the Bebop, not that the other guy would know. He could almost sense Faye's radiating relief.
"Shut your trap," He spat, having a difficult time keeping a straight face talking like that, it would be so much easier just to kick the ass of the unsuspecting henchman, but that would alert Sekart to their... actions.
"You shouldn't disrespect Mr. Sekart, I mean, Mr. King, like that, he's a very powerful man," the nameless henchman warned.
"You would do well to listen to his advice," "Sekart" sized up the man, "I'm surprised that the stupidity from that other man didn't rub off on you."
"Thank you, sir." the man responded with a bow right before the ding of the elevator rang, announcing that they had reached their desired floor. "You," he looked at the man, "Stay here at the elevator, and watch us go out the door, once we are out, I want you to go and wait at the door, for... security reasons."
"But boss, what's up there to watch if you have-"
"Do you dare question me?" he asked in a harsh whisper.
"N-no, of, of course not.. Mr... King," he stuttered.
"Good, now you have your orders," he smirked and grabbed Faye's hand, "Come with me, dearest." he laughed in an almost evil cackle. Faye did her best to look like she was hiding fear and anger with a cool composure. She could really act when she needed to.
Soon they reached the door to the docking bay; it was as if he could feel a huge weight lifted off his chest, a weight he hadn't even realized was there, he couldn't even imagine how Faye felt.
"Excuse me," a man in a uniform said, "Mr. King?"
A/N... Alright, I think that this is a wonderful place to end the chapter... It gives me something to feed into chapter 7, which shouldn't take me too long to get out. I realize I said this before... Probably more than once... And I am really angry at myself that I keep taking so long to update, I honestly don't mean to, it just happens. *Sigh* I have no idea where my time slips off to these days. I think aliens have been stealing it from me.
Stupid aliens.
='_'= (note the non-topic related face)
Well, review, I do appreciate it, even though it may not seem like I do, I love your reviews dearly. Yes, I'm sucking up... Deal with it.
~DRC~