Sorry if the last chapter was a bit… ick >.-! But this chapter should be better. Whether or not they make it back to Bebop High School before I end it I’m not sure. I dunno how soon it’ll be before I end it but sadly it may come to an end. No, scratch that! They WILL go back to Bebop High School!!! I have a plan! *Rubs hands together greedily* That they will….
Uh… I wanna thank Qui-Ti for pointing out a sentence that had a small mistake in it. That small mistake made for a disturbing sentence because of my small misspelling. Although I’m sure there are plenty of others, I’m sure you can also over look those. On my part that sentence was pretty embarrassing and I totally forgot that what I was spelling was a part of the body instead of “cologne.” *blushes* I’m sure you understand, hopefully. Anyways, I fixed that mistake because I couldn’t over look it. Geez, I’m rambling, anyways, the oxymoron part was meant to be there, the misspelling wasn’t. ^.6
Enjoy!
Bebop High
By: Setryochi
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It didn’t take long for Spike to get over what had happened. In fact, he soon came to realize that he hated Julia. She had cheated on him with his best friend making them enemies and she lied to him and never told him about the pregnancy until he found out for himself. Of course, Faye helped him see this. But then… Faye had become nicer all of a sudden. It seemed as if her outer shell had melted away over night. He found himself wondering about all of this, but he wasn’t sure if he should ask. After all, it could jinx this good-natured behavior he was receiving from her.
Faye’s strange behavior had been weird. She found herself kind of liking Spike. Before the event with Julia he was just some ass hole who didn’t seem human. He tried to seem perfect and he always had to be right. He had to win and he had to make sure the other person KNEW they had lost. He was an ass… But some how Faye just had to see his vulnerable side. The side she felt only Julia would know. Faye sometimes felt like slapping the girl and then asking her what she was thinking when she did what she did to a guy who obviously loved her. Not that Faye liked him liked him or anything. But he was her friend and when she actually did make a friend, she tended to care about them very much.
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Spike stood from the couch lazily. He had been sitting on the comfortable sofa drinking a Yoo-hoo while watching some cartoon about a magical girl with moon power when the doorbell rang. When he had first heard it he debated on whether or not he wanted to get up. But by the second ring of the doorbell he found that the theme of love and peace was unrealistic and sickening, he stood up and reluctantly went to answer the door.
Opening the door, Yoo-hoo in hand, Spike greeted Faye, “Hey.”
“Hey.”
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The afternoon was hot and a slight breeze rustled the leaves of trees near by. The sun shown bright and most people wore hats or sunglasses during this time of day. Faye sat hunched over a milkshake at a table outside of a concession stand like restaurant. Her sunglasses covered her eyes a gleamed under the intense stare of the sun. Across from her was Spike who lounged back in his chair one arm hanging carelessly of the back of the seat. He wore no hat or sunglasses to protect against the violent rays, and not because he didn’t want to. But because he hadn’t thought to wear anything of the sort.
Faye had sat quietly with her milkshake dipping the straw in and out while listening to him go on about how his family liked to creep up on him. Occasionally she would sip at the melting milkshake and would comment, before going back to resting her chin lazily on her hand as she listened. “You’re not happy that you’re going to see your cousins?”
“Its not that I’m not happy, I just think they should visit at a better time.” He shrugged.
“Oh, so what you’re saying is, they should check to see if the drama in your life has been taken care of before they can come see you.” She stated smirking when he opened his eyes with a startled look on his face.
“That’s not what I’m saying!” he scrambled to get out.
“Oh, than explain.” she stated calmly, her sunglasses glinting as she shifted to sit back in her seat.
Spike was quiet for a moment as he thought carefully on how to explain it without it seeming like she was right. Frowning he started to speak, but closed his mouth before the words came out. Crossing his arms over his chest he looked across the table grumpily, “So?”
Faye laughed out; Spike was cute sometimes in a furry kind of way. She leaned forward and sipped her milkshake, “Cheer up. I’m sure your family is pretty ok, you just have to give them a chance.” The irony of her statement didn’t hit her until after the words had left her mouth.
It was Spike’s turn to smirk. “Speak for yourself.” He chuckled lightly as her cheeks tinted a shade of pink. “Blushing are we?” he teased.
