Life Will Be What It Was
By Ryoko Kashino & Kitana blade studios
Hey all! Thank you so much for the kind words in your reviews! I noticed some new readers liked the story too! Thanks Lee! Okay I hope you guys like the newest addition to the story. Oh, yeah I forgot this in the last chapter, but I don't own bebop if I did vicious would be my love slave (what can I say I like the sickos maniacal laughter ensues: MUWHAHAHA)! So don't sue, I'm very poor! Remember: Karma always serves its purpose! I know I'm only posting one chapter but I'm stuck on chp 10, but it will be posted soon!! Thanks again
Chp 9 Cracked
The building was crammed in the heart of a deserted warehouse district on Mars. The weather was horrid on this planet, almost as if it was present day England. The past two days seemed to move at a snails pace. The cot Ayame lay upon felt worn. No longer stiff and hard, her head rested upon a warped and bunchy pillow. Her hand pressed against the gun she kept at her side. For the past twelve months she lived in fear for her life, while the only thing that kept her having a hard edge was that Marius needed to comeback.
Money wasn't a problem. The Red Dragon's still funded her research. No one came and threw around their power. Lessons had been learned. If they wanted results they got results. However, the powers that be made sure she was kept under their thumbnail. Marius was within her reach, but he was attached to a machine that would administer a mix of poisons to kill him within seconds. She cried herself to sleep every night. How could she want to go on if he wasn't by her side? Ayame took a deep breath and sat up. She held the gun in her hands and stared down the barrel for a second.
I could end all this. Without me nothing could go on. No more. None of this! He would waste away after I left. He wouldn't wake up. They'd just poison him and be done with it! All I have to do is pull the trigger, she told herself.
Tears streamed down her face. Her sorrow was at a point where she could no longer face the days. She was twenty five and nothing seemed to be holding her to this world. She moved her hand to release the safety, her hands began to tremble and tears fell harder from her eyes. Her sobs filled the room and soon escaped thru a small crack from the doorway. She had the gun pushed against her temple.
Larson, a passing guard heard the cries. He stopped and opened the door. There sat the person in charge. Her chest was pounding hard for breaths between sobs. She held a gun to her head. Busting thru the door the woman jumped at the sudden sound. Larson position his gun to aim at the gun in her hands. Her face was stained with streams of tears, her bangs pasted to her forehead and the white lab coat was bunched in her lap. Her misery translated well. She started to shake her head, "Don't stop me; there's nothing here for me."
"I can't let you do this." Larson voice came out authoratively.
"There's nothing for me here!" she screamed
"I thought you wanted to be with him again!" He shouted back at her.
"No! No, don't bring him into this! There is no way we can ever be happy!"
"You don't know that." Larson kept his hand steady as he talked to the insane girl.
"We'll never be left alone! We'll live as hunted beasts! I can't live that way! There's no way I can subject him to that; it wouldn't be fair!"
"You're a day away from him coming back to you! Do you think it's fair for him to never see you again?"
This is stupid and getting nowhere, he thought. She was talking to him great but he needed to get the gun out of her hand with out letting her kill herself. Damn it! Why the fuck do I always have to deal with the crazies?! Even when I was in the I.S.S.P., I got this shit, Larson told himself.
"Don't doubt that you can be happy. Anything is possible." Larson was reaching here; he needed to come up with a lie. Something, anything, just make sure this crazy bitch put down the gun. "I'll tell you what we're planning. Just put the gun down!"
The girl shook her head violently and took a deep breath, "Fuck off!"
"We're gonna sell them."
"What?!" she screamed.
"The humanoids, the heads of the dragons are gonna sell them; to the highest bidder. We're gonna keep the science of it. Keep the mass production to ourselves, and sell the products. Not only that but we'll keep some for our own purposes."
"You're a fucking liar!" Ayame pointed the gun at him, "Don't tell me this I don't want to know!"
"You won't be hunted. If we still have all the data, the labs, and the evidence? Tell me why the hell would they want you?"
Ayame stood there pondering this. Larson could see her considering the possibility. She was book smart but street stupid. Since when did the syndicate ever leave any loose ties? She and her giant toy would be executed the moment the syndicate got what it wanted. The gun was still pointed at him. He put his weapon into his holster and walked slowly towards her. Ayame ran a hand threw her hair; the light at the end of the tunnel seemed to come back. Her eyes whipped about in their sockets. Seeing the future, a wicked smile crossed her face.
