Title: When Death Comes To Play
Author: Beckzy
Dislclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop.
Chapter Seven
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Crimson Liquid
Love may come more than once, but there is only that one time when it's true.
"You do know you're loosing, right?"
"I wouldn't be if you stopped cheating."
"How dare you… I'm not cheating; I'm just much more experienced than you are."
"Blackjack doesn't require experience. It a game of chance and luck." Spike eyed his two cards in his hand with complete concentration, contemplating his next move. She smiled at his focused attention. "Hit me." She dealt him a card; he slowly turned it over. A smile graced his face not only seconds later. He set down his cards… an eight, a ten, and a two. "Twenty." He smiled at her as if he had won the lottery, but her face never faltered. She looked down at his cards and then placed hers down.
"Twenty-one." He looked over to her cards; a jack and an ace. He pouted as she took the pile of woolongs from the center of the table. "I told you Spike…"
"And just what did you tell me?" He had his head in his hand as he watched her place the woolong into her jacket pocket.
"You wouldn't win." She shuffled the deck as he lifted himself from his seat. "Where are you going? Didn't you want to have another go?"
"And loose what I have left? No thanks Faye." She watched as he slowly walked to the door.
"Well, your loss." She yelled after him. She shuffled the deck some more and placed it on the table they had been playing on. She picked up the first card in the deck… an ace of spades.
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Faye walked into the busiest part of the city. She had her hands behind her head as she walked down the restless sidewalk. It was the sun was setting in the distance, she had spent most of the day cheating Spike out of his money, but now she was in search of new game. She walked passed a casino and looked inside. It was fairly large with many people. She walked into the doors and was greeted with the sound of ringing, money rustling, and people laughing. As she walked deeper into the casino she found a blackjack table. Just the game she was looking for.
She walked out of the casino in anger. She had lost all her money in one go, and to add to that she was out of cigarettes. So she was flat broke, she had no nicotine, what else could go wrong today. Crack! She tripped forward stopping herself with her other foot, only to trip backwards onto her behind.
"Damnit!" She sat on the ground pouting as people tried to walk around her. She looked over to her foot; her heal had broken. So her day could get worse.
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She walked barefooted up the syndicate stairs with her shoes in hand. Night swallowed the sun's light. She walked into the syndicate and looked over to a clock that hung above the front desk as she walked. It was still early… 7:31. She walked up the stairs and into her room. Throwing her shoes into the corner, she began to look through her drawers for some sweatpants and a tank top. With success she clothed herself and walked out of her room.
She was headed towards the weight and exercise room. When she entered it was dark, but she could see his outline standing near the windows that reached to the top of the ceiling and down to the floor. His chest was bare and she could see the glare of sweat on his back as he breathed. The room was graced by a bluish glow from the city lights. His hands were spread out over the railing near the window; she could see him grasping it as if he would die if he did otherwise. Slowly and quietly she approach him, he never looked at her and she didn't look at him. They just stood together in silence. She wrapped her arms around herself as she spoke.
"It's beautiful." She smiled as she touched the windows cold surface. He didn't say anything, she knew how he was, but he did look over to her; his silver hair hiding his eyes. She was beautiful. He looked back out the window and watched at the cars below drove by and watched as people walked through the streets. He was brought out of his daze as two arms wrapped themselves around his neck. He felt her body press against his own. He looked straight at the wall as she rested her head against his chest. His arms hung limply by his side, but he felt them rise as if couldn't control them. And then he was holding her. He never looked at her, yet he saw everything. He pulled her closer so he could feel her heart beat against his flesh as she slowly ran her hand through his hair.
With love comes death
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The bar was empty yet some men sat along the back drowning away the world in cheap liquor.
"So where's the girl?" Spike asked as he sipped the scotch in his glass. Julia was on his right side drinking a glass of vodka. Her dress reached just above her knees and its dark brown color matched well with her complexion.
"She's coming." Vicious was to his left. Spike had invited them for a drink. Julia had apologized to Spike for beginning mad. She thought there was something going between Faye and him. What made her think that; who knows? Vicious sipped his drink with an emotionless face as the smoke from Spikes cancer stick floated his way. The doors to the bar opened and in stepped Faye. She had her hair up with a few strands falling around her face. Her dress was tight and reached well above her knees. It had small slits on the sides and the top fell off her shoulders, leading to long sleeves; it was black in color. All the men turned as she walked in; some even whistling. Spike caught a glimpse of her form walking towards the group. She really did look amazing. She approached Vicious and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek; instantly everyone who had been staring, gazed elsewhere. There wasn't anyone who didn't know who Vicious and Spike were and they were right to fear them. He didn't look at her as she sat down on the stool next to him.
"Bloody Mary." She waited for the bartender to return with there drinks.
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She was bored and sleep began to invade every inch of her body. She stood from the stool and gulped down the rest of the drink.
