Sorry for taking so long everyone. I've been on vacation! Again... But I'm still not home yet, so I'll have to wait some more until I can start posting these as a different story. Just work with me here, please? Anyway, here's another chapter.
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Faye had calmed down, finally excepting the fact that some people just looked like each other. Although there were just a few facts like the age of the boy and Spike's past that she didn't really trust, she trusted Spike more. That would probably be her downfall. Spike was slightly irritated at almost everyone on the Bebop except for his son, but he'd get over it.
With a sigh, Faye stood and stretched before walking from her room to the kitchen. Jet was nowhere to be found, which didn't seem to surprise her. He spent even more time these days with his bonsai than he used to. And that was scary enough all on its own. Pulling the refrigerator open, she frowned when she found that there wasn't much to eat. Her stomach then growled, as if to push her to start looking harder.
Faye obeyed her belly as she bent down, ungracefully rummaging through the machine. She finally emerged with two-day old spagetthi. Without wasting much time, she slammed the refrigerator door and slid the plate into the microwave. It was then that she felt someone wrap a hand around her own. Looking down, she found that it was Gage, her son.
She smiled at him and offered a few words, "Hey, what's up?" The boy shrugged before finally asking what all the yelling was about. "Nothing really, sweetie, I just got kinda worked up over nothing," she offered him a smile and squeezed his hand reassuringly before letting go. The microwave suddenly dinged, destroying the quiet atmosphere.
"Where's Ed at anyway?" Faye asked, knowing how her son usually hung around the older girl. He had an odd obsession with computers. Luckily, that obsession wasn't as great as Edward's. "You get three guesses," the boy said, watching as his mother opened the microwave and grabbed her food.
Gage reached over and pulled a drawer open, grabbing a fork and handing it to Faye. She managed another smile as she took the object from him and walked out of the kitchen. He was following her, but not saying anything. She guessed that he would branch off down one hallway or another. Or he could follow her until she reached the living room and go stare over Ed's shoulder for an hour or so.
However, she didn't reach the living room before she heard someone bounding down the hallway. She pressed her back to the wall instinctively and was surprised when she saw Spike instead of Ed emerge from around a corner. "Oh boy, what now?" she asked, more to herself than to Spike. "Bounty," he answered simply.
"But you just-Spike! Has your wound even healed from the last one?" Faye asked, a little exasperated. He shook his head. "Money's gone. We need food," he nodded toward her plate, "as you can probably tell." Faye sighed. He was right. Again. "Well, let me go with you. Who is this guy, anyway?" Faye then asked. Gage was listening intently, interested in the bounty heads his parents always went after.
Spike momentarily stopped to explain a little bit. "Gary something or other. He's been killing cops. I think that by now it's about fifteen dead. Ed has found a connection. The dead are all people that he was in training with. There's only one left alive. That's where he'll go next. Ed thinks that he'll be there tonight." "Where?" Faye then asked, her eyes narrowing. "Mars," Spike answered simply before he continued to walk down the hall, acknowledging Gage as he passed him.
Spike crouched beneath a window. That window belonged to the room that the last victim on Gary's list resided in. He had a gun in his hand and all he was waiting for was Gary to make his entrance. The cowboy had been there for about an hour. Faye was lying nonchalantly on the roof, her clothes matching its color. She was keeping an eye on their surroundings, watching for anything out of the ordinary.
She finally spotted a shadow moving slowly across the driveway. She spoke lowly into a radio, telling Spike that they might have something. Slowly and silently, Spike inched around to the edge of the house, peeking around to see a husky man crouching beside a car. He was dressed in black attire, much like Faye.
Standing, Spike whistled to get the man's attention. Gary leapt up, startled. He stared, wide-eyed, at Spike. The fuzzy-haired man flashed a sloppy grin at the younger man, walking over. "Mr. Artwen's personal body-guard. I believe you're on his property without permission," before Spike finished the sentence, he was already swinging a kick at the other man's head.
Much to his surprise, Gary was and to the side, only to swing a punch at the other man. Growling, Gary was violently jerked to one side as he was hit. However, that single strike did not cause him to fall completely quick. He ducked out of the way, flinging himself to the side. Vaguely, he heard the crunching of driveway rocks as Faye hopped from the roof to the ground.
Gary, a young man, came up, swinging a punch at Spike. In return, the bounty hunter swayed backwards. He jumped back up with surprising speed, sending a punch into Spike's gut. "Not quite as fast as you used to be, huh Mr. Spiegal?" Gary pulled a gun from his back pocket. "Don't move, Faye. And I'd suggest not trying anything. My boss has told me all about you two."
