Disclaimer: Cowboy Bebop doesn't belong to me.
Yeah, I know I'm a fucker for killing Spike like that, but I like things to be different. So haha, I just figured it might be intriguing to do have Jet end Spike's life. So on with chapter 1.
Chapter 1
'Heh, that was three years ago…I wonder how Jet is doing now. I heard he resigned from bounty hunting and settled on Venus. He may even have a wife and kids already. Hah, I would like to see that,' thought Faye, as she strolled through the streets of Mars at the dead of the night towards the cemetery.
She walked slowly up to a neatly tended grave. On the tombstone was the name, "Spike Spiegel, it was a dream for me after all." In Faye's hand was a bouquet of deep crimson red roses, as if it were dipped in blood.
"Spike, it has been three years since you have died. I wonder how you are doing in purgatory. Knowing the arrogant bastard you are, who can almost survive through anything, I guess you must be having fun down there," Faye laughed lightly, her eyes gleaming with remembrance and tears.
"Stupid Lunkhead. These roses are very expensive, so you better enjoy them. There aren't many roses in this galaxy anymore. You're lucky that I've found a dozen of them. It cost me nearly half of my pay check. Well, I'm gonna go now. Say, 'Hi,' to Julia for me," Faye said, "After all these years, I think I can finally let go of you Spike. Rest in peace."
Faye left the cemetery and headed back to her apartment. She was no longer the same person she was three years ago. Things have changed for her. Faye now works as a dealer at the Lucky Charms Casino. She was well off. Life was finally getting back to normal, well…as normal as it can get for Faye. She occasionally got into fights at the bars and got a few guys trying to kill her for her swindling them. She didn't do it for the money but just for old time's sake.
Faye walked with a quick steady gait. It was getting cold and her thin spaghetti strap tank top wasn't helping much to warm her up. Her heels clicked and clacked through the empty streets. No one was out tonight, not even the local bums. Everyone was either at home or housed in some kind of club or bar to stay away from the lonely streets. Faye sure did feel lonely walking down the streets, but the streets can only go so far. It will eventually come to a stop and the loneliness can follow her no more.
"Damn, it's cold," she cursed to herself as she sped up a little more.
Thump The sound of a heavy object falling broke the rhythm of the click clacking heels and the sad lonely silence the streets offered. Seeing two men on her right in a dark alley, Faye hid herself in the shadows offered by the tall shabby buildings. 'Hmm…I wonder what they're doing here. Looks kinda interesting,' she thought.
"No one is gonna find him here," a deep masculine voice was heard, "If he doesn't die from his wounds, he'll die from the cold."
"Are you sure we should let him go like this? Our boss's order was to kill him and make sure he's dead," said the other guy with shrilly voice.
"If someone does save him, he must really be a lucky man. No one is walking on these streets, so I'll doubt he'll get help in time. I like to think of him dying a slow painful death," the other man answered.
"But…that's not our orders."
"Shut up. It's getting cold. Let's get out of here," the man with the masculine voice pulled the other man away from the alley. They got into their car and left with swirls of dust floating behind them. After the car has disappeared into the night, Faye emerged from the shadows. She walked up to the trail of blood leading to a big garbage bag. .
"Well I guess luck is on your side today mister," Faye said as she walked up to the bag, Opening the bag, all she could see was a mass of white hair with streaks of blood on it, making it look like he had red highlights.
"You're one god damn lucky guy to be saved by a gorgeous woman like me, "she muttered to herself as she closed the bag. Faye tried to pick the bag up but when she took a step with the bag in her arms, she just couldn't take the weight and dropped it. A faint muffled groan could be heard from inside the bag.
"I wouldn't complain if I were you. I can't help it if you need to lose some weight," she grunted as she tried to lift the bag up again. In the end, she decided to drag the bag home. Luckily for Faye, she was only twenty minutes away from her place.
~~~ Twenty minutes later at Faye's apartment ~~~
Faye closed the door behind her as she entered her apartment. 'Phew, that was tiring,' she thought as drops of sweat rolled down her face, 'Once he wakes up, I'm going to make sure he pays me back for helping him."
She opened the bag again. The stench of blood was overwhelming to her nose. 'Haven't inhaled this scent for a long time,' Faye thought. It brought back memories of her bounty hunting days. Faye pulled the body out of the bag. Two gunshot wounds were found on the man's right thigh and his left shoulder. The body was a mess; there was blood everywhere. His hair was plastered all over his face veiling his identity from Faye, so she didn't get a clear look at his face. Faye didn't even bother cleaning him up as she went to work removing the bullets from his body right away.
After bandaging his wounds, Faye cleaned the blood on the man's body away. As she got to his head, she wiped the blood from his hair revealing his hair to be a shiny silver, just like how the moon used to be. 'It's so soft. I must ask him what shampoo he uses to have hair this soft,' she thought as she gently brushed the hair away from his face.
"Oh my god. It can't be you!" she exclaimed looking at the face that belongs to man known as Vicious. After much debating on whether to kill the guy lying on the floor or not, Faye decided to take a shower call it a night and forget about Vicious for now.
A/N: I dunno where I'm going with this story. I forgot to note that if you're gonna review and say you hate the story so far, you must tell me WHY as well as in does it lack a flow or there's not main idea in the whole chapter at all or maybe it's just your own personal opinion. Can't improve upon myself and make it a better fic if you reviewers don't point out where is the problem.