"I'll be back." She walked through a small hall and then into the ladies restroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked awfully tired and her hair began to frizz. She had only drunk two Bloody Marys so she wasn't that drunk, but she felt strange. She took one last look at herself in the mirror and pouted as she left through the door.
"Hello… Miss Valentine." She looked up shocked to see a mans face. His smile filled every inch of her body with fear. She looked at him… who the hell is this guy, she thought. He walked closer to her and pinned her wrists to the wall next to her as she tried to walk in the other direction. "What a shame… to waste such a beautiful body like your own. Maybe we could have a little… fun before I have to kill you" He looked her up and down and smiled wider at her stern appearance. He lowered his face down to her own.
"You White Tiger scum…" She only managed a few words before he pressed his lips with her own. She struggled against him but couldn't move as he pressed her legs against the wall with his own.
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Vicious removed himself from the stool. Something wasn't right… she had left over ten minutes ago she should have been back by now.
"Where you going?" Julia asked as she held Spike by the arm. Vicious didn't say a thing as he walked away from the bar. Julia looked at him with a pout. "What's wrong with him?" Spike looked around the bar. Something or someone was watching them. He didn't feel right.
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Why could she fight him off? Fear filled every inch of her body as he tightened his hold on her wrist. She could feel them bruise beneath his rough hands; she struggled harder but with no successes. She her eyes opened as she felt him release her; hand were around the back of his neck. He chocked out in pain as his head was jerked forward and slammed into the wall beside her. Her eyes widened as she tripped into the corner watching that man on the ground crying out in pain. Vicious grabbed his face and lifted him up with one hand as he dug his fingers into the mans flesh. Blood ran down his hand as he dropped the corpse onto the floor beneath him.
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Blood mixed with cool water as it trickled out of the faucet. Faye sat on the long bathroom sink of the men's room in silence as she watched Vicious wash his enemy's blood from his hand. She couldn't tell what he was think as she stared at him. His looks never gave away anything. He turned off the faucet and wiped his hands clean with a paper towel.
"Vicious?" She eyed him down for a while and waited for a response, but when nothing came; not even a look, she called him again. "Vicious." This time it was more of a statement. He turned and looked at her; her face showing nothing but concern. She jumped off of the sink and walked over to him. She placed looked up at him and nothing more was said as she kissed him. He grasped her tightly and she responded by doing the same. She had him against the wall on the far end of the bathroom.
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Julia watched as Spike sipped his drink with easy. She played with his hair as he inhaled on his cigarette. She placed her head in between his neck and graced it with warm kisses; he exhaled. The doors swung open and the sound of gun shots filled the room. Spike threw Julia to the ground and removed his gun as the five men shot anyone and anything in sight. Bodies fell as Spike shot; two of them had run into the bathroom as he killed the other two. Now only one was remaining in the same room. He removed himself from the ground and shot into the shadows. A man stumbled to the ground his gun falling to the floor. He knew something was right from the beginning.
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Vicious placed his hand on her thigh as there kisses got heated. She caressed his neck with her hand as the other one rubbed his back. The door of the restroom slammed opened, followed by the sound of gunshots. Vicious's eyes widened as did Faye's. Pain struck through every inch of her body as she felt the bullets enter her body, but never leave. Vicious threw her into one of the open stalls as two bullets entered through his shoulder and leg. Everything happened so fast. Then the shooting stopped.
"Vicious, we have orders to take you in. So either you come quietly or we will hav…" The man's voice faded from his ear as he looked over to the stall where Faye now laid. Blood poured from three bullet wounds that entered into her chest and stomach. Her eyes were closing as a puddle formed on the floor next to her. Tears formed on the edges of her eyes as she looked away from her bloody chest to him. They both felt it; she could see the fear in his eyes as her tears did fall. She could feel the pain radiating through her entire body. Before the pain was nothing more than something that came with the body, but now it hurt not just physically, but on the inside. She knew what was happening and this was exactly why both of them were afraid to fall in love.
"I love you." Her voice wasn't anymore than a whisper, but he heard it. He looked back to the two men before him. Anger rose beneath his flesh as he removed two guns from under his coat. He began to fire at the men; their bodies falling to the floor as the bullet entered into them. He kept firing into their remains long after they had died. Spike ran through the door with his gun held out near his face, but it quickly fell to his side as he watch his friend shooting the lifeless individuals before him. He looked under the stall to another limp body; a pool of crimson liquid stained her form. He looked back to Vicious who shook as the last bullet flew from his gun; he dropped them to the floor and stared at nothing. So this is what it feels like to loose.
ILLUSIONS ARE THE GREATEST FLAW
Authors Note: What do u think so far? The next few chapters are definetly going to have more Spike and Faye, I just had to break the ice for Vicious and Faye first. Thanks for the reviews! Bye for now!