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Category:
+. to F › Cowboy Bebop
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
49
Views:
2,532
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.
The Valley of the Shadow of Death
Disclaimer: Not owner of Bebop characters... I only own a few of my own creation. Sith ain't mine either. Nor can I claim the lyrics from Shinedown... I'm not that good.
*****
Artist: Shinedown
Song: 45
*****
The Calm
Chapter 48: The Valley of the Shadow of Death
* Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list*
Quietly, she stalked the hallways, James at her side. Spike, Vicious, and Lucius had split from them earlier to search the building more thoroughly. She had felt such pride as she watched Vicious and Lucius together. Now she was slinking through the shadows, her body moving only slightly slower than it once did. She motioned to James, sending him down an opposing hallway. She couldn’t let him see what she was going to do. Not if she could help it.
* Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd*
~*~*~*~
* In these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings, no one knows*
Vicious growled as they hit another dead end. Quickly, he turned to his two compatriots, a look in both pairs of eyes that confirmed his thoughts. Amaya had sent them here on purpose.
“Bloody hell! What are you three doing here?” James’ voice broke through his thoughts.
Spike groaned. “God damn that woman!”
James snarled. “Not again!”
Lucius seemed confused. “She does this often?”
“What? Act like a bloody hero and try to keep us from the fight? It’s the only thing about here that’s constant!”
“She’s overprotective,” Spike stated.
“She’s a right idiot!” James snarled.
“He’s being pissy because she’s the man in the relationship more often than he is,” Spike joked.
“Oh can it, Spiegal!” the blonde man growled. “Sith is my bloody sister, she should have understood that I needed to be there!”
“She’s my wife and Amaya did the same to me. In her eyes, Amaya is worth less than we are,” Vicious spoke.
Lucius raised a brow. “I see, good thing I know a shortcut,” he said as he pressed on a panel in the wall, opening a hidden door. He then smiled to the others before melting away into the shadows.
Spike’s eyes widened. “God!”
James seemed just as shocked. “I thought Sith could only do that trick?”
Vicious scowled and entered the shadowy hall followed by the other men.
* What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart*
~*~*~*~
* And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life [another life] *
Amaya slunk down the hall with her old grace. The pair of guards, never had seen her until it was too late. They stood still, like stone centurions, their bodies frozen in rigor mortis as their crimson lives trailed down the wall behind them, stab wounds riddling their black bodies and knives keeping them upright.
She studied the doors around her, making sure the cameras couldn’t see her until absolutely necessary. She dashed forward, a black blur in the corner of a security screen as she ran down the stairs to the basement. She knew where she was heading.
* No real reason to accept the way
things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45*
~*~*~*~
* Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while*
Julia laughed as she watched tapes of her past captives. The look of pain on so many faces caused pure, unbridled glee to bubble forth from her serene face. She turned, gazing out at the world below, a look of certainty on her features as the sounds of screams filled her head. The dark and tainted world seemed a perfect playground for her.
“Soon, you will all belong to me,” she laughed softly.
The door opened, causing Julia to spin around, her long blonde locks swirling about her shoulders. Blue eyes widened as they locked with the pale grey ones before her. “Kage… but I heard-“ she started.
Kage smiled cockily. “You shouldn’t listen to rumors, Julia. You above all know how false they can be.”
Julia’s eyes lit up as a seductive smile played across her face. “That is so true.”
Kage shrugged. “Your men are incompetent. They didn’t even notice me.”
Julia’s smile widened as she stalked closer to the younger man. “That they are. Only you seem to have the stamina and skill to please me.”
Kage remained nonchalant as she spoke as he shuddered inwardly. ‘She’s older than my mother.’
“I take it Amaya is dead then?” she asked.
“She won’t be bothering you.”
Her smile grew. “Wonderful. Let us go. You must meet my new pet.”
Kage nodded and took her arm. “Lead the way.”
* In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else*
~*~*~*~
* There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight*
James scowled as he listened to their conversation through the wall. “Is there anyone that she ‘asn’t slept with?” he asked.
Vicious scowled. “She always was a whore.”
Spike shuddered. “Remind me to get the kid de-loused when this is over.”
James rolled his eyes and followed Lucius and Julia’s path down the stairs, using Lucius’ secret halls. “No wonder Amaya ‘n Sith hate the bint so much.”