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Well, what do you think as a second chapter? Please review!!!
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Faye had calmed down, finally excepting the fact that some people just looked like each other. Although there were just a few facts like the age of the boy and Spike's past that she didn't really trust, she trusted Spike more. That would probably be her downfall. Spike was slightly irritated at almost everyone on the Bebop except for his son, but he'd get over it.
With a sigh, Faye stood and stretched before walking from her room to the kitchen. Jet was nowhere to be found, which didn't seem to surprise her. He spent even more time these days with his bonsai than he used to. And that was scary enough all on its own. Pulling the refrigerator open, she frowned when she found that there wasn't much to eat. Her stomach then growled, as if to push her to start looking harder.
Faye obeyed her belly as she bent down, ungracefully rummaging through the machine. She finally emerged with two-day old spagetthi. Without wasting much time, she slammed the refrigerator door and slid the plate into the microwave. It was then that she felt someone wrap a hand around her own. Looking down, she found that it was Gage, her son.
She smiled at him and offered a few words, "Hey, what's up?" The boy shrugged before finally asking what all the yelling was about. "Nothing really, sweetie, I just got kinda worked up over nothing," she offered him a smile and squeezed his hand reassuringly before letting go. The microwave suddenly dinged, destroying the quiet atmosphere.
"Where's Ed at anyway?" Faye asked, knowing how her son usually hung around the older girl. He had an odd obsession with computers. Luckily, that obsession wasn't as great as Edward's. "You get three guesses," the boy said, watching as his mother opened the microwave and grabbed her food.
Gage reached over and pulled a drawer open, grabbing a fork and handing it to Faye. She managed another smile as she took the object from him and walked out of the kitchen. He was following her, but not saying anything. She guessed that he would branch off down one hallway or another. Or he could follow her until she reached the living room and go stare over Ed's shoulder for an hour or so.
However, she didn't reach the living room before she heard someone bounding down the hallway. She pressed her back to the wall instinctively and was surprised when she saw Spike instead of Ed emerge from around a corner. "Oh boy, what now?" she asked, more to herself than to Spike. "Bounty," he answered simply.
"But you just-Spike! Has your wound even healed from the last one?" Faye asked, a little exasperated. He shook his head. "Money's gone. We need food," he nodded toward her plate, "as you can probably tell." Faye sighed. He was right. Again. "Well, let me go with you. Who is this guy, anyway?" Faye then asked. Gage was listening intently, interested in the bounty heads his parents always went after.
Spike momentarily stopped to explain a little bit. "Gary something or other. He's been killing cops. I think that by now it's about fifteen dead. Ed has found a connection. The dead are all people that he was in training with. There's only one left alive. That's where he'll go next. Ed thinks that he'll be there tonight." "Where?" Faye then asked, her eyes narrowing. "Mars," Spike answered simply before he continued to walk down the hall, acknowledging Gage as he passed him.
Spike crouched beneath a window. That window belonged to the room that the last victim on Gary's list resided in. He had a gun in his hand and all he was waiting for was Gary to make his entrance. The cowboy had been there for about an hour. Faye was lying nonchalantly on the roof, her clothes matching its color. She was keeping an eye on their surroundings, watching for anything out of the ordinary.
She finally spotted a shadow moving slowly across the driveway. She spoke lowly into a radio, telling Spike that they might have something. Slowly and silently, Spike inched around to the edge of the house, peeking around to see a husky man crouching beside a car. He was dressed in black attire, much like Faye.
Standing, Spike whistled to get the man's attention. Gary leapt up, startled. He stared, wide-eyed, at Spike. The fuzzy-haired man flashed a sloppy grin at the younger man, walking over. "Mr. Artwen's personal body-guard. I believe you're on his property without permission," before Spike finished the sentence, he was already swinging a kick at the other man's head.
Much to his surprise, Gary was and to the side, only to swing a punch at the other man. Growling, Gary was violently jerked to one side as he was hit. However, that single strike did not cause him to fall completely quick. He ducked out of the way, flinging himself to the side. Vaguely, he heard the crunching of driveway rocks as Faye hopped from the roof to the ground.
Gary, a young man, came up, swinging a punch at Spike. In return, the bounty hunter swayed backwards. He jumped back up with surprising speed, sending a punch into Spike's gut. "Not quite as fast as you used to be, huh Mr. Spiegal?" Gary pulled a gun from his back pocket. "Don't move, Faye. And I'd suggest not trying anything. My boss has told me all about you two."
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Well, what do you think as a second chapter? Please review!!!