Larson was two steps from her. When he lunged at Ayame, she still had her finger on the trigger and the sudden blur coming at her caused her to flinch and pull the trigger. Larson coughed and a few spurts of blood came from his mouth. He looked at the girl before him. His brow came together in a face full of pain. He touched his chest and then raised his hand into his view. Blood stained fingers, his lips quivered as he spoke, "How… you… I had a…oh god."
The man fell to the floor at Ayame's feet. She would've screamed but no terror came to her. A warm feeling came across her body. Not a bad sensation, but a good one. Something within her awoke. A determination, the world would be hers and Marius' for the taking. Nothing could ever stop them, nothing.
Small chuckles started from her lips and soon gigantic laughter filled the room and connected halls. Ayame's eyes fell to the man that was bleeding to death before her. The laughter became a hearty roar. She walked from the room, and drifted to the place where she belonged. Marius lay still with the various machines attached. She touched his cheek with the back of her hand. She placed small sweet kisses on his forehead and face. She stopped and looked at her created angel. Heaven had given her the power and abilities to create perfection. Heaven sent no, scientific perfection yes.
Ayame's words came out softly as she whispered against his lips, "Nothing else matters to me but you my darling. I was a fool to think I could leave you alone in this world." She paused and kissed his lips gently. "Don't ever doubt for a second that there isn't a thing I won't do for you, my love. I need you, I love you, once you're back in my arms I swear, everything will be alright."
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Ash Templeton rested in the room with two bodies waiting in cryo sleep. He didn't know why on earth the syndicate had saved His body. It was burnt badly and there was no regeneration process that he knew of that would repair it. Still, samples of its genetic make up were taken as well as the brain.
The new body floated in the silver tubular tank. The fluid surrounding the body, still an incredibly bright blue; while the other body floated with burnt skin particles floating about the fluid darkening it. He wanted to wretch every time his eyes glanced at the murky tank. His stomach made a huge disgusting sound. He bolted to his feet and ran towards the closest restroom. He'd barely made it to the sink as he lurched out his stomach contents. He quickly ran the water, breathing deeply he watched as the drain slowly empty. He washed his face, and hands then wiped his glasses off. He couldn't take much more of this.
The stress was going to kill him. He was a scientist. He should've easily been over this awhile ago. He attempted hypnosis, yoga, and many other futuristic and new age ways to try to get rid of his stress. Nothing had worked, here he was thirty five and looked fifty. The past few years with the syndicate had cause the premature aging. He was the only one left out of the full science department taken captive five years ago. His years as a brown nosing ass had worked to his advantage. Simply complying and false praises of genius had kept him alive. The past year is what really troubled him. Fifteen people had been killed because of that bratty bitch, Dr. Ayame Katsukida.
Yes, Dr. Katsukida, was a genius. He'd read all about the pint size scientist years ago. He had been awestruck when he learned of her project. Even more so when he'd finally met her last year. However, something in the woman changed. She'd been very shaky at first and now she was fierce as any junkyard dog. Something seemed weird between her and the humanoid that lay in drug endused coma. He couldn't place it. No one but that bastard Vicious and Katsukida knew the whole story. Not even the lackeys here knew the real plan. Rumors flooded the halls, break rooms and cafeteria. Pure lies. He wanted to get out of this place. He really needed away out. His only choice was death. Working for the syndicate there was no other way out. He didn't want to die! He knew his family was still out there.
Ash stood there staring at himself in the mirror before him. His once brown hair was sprinkled with white and gray, a few streaks of brown remained but nothing to prove he was still young, and not even near mid life. He sighed while he straightened his lab coat. He rubbed his eyes and then his checked his watch, 5:20 a.m. He had about hour left of sleep when he heard a loud gunshot followed seconds later by laughter. He ran to the door and peaked out. He saw Ayame walking down the further end of the hall. She turned the corner. Ash's heart quickened, he headed down to that part of the hall. He opened the door to her room. He saw a man dead on the floor. He ran in there and grabbed a gun from the body. He quickly hid the pistol in his lab coat pocket. The body's eyes stared blankly forward. Ash touched the bodies face and he could feel the heat leaving. Two men ran in and saw the doctor kneeling next to the body.
"What the hell happened?"
"I don't know. I just came in a few seconds ago and found him laying here." said the shaken doctor, his eyes filled with fear and sadness as they dragged him out of the room.