The Calm
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Category:
+. to F › Cowboy Bebop
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
49
Views:
2,472
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.
Betrayal and Revenge
Disclaimer: Nope... still don\'t own Bebop, or Sith or the song Cigarettes
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Song: Cigarettes
Artist: Seether
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The Calm
Chapter 9: Betrayal and Revenge
* They suck you in like cigarettes,
While hanging out out to dry, yeah*
Amaya watched the world through a veil of smoke, the sun setting, the sky appearing to be tainted with blood. Everything seemed to be tainted with blood. Amaya moved from her perch on the ledge, it could be so easy, to fall, to die. ‘Except I’m already dead,’ she sighed mentally.
She could see the happy couples and innocent people walk along the streets. Amaya smiled sadistically and pulled out a pistol, lining up her barrel with the head of a male pedestrian. “So simple,” she said.
‘But, you can’t, it’s not in your nature to kill those that don’t have death hanging over them,’ a voice murmered.
“Oh great, I’m hearing voices now,” Amaya grumbled.
‘No, just your conscience,’ the voice teased.
Amaya sighed and holstered her gun. “I was just playing a bit.”
“Talking to yourself now?” a voice called from behind.
Amaya turned quickly, her pistol drawn, pointed at her ‘guest’. She then rolled her eyes and relaxed. “Fuck, Rodger, I nearly killed you!” she growled.
Rodger grinned, wrinkles forming around the patch on his eye.
*Making you feel like a hypocrite,
because you cannot lie, yeah*
Amaya stared at the young doctor warily, there was something in his smile, something devious. “What did you do?”
Rodger laughed, it wasn’t the laugh of a sane man. It was the laugh of a desperate and insane man. He lifted a gun and fired before Amaya could think. Amaya felt the bite of a tranq dart in her chest, her breath leaving her in a great whoosh as she fell to the ground, her head smacking against the ledge. ‘Fuck!’ was the only word that came to mind as her vision blackened.
*You are the reason we will never be set free,
We wanna be like you- we wanna be so cool
Just like you*
She was twelve; her father was passed out on the couch, a bottle of whisky in his loose fingers. She knew not to make noise when Daddy was sleeping his pain off. She sat in her room quietly, caressing the only thing she had left of her mother, a photo. She then jumped when she heard the door burst open.
“What the fuck!” Daddy shouted.
“You think you could just leave!” a man yelled.
“No… I wasn’t… please!” Daddy begged from the floor as she peeked out her door.
Three men were standing around him, pistols out. She knew what was going to happen; she knew that Daddy was going to die at that moment. The men pointed their guns at Daddy, while he begged.
“Please… Mao! I have a daughter!” he begged the short man, he looked a little like Mr. Takama’s pug dog from down the street.
Mao turned to her door, she whimpered and ran underneath her bed. She covered her head and cried out as she heard two guns fire simultaneously. She unclenched her tearing eyes and looked out to see a man’s shoes waiting for her at the side of her bed.
“You can come out, child. We won’t hurt you,” his soft, raspy voice said. It was a comforting voice, a feeling that she hadn’t been able to feel since her Mommy died.
Slowly, she crawled out the other side, she wasn’t stupid. “You promise?” she asked softly.
The Pug man smiled softly and nodded. “I promise. I just want to take you somewhere safe,” he said.
She snorted. Nothing was safe, there was no such place. “No such place,” she murmered.
The Pug man grinned and picked up Mommy’s picture. “I knew your mother, you look just like her.”
Marissood ood slowly. “Really?”
The Pug man nodded. “Indeed. She is greatly missed. The Van want you to come with me.”
“The Van? You mean Mommy’s bosses? “ She asked.
The Pug man nodded. “Yes, you can stay with me and the boys that I’m taking care of. But you don’t have to.”
