Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Blood and Tears ❯ Smoking Gun ( Chapter 1 )

Blood and Tears

Faye sighed. Her right hand brushed through her short purple hair, her slender index finger tucking a few strands behind her ear. The smell of cigar smoke and booze filled her nostrils as her green eyes traced along the circular poker table, the grizzled, murderous and horny faces glarig at her causing some sweat to trickle down the back of her neck. 'If I don't win this hand..' she thought, her green eyes now peering at the cards fanned between her pale fleshed fingertips, the slender digits belonging to her left hand. Her green eyes gazed upwards with a mock girlish innocence to them, after realizing her hand was complete useless SHIT. The man sitting across from her, some trucker with a scruffy brown beard; bald head; and wattery black eyes grunted at her. "Time to show that sweet hand, Lil' lady," he almost growled. "You know what happens if you loose." She knew all too well. His eyes were dancing down along her, well what she considered, perfect body. A round bust contained beneath a flimsy yellow leather button belly top, taught and pale tummy with the straps of her underwear running down into her hips, her rounded hips and rear sheathed within yellow short shorts and beisge stockings running up from her white boots. She felt a shiver go down her back as she thought about what all these men could do to her body, and the hard-on's they must be packing about now. "Fuck you, Polesmoker." She said matter of factly. The trucker's face turned red and contorted into a mask of anger.. but went deathly white after a bullet found it's way into his skull. The only sound in the crowded bar after the gunshot was the dull thump of the trucker's body collapsing backwards over his chair, and the almost musical sound of the shell casing hitting the wooden floor. A stir of motion to her left, and suddenly Faye's hand that contained the smoking Beretta M9 was pinned to the card table. Muscular and thick arms embraced her taught waist from behind. She could feel her back pressing into the soild beer belly of one of the trucker's. Her green eyes flickered to the front to see an agered unshaven face looming a few inches in front of hers, booze breath washingover her lips. The lips that were contained somewhere in the trucker's gruff facial hair pressed against thethick crimson lines of her's, surpressing her scream. From behind, she could feel the other one's growing erection pressing into her ample rear. What she heard next made her blood run cold, and the thought of Gangbang rape by these pigs seem like heaven. "Let her go." A thin and hollow voice whispered, the sound of metal against leather filling Faye's ears. Her green eyes trailed to the side, to see the slender form of Vicious step from the shadows, he somehow seeming even more gaunt than before.