The Calm
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Category:
+. to F › Cowboy Bebop
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
49
Views:
2,516
Reviews:
34
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Cowboy Bebop, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Blood
Disclaimer: Not owner... if I was... would I be writing this? No, This would have been Bebop! Oh, and Sith ain't mine either!
The Calm
Chapter 35: Blood
~*~*~*~
Spike could feel the heavy beat of the music outside the club as he leaned against the cool brick of the building. A line of what looked to be darkly dressed club goers waited at the door, some begging to be let in. He didn’t know that Amaya had accumulated this much popularity with the club. Of course, there were many things that Amaya never told him, sometimes he wondered how many.
He sighed as he glanced at his watch, a cigarette hanging from his lips loosely. He had given her an hour to join him. Had she gotten lost? He doubted that. Sith could hardly miss this place. What was it that Amaya had once told him? The greatest hiding spot is in full view of the public; no one ever thinks to look there. He chuckled at that thought. She had a strange logic. But, that was what made her special. Amaya never bothered thinking like a normal person. Of course, neither did he.
It was then that he felt the shadow at his side. He almost laughed at how comfortable he had become with Sith. She was still deadly, still scary as ever, and yet… she still looked like his Katy. The little girl that he had known before his life had gone down the crapper. She was his memory of a life that was simpler, not better mind you, but simpler.
“You gonna wait there all night? I can feel the tension coming off you in waves,” he said as he took the cigarette from his mouth and released a plume of silver into the air.
Sith said nothing as she stood there, he could see the glint of light on one of her blades. He shivered slightly at the thought of what she was going to do to Julia. He just hoped that he’d get to watch.
~*~*~*~
Quietly, they moved through the halls of the back of the warehouse. The guards at the door seemed unchanged. Of course, once one came closer and noticed that they were stapled to the wall with knives, that was only a rouse to hide the fact that they were dead. Sith had seemed to enjoy the experience very much. Now they were trying to make their way through the chaotic maze that was the hallways.
“God, why did Amaya have to be so fucking paranoid?” Spike grumbled as he came to, yet another, dead end.
“You know that answer,” Sith stated.
Spike nodded. He knew, he just wished that he didn’t so Sith would stop growling at him when they came upon a dead end. He sighed softly before turning to get his bearings. He then froze. “Do you smell that?” he asked.
Sith seemed to be testing the air, her eyes flashing violet as she did. She then nodded. “Blood.”
Spike nodded back. “A lot of blood. Can you see where?” he asked.
Sith narrowed her eyes at him.
Spike groaned and gave her an exasperated look. “I didn’t mean that you’re a blood hound. I just, don’t see any blood. How can we smell it, if we don’t seem to be in the presence of it.”
Sith seemed to accept his defense, if only for a moment. They both examined their surroundings. Cold concrete staring back at them from every angle was their only sight to behold. No blood, no door or vent, just the harsh grey of the concrete.
“God damn it!” he shouted as he kicked a wall. “We can smell her blood and we aren’t anywhere near her! I’m going to rip Julia’s spine from her back!” Spike threatened.
Sith seemed surprised at this outburst. Spike had never said anything like that in her presence before. His voice filled with so much rage, so much pain. She could see now that he hadn’t really, truly, recovered from his ordeal all those months ago. That old guilt washed over her for a moment before falling away. This wasn’t a time to be feeling guilty. Amaya was seriously hurt if her blood’s scent was here.
The pair moved down another work of halls before coming onto a metal door. The smell of blood was choking, blood and other scents. Spike hesitated as he stared at the door. He couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to see what Julia had done to Amaya. He turned to Sith, a pleading look in his eyes as he then turned to the wall and pressed his forehead to the cool stone.
Sith herself seemed to hesi, be, before her eyes became violet and she wrenched the door open. Julia was so confident that she didn’t bother to lock the door. Sith was blind, all she saw was darkness, her mind not wanting her to see what lay before her. Spike himself seemed to be in that daze.
Something was hanging from the ceiling. At first, she thought it the body of a slaughtered animal. She couldn’t connect that this was Amaya. That this blood covered, massacred piece of flesh before her was her friend and ex-partner.
Spike’s eyes became cleared first. “Holy Shit!” he gasped before moving to the side and releasing the contents of his stomach.
She was blindfolded. Her arms appeared dislocated at the shoulder. Her skin was torn in places, cut in others. She was a sad sight to see.
Spike wiped his mouth as he turned back to the sight before him. He had seen torture before, he’d seen death, but at those times he had the safety of saying that he didn’t know who the person was, or that they were an enemy. He then looked into the room and noticed another note in blood on wal walls.
“I’m done,” he read aloud. “She’s all yours.”