Vicious sneered as he followed his vocal brother in law. “I’m surprised she hasn’t dropped dead from disease yet.”
* What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart*
~*~*~*~
* And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life [another life] *
Amaya froze as she saw him; that hulking brute that had spat and laughed as he raped her. He was the monster that had personally taken a knife and had violated her until she could no longer scream. That vile, contemptuous thing has taken her ability to bear children from her. She saw red. Her mission be damned, she wanted blood. His blood.
“I’m off to meet the boss at the ‘animal’s’ cage,” he informed another Tiger.
Amaya froze, staying her hand. She could follow him, find the exact location of Sith’s prison. Blood would be had, but only after Sith was located. Mission reinstated, she became his shadow, following him down the hall as he bragged to his companion. She felt a vile stone in her gut as the monster boasted about his conquests to and for Julia.
‘I’m surprised that whore hasn’t dropped dead from disease, yet,’ she scoffed mentally as she lingered in a shadow, the men having stopped before a heavy, steel door at the end of the hall. ‘Of course it’s at the end of the hall. Why wouldn’t it?’
She moved closer, passing a strange looking wall, ready to snap his neck and drink forth his spraying blood when she froze. A familiar, poisoned-honey laugh floated down the hall, stilling her hands as she slunk back into a shadow, watching and waiting for Julia’s bottle-blonde head to emerge from the other side.
A grey eye bugged out in shock as Julia walked into her sight, her long, black widow-like limbs wrapped around her son. She seethed and raged as she watched Julia’s fingers entwining in his hair and drawing random symbols on his chest. Her eye grew silver in anger as Julia kissed him, possessively as she groped him indecently.
She tensed, ready to leap out and tear the bimbo limb from limb when she was grappled by several pairs of arms and dragged behind that wall that had appeared strange to her earlier. She kicked out, connecting with someone’s groin and smiled as she heard a yelp of pain and a thump as one pair of arms slipped from her. She thrashed about, her vision tunneled onto killing Julia and saving her son.
She vaguely registered Spike’s swearing and Vicious’ low chuckle as he held her back. She continued to thrash about and kick as Spike threatened to ‘smack some sense into her’. Her efforts doubled her maternal instinct on high as she heard the threat. She needed to save her son from that conniving bitch.
“Love,” a familiar baritone broke through her mind. “Lucius is a big boy, knows what ‘e’s doin’. Calm down, pet. Stop fightin’ us an’ save your energy for Julia.”
Amaya relaxed, her eye focusing on the platinum blonde man before her. She smiled to him softly and let him pull her close, whispering encouragement as she ordered her thoughts. Vicious and Spike just watched as James calmed her down and brought her back to focus. She then turned to them, her face burning red as she noticed how badly she had hurt Spike.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“You are so lucky that I care more about Sith right now,” Spike grumbled.
* No real reason to accept the way
things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45*
~*~*~*~
* Everyone's pointing their fingers*
He felt sick, the sight before him being too gruesome to bear. At first, he hadn’t connected that the body hanging like a piece of meat was human. Not until a low, muffled growl bubbled forth, a pair of violet eyes glaring at him in vehemence from beneath a curtain of crimson. He turned to the woman on his arm. The once flawless beauty that had captivated him so when he first met her was nothing to him now; her once casual grace, merely a well planned act. He shot her a fake grin. One that was far more convincing than her own. He caught the eyes of the captive as he did so, the message he sent clear to only those that knew his mother. One she had taught him carefully.
‘She’s here, she’s coming, she sorry,’ he projected to the beaten and bloody woman before him.
He turned to Julia then, his grin still in place. “Leave her with me, she and I have a score to settle.”
Julia’s eyes brightened at the thought of torture. Lucius wanted to vomit. “Can I watch?” she asked with a child-like enthusiasm.
He shook his head. “This is personal, my love.”
She nodded, her face crestfallen, but understanding. “I’ll be outside,” she said softly as she detangled herself from him and closed the door behind her.
As soon as it clicked in place, his grin faded and a look of disgust filled his eyes as he spat upon the floor. He then turned to Sith and quickly unlocked her chains. Those eyes, now black, were questioning. She could see them both in him; that cold fire, the combination of Amaya’s fire and Vicious’ ice. He said nothing as he caught her rapidly falling form and wrapped her in his warm, woolen coat. He then moved quickly, cutting the gag from her mouth and setting her down near the door, far from the pooling blood in the center of the room.
