Session Five : Bloody Bounty

The elevator doors opened, revealing a man with a metal arm step out and walk at a steady yet brisk pace down a long hallway. His eyes darted towards the several doors that would pass him by.

"319...319..." the man whispered under his breath. "Damn! How much longer? This hallway is endless!" he cursed as he passed by several wall-sized mirrors that reflected his anxiety.

Jet finally paused before his desired door. " 'Bout time..." He gazed behind him at the camera that seemed to focus on him. Ed should have hacked into the system by now and shut down the security system. I just wish she had told me that this hallway was a mile long!

Grasping his gun, Jet opened the door and with the expertise of his former job, positioned himself, pistol in front of him. He relaxed when he noticed the waiting room he was standing in was empty. "Damn, did I get the wrong one?" The muffled voices the came behind the closed door in front of him proved otherwise.

Jet prepared himself yet again.

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Mr. Takeshi was standing by the window that served as his back wall. Gazing down at the scenery below, a sly grin cracked across his lips. He turned towards his lackeys, that intensity from before shining in his eyes.

"Hitomi, bring me the girl," he told the red-head who played his secretary. Standing over Faye, Hitomi harshly gripped her arms and hauled her up. Depositing her on Mr. Takeshi's chair, she took her position once again over Faye. It was then that Faye first took notice of the gun she held.

Takeshi grinned at her. Faye glared at him and would have spit at him too if it wasn't for the tight cloth that was wrapped around her face and head.

The bulky body that was guarding Spike tightened his iron grip on his shoulder. Spike tried in vain to shake him, realizing that his fluid moves were useless when his limbs were bound. He couldn't even tell them off. Damn it! Where's Jet?

"Don't worry so much, Will," Takeshi told his other lackey. "Leave him there. He can't do anything tied up. Go to the waiting room and lock the door so we won't be disturbed." His sights turned toward Faye upon saying his final words.

Spike tried to escape again only to be bashed on the head by Will's rock like fist. Faye, desperately concerned for him, grunted out in fury and pain for him and almost knocked herself out of the chair she was in. Mr. Takeshi took notice of that and grabbed Faye's chin, forcing her to turn towards him. "I'll make sure you watch him die," he said and kissed her cheek.

Faye shrieked out her anger as best as she could. Hitomi quickly silenced her with the gun she held towards her head just as Will exited to the waiting room.

Now that brick head's gone...Spike revealed his small switchblade he hid under his sleeves and began to untie himself while Mr. Takeshi and Hitomi were distracted by Faye. About time your screaming did us some good.

As if mentally hearing his thoughts, Faye turned towards Spike and gave him a glare more menacing than Mr. Takeshi's. Their silent stare off was soon interrupted with the sounds of struggling in the waiting room. They were followed by a gun shot.

Mr. Takeshi glared at the door just as Jet busted through it, gun in hand pointed at the so called counselor. "Everyone get down and quietly come with me," he said.

Faye beamed at her savior, but the barrel of the gun that threatened to blow her head up made her recoil back to her seat.

"Put your gun down," Mr. Takeshi said. "Or I'll have the girl shot!"

Jet seemed taken back by his words. "Actually, I really don't care if you shoot her..."

Faye screeched once again, ignoring the sharp, cold metal that stung her skull. Those bastards! Even after I risked my ass for this bounty, they're willing to...Assholes!

"Jet!" said a familiar voice to his left. Spike was removing the remains of the rope that were around his legs and ankles. The cloth that had silenced him for so long was thrown aside.

"Spike?"

"It's about fucking time you showed up we almost-"

"NOW!"

Bang!

The gun shot echoed after Mr. Takeshi's command. For a blinding moment, Spike was unable to tell who had shot who until he felt a wet sensation on his face. Actually it was more like rain. Rain doesn't happen indoors.

The thud to his right showed him what happened. His partner, Jet Black was on the floor, a crimson veil quickly consuming his body. Spike's eyes widened at the sight, his body becoming numb, his senses failing him, unable to warn him that he was next. Hitomi had the gun pointed straight for his heart.

Damn idiot! Move! Faye mentally screamed but she knew it was useless. Spike was like an infant, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Either way, if Faye didn't do something quick, Spike would die as well and she would be alone again.

NO! Kicking herself up by using the floor, Faye thrust her weight on the back of the chair and crashed into Hitomi, crushing her under the chair and its added weight. Faye saw she fell unconscious. But there was still Takeshi to worry about. Faye quickly turned to see where he went. Her eyes widened as she saw him reach for the gun Hitomi dropped. He would kill Spike for sure!

It was all in slow motion. Takeshi stood up, gun in hand, already aimed at the crazy haired bounty hunter in front of him. Even though she was on the ground, Faye knew Spike still hadn't recovered from the shock of having his partner...his friend die right next to him.

Faye closed her eyes at the ear shattering bang as it forever echoed inside her. She heard a crack, then a shock wave of shattered of glass. Opening her eyes, she saw Mr. Takeshi, a crimson splatter on his suit, falling down. He was pushed through the window by a bullet someone gladly delivered to his black soul, glass pieces further cutting his skin, accompanying him to his trip to hell.

Spike...? Faye turned to see him walking towards her, Jet's gun in his hand. She gasped. The man who she adored yet agonized over, who she pondered on, her favorite enigma, who she loved...It pained her. It was tearing her apart, slicing into her skin...They were so beautiful yet...

Their eyes met and she saw nothing in them. Neither reflected anything. She would've been grateful is she had at least seen fury in them, or the thirst for blood but there was nothing, nothing but...

Faye closed her own eyes and looked away, trying to erase the vision of seeing tears in Spike Spiegel's eyes.

Whoa...hope you enjoyed that chapter! I'm really glad you all are reading and actually reviewing my story! But most of all I'm glad you all like it! Thank you all so much! Well I guess I'll see you guys later in the next update (which will come soon, okay? now that I no longer how band to worry about...muahahahahahaha...x.X) Okay, well thanks again and later!

P.S. I don't think I've put this but sadly...I don't own Cowboy Bebop...u.u