Hi everyone! I'm getting more time to write, but Christmas is almost here
so maybe I'll have even more time! Unless I go to my cousins, which I
really want to, but I'm not sure I will. Well anyway, enjoy this chappie!
The song I'm using for this one is "Speed" by Montgomery Gentry. Yes, a
country song. Yes, I listen to country, and rap, and metal, and rock. So
yeah, whatever.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or "Speed"
~*~ = Lyrics
Speed
~
~*~
I'm tired of spinning my wheels I need to find a place where my heart can go to heal I need to get there pretty quick Hey mister what you got out on that lot you can sell me in a pinch
~*~
Spike stood there, slightly dumbfounded. Was that Faye that had just run by? When he finally snapped out of his trance, the people were no were to be seen. He would have hit himself over the head with something if it would not waste any more time. He took off in a sprint toward the direction he had just seen that purple-haired woman run through.
Spike burst through the swinging doors and into what seemed to be a small alley for garbage. There were no exits that he could see, but there were also no people. He looked at a nearby wooden fence. (A/N it's one of those wood fences that you can't see through and they are really tall with points on the ends. Some might know them as "privacy fences") It was extremely tall. Then he looked at the pile of trashcans, some still rolling, that were spread around the fence. Shouting from the other side confirmed his belief that they were used to jump the fence.
Spike growled at whomever had knocked over the cans, probably Faye. Now he had to force his brain to think up a way of getting over or around this barrier. Finally, since he decided he was wasting too much time. He tried to jump the damn thing himself. He jumped, but to no avail. It was a good jump, but you can't climb a flat surface with your hands and feet.
Frustrated beyond believe he slammed his fist into the wooden fence. . .It fell down. . .Spike looked at it through the haze of dust it stirred up. He cringed at the smell it had also kicked up. Between the fact that he might find Faye, the smell was nauseating, and two other people had just burst through the back door, he did not need any more persuasion to high-tail it out of there.
~*~
Maybe one of them souped up muscle cars The kind that makes you think you're stronger than you are Color don't matter no I don't need leather seats All that really concerns me is
~*~
Jet looked ungratefully up at the man standing before him.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Jet asked Robert.
"Oh, nothing," Robert replied sarcastically, "what the hell does it look like I'm doing?!?! I'm hi-jacking your ship, for lack of better words, and taking you prisoner to get back at one of your comrades."
He paused for a moment, "You know, I really thought there were more than just you and Spike on this ship. Funny how I haven't seen anyone else . . . " He looked at Jet, as if expecting him to confess for something. Jet just returned a glare that he hoped would enable Robert's head to burst into flames. A man could hope, could he not?
~*~
Speed How fast will it go Can it get me Over her quickly Zero to sixty Can it outrun her memory Yeah, what I really need Is an open road And a whole lot of speed
~*~
As Jet was wishing ill on someone's health, Spike was almost overjoyed after getting by that fence. He was again sprinting at full speed, hoping that he didn't take too long to get by the fence. He could hear people running behind him. Probably the two that had also came through the back door. He didn't have a need or want to worry about them right now. He looked at his surroundings. It seemed to be alley upon alley. Hardly any lights or people. It was very unlike what it was when he was earlier walking through this town.
That's when he noticed that it was night. It wasn't night when he had gotten there. He brushed the thought of being late off when he heard shouting down the alley close by. He sneaked around the corner, trying to stay in the shadows. It wasn't very hard, like he had observed, there was hardly any light. Therefor, the shadows consumed him like a rock thrown into a sea.
Once he was close enough to hear what the voices were saying, he knew for a fact that the woman was Faye. He had witnessed, and been a part in so many of her fights he knew the nature of her remarks like the back of his hand.
~*~
I'd like to trade in this old truck Cause it makes me think of her and that just slows me up See, it's the first place we made love where we used to sit and talk On the tailgate all night long but now she's gone And I need to move on So give me
~*~
Brian, who in the haste of his scramble had ran into a dead-end, found himself arguing with a woman he had never seen before. It was obviously something his boss had brought upon him. Unfortunately, that was his job. To die for the master's sake. Wasn't it the same in all syndicates? He, of course, hadn't thought that a woman would eliminate him, but by the look of her anger he just might.
The woman narrowed her eyes at Brian, "do you even remember who I am?"
Brian stared at her for a moment; scrolling through all the files in his brain for a woman like her. This creature definitely wasn't a woman he knew. He reluctantly shook his head. This surprised the woman. He could tell when her eyes widened and she almost let the glock she was holding drop to the ground. He saw a chance, and he took it.
The woman was thrown from her feet when Brian barreled into her. She braced herself for the impact with the concrete ground and who knows what else? Where she was at this moment it could be anything. Once she hit the ground she made herself roll. Once she was sure she was no longer nearby Brian she stood. However, Brian wasn't going to give her a chance to make another move. He held a glock-her glock, which she'd dropped-even with her head.
"Oh, shit . . ." the woman found herself mumbling.
~*~
Speed How fast will it go Can it get me Over her quickly Zero to sixty Can it outrun her memory Yeah, what I really need Is an open road And a whole lot of speed
~*~
Code stood nearby on a rooftop, concealed from the world by the thick shadows that pressed over him. He didn't mind. It just enabled him to see without being seen. Oh, and he could see everything. The fight, Spike trying to find a way to Faye, and the two that had also ran out of the bar. The two that had chased Spike. The two that were now also concealed by the shadows. Although, not in all directions. Code could obviously see them. He smiled to himself.
~*~
That's what I need I'm tired of spinning my wheels I'm tired of spinning my wheels
~*~
~
If you were wondering what this song had to do with this chapter, the answer is nothing. I figured that the song would have fit in one of the earlier chapters, but I didn't feel like going back and putting it in, so I put it in here. Okay? Lol.