* Always condemning me*
“They’re waiting my signal, “he said finally.
She nodded. “Send it,” she commanded her voice hoarse.
He pulled out a handgun, gripping it tightly as he placed a hand on the door. “You’re knives are in the right pocket,” he informed, knowing she’d understand.
Sith moved slowly, her pale fingers reaching into the pocket to feel the cool steel of her blades. A small smile crept across her lips. She could fight, she wanted to fight, and he understood that.
Lucius waited silently, locking his eyes with hers in silent warning as he opened the door. “Julia,” he called harshly.
A bullet rang out, followed by the sound of meat and bone exploding and a scream. Julia rushed inside, her face and hair covered with blood and brain matter. “They’re here!” she cried out as she slammed the door closed.
The sound of gunfire reverberated through the door; hell had broken loose in the hall. And Both Lucius and Sith knew whom had brought it.
* And nobody knows what I believe
I believe*
~*~*~*~
* And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life [another life]
No real reason to accept the way
things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45*
Amaya watched as Julia and her men exited the room, without Lucius. She knew the plan now. He would call for her when it was time, then they would attack. Then, the fun would truly begin.
She listened as that vile woman moaned and sighed about how wonderful Kage was in bed. She fumed her grip tight on her gun. She felt a tense hand on her arm and glanced over to see the understanding eyes of Vicious. She nodded, releasing some of the grip on her pistol, her other hand fingering the next magazine of bullets. She turned back to the small group outside the door, her gun leveled with the head of the larger man that had been spared death earlier by her hand. He was going to go first.
Her vision tunneled again. Her gun and mind aimed at the head of the bastard that had destroyed her body. The door opened, her son’s voice hard as he called out to Julia. She felt Vicious remove his hand and she fired. A smile grew on her face as she watched the bullet hit perfectly. The hollow point bullet, she had loaded for the bastard, blowing the back of his head into tiny bits, a confetti of gore and blood that rained upon Julia’s perfect face and fake blonde hair.
The bitch screamed, a sound that Amaya reveled in as she watched her rush inside the room while Vicious, Spike and James began to take out the other guards. She continued firing until she had barely any bullets left. She then unsheathed her sword with Vicious and leapt forward as James and Spike continued to fire. They moved with an old synchronicity, slashing at the charging Tigers as they attacked.
Amaya winced and cried out as a bullet burned her gut and pierced her arm, falling to her knees as she continued to fight. She changed her grip on her sword as she stood, using it as a javelin to pierce one of the many guards that were coming to Julia’s rescue and rushed forward. She unsheathed it from the corpse with an old fluidity as she swung out, decapitating three men and incapacitating five more.
The door opened, causing Amaya to turn. Julia stumbled backwards, familiar silver blades stuck into her body. Blue eyes met one gray one and time stopped.
Neither woman felt the bullets that grazed their bodies as they charged at one another. Neither noticed the looks of shock on the faces of the others as Amaya thrust her sword forward and Julia lifted a knife from her arm. Their vision was tunneled as they attacked, Amaya’s sword sheathing into Julia’s left side as a silver knife hit Amaya’s wounded arm.
Time resumed and Amaya locked her eyes with the pale blue of Vicious from the other side of Julia’s body. Amaya could feel a pain in her gut on her left side, the opposite of where her own blade had entered the blonde bitch. She stumbled back, forgetting her blade as he did the same. Both laughed as they sported wounds from one another’s swords. Neither serious in nature, most of both blades being imbedded in the now dead form of Julia.
“We have to work on that,” Amaya joked to the cold looking man.
Vicious nodded. “Indeed. That really hurt.”
“Mother!” Lucius’ frantic cry broke them both from their reveries and soon both she and Vicious were standing in the doorway.
Amaya gasped as she ran to Sith’s side. “No! Not like this! Not by her!” she wept as she knelt beside the blood soaked form of her once partner.
Black eyes, half lidded in pain locked on her grey. By all accounts she should have been dead already, the extent of her wounds as horrible as they were. Amaya grasped her friend’s hand, the cold clammy feeling of death already upon her. “Shoot me.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” Amaya baited. “You’re going to be fine.”
