Hello joyous readers...sorry for the wait in updating...as you will have noticed, the description of the story has changed becasue i thought that it need abit more description of the actual plot...you've probabaly all guessed who else isnt dead...but ill let you read to confirm your thoughts...this chapter is abit longer by like 2,000 words or sumfin so thats good anyway...ill leave you to your reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop...if i did, would i be having to wirte this crappy thing...no becasue the show would still be going!
Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team
We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it
- Fall Out Boy - Sugar we're going down
Chapter 3: Once Again
Edward floating, two words that were often associated with each other. She kart wheeled in mid-air while her shadow named Ein, ran
through the air. She floated to the door which opened into the bridge and floated through. She found the button and turned off the anti-
gravity and plopped on the floor. She heard a "Ow" come from the other room as someone fell on their arse from her sudden push of
the button. "That sounds like Spike-person." The young tomboy said turning to her shadow. The dog barked in agreement and they set
off for the kitchen. Sure enough, there was Spike, standing up and rubbing his arse where it was sore from the fall, the nearly burnt out
cigarette still hanging loosely from his mouth. "SPIKE-PERSON IS BACK!" Ed said squealing with joy and running up to him and
hugging him, making the cigarette in his mouth fall from it and onto the floor.
"Hey Ed." Spike said gruffly, prying the child off of him.
"When did Spike-person get back?" Ed asked.
"Last night." Spike said scratching his head and picking up the cancer stick off of the floor and disposing of it. It was of no use to him
now.
"Edward bets Faye-Faye was happy to see Spike person. She was all moody and grumpy and sad when Spike-person left." Ed said,
dropping her tone of voice to a sad one but then immediately perking up and beaming at Spike. "But now Faye-Faye will be happy
again!"
"Sorry to burst your bubble Ed, but Faye-Faye hates my guts at the moment."
"Oh well. She will soon like you again!" Ed said, not really caring much and switching off into her own world. She buzzed off,
pretending to be a spacecraft, Ein running after the child.
Spike shook his head and wondered off out to where the familiar mustard yellow couches lay. He plopped onto the biggest one and fell
into a deep slumber.
She flicked a chip casually and lazily onto the table. "Hit me." She said. "Bust." The dealer said. She growled and turned around and
wondered off to the casino bar where she plopped down on one of the stools. Realising she had no money she turned to the guy next to
her and leaned over, her breasts practically falling out of her top in front of him. "What'll it be madam?" The gentleman asked.
"Brandy would be lovely." She said fluttering her eyelashes flirtatiously. She knew how to get what she wanted when it came from men.
A glass of cooled brandy was placed in front of her and she downed it, a much needed drink she thought.
Brandy after brandy led to things. Things that Faye wasn't quite sure she knew what she was doing. Before she knew it, the gentleman
who had been buying her drinks and herself were in a bathroom cubicle, his lips all over hers…drunk passion taking over.
CRASH! Spike awoke to the sound of Faye bashing into the table and knocking a glass over. She giggled slightly before moving on to
her room, not thinking that she had woken anyone. She was death to the world around her. He watched her as she continued to tip-toe
across the metal floor. "Busy night Faye?" Spike said, amusement in his voice. She jumped and spun around. "Don't do that!" She said,
her anger towards him was still intact, drunk or sober.
"Well you shouldn't have woken me up." Spike said stretching his arms, making his joints click. "So did you have a rough night Faye,
you shorts are on backwards." He chuckled.
"At least I can get some." She said something coming over her that really didn't usually, it was like she was proud that she had just had
sex with some random stranger and that Spike needed to know.
"And you're saying I can't." He said smugly, challenging her as she gave the impression she was trying to compete against him.
"That's my point exactly." She said before muttering under her breath, "Only girl you've ever slept with was probably Julia." As you can
tell, Faye really wasn't one of the nicest people when drunk. She always brought up certain things from the past that would hurt the
person she was talking to.
"What did you say?" Spike said, hissing slightly at what he had thought he had just heard her say,
"I said, the only person you've probably ever slept with is Julia! But she's dead! So guess your never gonna get some!" Faye said,
speaking loudly as if he was death.
