I was going through the last chapter, just to remember what was going on and make sure I didn't destroy any minor details when I noticed something. Vicious got a hold of the new way to Paraíso Del Pirata rather easily. I want to have more fun with him. So give me some of your ideas in your reviews as to what we should do to our favorite villain!
Shall we begin?
Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboy Bebop. –coughyescoughIcoughdocough-- . .
Police: Ma'am, we're going to have to ask you to step away from the computer..
Me: o.o I didn't mean it! --runs--
Chapter 11: Solitary
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The next four days around Paraíso Del Pirata were ones of great sadness. The maids and crew members were in shock and awe at losing the lady of the household. Faye was in complete desolation at losing what she thought to be her only friend here, and Spike, well, Spike seemed to be taking it the best out of every one of them. He hadn't cried even once since the night of Julia's death, and he was barking out orders the same as ever. His outlook on the whole situation had begun to seriously make Faye mad.
The funeral for Julia was held the day after she died. It seemed that everyone on the island, even Faye, knew there was no hope for Julia's body to be found. The funeral was simple, but everyone within the castle came. Faye watched Spike throughout the whole funeral, never once did he move. When people were asked to go up and say something in memory of the life that Julia had lived, everyone looked expectantly at Spike. He didn't even blink. Finally someone stood up and went in his place.
After the funeral, life went back to usual around the castle. The traditional day of remembrance was unheard of, as no one could take a day off because then everyone would go hungry, or without a house, or animals would die. As Faye was being escorted back to her room by a kindly old servant, she continued to watch Spike as the old, bald guy wrapped his large arm around his shoulders and lead him away from where Julia's grave was.
Faye saw nothing of Spike for the rest of that day. She sighed softly, leaning out of her window in her room high above the ground that lay below. The trees swayed back and fourth in the wind as if they, themselves were saying goodbye to the once beloved Julia. Beyond the trees, the deep blue ocean shimmered in the light of the setting sun. Faye's emerald eyes focused on the distant waves, deep in thought.
Over the next few days, things seemed to slowly drift back to normal, although without Julia around, the house seemed to almost drag. Faye's dreams were still haunted with the sounds of Julia's screams, and she'd wake up screaming in the middle of the night, her whole body in cold sweats. One of the servants would rush in and attempt to calm the terrified princess.
Faye was no longer permitted outside of her room. She had no company any more, even the maids weren't permitted to speak to her. Her meals were delivered, she ate alone, and then continued to lag about her room, in a complete daze. The only conversations she had were when she awoke in the middle of the night, and the servants, in a desperate attempt to get her to go back to sleep so they could as well, would coax her back to bed.
Loneliness began to settle in, and then a state of depression fell over the young girl. She wanted nothing more than to be back home with her parents and those who loved her. Her plans for escape had been shot down before she even had a chance to perfect them when Spike burst into her room with six other men and took every item from her room except a blanket and pillow on her bed and a chair by the window. Her door was locked all day, and two guards were stationed outside it at all times, switching shifts every three hours to ensure that she was continually watched.
Faye had been wearing the same dress now for three days. She had begun to get frustrated with the harshness of the situation she was placed in until one day an old lady entered her room. The woman's face was aged and sullen; creases seemed to cover her whole body. Her pale skin was decorated here and there with a dark spot of age. Her eyes were glazed over, and had a depressing grey color to them. Her dress was grey to match her eyes, and her thinning grey hair was pulled back into a tight bun in the middle of her head. She walked with a slight hunch, shuffling her feet to shakily take a seat in the chair by the window. In her thin, garbled hands she grasped a wicker basket, a blue cloth placed over the contents.
Faye approached this old woman with confusion. "Good evening." She curtsied politely to the woman to show her respect for her elder.
"Eh?" The old lady looked up at Faye with slight confusion reflecting in her eyes, "Oh, yes." She waved a shakey hand at her. "You're the princess."
Faye nodded with her reply "Yes ma'am, I am."
The old woman shook her head slightly "I despise royalty."
She frowned, "I am sorry you feel that way."
