Omg, ive actually uploaded another chapter after what...like 5 months...sheesh im sorry...im going to apoligise even more however coz this chapter is abit bitty...my usual style after my computer breaks down and having not been able to acess the damn thing in ages...so yea, that is my actual excuse for not uploading...sorry...anyhu
Disclaimer: I d not, nor will i ever own Cowboy Bebop...if i did, it would never have ended, Spike would not be dead an he and Faye would be making Babies!...oh yea, and viscous wouldnt be dead either, Julia would though..teehee
Chapter 4: I'm torn into Pieces
"Where is Faye-Faye Spike person? Edward received e-mail for Faye-Faye." Ed said, zooming around the lazy figure of Spike who
was lying on the couch in the Bebop.
"Faye-Faye is missing Ed." Spike said.
"Why?" Edward asked in that airy-fairy voice she owned.
"Because she is." Spike said, signalling it was the end of the conversation as he got up to walk to the kitchen. Ed being Ed however
pushed on. "Why is Spike-person not telling Edward?"
Spike turned around and gave the tomboy a look of flying daggers making Ed shrink back and drop it. She got up a zoomed off, Ein
running barking after her. Spike sighed, something he seemed to be doing a lot lately seeing as everything in the life he had walked back
into was just screwing and tiring him over and over again.
Jet was sitting at the counter in the kitchen looking at newspaper. "I would have thought you would be trying to look for old violet locks
instead of reading the newspaper." Spike droned out while flopping onto the stool next to the mechanic.
"I am looking for Faye as a matter of fact. Look see," he pointed at the page he was on. There was a picture of the club Faye had
disappeared at. The security guards had been knocked out and a note had been left with them, involving Spike. "We need to get a hold
of that note. It may be the only clue of finding Faye and finding out who kidnapped her." Spike nodded in agreement and slouched back
into the chair, lighting up one of the cigarettes he had just taken from Jet's basically full pack.
Fluorescent lines and shapes zooming across the world of blackness was all that she could see as consciousness began to dawn on her.
Eventually the blackness dissolved into haziness and the shapes and lines became blurred colours. A sharp hit to the face brought her
eyes into focus and she saw the cold room around her. She tired to stand but her feet were chained to a wall while her hands where
handcuffed with iron together. Then he came into view and she remembered everything that had happened the previous night. "YOU!"
She shouted at him. She tried to stand again but it was useless. The chains were too short and the effects of the drugs hadn't
completely left her system. He crouched down in front of her and took a firm hold of her chin, making her look at him. She glared into
his cold dead eyes as the white-grey hair fell limply over them. "You know Faye, this doesn't have to be all bad." He breathed out.
"Fuck You." She spat at him.
He dug his nails into her skin slightly at the comment. "Now now little one. No need to be rude. Like I said, your stay here can be
comfortable," he leaned in closer so that their faces were millimetres apart, "or it could be hell for you." He said dangerously.
She glared and spat at him, "Fuck you." He slapped her again and walked away and she grinned. "So what's the big plan Viscous?
Think that by kidnapping me Spike's gonna come running and save me then you're gonna kill him." She paused, knowing his plan full
well. Some people were just so predictable. "Fat chance. Spike doesn't care if I die so I guess that you'll have to find someone else to
lure him here. I dunno, maybe a woman with long blond wavy hair, goes by the name Julia. Oh no, wait you can't. I forgot, she's dead."
She didn't know why she kept feeling the need to bring Julia up, shed only met the woman once before, but she had a mysterious
hatred towards the woman and knew how to hit Viscous hard, for she had done exactly the same to Spike.
He slashed her across the cheek so fast with a dagger that she barely had time to register what had happened. She gasped as she felt
and saw the blood from running down her face on her hand. "There's a lot about Spike you don't know Ms Valentine." He said before
exiting the room and leaving her with only the faint light from the moon and her rotting cell. What the hell? She thought.
It was at least 2 days before Faye saw that iron bolted door open again and Viscous's broad, yet skinny figure looming in the doorway,
silhouetted by the thick beams of sunlight creeping through the slits which he called windows.
She raised her head groggily, that pathetic amount of sunlight blinding her and making her squint from the exposure. "What the fuck do
you want?" She spat at him, anger and frustration reeking from her voice.