"Shut it you slut." He said hurt by what she was saying. Sure he knew Faye was angry at him and sure he knew that when she was
drunk, she was a nasty bitch but some things were just not meant to be brought up, i.e. Julia.
"You call me a slut! HA!" Faye gave out a bark of a laugh. "Take a look at the girl you were with Spike. She was supposed to be with
Viscous, she claimed her love for him, yet she was sleeping with his best friend at the same time! Now she's what I would call a slut!"
Faye said. She didn't have anything against Julia, but she knew that it would hurt Spike, and maybe be enough to make him ignore her,
even her drunk self knew this plan.
Spike was silent, fuming in emotional state. Faye, feeling she had won, turned sharply around and walked off to her room.
BANG! Faye stopped dead in her tracks. He had fired on her. The bullet had narrowly missed her shoulder. She turned around, fear
obvious on her face, the alcohol inside seemed to have wasted away and all of a sudden, she knew everything that was going on. There
was Spike, his Jericho pointing towards her like she was the enemy. She turned and ran, just simply ran. Fear had taken over her and
she didn't want to see what happened if she stayed. Spike ran after her. She was not going to get away from him. She had insulted him,
fair enough, she did that often enough, but to insult Julia, she was going to pay.
He was faster than her, as the male species often was against females. A corner was coming up and taking the moment, he fired again
and grazed her shoulder. She cried out in pain and her pace slowed down. He reached out and pinned her against a wall, the Jericho
aimed at her head. "Don't you EVER fucking say that AGAIN!" Spike said in a deadly tone with only certain words being hissed,
making Faye tremble in his grip.
"Did I hurt you Spike? Did I grab your heart and wench it out when I said those things about Julia. Did it feel that bad?" Faye said, her
anger returning but fear still standing its ground. Spike just fumed. "WELL NOW YOU KNOW HOW IT FUCKING FEELS TO
HAVE YOUR HEART TORN OUT! NOW YOU KNOW HOW MUCH FUCKING PAIN IT CAN CAUSE! NOW YOU
KNOW HOW YOU MADE ME FEEL WHEN YOU LEFT, NOT GIVING A DAMN ABOUT HOW I FELT ABOUT YOU
WALKING INTO DEATH!" She said, screaming her words at him. Jet heard the screaming and was racing down the hall to see the
scene where he stopped dead. Edward and Ein soon also appeared at Jet's heels.
Spike's face changed from anger to shame. "SO DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING HAVE AGO AT ME WHEN I MENTION
JULIA! BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO FUCKING RIGHT AFTER WHAT YOU PUT ME THROUGH!" She pushed him away and
stormed off to her room, leaving a confused Jet, a guilty Spike and a sleeping tomboy and her dog.
"Sir! Excuse me sir! You haven't paid for your treatment! SIR!"
BANG! He wasn't one for using guns, but it was the only weapon he found in the pesky hospital, his katana missing.
The young receptionist slid down the wall, a trail of blood from the bullet that was wedged in her head, leaving a trail.
The mysterious man stepped over her legs and walked out of the hospital, not one person standing in his way. He smirked grimly and
stepped out onto the busy streets of Mars. His silver hair was neatly and elegantly swaying to and fro in the gentle breeze, showing
passers by that grin which was still planted on his face. He was dressed in all black, having found his clothes in a neat pile, and washed
from the blood that had stained them a few months ago.
He placed the gun in his trousers before walking off to his destination, one of the tall skyscrapers in the middle of Mars. He stopped as
he heard the familiar engines of a ship which he had grown to recognise and hate. He looked up and saw a red flash speed through the
night air of Mars. The Swordfish. So Spike was alive, aswell as himself. His grin widened and he continued his journey his destination.
"How God has played out our lives Spike Spiegel, is a mystery to us both." The man said as the icy cold wind hit his body, but he
wasn't affected by it, but continued to go against it.