"Yea, well the captain sent me down here to work with you on your wardrobe, as he said you were in dire need of one." She motioned towards the dress that Faye was wearing.
"Well I had a wardrobe that I had made while I was here, but Spike took it all." Faye crossed her arms.
"You will not address him in such a disrespectful manner in my presence, Young Lady." The old woman scolded. "He will be either Captain, or Master to you. Show him the respect he deserves."
Faye eyed the old woman cautiously, "Yes, ma'am." Came her reply.
"Good, now, I trust you can sow?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good." The woman lifted the piece of fabric off of the top of the basket and revealed a large amount of fabric, needles, string, and scissors. "I have been instructed to never leave you on your own with any of these items, as well as not to allow you to keep the items you make. You will keep a list of the dresses that you make and will request use of them from one of the maids. When the dress is brought, you will exchange the one you are wearing for that one. Do you understand?"
Faye sighed in defeat; she knew that there was no way that she would ever escape this place. "Yes ma'am."
"Good, now, have a seat." She motioned behind Faye. Faye jumped when she turned and saw another seat sitting there. "Oh calm down, Child. One of the guards brought it in while I was talking."
Faye sat down and took the needle, string, and fabric that were offered her with a polite "Thank you."
"Eh?" The woman looked up from the pants that she was stitching up, "Oh, yes, yes, you're welcome." She then took a pair of eye glasses from the basket, placing then on the tip of her slightly pointed nose and concentrated through the lenses at the pants in her hands.
Faye smiled softly as she looked down at the fabric in her hands. It was a green color, it matched her eyes perfectly. She smiled a little wider, forming a plan in her head. The Captain would set her free. She would make a dress so perfect that she would entice him; make him forget about her being under his control and place himself in her control. This would be complicated, this would take time, but she would do it.
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Spike stood, legs apart and hands folded sternly behind his back, staring out over the fields of wheat that swayed before him at the farmers that were working tirelessly to harvest he wheat they needed for the next month. A coiled, black whip sat at his waist, more for show than anything else. Should a farmer get out of line, as they so often used to do, he would snap the whip dangerously over their head, scaring them back into their work.
The old, balding man approached Spike from behind, folding his arms in front of him and looking out over the field as well. Upon close examination, one could tell that one of his arms was made out of wood. The fingers strategically formed to create a natural looking position. The strong features of his face were situated into a calm expression as he began to speak to Spike, "Ya know, Buddy, that girl isn't going to cooperate with your little lock down for much longer." Spike didn't reply. "It wasn't her fault, ya know." Spike's eye twitched slightly, his hands unfolding and instinctively hovering over the handle of the whip at his hip. "Speak to me, Spike; this missing soul act is getting a bit old." He looked over at the man beside him.
Spike didn't break his gaze from the farmers before him. "Missing soul act? Jet, I just lost the one thing that means the world to me. She was my soul. So it is not an act. "
Jet frowned, "I understand that you are hurting, but what you're doing to that girl isn't going to help you any."
"Maybe not, but at least it keeps her from taking out any more of the people important to me and feeding them to the creatures."
"Spike, shut up. You know just as well as anyone else that Julia's death was no one's fault."
Spike turned to him, his two-toned eyes blazing with anger, "I have to blame someone! And I blame that overly-spoiled, self-centered brat up there in my castle!"
Jet chuckled, "So you punish her with solitary confinement?"
He sighed, "No, I sent Edna up there today to keep an eye on her…"
"Well, good, the girl is, after all, in a strange place."
"I don't care, Jet, she's a captive, I get paid for her once Vicious gets here."
"If that's all you're worried about, Spike, then why in the hell did you attack his ship and change his map?"
Spike fell silent.
"Something tells me that you're hiding a lot more than you're revealing to us…"
"Shut up, Jet."
"As you wish." Jet chuckled again, turning and leaving the Captain to his thoughts.
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Well, that's it for Chapter 11, please don't forget to send me ways to tease Vicious! I can't wait to hear your ideas. Until then, I think I'm going to have some fun with Faye-Faye. :-D
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