"Thought you might want some food." He said dropping a metal plate with a piece of bread and a slither of butter on the floor in front of
her.
She looked at the plate with disgust as if it was a cockroach running across the concrete floor. She looked up at him, her dark purple
hair framing her face slightly and looked into his lifeless eyes and shot him glares of pure hatred. "I'd rather rot here than eat something
from you." She hissed.
"Suit yourself. But I don't see why you have to hate me so much Faye." He said, a grim grin spreading across his face.
She barked a cruel sarcastic laugh from her swollen red lips. Eventually she stopped and looked at him once again. "Why I hate you so
much? Maybe it's because you drugged and kidnapped me so you could get back at Spike. Maybe it's because I'm tied up in here like
a wild animal. Maybe it's because you were the cause of so much of the pain in my life." She stopped there, realising what she just said.
She hadn't meant to say that. But hopefully she hadn't said too much or just maybe that he hadn't been paying attention too much to
notice that sudden outburst.
He walked over to her and bent down to her level again and stared into her deep emerald eyes. "How have I caused so much pain in
your life Ms Valentine?" He asked, hissing her name.
"Why should I tell you?"
"Because I wish to know how I've affected you so badly and caused you to hate me so much." He spoke deadly soft.
"That's something new. Viscous caring about another human being other than his precious dead girlfriend." Oh how strangely she loved
throwing that in his face whenever she could. It wasn't like she hated Julia, for she had suggested to her once that they should work
together, but it was the way that she could be so important as to cause two men, one of which she cared for deeply, to do anything for
her, even die for her.
"Oh don't think I care about you Faye." He said then paused. He looked away and chuckled a grim laugh for a second before turning
back to look at her shocked and confused face. "We're very similar you know Faye." This made her even more confused and angered
at how he could compare her to him. "You see, we both live lives which have revolved around Spike Spiegel. You having had to live
with him, go on mindless goose chases after him and his little problems, and of course, your life going completely down the drain when
he supposedly died." This made her surprised and shocked at how he knew that. Only moments before had he questioned what she
meant by a phrase referring to that. "You didn't think I knew that did you? Well let's just say you've never been to good at hiding your
feelings for Mr Spiegel."
"What fucking feelings are they then?" She cut in, a bit to sharply and quickly.
"You mean the ones which you've had ever since meeting him. As I was saying before you cut me off. And you see, my life has
revolved around him as well. My hunt for him being everlasting, and still on going. So you see, we both feel very passionately about
Spike, in different ways perhaps; mine being hatred while yours being something around attraction and love, all the same, passionately.
And that is why we are not so different Faye." He bent in closer so their faces were nearly touching. His breath was luring her to him, as
much as she hated him and hated it, it was still luring. "Not so different at all…Ms Valentine" He said once more.
"Well personally, I beg to differ. You see, you're a fucking prick of an asshole…so what does that make me?" She said smarmily.
Having the short temper he had, he lashed out at her and thudded her against the wall to which she was chained to and pulled out a
sharp shard of what seemed to be his Katana and pressed it against her cheek. "I've had enough of your foul little mouth." He spat
deadly at her.
"Really? Well I've had enough of you!" She spat back through the side of her mouth. His eyes narrowed and were shooting daggers
through her head a million times over. "Why don't you just do it? I dare you." She tried knowing perfectly well he wouldn't do enough
damage to her to kill her. No, he needed her to bring Spike to him, or at least that's what he thought.
He pressed the tip of the shard of blade against her cheek just enough to cause blood to start to seep from the new wound. "Don't try
me Faye." He hissed through clenched teeth.
"Wouldn't want to." She remarked back. He slid the blade slowly down her cheek a bit; causing the new found wound to extend and
more blood to escape. She winced slightly but refused to cry, not wanting him to see her weak.
He smirked grimly and got up and turned to walk to the door and leave her. Faye looked at his back as he walked, confused by the
sudden urge to leave in the middle of what he had seemed to find fun in his sick and twisted way. He paused, hand on the doorknob
ready to turn it and leave. "There's a new order in this lifetime Faye, your passion for violence would be almost useful." He turned the
doorknob and left, the door slamming behind him and Faye sitting there, just staring at the empty space where he had stood moments
before.