Marissa looked past the Pug man to where Daddy lay in a growing pool of his own blood. Her grey eyes hardened as a single tear fell down a pale cheek. She wasn’t going to miss Daddy as much as Mommy, Mommy had never hit her. Mommy had been a hero, he had been a wannabe hero. She then turned to the Pug man and nodded. “Okay, teach me to be like Mommy was.”
*They’re hanging you out with whiskey breath
While leaving you out in the sun, yeah*
Her head felt like a swarm of angry bees. She opened her eyes slowly, wincing and hissing slightly as the bright sunlight burned her retinas. She couldn’t move her arms or legs, she focused her fuzzed vision to see chains holding her down to a cold stone floor.
“Oh, just wonderful,” she grumbled.
“I see our new pet has woken,” a slimy voice called.
Amaya lifted her head to see a greasy, gangly man standing against a door. Rodger was behind him. Amaya growled low, she wanted to rip out that little prick’s spine, and she would too. “Fucking bastard! I’m going to tear you to pieces you little shit!” she snapped at the young man.
Rodger flinched as the greasy man laughed. “You can’t do a damn thing, Wolf. You’re chained down.”
Amaya laughed, her real laugh, a cold spine shivering laugh, the laugh of death itself. “You think these will hold me?”
The greasy man smiled arrogantly and confidently. “Of course.”
Rodger seemed worried. “Can you just pay me now, I got her for you. You said that if I got her for you, I could go.”
Amaya grinned as she noticed a wolf tattoo on the greasy man’s neck as he turned to Rodger. “You will leave when I fucking say so!” he snapped as he slapped the young man to the ground.
Rodger whimpered and gathered himself back uSureSure, whatever you say.”
Amaya laughed again, she could see the greasy man shiver in fear. Rodger was trembling. “You’re a Black Wolf, right?”
The greasy man nodded. “Yeah, and when I turn in your hide to my superior, I’m going to be richly rewarded.”
Amaya’s cold laugh reverberated off the concrete walls. Both men were visibly frightened into their spots. “You won’t live long enough.”
*Making you feel like a hypocrite,
Because you cannot run, yeah*
Amaya cracked her neck as she stretched out her limbs. Her chains long forgotten on the floor. The greasy looking Black Wolf, lay beside them, his neck snapped at an awkward angle, his eyes bulging from his blue face. Rodger was cringing in the corner of her prison of a few days.
“You’re afraid?” Amaya asked, her voice an icy sliver of ice down his spine.
Rodger nodded furiously.
Amaya smiled coldly. “Get up, Rodger.”
Rodger shook harder as he stood, a wet spot at the crotch of his pants. “P-please!”
Amaya touched his face gently before grasping him by the back of his neck. “You’re pathetic, Rodger. You killed the other doctors, right?”
Rodger nodded furiously.
“Greed corrupts, Rodger Smith, it seduces and then corrupts the weak. You’re weak, and you know, “ she said as she dug her nails into his neck and shook him slightly, her voice raising a few heated degrees. “You Know! What I do to the weak!” Rodger was shaking, the smell of his bowls releasing choking the room. Amaya grimaced. “Pathetic,” she growled as she pulled a thin blade from her wrist and stabbed it into his neck.
Blood washed over her hands as Rodger screamed and fell to the ground; the small blade sticking from his corroded artery, his blood flowing over the concrete floor, mixing with that which she had shed in her short stay here. Amaya grimaced and pulled her blade from his neck, causing the blood to flow faster, spurting from the small wound in his neck. She then tossed a few bills on his body and walked sedately out of the room, her limbs still stiff from being chained for days on end.
*You are the reason we will never be set free,
We wanna be like you- we wanna be so cool
Just like you*
~*~*~*~
Levii: I freakin love Seether! They rock! I just got thier album: Disclaimer II, SOOOO good! Anyways, I thought this song just fit with Amaya\'s little prediciment. And it\'s sort of another peek into her past, who she once was and how she became to be with the Red Dragons. Also shows you that maybe she\'s known Vicious and Spike for longer than everyone\'s been told. Next chapter I may go into how she became Eve. What happened to her when she first killed and her first step to becoming what she is now. AH well, Review and I\'ll give you a big cookie and a hug!
