Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ The Extermination ❯ The Order ( Chapter 2 )
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By: XCBobby06 
Vicious takes time to reflect on the events that have taken place...
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Suspense | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.29.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 915 | Visits: 202 | Status: Work In Progress
Vicious takes time to reflect on the events that have taken place...
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Suspense | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.29.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 915 | Visits: 202 | Status: Work In Progress
Notes: I would like to thank ~*Inu-Koi*~ for actually reading my story and reviewing it! I appreciate it. Also I would like to give a huge thanks to K-san...as she has fixed my horrible grammer for the second time now!
Warning: Violence, Blood
The Extermination
Chapter 2: The Order
Vicious sat in the chamber in the main hall of the Syndacate headquarters. He looked out over the city below. Lights stayed
on in the huge office buildings, the neon signs flickered on and off showing advertisements of products to the masses. It
reflected in the window as Vicious thought of the many things that were to come. Spike was out there, no doubt that he would
return to the Syndacate after all of the murders were commited. He would come back to finish what had been started years ago.
It would mean more if Spike died by his hands, he thought as he looked out into the blackness. He heard footsteps behind him
and turned to face the man who had just arrived. It was just another pawn of the Syndacate. Low in stature and rank. He
walked tenatively toward Vicious.
"What is it?" He asked as the man cringed slightly from being addressed.
"I have news, sir." The man said nervously, clasping his hands behind his back .
"What is it? I don't have time to listen to anything incoherent." Vicious remarked.
"Sir...it's about Spike."
Vicious turned quickly. "What about Spike?"
The messanger cast his eyes down from vicious's. "We were unable to obtain him, sir"
Vicious looked calmly at the man. His eyes betraying nothing, cold as ice. "Why do you think that was?"
"Sir..." the man's speech began to falter. "It seems that we underestimated the gravity of the situation. The Bebop was able
to escape and it took several of our pilots with it."
Vicious's eyes were steady, still giving nothing away. "I care not for the ship, only it's occupant."
"Sir...there is more bad news...." The man was not used to this silent treatment, it made him more nervous than he already
was.
"What is it this time?" Vicious said, his eyes shone a pale blue green in the light.
"It seems that we have a problem with a former member, sir." the man replied.
"Which one?" Vicious asked.
"Ejiki, sir. It seems we found out that he is still alive..." the man said, his voice becoming shakier.
"Ejiki? Now that is a name I havn't heard uttered in quite a while." Vicious walked toward the man very slowly. "I don't
have time to be chasing ghosts." Vicious stopped right in front of the nervious messanger, looking down with a disdainful
look in his perfect teal eyes.
"Sir it seems like...he may have had some information on Julia." Vicious quickly grabbed the man by his throat and lifted
him into the air.
"Julia?" Vicious asked, his voice growing slightly louder. "Another ghost...it seems as if they travel in packs." The man
was turning red. The oxygen being robbed of him told Vicious this as he squeezed tighter. Several other Syndacate members
entered the room to find the messanger hanging in the air held tight by Vicious's grip.
"Send out several men to find him and Kill him. If you find Julia, then bring her back to me. I cannot afford to chase that
which should have been dead long ago." Vicious said with finality. He released his grip and the messanger fell to the ground,
grabing his throat and gasping for air. He quickly got to his feet and turned to walk toward the others. Vicious quickly
snatched his sword and slashed the man before he was able to fully turn around. The messanger fell back toward the floor,
his hands going for his stomach now and not his throat. He slowly gasped trying to understand what had just happend. It
felt as if his insides had been ripped out. As he fell to the floor, his entrails spilling out onto the carpet staining it
a deeper red, Vicious slowly looked at the other Syndacate members standing there slightly stunned from what they had just
witnessed.
"Failure," he said, slowly sheathing his weapon "Is not an option." The were quick to decern this and left swiftly. Vicious
turned from the messanger on the floor. The mans eyes, even now, glazed over with death, shone with confusion. He walked back
toward the window and looked out at the city below.
"When will you come to wake from your dream, Spike?" He murmered to himself as he watched once again as the neon lights
flickered on and off.
Warning: Violence, Blood
The Extermination
Chapter 2: The Order
Vicious sat in the chamber in the main hall of the Syndacate headquarters. He looked out over the city below. Lights stayed
on in the huge office buildings, the neon signs flickered on and off showing advertisements of products to the masses. It
reflected in the window as Vicious thought of the many things that were to come. Spike was out there, no doubt that he would
return to the Syndacate after all of the murders were commited. He would come back to finish what had been started years ago.
It would mean more if Spike died by his hands, he thought as he looked out into the blackness. He heard footsteps behind him
and turned to face the man who had just arrived. It was just another pawn of the Syndacate. Low in stature and rank. He
walked tenatively toward Vicious.
"What is it?" He asked as the man cringed slightly from being addressed.
"I have news, sir." The man said nervously, clasping his hands behind his back .
"What is it? I don't have time to listen to anything incoherent." Vicious remarked.
"Sir...it's about Spike."
Vicious turned quickly. "What about Spike?"
The messanger cast his eyes down from vicious's. "We were unable to obtain him, sir"
Vicious looked calmly at the man. His eyes betraying nothing, cold as ice. "Why do you think that was?"
"Sir..." the man's speech began to falter. "It seems that we underestimated the gravity of the situation. The Bebop was able
to escape and it took several of our pilots with it."
Vicious's eyes were steady, still giving nothing away. "I care not for the ship, only it's occupant."
"Sir...there is more bad news...." The man was not used to this silent treatment, it made him more nervous than he already
was.
"What is it this time?" Vicious said, his eyes shone a pale blue green in the light.
"It seems that we have a problem with a former member, sir." the man replied.
"Which one?" Vicious asked.
"Ejiki, sir. It seems we found out that he is still alive..." the man said, his voice becoming shakier.
"Ejiki? Now that is a name I havn't heard uttered in quite a while." Vicious walked toward the man very slowly. "I don't
have time to be chasing ghosts." Vicious stopped right in front of the nervious messanger, looking down with a disdainful
look in his perfect teal eyes.
"Sir it seems like...he may have had some information on Julia." Vicious quickly grabbed the man by his throat and lifted
him into the air.
"Julia?" Vicious asked, his voice growing slightly louder. "Another ghost...it seems as if they travel in packs." The man
was turning red. The oxygen being robbed of him told Vicious this as he squeezed tighter. Several other Syndacate members
entered the room to find the messanger hanging in the air held tight by Vicious's grip.
"Send out several men to find him and Kill him. If you find Julia, then bring her back to me. I cannot afford to chase that
which should have been dead long ago." Vicious said with finality. He released his grip and the messanger fell to the ground,
grabing his throat and gasping for air. He quickly got to his feet and turned to walk toward the others. Vicious quickly
snatched his sword and slashed the man before he was able to fully turn around. The messanger fell back toward the floor,
his hands going for his stomach now and not his throat. He slowly gasped trying to understand what had just happend. It
felt as if his insides had been ripped out. As he fell to the floor, his entrails spilling out onto the carpet staining it
a deeper red, Vicious slowly looked at the other Syndacate members standing there slightly stunned from what they had just
witnessed.
"Failure," he said, slowly sheathing his weapon "Is not an option." The were quick to decern this and left swiftly. Vicious
turned from the messanger on the floor. The mans eyes, even now, glazed over with death, shone with confusion. He walked back
toward the window and looked out at the city below.
"When will you come to wake from your dream, Spike?" He murmered to himself as he watched once again as the neon lights
flickered on and off.