AN: I do not own Cowboy Bebop and everytime I have to state this it makes my life a little more less live-able. HOW DEPRESSING. vv No this is not the last chapter but I do believe the next one might be... :X
As he reached the door he felt his heart speeding up, he has never had this type of sensation. His mind was cluttered with thoughts; 'Who could this be? Why are they here? Did they follow Faye? What if they hurt Faye? What if she dies in the middle of this?' Spike shook his head, he needed to clear his mind and prepare himself for whatever may be behind the door.
His hand was now around the doorknob, as he turned it he whipped open the door and pointed his gun to the right side and then to the left side. No one.
'What is going on?' he thought to himself.
Stepping out into the hallway of the apartment he looked both ways and saw the empty halls. He could've sworn someone had been out here, and just when he thought things were beginning to look clear someone fell from the ceiling and pointed a gun at Spike.
"I am a member of the Red Dragon and I am here to avenge the death of Vicious and now his sister Sylvia, do you have any last words before you're thrown into the depths of hell where you belong?" the man cloaked in black asked.
"Yeah, tell me what it's like when you get there," and with that Spike whirled around and kicked the man in the side and pulled the gun out of the man's hand.
Grabbing the man's arms he pulled them together and brought unbelievable force down on him, "Now tell me, are there anymore of you mother fuckers lurking around here?" Spike didn't exactly ask, he demanded.
The man said nothing so Spike began to pull on the man's arms, the man screeched and said, "Okay okay no there is no one else here, I came on my own when I had found out what happened to Sylvia."
"What a waste," Spike said as he let go of the man's arms and he fell to the ground. The man went into his coat to pull out his other fire arm but before he could even aim at Spike, Spike kicked the gun out of his hand.
The man stood up and began to back away from Spike. He really thought he could take on the infamous Spike Spiegel. He really didn't know what he was up against. He had heard stories about him, that he had faked death many times. The man reached into his jacket to pull out another weapon of choice.
'Man, this guy is really packing,' Spike thought to himself and smiled a bit, 'more the merrier.'
As the man began to bring out his weapon Spike brought his up and aimed it at the man's head and a shot rang through the halls.
Spike walked up to the dead man laying on the ground, 'What a waste, waste of space, waste of time...' Spike thought to himself.
Spike began to turn around and heard all the doors in the hallway shut. Had the entire floor seen this? He hadn't even heard the doors open, but I mean who would when you're not exactly paying attention to everything around you.
Faye had now exited Spike's apartment and stared at Spike who was holding the gun at his side. Running up to him she wrapped her arms around from behind.
"Are you alright?" She asked caringly.
Spike smiled, he wasn't use to this. He wasn't used to someone caring about him so greatly. He wasn't used to caring about someone else so greatly. But he could definitely get use to the feeling inside, it was warm. It felt like home if he had ever had an actual home, maybe Faye was his home.
Spiked turned around and enclosed his arms around Faye. Since when did Spike Spiegel have emotion, emotions like these that is. He thought he had gotten rid of them after Julia's death. He swore he would never let them gain control again because all they did was get in the way.
Spike looked down at Faye and saw she had her eyes shut.
'She looks so peaceful,' he thought to himself and then added, 'until she speaks...' He chuckled to himself.
"I'm fine," Spike said into Faye's hair.
Faye looked up at Spike and smiled, her eyes were glossy as if she was about to start crying.
"Don't cry you lunkhead," Spike said and touched the side of her cheek with the back of his hand.
Faye leaned into his hand and lightly tapped him on the shoulder, "Hey that's my nickname for you," Faye said and giggled a little.
He felt like he now depended on Faye, that she was the reason why he was living now. Spike Spiegel never depended on anyone. He had once and look where that got him, in a whole lot of shit. Spike had to kill that man incase he decided to try to take ahold of Faye, to take ahold of his happiness, his getaway, his home.