Ja ne!
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Song: Cigarettes
Artist: Seether
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The Calm
Chapter 9: Betrayal and Revenge
* They suck you in like cigarettes,
While hanging out out to dry, yeah*
Amaya watched the world through a veil of smoke, the sun setting, the sky appearing to be tainted with blood. Everything seemed to be tainted with blood. Amaya moved from her perch on the ledge, it could be so easy, to fall, to die. ‘Except I’m already dead,’ she sighed mentally.
She could see the happy couples and innocent people walk along the streets. Amaya smiled sadistically and pulled out a pistol, lining up her barrel with the head of a male pedestrian. “So simple,” she said.
‘But, you can’t, it’s not in your nature to kill those that don’t have death hanging over them,’ a voice murmered.
“Oh great, I’m hearing voices now,” Amaya grumbled.
‘No, just your conscience,’ the voice teased.
Amaya sighed and holstered her gun. “I was just playing a bit.”
“Talking to yourself now?” a voice called from behind.
Amaya turned quickly, her pistol drawn, pointed at her ‘guest’. She then rolled her eyes and relaxed. “Fuck, Rodger, I nearly killed you!” she growled.
Rodger grinned, wrinkles forming around the patch on his eye.
*Making you feel like a hypocrite,
because you cannot lie, yeah*
Amaya stared at the young doctor warily, there was something in his smile, something devious. “What did you do?”
Rodger laughed, it wasn’t the laugh of a sane man. It was the laugh of a desperate and insane man. He lifted a gun and fired before Amaya could think. Amaya felt the bite of a tranq dart in her chest, her breath leaving her in a great whoosh as she fell to the ground, her head smacking against the ledge. ‘Fuck!’ was the only word that came to mind as her vision blackened.
*You are the reason we will never be set free,
We wanna be like you- we wanna be so cool
Just like you*
She was twelve; her father was passed out on the couch, a bottle of whisky in his loose fingers. She knew not to make noise when Daddy was sleeping his pain off. She sat in her room quietly, caressing the only thing she had left of her mother, a photo. She then jumped when she heard the door burst open.
“What the fuck!” Daddy shouted.
“You think you could just leave!” a man yelled.
“No… I wasn’t… please!” Daddy begged from the floor as she peeked out her door.
Three men were standing around him, pistols out. She knew what was going to happen; she knew that Daddy was going to die at that moment. The men pointed their guns at Daddy, while he begged.
“Please… Mao! I have a daughter!” he begged the short man, he looked a little like Mr. Takama’s pug dog from down the street.
Mao turned to her door, she whimpered and ran underneath her bed. She covered her head and cried out as she heard two guns fire simultaneously. She unclenched her tearing eyes and looked out to see a man’s shoes waiting for her at the side of her bed.
“You can come out, child. We won’t hurt you,” his soft, raspy voice said. It was a comforting voice, a feeling that she hadn’t been able to feel since her Mommy died.
Slowly, she crawled out the other side, she wasn’t stupid. “You promise?” she asked softly.
The Pug man smiled softly and nodded. “I promise. I just want to take you somewhere safe,” he said.
She snorted. Nothing was safe, there was no such place. “No such place,” she murmered.
The Pug man grinned and picked up Mommy’s picture. “I knew your mother, you look just like her.”
Marissood ood slowly. “Really?”
The Pug man nodded. “Indeed. She is greatly missed. The Van want you to come with me.”
“The Van? You mean Mommy’s bosses? “ She asked.
The Pug man nodded. “Yes, you can stay with me and the boys that I’m taking care of. But you don’t have to.”
Marissa looked past the Pug man to where Daddy lay in a growing pool of his own blood. Her grey eyes hardened as a single tear fell down a pale cheek. She wasn’t going to miss Daddy as much as Mommy, Mommy had never hit her. Mommy had been a hero, he had been a wannabe hero. She then turned to the Pug man and nodded. “Okay, teach me to be like Mommy was.”