Thanks for reading, hope you liked, stop by again, please review, and all that good stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop or "Speed"
~*~ = Lyrics
Speed
~
~*~
I'm tired of spinning my wheels I need to find a place where my heart can go to heal I need to get there pretty quick Hey mister what you got out on that lot you can sell me in a pinch
~*~
Spike stood there, slightly dumbfounded. Was that Faye that had just run by? When he finally snapped out of his trance, the people were no were to be seen. He would have hit himself over the head with something if it would not waste any more time. He took off in a sprint toward the direction he had just seen that purple-haired woman run through.
Spike burst through the swinging doors and into what seemed to be a small alley for garbage. There were no exits that he could see, but there were also no people. He looked at a nearby wooden fence. (A/N it's one of those wood fences that you can't see through and they are really tall with points on the ends. Some might know them as "privacy fences") It was extremely tall. Then he looked at the pile of trashcans, some still rolling, that were spread around the fence. Shouting from the other side confirmed his belief that they were used to jump the fence.
Spike growled at whomever had knocked over the cans, probably Faye. Now he had to force his brain to think up a way of getting over or around this barrier. Finally, since he decided he was wasting too much time. He tried to jump the damn thing himself. He jumped, but to no avail. It was a good jump, but you can't climb a flat surface with your hands and feet.
Frustrated beyond believe he slammed his fist into the wooden fence. . .It fell down. . .Spike looked at it through the haze of dust it stirred up. He cringed at the smell it had also kicked up. Between the fact that he might find Faye, the smell was nauseating, and two other people had just burst through the back door, he did not need any more persuasion to high-tail it out of there.
~*~
Maybe one of them souped up muscle cars The kind that makes you think you're stronger than you are Color don't matter no I don't need leather seats All that really concerns me is
~*~
Jet looked ungratefully up at the man standing before him.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Jet asked Robert.
"Oh, nothing," Robert replied sarcastically, "what the hell does it look like I'm doing?!?! I'm hi-jacking your ship, for lack of better words, and taking you prisoner to get back at one of your comrades."
He paused for a moment, "You know, I really thought there were more than just you and Spike on this ship. Funny how I haven't seen anyone else . . . " He looked at Jet, as if expecting him to confess for something. Jet just returned a glare that he hoped would enable Robert's head to burst into flames. A man could hope, could he not?
~*~
Speed How fast will it go Can it get me Over her quickly Zero to sixty Can it outrun her memory Yeah, what I really need Is an open road And a whole lot of speed
~*~
As Jet was wishing ill on someone's health, Spike was almost overjoyed after getting by that fence. He was again sprinting at full speed, hoping that he didn't take too long to get by the fence. He could hear people running behind him. Probably the two that had also came through the back door. He didn't have a need or want to worry about them right now. He looked at his surroundings. It seemed to be alley upon alley. Hardly any lights or people. It was very unlike what it was when he was earlier walking through this town.
That's when he noticed that it was night. It wasn't night when he had gotten there. He brushed the thought of being late off when he heard shouting down the alley close by. He sneaked around the corner, trying to stay in the shadows. It wasn't very hard, like he had observed, there was hardly any light. Therefor, the shadows consumed him like a rock thrown into a sea.
Once he was close enough to hear what the voices were saying, he knew for a fact that the woman was Faye. He had witnessed, and been a part in so many of her fights he knew the nature of her remarks like the back of his hand.
~*~
I'd like to trade in this old truck Cause it makes me think of her and that just slows me up See, it's the first place we made love where we used to sit and talk On the tailgate all night long but now she's gone And I need to move on So give me
~*~
Brian, who in the haste of his scramble had ran into a dead-end, found himself arguing with a woman he had never seen before. It was obviously something his boss had brought upon him. Unfortunately, that was his job. To die for the master's sake. Wasn't it the same in all syndicates? He, of course, hadn't thought that a woman would eliminate him, but by the look of her anger he just might.
The woman narrowed her eyes at Brian, "do you even remember who I am?"
Brian stared at her for a moment; scrolling through all the files in his brain for a woman like her. This creature definitely wasn't a woman he knew. He reluctantly shook his head. This surprised the woman. He could tell when her eyes widened and she almost let the glock she was holding drop to the ground. He saw a chance, and he took it.
The woman was thrown from her feet when Brian barreled into her. She braced herself for the impact with the concrete ground and who knows what else? Where she was at this moment it could be anything. Once she hit the ground she made herself roll. Once she was sure she was no longer nearby Brian she stood. However, Brian wasn't going to give her a chance to make another move. He held a glock-her glock, which she'd dropped-even with her head.
"Oh, shit . . ." the woman found herself mumbling.
~*~
Speed How fast will it go Can it get me Over her quickly Zero to sixty Can it outrun her memory Yeah, what I really need Is an open road And a whole lot of speed
~*~
Code stood nearby on a rooftop, concealed from the world by the thick shadows that pressed over him. He didn't mind. It just enabled him to see without being seen. Oh, and he could see everything. The fight, Spike trying to find a way to Faye, and the two that had also ran out of the bar. The two that had chased Spike. The two that were now also concealed by the shadows. Although, not in all directions. Code could obviously see them. He smiled to himself.
~*~
That's what I need I'm tired of spinning my wheels I'm tired of spinning my wheels
~*~
~
If you were wondering what this song had to do with this chapter, the answer is nothing. I figured that the song would have fit in one of the earlier chapters, but I didn't feel like going back and putting it in, so I put it in here. Okay? Lol.
Thanks for reading, hope you liked, stop by again, please review, and all that good stuff.