Jet stood over the package that lay in front of him. "Faye! Get your ass here now!" He said though the communicator. Faye moaned
and 5 minutes later was standing in front of him. "What Jet?" She said, annoyed at the fact that she had to move from her very
comfortable position on her bed.
"This came for you." He said pointing at the package on the table.
"I'll be going now." She said, trying to escape like she always did when a package with her name on it appeared on their doorstep. Jet,
knowing this would be her reaction however, grabbed hold of the back of her shirt and pulled her back before she could escape.
"You're not going anywhere. Now open the god damned package."
"Fine." Faye said gruffly and knelt down and opened the package very carefully. She sighed a sigh of relief when the package didn't
explode and kill her. Instead she saw a load of paper and pulled it out to reveal a disc of some sort. What the hell? She thought. She
handed it over to Jet who put it in the computer to play it. No image came up; just a simple voice rang out from the computer. "Faye
Valentine, you are in danger. Meet me outside a bar named Laufer 7 tonight at midnight. Come alone. I'll know who you are but you
won't know who I am." Then it bleeped out.
Faye and Jet looked at each other confused by what they had just heard. "I'm not going." Faye said folding her arms over her chest.
"It's probably a trap."
"But what if it's not?" Jet said. "What if you are actually in danger?"
"Jet, I cleared my debts remember! It has to be a trap."
"Well I say you go, and then I'll be in the bar and able to keep an eye on you."
"But what if it goes wrong?" Faye said, she really wasn't prepared to die just for Jet's curiosity.
"It won't go wrong. Spike will be there-"
"No he won't be there. I don't want him being anywhere near me at the moment." Faye said cutting Jet off.
"Look Faye. You're going to have to cut him some slack. He has been through a lot." Jet said.
"Oh, and I haven't? I'm not even supposed to be in this lifetime Jet but you don't see me moping around about it…or going and
shooting people who are your friends!"
"Faye-"
"No Jet! If you want me to do this then Spike is coming nowhere near me. That's the deal." Faye crossed her arms over her chest. Jet
sighed heavily, giving into the persistent female that stood before him.
"Fine. I just thought it may be safer with him there."
"Well I don't." Faye said, knowing full well that if he was there, she would probably end up shooting him or vice-versa, him claiming
that it was the villain. "Let's get going then! You know how busy traffic is going into Mar's late-district." And with that she turned on her
heel and walked off to the ship-bay, Jet striding behind her.
Sitting down on the stool in front of the bar, he signalled for the barman to come near him and serve him. The bartender walked over,
cleaning a glass with a dirty white cloth. "Whisky." Was all Spike said. The bartender nodded in acknowledgment and placed the glass
he was cleaning on the counter in front of him, grabbed a bottle of malt whisky from under the bar and poured it into the glass. Placing
the bottle back under the bar, he put 2 cubes of ice into the glass and walked off to serve someone at the other end of the bar. He
sighed heavily and circled the rim of the glass with her finger. God how he hated women with attitude, mainly the one that had inhabited
the Bebop. She just had to bring up Julia didn't she!
His thoughts on loathing Faye halted abruptly when jazz began to pour from the saxophone player on stage, stealing all the stress from
Spike's body and replacing it with sorrow. Julia. How he missed her so much. It felt like his heart had been broken into tiny pieces and
had wedged themselves into his lungs, causing him to have trouble breathing when he thought of her. Memories of her entwined within
his brain, causing any thought towards the human race to be connected to her. To how she was so loathing towards the innocence, yet
she was a warm and kind woman, always caring for others, unless of course it was her life on the line. She had had to be like that
though, she had always been running. Running from Viscous, only having to look out for number 1.
He sighed heavily again and took a sip from his whisky. He heard the sound of the bell above the door jingle and looked over to see
Faye, the cause of all the stress he had been feeling recently, walk into the bar and look around the bar. Luckily it was quite crowded so
she didn't spot him sitting at the bar. He noticed a covered figure with a trench coat and a hat covering his face, walk over to her. A few
words were exchanged between them, Spike couldn't make out what words though, he was too far away, then they were moving
towards a back room. Probably another one of her clients he thought, knowing too well that it probably wasn't seeing as Jet had just
walked into the bar after Faye. He spotted Spike and made his way through the crowd. "Spike!…Haven't seen Faye have you?" He
asked his partner, looking around for the leggy woman but unable to spot her.
