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Seriously I don't own Cowboy Bebop…so don't sue…;) (Blah Blah) Reminiscing
Chapter 4: The Note
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Assessing that no one was there, she cautiously walked to the door and picked up the paper and unfolded it…
On with the show:
There was a sloppy note written on the paper.
'Don't follow in your parents' footsteps…
Be wise, leave now!
A friend
"Who the hell…" Celeste read the note twice to be sure it said what it said. It was signed 'A friend' who was that? How did they know about her parents? How did they know what had happened to them? And how did they know about her doing a job for the Red Dragons?
Whoever wrote the note obviously had done their homework. Celeste had no friends here, or anyone who would give a damn about her.
She went back to the kitchen and returned the steak knife to the holder. "What is going on?" Celeste asked herself.
She decided to leave the note alone…for all she knew, that note was just a prank that some kid was playing on her. The comment about her parents was really getting to her though. The person who wrote the note can't have known about her family, and it would have been an absolute coincidence had they guessed.
No one from the Red Dragons would have written the note, because they wanted her to do the job for them. Then the thought of the person who wrote the note being the same person who ransacked her apartment, and she gasped… "Can't be…he found me again?" Celeste couldn't shake off the feeling she was being watched.
("Celeste, you know I love you…don't you?" asked Philip quietly. "Whatever Phil…how am I supposed to trust you now…?" Celeste answered while spitting in his face. "I did what I needed to…you of all people should understand why I needed to do it…" Philip said, calmly wiping the spit off of his face. "You killed my parents! You bastard! Why are you doing this? What did they pay you, huh?" Celeste couldn't help but scream these last words.
"You don't need to know what the White Tigers paid me…although it was a hefty sum, I might add…" Philip said with a cold edge on his voice. "Why don't you fight me…? Why don't you untie me and fight like a man, you petty piece of shit!" For that Celeste got a hard slap in the face. She was getting seriously hostile at the situation that she had gotten herself into about 14 hours ago. Without a bathroom break or sleep…she had had enough, but she wouldn't break, she needed to stay strong no matter what he did.)
Celeste shuddered with a foul taste in her mouth. She had done so well to forget…or so she thought. She had escaped although narrowly, evidenced by the scars on her body. She had been shot three times. Phil wasn't there when she escaped…she had been able to charm one of her guards into letting her use the restroom. She hadn't gotten away without a fight.
Celeste felt her chest and abdomen where the scars were. They were scars that she had kept…to remind her of what she went through, and what she was capable of.
She breathed a heavy sigh. She told herself she was trying to forget, but then why did she keep the scars? She had the opportunity and the money to have them removed…so what was she doing to herself.
The phone rang, yanking Celeste out of her reverie and planting her firmly in reality. She picked up the phone and steadied her voice. "Hello?" she asked.
"Celeste? Is that you?" It was Vicious. "Yes." She said shortly. "You were shaky last night and I wanted to make sure you weren't backing out of the deal." Vicious said. "Of course not…I acted rash and I want you to know that it will never happen again." Celeste said honestly. She wasn't going to let it happen again. "Good, because you know that we will not have a shaky, emotional woman doing hits for the Red Dragons." Vicious said forcefully. " I wouldn't do that, and you can count on me to complete the job." She said coldly.
"See you at 9:00 tonight." Vicious said ending the conversation and hung up before Celeste could say anything else. "What a cold bastard…" Celeste said under her breath after hanging up the phone.
Celeste needed to relax, she had a huge job to do later on. She went to the bathroom and started the water in the tub. She added her favorite bubble bath, took off her clothes and stepped into the tub. She began to relax immediately when she sat down. The water was calming and she felt all of her muscles begin to unclench.