She stood up abruptly knocking her chair back and slammed her fist into the table, “I am not! My cheeks are getting sun burnt!” with that she turned around, “I have to get out of the sun before I burn all over.” she stated and began to walk away not caring that people were staring after her or that she hadn’t picked the chair up.
“Faye! Wait up!” Spike pushed his seat in and picked up the chair she had left on the ground. He jogged up to her and began walking a steady pace with her one he reached her. “What was that all about?” He asked.
She shrugged, “I wasn’t blushing.” she crossed her arms as she walked.
“Ok, I believe you.” He scratched the back of his head and laughed to try and lighten the mood.
She growled hearing him laugh. “So…” she drawled.
“Huh?” he noticed her nervousness.
“I was wondering if you’d come with me to get something,” she said hesitantly.
“Get what from where?” he asked.
“Well, you remember the night of the party?”
He nodded, “yeah.”
“Well, I told my mom I was staying at a friend’s house so I put some clothes in a bag and left. Really I was just going to that party, I guess you knew that, though.”
He stopped walking and hearing his foot steps halt Faye stopped as well.
“I threw it in Vicious’ car and I never got it back.” she said looking to the ground.
Spike’s jaw tightened, “You want me to come with you to get it back? Why did you wait so long though?”
“I had forgotten about it. He called last night and said that I should come get it from his house.” she looked up to meet his eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell him to drop it off at your house?”
“I tried to get him to agree to it but he said that if I wanted it back I had to come get it my self.”
Spike nodded, “Sounds like him. Sounds like he’s up to something.” he shrugged, “Well at least you weren’t going to go after it alone.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean!?” She yelled taking her glasses off.
“It means you weren’t going to do something stupid like go there alone.” He stated simply.
She growled, “You don’t think I could take care of myself?”
“Maybe. But I don‘t think that you would be able to fend him off yourself if you went alone.” He shrugged placing his hands in his pockets, “I’m happy you came to me.”
Faye balled her fists up, “I could to fend him off! I’m not as helpless as I look you know! And I don’t want your company any more! I can go alone.” With that she turned and began walking.
Spike sighed, “Faye,” he began walking after her, “C’mon, I’m sure you can fend him off on your own. Don’t be that way,” He grasped her wrist.
She turned to look at him. “Lemme go,” she pulled her wrist making him tighten his hold, “I said let me go!”
Spike pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her body trapping her arms at her sides in his embrace. She struggled and tried as hard as she could to get him to let her go but to no avail. His embrace tightened with every effort and she found herself trapped. Slowly she relaxed, “Let me go, please?” she asked not liking the closeness it made her nervous. Faye could smell his cologne and feel the hard softness of his chest. His arms were strong and she didn’t feel endangered, no not at all. But uneasy at the closeness. She couldn’t remember how long ago it was that they were this close, but it had been a while. And at the time of the encounter they hadn’t been the greatest of friends and to say the least, she had hated him.
Spike was surprised; this had felt kind of nice. If she hadn’t been angry and tried to get away from him so violently, the bear hug would have seemed friendly and comforting. She was soft against his tight chest; her breasts were like pillows trapped between them. But it wasn’t only that, her skin was smooth and had a silky feel to it as his arms touched hers. Her scent was delicious as he inhaled it; whether it was perfume or simply her shampoo, he didn’t know. His head sunk so his mouth was near her ear, her scent stronger here.
She gasped as he lowered his head to her ear and shivered as his breath caressed her neck and ear. “How can you expect to be able to stop him from hurting you if you can’t even escape my hold?”
Faye’s eyes widened. He sounded so sincere and concerned for her. She didn’t know what to think of Spike anymore. She saddened; she probably couldn’t fight Vicious and win. But that still didn’t make her like the fact that she needed Spike to help her. She whimpered inaudibly. She prayed that he didn’t hear her; but he was so close, how could he not? She felt Spike’s grip loosen around her and she backed away as much as he allowed her.
“You see then?” he asked quietly letting go of her completely.
Faye looked down and nodded silently. She was too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.
“So, need a ride?” He asked almost as if the previous moment hadn’t happened.
She nodded, “yeah,” she tried to smile despite the sadness she felt.