~*~*~*~
Levii: Short, I know. But I think it didn't need much in ways of length as long as I got what was needed down. Plus, would you guys wanted to hear the boring details of every time they found a dead end and moved through another hallway? I didn't think so. REVIEW!
The Calm
Chapter 35: Blood
~*~*~*~
Spike could feel the heavy beat of the music outside the club as he leaned against the cool brick of the building. A line of what looked to be darkly dressed club goers waited at the door, some begging to be let in. He didn’t know that Amaya had accumulated this much popularity with the club. Of course, there were many things that Amaya never told him, sometimes he wondered how many.
He sighed as he glanced at his watch, a cigarette hanging from his lips loosely. He had given her an hour to join him. Had she gotten lost? He doubted that. Sith could hardly miss this place. What was it that Amaya had once told him? The greatest hiding spot is in full view of the public; no one ever thinks to look there. He chuckled at that thought. She had a strange logic. But, that was what made her special. Amaya never bothered thinking like a normal person. Of course, neither did he.
It was then that he felt the shadow at his side. He almost laughed at how comfortable he had become with Sith. She was still deadly, still scary as ever, and yet… she still looked like his Katy. The little girl that he had known before his life had gone down the crapper. She was his memory of a life that was simpler, not better mind you, but simpler.
“You gonna wait there all night? I can feel the tension coming off you in waves,” he said as he took the cigarette from his mouth and released a plume of silver into the air.
Sith said nothing as she stood there, he could see the glint of light on one of her blades. He shivered slightly at the thought of what she was going to do to Julia. He just hoped that he’d get to watch.
~*~*~*~
Quietly, they moved through the halls of the back of the warehouse. The guards at the door seemed unchanged. Of course, once one came closer and noticed that they were stapled to the wall with knives, that was only a rouse to hide the fact that they were dead. Sith had seemed to enjoy the experience very much. Now they were trying to make their way through the chaotic maze that was the hallways.
“God, why did Amaya have to be so fucking paranoid?” Spike grumbled as he came to, yet another, dead end.
“You know that answer,” Sith stated.
Spike nodded. He knew, he just wished that he didn’t so Sith would stop growling at him when they came upon a dead end. He sighed softly before turning to get his bearings. He then froze. “Do you smell that?” he asked.
Sith seemed to be testing the air, her eyes flashing violet as she did. She then nodded. “Blood.”
Spike nodded back. “A lot of blood. Can you see where?” he asked.
Sith narrowed her eyes at him.
Spike groaned and gave her an exasperated look. “I didn’t mean that you’re a blood hound. I just, don’t see any blood. How can we smell it, if we don’t seem to be in the presence of it.”
Sith seemed to accept his defense, if only for a moment. They both examined their surroundings. Cold concrete staring back at them from every angle was their only sight to behold. No blood, no door or vent, just the harsh grey of the concrete.
“God damn it!” he shouted as he kicked a wall. “We can smell her blood and we aren’t anywhere near her! I’m going to rip Julia’s spine from her back!” Spike threatened.
Sith seemed surprised at this outburst. Spike had never said anything like that in her presence before. His voice filled with so much rage, so much pain. She could see now that he hadn’t really, truly, recovered from his ordeal all those months ago. That old guilt washed over her for a moment before falling away. This wasn’t a time to be feeling guilty. Amaya was seriously hurt if her blood’s scent was here.
The pair moved down another work of halls before coming onto a metal door. The smell of blood was choking, blood and other scents. Spike hesitated as he stared at the door. He couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to see what Julia had done to Amaya. He turned to Sith, a pleading look in his eyes as he then turned to the wall and pressed his forehead to the cool stone.
Sith herself seemed to hesi, be, before her eyes became violet and she wrenched the door open. Julia was so confident that she didn’t bother to lock the door. Sith was blind, all she saw was darkness, her mind not wanting her to see what lay before her. Spike himself seemed to be in that daze.
Something was hanging from the ceiling. At first, she thought it the body of a slaughtered animal. She couldn’t connect that this was Amaya. That this blood covered, massacred piece of flesh before her was her friend and ex-partner.
Spike’s eyes became cleared first. “Holy Shit!” he gasped before moving to the side and releasing the contents of his stomach.
She was blindfolded. Her arms appeared dislocated at the shoulder. Her skin was torn in places, cut in others. She was a sad sight to see.
Spike wiped his mouth as he turned back to the sight before him. He had seen torture before, he’d seen death, but at those times he had the safety of saying that he didn’t know who the person was, or that they were an enemy. He then looked into the room and noticed another note in blood on wal walls.
“I’m done,” he read aloud. “She’s all yours.”
~*~*~*~
Levii: Short, I know. But I think it didn't need much in ways of length as long as I got what was needed down. Plus, would you guys wanted to hear the boring details of every time they found a dead end and moved through another hallway? I didn't think so. REVIEW!