A smile twitched onto Sith’s face, blood seeping from the side of her mouth. There was a look of relief and courage in her eyes as she steadied her gaze with Amaya’s. “You know better.”
Tears burned down her bloodstained cheeks, dripping down onto her face of her old friend and partner. “Don’t make me do this,” she begged.
Sith tightened her hand onto Amaya’s. “Only you.”
Amaya nodded, standing slowly as she drew her gun. She had maybe three shots left, just in case. Her hand trembled as she pointed it at her old partner. No words could be said that would sound right in her ears. She kept her eye steadily locked on Sith’s obsidian orbs, letting everything she felt for the dying woman seep through them to her.
Sith closed her eyes, the message having been received, and the voices quiet for the first time in all her life. “Thank you.”
Amaya pulled the trigger and a shot rang out, the sound deafening in the small room. Sith was gone, truly gone. The pistol fell as she slumped to her knees and wept. Everything was for nothing. All had been lost, Sith, had been lost.
Amaya wailed, the sound like those of the banshee of ancient lore. That strangled, mournful sound that burst forth from her lips as tears continued to fall. She could hear the shouting anger of Vicious’ grief in the hallway. She could hear Spike’s attempts to calm him. But she couldn’t do anything about it. The pain was too much, too great. She felt a pair of warm arms wrap around her and heard the familiar sound of James’ voice as he held her, letting her cry as he stared at the cooling corpse of the woman that had once been his little sister.
She was gone.
*And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life [another life]
No real reason to accept the way
things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45*
~*~*~*~
Levii: Wahhh! Shadows is done! Sith is dead! That reallly bites, don' it? Anyways, with the death of Julia and the closing of Shadows.... it has come to my attention that, yes, my story shall be ending soon as well. I'll try to sqeeze out as many chapters as I can... but hey, all things, no matter how good, must come to an end. I must say that this is the best story I have ever had the pleasure of writing and Natakamani is one of the most talented writers I've had the pleasure to work with, I really have loved working with her and hope to do so again someday. Well, on that sad note, I bid you all adieu until next time. Send me a review, or rant about Shadow's ending... whatever you want. Just drop me a line. Ja ppls!
^_^;
*****
Artist: Shinedown
Song: 45
*****
The Calm
Chapter 48: The Valley of the Shadow of Death
* Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list*
Quietly, she stalked the hallways, James at her side. Spike, Vicious, and Lucius had split from them earlier to search the building more thoroughly. She had felt such pride as she watched Vicious and Lucius together. Now she was slinking through the shadows, her body moving only slightly slower than it once did. She motioned to James, sending him down an opposing hallway. She couldn’t let him see what she was going to do. Not if she could help it.
* Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd*
~*~*~*~
* In these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings, no one knows*
Vicious growled as they hit another dead end. Quickly, he turned to his two compatriots, a look in both pairs of eyes that confirmed his thoughts. Amaya had sent them here on purpose.
“Bloody hell! What are you three doing here?” James’ voice broke through his thoughts.
Spike groaned. “God damn that woman!”
James snarled. “Not again!”
Lucius seemed confused. “She does this often?”
“What? Act like a bloody hero and try to keep us from the fight? It’s the only thing about here that’s constant!”
“She’s overprotective,” Spike stated.
“She’s a right idiot!” James snarled.
“He’s being pissy because she’s the man in the relationship more often than he is,” Spike joked.
“Oh can it, Spiegal!” the blonde man growled. “Sith is my bloody sister, she should have understood that I needed to be there!”
“She’s my wife and Amaya did the same to me. In her eyes, Amaya is worth less than we are,” Vicious spoke.
Lucius raised a brow. “I see, good thing I know a shortcut,” he said as he pressed on a panel in the wall, opening a hidden door. He then smiled to the others before melting away into the shadows.
Spike’s eyes widened. “God!”
James seemed just as shocked. “I thought Sith could only do that trick?”
Vicious scowled and entered the shadowy hall followed by the other men.
* What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart*
~*~*~*~
* And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life [another life] *
Amaya slunk down the hall with her old grace. The pair of guards, never had seen her until it was too late. They stood still, like stone centurions, their bodies frozen in rigor mortis as their crimson lives trailed down the wall behind them, stab wounds riddling their black bodies and knives keeping them upright.
