Disclaimer: This chapter also included a lot of what happened in the series. I do not claim any type of ownership to these events or the characters of Cowboy Bebop.
The Swordfish II sped through the night. Finally, Spike would have revenge on the syndicate, on Vicious. He had waited so long to be with Julia, and she was stolen away from him again. He couldn't do anything for her now. His life held no meaning.
The doors opened automatically to the man who brought the end to the Red Dragons. Dropping a grenade on the ground he kicked it over to the front desk and waited for the explosion. Taking his opportunity amidst the confusion, Spike made a break for the escalator. Riding it to the top, he shot numerous men dead with barely any regard for his own safety. Only one thing mattered now: kill Vicious.
Finally reaching the large red conference room, Spike threw open the doors and was slightly disturbed to see Vicious waiting calmly for him. "This is the end, Spike," Vicious growled. In a mad rush for his enemy, Spike fired off one clip and reached for his other gun. Vicious knocked it out of his hand with his sword, and Spike was forced to dive for the gun. He reached it, but not before Vicious also reached his side. This scene...it had happened before...
"Well, well. Doesn't this look familiar? Yeah, this is just how you looked before you fell out of that church the last time we fought. The drop is quite a substantial one this time, though, Spike. I'm not sure you could outlive me if you tried to pull a stunt like that again," Vicious sneered.
"In fact, if I remember correctly, you had come to save that woman. Faye Valentine, right? Since Julia is dead now, I suppose I'll need a new lover, eh? With you finally out of the picture, she'll need someone to look after her, don't you think?"
Memories flashed through his mind. It was all Faye's fault he had ended up in that church. But when he regained consciousness it she had been there. She had taken care of him after his little run in with the crazed French assassin, too. What the hell? This was no time to be contemplating some sort of romantic future with that screaming, foul-mouthed, selfish, helpless, intelligent...beautiful ...Faye.
"What's wrong, Spike? Getting jealous? Don't worry, I'll take good care of your little woman." Vicious glared down at Spike and prepared to sink his sword deep into his enemy.
"That smirk is unbecoming, Vicious." Spike smiled and pulled the trigger.