Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Back to the norm ❯ Whoes eyes am i behind? ( Chapter 1 )

 

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Declaimer: Do I have to say it?

Chapter one

Whose Eyes am I behind?

Dear journal,

A year to the day. I still find it hard to believe, but to day is the one-year anniversary of Spikes "death". That's how I think of it, you know as "death" with prentices. I guess that means I'm still in denial. My shrink thinks that my hope is somehow unhealthy. And he's right, there's no way that…

Faye threw down her pen in frustration, she's bored with writing a journal, and she's bored by anything. Anyone can see that. It's gotten into her posture, her facial expressions, her breathing; she's so bored she sometimes forgets to breathe. Then a surging yawn sweeps over her as her body becomes insistent for oxygen. Careless lungful of air sigh out of her, a melancholy sound. She is alone in her boredom, isolated by her indifference to anything. She is empty. There is no direction in her life…has there ever been? How did she come to think of herself at talented? When did she come to believe that anyone would be interested in what she had to say?

She looks at the confining walls that surround her. Ever since Spikes death Faye had seen more than her fare share of small, barely livable areas. She has spent this time lost in a world of pretend. Constantly drawing from her long lost childhood memories, pretending that she was still that girl, this is how she came to life in the world of the mundane. Completely abandoning what she had become during her life as a "cowboy" and decide to move to a small mars town, using her last wolongs to open up a small diner/bar.

Only she had not realized that the life of the mundane was not for her, and soon she subconscious she started to revert to her old ways. Even now she sits in her room, fighting to become what she is SUPPOSED to be, she's frightened to the point where she now relies on a mixture of prescribed pills and liquor to mask her confusion. To crush the fear that she might one day end up like spike, dead. Devoured by her past.. And now as her eyes stray over her few possessions, she wonders if she has.

Her watch beeps. "Damn!" she jumps out of her bed, knocking her gun, her cigarettes as well as a few small objects that reside there. It was 9:02 am, she was late opening for the six people she calls the "morning rush" another futile attempt at, making her life feel important.

Cursing her shrink for giving her the journal idea, she dressed quickly, choosing a long black skirt and a plain white blouse. Even her cloths had the reek of being mundane. The sent of cheap soap and perfume covering her like a blanket. Only this was the last chance she would have to live normally, and she had no idea.

The day went by fairly quick, Without an incident. The morning "rush" had gone on without a hitch, and the lunch crowd had only become a little rowdy regarding the fact that the Mars soccer team had lost to Venus. "Damn shame don't you think Ms. Faye?" on of her regulars asked. "Yes it is" she'd said, "yes it is"

The night crowd was a daily problem for her. As the only bar in new Rumoi, the local syndicate often felt the need to treat her bar as though it were their private meeting hall for their illegal doings. And they paid her well to pretend that it was. Only on this very night they went too far.

As soon as the nine o'clock hour rang in, the door swung wide open against a tide of G-men, all dressed in the same black suits and jade ties, Except for one. His tie was dyed crimson with his blood as he used it to slow the flow of blood from his arm.

"Nononononono! You can't bring this in here, I'll just pretend…" Her final words stuck in her throat as the last of the syndicate flooded in and locked the door behind them. The reason for her pause was not the bleeding man but the blood cover girl being dragged behind them.

The two men set her down on the floor, " You crippled bitch." One of the men kicked the girl in her side and she let out a low moan. Faye had noticed that the girl legs where pointing out at odd angles that were impossible unless both her legs had been broken.

Faye softly placed her hand on the gun that she had hidden under the counter. Ok Faye think, there are thirty of them and one of you and you only have sixteen bullets I need to do this right. She took a deep breath and drew the gun from its hiding place, first pointing it at the man who had kicked the girl. And it was in this moment that the "fake" Faye died and the real Faye emerged.

Of all sixteen bullets only fifteen meet their mark, puncturing lungs and heads. Killing. And when she was done she just stood there shaking her trigger finger still going, click click click, as it pulled the trigger.

The leader {a short man} raised his hand. At this gesture everyone lowered their guns leavening only Faye clutching her useless pistol, sweat pouring down her face, her eyes tearing. It was at this moment that she realized that she would probably die. And she dropped the gun.

The leader smiled, he knew that he had broken her will. "It's ok, they won't hurt you "his voice came out buttery smooth, as if her were trying to get her to get into his car.”They won't kill you or the girl yet"

It was now all about control. He had control, complete control over the entire situation. And he wanted to flaunt it. He drew his gun, a long slivery looking pistol with to small a barrel. He walked nonchalantly over towards her, and as if they were best friends put his arm around her shoulders.

"Miss Valentine, it's a damn shame that you would risk your life over some crippled slut. I thought we were friends, and I thought that we paid you well for you to pretend like we do not exist." He punched her in the face, her nose breaking on impact. "You see this gun miss Valentine? It's my own invention. It doesn't shoot bullets, no. It shoots out..Well let's say about enough electricity to power a class five-shuttle plane. Just enough to turn you to a smoldering pile of dust."

"In fact I think I may shoot you first to save you the pain of seeing the girl shot.

Faye spit in his face, "Why are men in power always so short?" This one remark stole away all of his confidence. He punched her again and pressed the gun to her forehead..

"Say good bye miss valentine." And he pulled the trigger…

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TO BE CONTINUED…