She studied the doors around her, making sure the cameras couldn’t see her until absolutely necessary. She dashed forward, a black blur in the corner of a security screen as she ran down the stairs to the basement. She knew where she was heading.
* No real reason to accept the way
things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45*
~*~*~*~
* Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while*
Julia laughed as she watched tapes of her past captives. The look of pain on so many faces caused pure, unbridled glee to bubble forth from her serene face. She turned, gazing out at the world below, a look of certainty on her features as the sounds of screams filled her head. The dark and tainted world seemed a perfect playground for her.
“Soon, you will all belong to me,” she laughed softly.
The door opened, causing Julia to spin around, her long blonde locks swirling about her shoulders. Blue eyes widened as they locked with the pale grey ones before her. “Kage… but I heard-“ she started.
Kage smiled cockily. “You shouldn’t listen to rumors, Julia. You above all know how false they can be.”
Julia’s eyes lit up as a seductive smile played across her face. “That is so true.”
Kage shrugged. “Your men are incompetent. They didn’t even notice me.”
Julia’s smile widened as she stalked closer to the younger man. “That they are. Only you seem to have the stamina and skill to please me.”
Kage remained nonchalant as she spoke as he shuddered inwardly. ‘She’s older than my mother.’
“I take it Amaya is dead then?” she asked.
“She won’t be bothering you.”
Her smile grew. “Wonderful. Let us go. You must meet my new pet.”
Kage nodded and took her arm. “Lead the way.”
* In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else*
~*~*~*~
* There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight*
James scowled as he listened to their conversation through the wall. “Is there anyone that she ‘asn’t slept with?” he asked.
Vicious scowled. “She always was a whore.”
Spike shuddered. “Remind me to get the kid de-loused when this is over.”
James rolled his eyes and followed Lucius and Julia’s path down the stairs, using Lucius’ secret halls. “No wonder Amaya ‘n Sith hate the bint so much.”
Vicious sneered as he followed his vocal brother in law. “I’m surprised she hasn’t dropped dead from disease yet.”
* What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart*
~*~*~*~
* And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life [another life] *
Amaya froze as she saw him; that hulking brute that had spat and laughed as he raped her. He was the monster that had personally taken a knife and had violated her until she could no longer scream. That vile, contemptuous thing has taken her ability to bear children from her. She saw red. Her mission be damned, she wanted blood. His blood.
“I’m off to meet the boss at the ‘animal’s’ cage,” he informed another Tiger.
Amaya froze, staying her hand. She could follow him, find the exact location of Sith’s prison. Blood would be had, but only after Sith was located. Mission reinstated, she became his shadow, following him down the hall as he bragged to his companion. She felt a vile stone in her gut as the monster boasted about his conquests to and for Julia.
‘I’m surprised that whore hasn’t dropped dead from disease, yet,’ she scoffed mentally as she lingered in a shadow, the men having stopped before a heavy, steel door at the end of the hall. ‘Of course it’s at the end of the hall. Why wouldn’t it?’
She moved closer, passing a strange looking wall, ready to snap his neck and drink forth his spraying blood when she froze. A familiar, poisoned-honey laugh floated down the hall, stilling her hands as she slunk back into a shadow, watching and waiting for Julia’s bottle-blonde head to emerge from the other side.
A grey eye bugged out in shock as Julia walked into her sight, her long, black widow-like limbs wrapped around her son. She seethed and raged as she watched Julia’s fingers entwining in his hair and drawing random symbols on his chest. Her eye grew silver in anger as Julia kissed him, possessively as she groped him indecently.
She tensed, ready to leap out and tear the bimbo limb from limb when she was grappled by several pairs of arms and dragged behind that wall that had appeared strange to her earlier. She kicked out, connecting with someone’s groin and smiled as she heard a yelp of pain and a thump as one pair of arms slipped from her. She thrashed about, her vision tunneled onto killing Julia and saving her son.
She vaguely registered Spike’s swearing and Vicious’ low chuckle as he held her back. She continued to thrash about and kick as Spike threatened to ‘smack some sense into her’. Her efforts doubled her maternal instinct on high as she heard the threat. She needed to save her son from that conniving bitch.