"She went into some backroom with some guy." Spike said taking another sip from his whisky.
"Damnmit woman! I told her to remain in sight. Come on." Jet said pulling Spike up from his seat and dragging him towards the
backroom.
Faye walked through the door and was greeted by a tall but not much taller than herself male, wearing a trench coat and a hat which
covered his face. "I need to talk to you somewhere private." He said motioning towards the backroom. Faye nodded and followed him.
She knew she wasn't supposed to go out of sight but what good was her coming here if she couldn't even hear the bloke.
He led her into a backroom which was obviously used for storing the ice because it was freezing when she stepped in. "Couldn't have
picked somewhere which wasn't a freezer?" She asked sarcastically. She turned around to face him as he was shutting the door. She
saw a lock of hair which hadn't been caught up with the hat he wore. It was a sleek white-grey colour. He removed his hat and she
gasped when the hair was put with the voice. More locks of perfect white-grey hair fell down his back as he said, "Long time no see
Faye."
It couldn't be him! he was dead. He had died with Spike that same day. "Viscous!" She whispered in disbelief.
"The one and only." He said before swooping over before she could move. He stood behind her and put a hand over her mouth and
secured the other one around her waist so that she couldn't call out or move. "Now Faye, we're going to go on a little journey." She bit
into his hand but he didn't flinch or retract his hand from her mouth. "But we can't go anywhere if you're not calm." He pulled out a
hanker-chief from his sleeve using the hand which had been holding her mouth, only using two fingers so that his hand still covered her
mouth. Her eyes widened in fear. God knew what he was going to drug her with. Sure enough, the intoxicating hanky sent her into
drowsiness, the last thing her seeing were his cold eyes smirking evilly at her.
"I'm sure she's fine Jet. This is Faye we're talking about." Spike pointed out as the travelled down the door less corridor until they
came to a door at the end, which led to a hall with doors dotted on the walls.
"Exactly. It's Faye, she always manages to get into trouble in the simplest of situations." Jet said as he opened the first door to the right.
"Yea but surely she-" Spike stopped mid sentence as he opened the door to a freezer room. Jet turned round when he heard his
partner's voice stop, and saw Spike walking into the freezer room and bending down to pick something up. He turned around and sure
enough, in his hand was a tube of lipstick. Ruby red lipstick, the kind that Faye always painted her lips with. "It's Faye's." Spike stated.
He looked up at Jet who had a frown upon his face. "It's a clue. She must have left it knowing we'd come and look for her. Some one
must've taken her."
"That guy she was going to meet. But why?"
"Some kind of plan." Jet pointed out.
"Let's just leave it. I'm sure she'll pull up in the Redtail tomorrow in the hanger and act like nothing happened." Spike said, shoving the
lipstick in his pockets as well as his hands.
"We can't just leave her. She might be in danger." Jet said crossing his arms over his chest, his father-type role kicking in.
"Since when did you care so much what happened to her?" Spike asked, abit shocked by Jet's reaction.
"Since you died and things on the Bebop changed." Jet said bluntly.
Giving in, knowing that they were gonna save Faye's ass and she wouldn't be gracious at all, he said, "Fine. We'll go and save her. But
there's no point trying to look for clues here at the moment. We'll go back to the ship and work on the tube ok?"
Jet nodded in agreement and they headed out the door towards the ship, unaware of the security camera overhead-watching all their
movements.
"Good. You're playing right into my hands Spike." Viscous hissed before adjusting the limp figure of Faye over his shoulder, and
heading off into the night, the security guards he had knocked out, lying limply on their swivel chairs, unaware of the dangerous man that
they had just come into contact with.
Dun dun dunnnnnnnnn...so how many of you guessed it was Viscous...hummm id say probabaly 98 lol...
please R&R
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