Eh, haven't done this in a while, havent' had internet capabilities for a while so I'm sorry this has taken so long for me to finish. Um, I don't own Cowboy Bebop or any of its characters, but I do own my other characters, Kahni and Garret. By the way, I'm still looking for anyone who is willing to do a portrait of Kahni and Vicious for me. Please let me know. Thanks and enjoy the beginning of the end…
The two men faced each other, both breathing hard and already wounded more than once. Spike could still feel Vicious' kunai in his stomach and Vicious shoulder and cheek burned where he was shot. Vicious held his arm slightly waiting for the next move, his foot on Spikes gun. Spike knelt before him grasping Vicious' katana.
"Julia ……is dead." Spike said at last. Vicious felt something in the pit of his stomach move, but it wasn't pity, it wasn't sadness, it was fear. Fear for Kahni.
"Let's finish this." Spike continued. Vicious stood stunned for a moment, regret and fear mixing like a poison in his mind. Kahni, I'm sorry, he thought, but what he said was
"As you wish." Then he kicked the gun and leaned down to pick up his blade as it was slid across from him, and sliced through Spikes stomach in the next instant, only to feel another burning hole strike through him, this one, fatal. Vicious fell to the ground face down, his katana clattering slightly away from him as Spike stepped back holding his stomach and bleeding badly.
Spike trudged down the stops slowly. He saw a figure, someone coming towards him. Julia? No, he wished for Julia but it wasn't her. He looked up, and barely distinguished the dark haired woman. Already dead, already gone, Spike gave a short laugh and raised his finger like a gun. He grinned As he pointed at the woman, just a shadow to his eyes now, and uttered his last breath.
"Bang."
Kahni started at him, a lump in her throat. He looked bad, the walking dead animated in front of her. He scared her more than Vicious ever had. Then he crumbled to the ground. She raised her eyes up to the still smoldering and ruined tower before her and stepped over Spikes body, running into the building tears blinding her.
Garret jumped out of his car and yelled, "NO, Kahni!"
Kahni ran through the front doors of the tower and gasped. The escalator had been completely demolished, bodies lie everywhere, dust and smoke still filled the air. She ran to the private elevators towards the back of the foyer praying they still worked.
Garret yelled and ran full out leaping up the stairs bypassing the other men still in shock at Spike's death. He made it inside and gritted his teeth, looking at the carnage around him. He came to his senses when he heard the distinct ding of an elevator. He knew where'd she be going; the throne room. He dashed forward.
Kahni's eyes burned from the smoke and tears that she fought back. He was alive, he had to be alive, she thought. He was stronger then Spike, much stronger. Damn, she shouldn't have left his side. Why had she been so jealous?!?
The elevator shuddered and jumped then stopped, throwing Kahni against it's right wall. She looked at the lighted panel before her. She was two floors short. She tried to get the door open but it wouldn't respond. Kahni pulled a knife from her boot and angrily tore the control panel off. She fiddled with the controls and wires until finally the doors opened barely. She pushed her way through them and made her way down the hall yanking open the stair well door.
Garret found an alternate route around much of the destruction. He raced up the stairs to the fourth floor and took the service elevators that were attached to the back of the building. He prayed he'd get there first.
Kahni ran down the hall her head and heart pounding, her throat and eyes burning. Please please, she begged silently. Finally she reached the doorway and stared at the horror in front of her. She collapsed to her knees and stared at Shin's still form. Her breath ragged her chest heaving, something broke inside of her and her eyes flashed.
She stood slowly her face like stone her eyes like flint. She walked forward in a haze like she was dreaming or sleepwalking. She picked her way through the rubble until she could see his body. A whimper escaped her throat as Garret came around the corner nearly stepping on Shin's arm. He jerked back startled then looked up at Kahni.
Kahni continued to climb until she stood over Vicious' body. He was face down, his sword inches from his hand. Blood, there was so much blood. The moon cast dark shadows about them, making his silver hair look sickly yellow. She knelt down, laying her hands, one on his back and one on his hair. She twined her fingers in the thick soft hair, as sobs started to shake her body. Garret approached her cautiously, never coming close enough to disturb her.
Kahni grabbed Vicious' shoulder and arm and with difficulty tried to roll him over. Finally after her third try Garret stepped forward sliding his hands under Vicious chest. He looked directly at Kahni, only at her, not daring to look at his master's dead face. Kahni stared at Garret for a moment until he helped position his master's head onto her lap. Kahni sat there and stroked h is head, his hair. The rain started again, a soft rain, making the cut on his cheek start to bleed once more. She lifted a piece of silver hair from his eyes.
She cried and cried. Garret stood behind her facing up at the glaring moon, through the broken observatory roof, the light rain melting away his reserves. If he had stayed, if he had been here, maybe, maybe…
Kahni sniffed and tried to clear her throat but something still hard and thick clogged it. Garret turned and saw her starring at the far side of what was left of the room. A bird sat there. A bird with silver white feathers and eery eyes stared at them. If fluffed its feathers and stepped back under some rubble to keep the rain off it's back. Kahni seemed mesmerized. She tried to stand but fell back to her knees. Garret grabber her on her second attempt and steadied her. She gained some composure and started forward toward the bird. Garret thought of stopping her but didn't have the heart to, though he knew they should be leaving. She looked so beautiful in the moonlight; so simple, so innocent.
He finally sighed and turned to look down at his master. The man exuded strength even in death. Garret swallowed thinking any minute that Vicious would open his eyes and slay him for his recent thoughts of Kahni. Garret cleared his throat and turned to step away from the dead man when something caught his attention. A folded paper envelope stuck out of Vicious' breast pocket. Garret frowned puzzled. The man knew he was going into a life and death battle, so what could be so important to keep on his person all that time?
Garret now glanced at Kahni who now had lured the bird from its roost and it sat contentedly on her arm. Garret bent down over Vicious as he heard footsteps coming towards them quickly. He pulled the wet and bloody envelope from Vicious' pocket and stood pulling his gun in one motion. Two guards came into view as Garret back stepped to Kahni's side.
"Mr. Garret, we need to leave. Immediately. Please."
Kahni stoop up behind Garret, the bird stepping up onto her shoulder. The guards gasped slightly at the sight of the white bird on the raven-haired woman's shoulder. She stepped forward and raised her icy blue eyes at them. "Take Vicious out of here, then fine a secure place." The men looked at her and then to Garret and back again. Garret nodded. The two hesitated and then moved up to steps to take Vicious' body.
"Miss Kahni," Garret said quietly. He took her shoulder and guided her the way he'd come. Kahni stopped and Garret waited expecting her to turn around and say her goodbyes, but instead she reached for his arm and touched it lightly.
"Thankyou." She whispered.
"Miss Kahni, we have to go." Is all he could manage to say. She nodded and he led the way as she followed close behind.
Okay….this is not the end, I promise but whether I continue is whether or not I still have people interested. Please let me know kay? Thanks! AND THAT MEANS YOU YOU KAIBA STEALER! Uh…sorry bout that, just a little pent up writer angst….:P