“Love,” a familiar baritone broke through her mind. “Lucius is a big boy, knows what ‘e’s doin’. Calm down, pet. Stop fightin’ us an’ save your energy for Julia.”
Amaya relaxed, her eye focusing on the platinum blonde man before her. She smiled to him softly and let him pull her close, whispering encouragement as she ordered her thoughts. Vicious and Spike just watched as James calmed her down and brought her back to focus. She then turned to them, her face burning red as she noticed how badly she had hurt Spike.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“You are so lucky that I care more about Sith right now,” Spike grumbled.
* No real reason to accept the way
things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45*
~*~*~*~
* Everyone's pointing their fingers*
He felt sick, the sight before him being too gruesome to bear. At first, he hadn’t connected that the body hanging like a piece of meat was human. Not until a low, muffled growl bubbled forth, a pair of violet eyes glaring at him in vehemence from beneath a curtain of crimson. He turned to the woman on his arm. The once flawless beauty that had captivated him so when he first met her was nothing to him now; her once casual grace, merely a well planned act. He shot her a fake grin. One that was far more convincing than her own. He caught the eyes of the captive as he did so, the message he sent clear to only those that knew his mother. One she had taught him carefully.
‘She’s here, she’s coming, she sorry,’ he projected to the beaten and bloody woman before him.
He turned to Julia then, his grin still in place. “Leave her with me, she and I have a score to settle.”
Julia’s eyes brightened at the thought of torture. Lucius wanted to vomit. “Can I watch?” she asked with a child-like enthusiasm.
He shook his head. “This is personal, my love.”
She nodded, her face crestfallen, but understanding. “I’ll be outside,” she said softly as she detangled herself from him and closed the door behind her.
As soon as it clicked in place, his grin faded and a look of disgust filled his eyes as he spat upon the floor. He then turned to Sith and quickly unlocked her chains. Those eyes, now black, were questioning. She could see them both in him; that cold fire, the combination of Amaya’s fire and Vicious’ ice. He said nothing as he caught her rapidly falling form and wrapped her in his warm, woolen coat. He then moved quickly, cutting the gag from her mouth and setting her down near the door, far from the pooling blood in the center of the room.
* Always condemning me*
“They’re waiting my signal, “he said finally.
She nodded. “Send it,” she commanded her voice hoarse.
He pulled out a handgun, gripping it tightly as he placed a hand on the door. “You’re knives are in the right pocket,” he informed, knowing she’d understand.
Sith moved slowly, her pale fingers reaching into the pocket to feel the cool steel of her blades. A small smile crept across her lips. She could fight, she wanted to fight, and he understood that.
Lucius waited silently, locking his eyes with hers in silent warning as he opened the door. “Julia,” he called harshly.
A bullet rang out, followed by the sound of meat and bone exploding and a scream. Julia rushed inside, her face and hair covered with blood and brain matter. “They’re here!” she cried out as she slammed the door closed.
The sound of gunfire reverberated through the door; hell had broken loose in the hall. And Both Lucius and Sith knew whom had brought it.
* And nobody knows what I believe
I believe*
~*~*~*~
* And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life [another life]
No real reason to accept the way
things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45*
Amaya watched as Julia and her men exited the room, without Lucius. She knew the plan now. He would call for her when it was time, then they would attack. Then, the fun would truly begin.
She listened as that vile woman moaned and sighed about how wonderful Kage was in bed. She fumed her grip tight on her gun. She felt a tense hand on her arm and glanced over to see the understanding eyes of Vicious. She nodded, releasing some of the grip on her pistol, her other hand fingering the next magazine of bullets. She turned back to the small group outside the door, her gun leveled with the head of the larger man that had been spared death earlier by her hand. He was going to go first.
Her vision tunneled again. Her gun and mind aimed at the head of the bastard that had destroyed her body. The door opened, her son’s voice hard as he called out to Julia. She felt Vicious remove his hand and she fired. A smile grew on her face as she watched the bullet hit perfectly. The hollow point bullet, she had loaded for the bastard, blowing the back of his head into tiny bits, a confetti of gore and blood that rained upon Julia’s perfect face and fake blonde hair.