*They’re hanging you out with whiskey breath
While leaving you out in the sun, yeah*
Her head felt like a swarm of angry bees. She opened her eyes slowly, wincing and hissing slightly as the bright sunlight burned her retinas. She couldn’t move her arms or legs, she focused her fuzzed vision to see chains holding her down to a cold stone floor.
“Oh, just wonderful,” she grumbled.
“I see our new pet has woken,” a slimy voice called.
Amaya lifted her head to see a greasy, gangly man standing against a door. Rodger was behind him. Amaya growled low, she wanted to rip out that little prick’s spine, and she would too. “Fucking bastard! I’m going to tear you to pieces you little shit!” she snapped at the young man.
Rodger flinched as the greasy man laughed. “You can’t do a damn thing, Wolf. You’re chained down.”
Amaya laughed, her real laugh, a cold spine shivering laugh, the laugh of death itself. “You think these will hold me?”
The greasy man smiled arrogantly and confidently. “Of course.”
Rodger seemed worried. “Can you just pay me now, I got her for you. You said that if I got her for you, I could go.”
Amaya grinned as she noticed a wolf tattoo on the greasy man’s neck as he turned to Rodger. “You will leave when I fucking say so!” he snapped as he slapped the young man to the ground.
Rodger whimpered and gathered himself back uSureSure, whatever you say.”
Amaya laughed again, she could see the greasy man shiver in fear. Rodger was trembling. “You’re a Black Wolf, right?”
The greasy man nodded. “Yeah, and when I turn in your hide to my superior, I’m going to be richly rewarded.”
Amaya’s cold laugh reverberated off the concrete walls. Both men were visibly frightened into their spots. “You won’t live long enough.”
*Making you feel like a hypocrite,
Because you cannot run, yeah*
Amaya cracked her neck as she stretched out her limbs. Her chains long forgotten on the floor. The greasy looking Black Wolf, lay beside them, his neck snapped at an awkward angle, his eyes bulging from his blue face. Rodger was cringing in the corner of her prison of a few days.
“You’re afraid?” Amaya asked, her voice an icy sliver of ice down his spine.
Rodger nodded furiously.
Amaya smiled coldly. “Get up, Rodger.”
Rodger shook harder as he stood, a wet spot at the crotch of his pants. “P-please!”
Amaya touched his face gently before grasping him by the back of his neck. “You’re pathetic, Rodger. You killed the other doctors, right?”
Rodger nodded furiously.
“Greed corrupts, Rodger Smith, it seduces and then corrupts the weak. You’re weak, and you know, “ she said as she dug her nails into his neck and shook him slightly, her voice raising a few heated degrees. “You Know! What I do to the weak!” Rodger was shaking, the smell of his bowls releasing choking the room. Amaya grimaced. “Pathetic,” she growled as she pulled a thin blade from her wrist and stabbed it into his neck.
Blood washed over her hands as Rodger screamed and fell to the ground; the small blade sticking from his corroded artery, his blood flowing over the concrete floor, mixing with that which she had shed in her short stay here. Amaya grimaced and pulled her blade from his neck, causing the blood to flow faster, spurting from the small wound in his neck. She then tossed a few bills on his body and walked sedately out of the room, her limbs still stiff from being chained for days on end.
*You are the reason we will never be set free,
We wanna be like you- we wanna be so cool
Just like you*
~*~*~*~
Levii: I freakin love Seether! They rock! I just got thier album: Disclaimer II, SOOOO good! Anyways, I thought this song just fit with Amaya\'s little prediciment. And it\'s sort of another peek into her past, who she once was and how she became to be with the Red Dragons. Also shows you that maybe she\'s known Vicious and Spike for longer than everyone\'s been told. Next chapter I may go into how she became Eve. What happened to her when she first killed and her first step to becoming what she is now. AH well, Review and I\'ll give you a big cookie and a hug!
Ja ne!