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The ride to His house was a quiet one. Faye and Spike had both agreed to refer to Vicious as Him. It wasn’t a very long drive either, because for Faye the time had passed so quickly while she was beginning to feel anxiety. Spike parked the car after turning into the driveway of His house. He sighed and looked to Faye, “Would you like me to go with you in?”
She smiled, “It’ll be ok. I don’t think he’ll try anything if you’re waiting out here. Besides, I don’t guess you’d want to have to talk to him.” She grasped the door handle, but before she could open the door Spike’s hand wrapped around her other hand. She looked back to see him looking at her sternly, “I wont let anything happen,” he smiled and she pulled away opening the door and stepping out. She closed the car door and walked the short distance to the house.
Faye knocked hesitantly. The knock was so low she wondered if he’d hear it. But before she could knock louder he opened the door a wicked grin upon his face. “Yes?”
“Give me my bag,” she said with more confidence than she felt.
“It’s upstairs,” he stated. He peaked around her to see Spike glaring daggers at him in his car. “So you brought Spike,” his voice dripped with venom.
Faye crossed her arms waiting for him to retrieve her bag, but when he didn’t she sighed frustrated. “I have to get my bag.”
He stepped aside and allowed her to go in. Knowing Spike was just outside gave her more courage. She brushed passed Vicious and marched up the stairs to his room where she guessed it to be. She opened the door and found he bag lying on his bed. She grumbled and grabbed the bag, turning around she bumped into something. With a yelp she started to fall but caught herself. Opening her eyes she looked to see Vicious standing before her the door behind him closed.
Spike frowned, why did Faye go inside? Couldn’t he have given her the bag? He sighed, and leaned against the window. If Faye didn’t come out soon than he’d go in and make sure she came out.
“I’ve got my bag so I’m leaving now,” she tried to push past him put he held his arm out to stop her.
“Why do you have to leave so soon?” he asked menacingly. “Why don’t you stay? We could have fun, Faye…” he said in a sarcastically sad voice.
“Spike’s right out side, Vicious.” She loathed him and it was apparent with every syllable that left her lips.
She was caught off guard when he grabbed her forcing her to stumble as he turned her to pin her to the wall. She grunted as her back and head hit the wall, “let me go!” she yelled. She struggled against his hands, he pinned her wrists to the wall on either side of her head with both of his hands.
He looked down at her a grin upon his face, “Do you think I’d let that get in the way? Do I look like a fool to you?” he asked squeezing her wrists. She winced at the pain, “You don’t strike me as the type to think too hard about something.” She managed a faint smile.
He growled, “He can’t get in if the door’s locked and you can’t get out if you’re here with me.” His smile returned, as she suddenly looked lost. “What’s wrong, Faye?” She didn’t have a chance to answer as his body crushed hers and her lips were captured in a bruising kiss. Her reaction to this was to struggle harder against him. The sad result was something that disgusted her completely. She could feel the heat against her leg, it was repulsive. He broke the kiss and brought her arms up over her head so he could place both her wrists in one of his hands. He grinned looking her in the eyes; he was enjoying this.
She felt stupid… She had seen movies like this, were the idiotic girl sets herself up for this kind of thing. She knew what could happen but refused to listen to the rational thought. Maybe she wanted it to happen. But what human being in their right mind would want such a thing? She shook her head at the thoughts as she felt his hand on her hip.
She looked up at him, “I’m not afraid of you. You wont get away with this.” Ah, a classic line from one of those movies. She cursed herself for saying it. It wasn’t intimidating at all; it just let her attacker know exactly how scared she was. But still, Spike was just outside, and the door to get out of the room was right next to her. This wouldn’t go down this way.
Vicious laughed at her, “He can’t get in, remember?” With that his mouth was on hers and his hand clutched her right breast giving it a tight squeeze. She winced more, he was hurting her and he hadn’t even really begun. She felt more helpless now. Spike had been right.
Vicious had been crazy. He had been crazy since the brutal death of his mother. He had witnessed the whole thing from the beginning the very sad end. And being so young it had affected him all the more. No normal teenager could do such a thing to a girl, right? He grinned psychotically down at her, “My mother put up more of a fight when this happened to her. It didn’t work for her so what makes you think it’ll work for you?”
Faye gasped wide-eyed at his words. What was he talking about?
“Mommy, what’s going on?” a small boy of about eight was awoken from sleep. He had short white hair and big, childish, gray eyes which he grinded sleepiness from.
