Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ A Moment In Time ❯ Easy As Life ( Chapter 13 )

Please Read: Been a while hasn't it? Yes well I've been pretty busy lately, with school and whatnot. Being the smart woman I am I'm in all those extra hard classes that just throw on the work, fun fun. So I've been trying to find the time to do this. Even though I love writing, I must say that school work is my first priority so I won't write until I have finished everything for school. So if I slack off, fear not for I will finish this story, no matter what it takes!

Disclaimer: I don't own CB or Easy As Life By: Tina Turner

Chapter Thirteen:

Easy As Life

"Oh my God, Spike. Jet's dead!"

"P-pardon?" A shocked expression spread across his features. Taking a deep breath Spike reluctantly turned his head towards the direction Faye was pointing at.

A slight shiver ran down his spine as he took in the sight in front of him. Like always, Jet didn't go down without a fight. Or at least it appeared that way, seeing as their were two corpses scattered across the floor other then him.

Furrowing his eyebrows in concentration Spike jammed a cigarette between his chapped lips. Savoring the taste, he made his way towards Jet's lifeless body.

Faye had long before hurried through the halls searching for the other members of the crew. Kneeling beside the body, Spike removed the gun from Jet's stiff fingers. Cringing at the sickening snap of the fingers, he dropped the gun to the side as he made to take his blue sports jacket off. Sliding off of his arm, he laid it upon Jet's upper body.

This is the moment when

The Gods expect me to beg for help

But I won't even try

I want nothing in the world

But myself to protect me

The empty stare of his late comrades open, glazed eyes was enough to give any normal person nightmares. 'So this is how is feels' Rubbing his chin with his right hand, the bristling of his stubble was less irritating than the feeling that was churning deep in his stomach.

Never before had death affected him like it did now. He was no better then the people who did this to Jet. Sure he had only known the older man for a couple of years, but they were practically best friends. Come to think of it, his only friend.

Getting up out of his squatting position, Spike hesitantly started towards the other two unidentified corpses. Sticking his boot underneath the body he flipped it onto it's back for inspection.

"Syndicate scum," At the sound of the casual feminine voice, Spike's head snapped up in the direction of the stairs. "It's empty, nobody's here."

Letting his eyes scan her body, he didn't let her cool demeanor fool himself. He could see her hands shaking. She was scared, just like him. She didn't want to show she cared. Why admit it now, when it was too late?

Running his fingers through his messy mop of hair, Spike let out a low whistle.

"They really did a number on him, Faye. I don't think you'll want to see." Spike stated, ignoring the statement Faye had just made. He didn't need to think about that right now. Everything was going fine, and then this. Nothing ever worked out for him.

"Pft, I'm a big girl Spike. I've seen dead bodies before." Squinting her eyes in annoyance, Faye very slowly stalked towards Spike. Staring down at the man before her she gave him a swift kick to the head. The another, and another. The staining pigment of blood on her pearly white boots not effecting her in the least.

Until I think about him

As he was when I last saw him

And how he would have been

Were I to be with him today

"Whoa, Faye!" Grabbing ahold of the side of both her arms he pulled her away from the body. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Sliding down out of Spikes grip she fell to the floor. Pulling her knees up to her chest she wrapped her slender arms around her legs. Looking up, wisps of purple hair slid off of her face, big round watery eyes stared up into his.

Never before had Spike ever seen Faye like this. So exposed, vulnerable. IT was heart wrenching to see her look so defeated, for no given reason.

"That was supposed to be me Spike! I should be dead, rotting in hell. Not Jet!" Laying her head against her arms, small tremors raked through her petite body. Muffled gasps could be heard. From the looks of it, the crazed woman was having a panic attack. "If I wasn't so damn selfish all the time, I wouldn't have been out while they were here, killing him!"

"I agree." Spike avoided her surprised jade eyes, as he watched the smoke wrap around his head.

"Excuse me?" By the looks of it, she could breath. Twitching every now and then, Faye pinned him with a heated glare.

"I said I agree. He would still be alive if you were here." Okay, maybe he didn't have to say it in such a detached and blaming voice, but what he said was true. Jet would probably be alive and kicking right now if they hadn't gone out on their little 'date'.

Reaching across the floor , over Spike's boots, Faye grabbed Jets discarded gun. Taking a deep breath and shutting her eyes close together she raised the gun to her temple. Mumbling to herself, she began counting to ten.

Spitting out his cigarette, Spike punched his chest attempting to rid himself of his choking fit. Getting down on all fours, Spike tried to wrestle the gun from her pale fingers. Smacking her across the face, Faye relinquished her hold. Empty emerald eyes stared into cold gray eyes.

"Shit, Faye. What the fuck were you thinking!?" Pocketing the gun to make sure she wouldn't try anything stupid again he plopped down next Faye. Not receiving an answer, he rested his large calloused hand atop of her shoulder.

She looked so helpless sitting there. So lost. For all Spike knew, she and Jet had never really been to chummy to one another. So what was her problem? There was something that she was wasn't telling him.

Letting her mouth open and close a couple of times Faye's brain could finally put a sentence together.

All I have to do is pretend I never knew him

On those very rare occasions when he steals into my heart

Better to have lost him when the tides were barely binding

Better the contempt of the familiar cannot start

"I-I'm gonna die." She let her arm raise, almost as if she wanted to reach out and touch Jets lifeless body. Then let it ceremoniously drop to her side once more. Harsh laughter escaped her mouth as her crimson lips curling upwards. Spike was partially awaiting the flames of hell to erupt on either side of her, and a tail to sprout from her ass crack, because she looked like the spawn of devil at that very moment.