The bitch screamed, a sound that Amaya reveled in as she watched her rush inside the room while Vicious, Spike and James began to take out the other guards. She continued firing until she had barely any bullets left. She then unsheathed her sword with Vicious and leapt forward as James and Spike continued to fire. They moved with an old synchronicity, slashing at the charging Tigers as they attacked.
Amaya winced and cried out as a bullet burned her gut and pierced her arm, falling to her knees as she continued to fight. She changed her grip on her sword as she stood, using it as a javelin to pierce one of the many guards that were coming to Julia’s rescue and rushed forward. She unsheathed it from the corpse with an old fluidity as she swung out, decapitating three men and incapacitating five more.
The door opened, causing Amaya to turn. Julia stumbled backwards, familiar silver blades stuck into her body. Blue eyes met one gray one and time stopped.
Neither woman felt the bullets that grazed their bodies as they charged at one another. Neither noticed the looks of shock on the faces of the others as Amaya thrust her sword forward and Julia lifted a knife from her arm. Their vision was tunneled as they attacked, Amaya’s sword sheathing into Julia’s left side as a silver knife hit Amaya’s wounded arm.
Time resumed and Amaya locked her eyes with the pale blue of Vicious from the other side of Julia’s body. Amaya could feel a pain in her gut on her left side, the opposite of where her own blade had entered the blonde bitch. She stumbled back, forgetting her blade as he did the same. Both laughed as they sported wounds from one another’s swords. Neither serious in nature, most of both blades being imbedded in the now dead form of Julia.
“We have to work on that,” Amaya joked to the cold looking man.
Vicious nodded. “Indeed. That really hurt.”
“Mother!” Lucius’ frantic cry broke them both from their reveries and soon both she and Vicious were standing in the doorway.
Amaya gasped as she ran to Sith’s side. “No! Not like this! Not by her!” she wept as she knelt beside the blood soaked form of her once partner.
Black eyes, half lidded in pain locked on her grey. By all accounts she should have been dead already, the extent of her wounds as horrible as they were. Amaya grasped her friend’s hand, the cold clammy feeling of death already upon her. “Shoot me.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” Amaya baited. “You’re going to be fine.”
A smile twitched onto Sith’s face, blood seeping from the side of her mouth. There was a look of relief and courage in her eyes as she steadied her gaze with Amaya’s. “You know better.”
Tears burned down her bloodstained cheeks, dripping down onto her face of her old friend and partner. “Don’t make me do this,” she begged.
Sith tightened her hand onto Amaya’s. “Only you.”
Amaya nodded, standing slowly as she drew her gun. She had maybe three shots left, just in case. Her hand trembled as she pointed it at her old partner. No words could be said that would sound right in her ears. She kept her eye steadily locked on Sith’s obsidian orbs, letting everything she felt for the dying woman seep through them to her.
Sith closed her eyes, the message having been received, and the voices quiet for the first time in all her life. “Thank you.”
Amaya pulled the trigger and a shot rang out, the sound deafening in the small room. Sith was gone, truly gone. The pistol fell as she slumped to her knees and wept. Everything was for nothing. All had been lost, Sith, had been lost.
Amaya wailed, the sound like those of the banshee of ancient lore. That strangled, mournful sound that burst forth from her lips as tears continued to fall. She could hear the shouting anger of Vicious’ grief in the hallway. She could hear Spike’s attempts to calm him. But she couldn’t do anything about it. The pain was too much, too great. She felt a pair of warm arms wrap around her and heard the familiar sound of James’ voice as he held her, letting her cry as he stared at the cooling corpse of the woman that had once been his little sister.
She was gone.
*And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life [another life]
No real reason to accept the way
things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45*
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Levii: Wahhh! Shadows is done! Sith is dead! That reallly bites, don' it? Anyways, with the death of Julia and the closing of Shadows.... it has come to my attention that, yes, my story shall be ending soon as well. I'll try to sqeeze out as many chapters as I can... but hey, all things, no matter how good, must come to an end. I must say that this is the best story I have ever had the pleasure of writing and Natakamani is one of the most talented writers I've had the pleasure to work with, I really have loved working with her and hope to do so again someday. Well, on that sad note, I bid you all adieu until next time. Send me a review, or rant about Shadow's ending... whatever you want. Just drop me a line. Ja ppls!
^_^;