"I'm gonna die, Spike!" It sounded more like she was singing it, then anything else. Her voice slowly growing in pitch. "That's going gonna be me soon, only worse. I know it." Slowly rearing her head in his direction, she shook her head as she latched onto his shirt.

Resting his chin on her purple crown, Spike stroked her hair softly. It had been so long since he had a woman in his arms, to hold. To love. And here one was, literally throwing herself at him, yet nothing could make its way through his lips.

"What do they want from me? Why won't they leave me alone!?" Came her muffled hysteria. Grabbing ahold of her arms again, Spike pulled her away from him. Letting his eyes shine with confusion, he stared into her eyes.

"Are you saying you've ran into them before? That you knew about them?" Anxiety raced through his veins as he awaited her answer.

"Well, now that I think about it, I have seen that uniform before," Biting on her lower lip, a look on concentration slipped onto her features, "Actually, they look a lot like my creditors."

Both sat in silence at the newly acquired information.

"That doesn't make any sense. What would they have to do with each other?" Nothing was making sense, the whole thing was making both their heads spin.

"Yea, but if they were my creditors, I don't think they would have tried to kill anybody. If I'm dead then there's nobody to take money from."

Is this how the Gods

Reward the faithful through the ages

Forcing us to prove

That all the hardest things we've done

are easy, so easy

"So why would the syndicate come looking around here? Maybe they just took Aubrey and Jet got in the way." Faye shook her head at his assumption.

"No. Thats not it. Their after something, I just don't know what yet-"

"Oh my what happened here?" Both heads turned in the direction of the blonde standing in the doorway. Neither had sensed her come in.

"Ding dong, the witch is dead! The mean old witch! That nasty witch!" Edwards singsong voice rang through the room as she cartwheeled down the hall, never once realizing Jet was lying lifeless on the floor. Ein, staring towards them both knowing something was wrong, waddled after Edward. The girl was outsmarted by a dog.

Getting up out of his position, leaving Faye on the floor. Spike marched over to Aubrey.

"Where the hell did you go?" Sidestepping to catch her wondering attention Spike stared into her so very familiar cerulean orbs. She was trying to catch a glimpse at Jet's mauled body.

"He's dead isn't he? He told me to take Ed and hide somewhere outside. I swear I had nothing to do with this!" A dainty, manicured finger made its way to her mouth as she began to chew ferociously at the nail.

"Oh, but you didn't have enough balls to stick it out and help him?" Faye scoffed in the background. Ignoring the comment, Aubrey turned on her heel and scampered to the kitchen.

"What do you think about it?" Spike asked when she was out of earshot. Shrugging, Faye got up off of the ground and wrapped her arms around Spikes waist.

"Let's just get rid of the bodies, okay?" Giving him one last squeeze around hsi waist, she shot him a shy smile as she lugged herself towards her room.

"Great, what the hell am I supposed to do with these?" Snorting at the fact he had been suckered into cleaning up the mess, Spike began to lug the larger of the two towards the dock.

Those very rare occasions don't let up

They keep on coming

All I ever wanted, and im throwing it away

It's easy as life

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

This is no denial, no betrayal, but redemption

Redeemed in my own eyes

And in the pantheon above

Softly shutting my door I let my hand linger on the knob as I flounced onto my stingy mattress. Rolling over onto my side I let a few strands fall onto my face. Staring at my hands I shut my eyes tightly.

Images of Jets body plastered against my eye lids. I could still clearly see the stream of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. The dislocated arm. The discarded mechanical arm, obviously ripped savagely from the rest of his body. She hadn't bothered to look any further.

Jet was a force to be reckoned with. Built, and gruff. If they could do that to him, I could only imagine what I would look like. Yep, I knew I wasn't getting any sleep tonight.

I won't lay down, roll over, and die

Err.. yea thats it! Kinda confusing? Ya well like always, I'll get around to explaining myself so hopefully to can sort of decipher what went on. Dun dun dun, what do those syndicate monkeys want with Faye!?

Oh yea, don't expect a update for maybe a week or two kay? Schools a bitch.

My reviewers-

Red-Tenko: Thanks- I think lol. Yea well I dunno, I was just in the mood for something different, so I killed him! He really isn't to high up on my favorites list though. P.S- I love your stories, you must update ASAP!

Rinoa-Heartilly-666: Hehe, Yea well, surprise! It wasn't Aubrey.. dun dun dun. Gasp what could they have possibly been looking for?

SNK: Happy to be of service! But no, I don't think Faye will really be too involved in any 'revenge' escapades. I mean like I dunno but, were they ever really friends? Comrades maybe, I think that more or less they just tolerated each other. And yea, Faye pulling away. Sure she loves the puffball. But her ego and pride is like a mile high.

Kendra Luehr: Lmao, same here. Jet's wouldn't exactly be somebody I would want to meet in a dark alley. Haha, thing is, I thought killing Jet was hysterical too! Yupp.. there shall be a lemon, but when? Only I know!! I think .. yea but erm- think I could possibly request a favor from you and fill you in and junk and you could possibly write me one or something? Schools becoming a hassle to I have no clue when the next time I'm going to updates going to be. But w.e it doesn't really matter.

Hallie66: Happy ya like it. Yup Jet is dead! A least somebody appreciates the music, I bust my butt looking for the right lyrics!

Yolanda: Yes Jet is dead as a door nail (never quite got that expression) Thanks for the review!!

Candy Perversion: Yes the best is yet to come, with those two not a moment is boring. Whats colorguard ? hehe wow i feel dumb.

Only In Dreams: And the answer to your question .. Jet was killed because he's a nimrod who couldn't just back down! Every dog has his day, it obviously wasn't his.

James: Lol .. patience my fine reader. Everybody thinks Jet dying is funny haha!

Till next time!

-Bunny Breath