His mother raised her hand in a “shushing” gesture and quietly pulled him out of bed. “Someone’s trying to break in,” she whispered to him as she brought him to her room. “I want you to stay here,” she placed him in her closet, “promise me you wont move?” she asked.
The small boy nodded, “I promise,” he said not really understanding the danger of the situation. She closed the sliding door to the closet leaving the boy in total darkness and went to reach for the phone. The young boy’s father had been away with his new job. The boy didn’t know what his father’s job was, but his mother didn’t like it. The small boy couldn’t see anything, he could only hear his mother’s breathing quicken and the clatter of the phone hitting the receiver.
The next thing he heard was the doorknob jiggle, and shortly after the knob being broke and the door being burst open. He flinched in fear and surprise at the loud crash. He was temped to run out of the closet but remember he had promised to stay in the closet. He next heard his mother choke out a “stay away!” She sounded scared. A gruff chuckle came from a man who had obviously been the one to break the door. The white haired boy’s eyes filled with tears as the fear became overwhelming. He tried desperately to keep from crying out when he heard a slap and his mother’s choked out cry. He hadn’t expected to hear the bed’s springs squeak.
Slowly he pushed the closet door open so he could see through a crack. He was horrified at what he saw. There was a dark man dressed in all black; he had a mask on his face with only mouth and eyeholes cut out of it. Another man came into the room “Boss, what do you want done with the paintings?”
The huge man who now held his mother down on the bed told him to take them all and they’d see how much their worth was later. The boy watched quietly to afraid to move, speak, or do anything at that as the man returned to what he had begun with his mother.
The gray-eyed boy watched in horror as his mother cried and tried desperately to scream and escape but her attempts were all fruitless. He watched up until the very end keeping his promise more out of fear than anything. When the huge man had finally stopped his violating attack the boy’s mother’s head turned to the side so the boy could see her still face from the closet. Her cheeks were stained with drying tears and her eyes were glazed over, but not with unshed tears. Her face was distorted with terror. The boy had noticed his mother had stopped moving on her own a while back but he was even more worried now that she wasn’t moving at all. The man had left leaving the body on the bed like it was.
The boy hadn’t dared leave the closet until he heard the front door of the house slam shut. Almost a half hour later the cops had shown up, the boy sat curled up on the couch in the living room unable to comprehend fully what had happened. Long ago he had noticed many of the things that once decorated the house were now gone. When the cops arrived they forced the boy outside for questioning. For the next year or so he would have counseling and therapy but he wouldn’t ever tell anybody that he had witnessed the brutal murder. They would all believe he hadn’t seen it and that he didn’t know the whole truth when they lied and told him his mother went away without any pain.
Spike jiggled the door handle, “Damnit!” he cursed as he kicked the door. It was locked and Faye was inside right now with Vicious and who knows what was going on in there.
All Spike knew was that they weren’t playing Candy Land.
Vicious had lifted Faye’s shirt and bra to rest on top of her breasts pressing them down painfully as he groped one while kissing her more fiercely than he had before. His gripe on her wrists hurt more with every second that passed and she was regretting ever coming to this stupid town with that damned foster family! On the verge of tears and getting angrier with herself for being so stupid she lifted her knee and without really giving it much thought connected with a man’s most vulnerable spot. Vicious stopped everything he was doing a pained look upon his face as he gritted his teeth in pure pain. She noted he had stopped breathing heavily and he seemed to turn a shade of red. Faye watched the emotions in his face change as he stepped back slightly letting her wrists fall. Realization hit her, she had kneed his groin, it was the obvious thing to do and she had been too scared to even think about it. Pushing him so he fell over his hands clasped between his legs he hit the bed and slide down until he was on the floor. Fixing her shirt she glared at him before grabbing her bag, she stood for a moment, “Do you feel like this is one of those movies?” she asked. He looked up at her through squinted eyes, “Movies don’t usually end like this,” he reached out and grabbed her ankle. ‘Damnit!’ she cursed in her mind, she was the stupidest woman on the face of the earth! Twice! Twice damnit! She let herself be the victimized girl in the movie… Pulling her leg she tried to get away. She grabbed the door handle with her free hand and stomped on his arm with her other foot. He yelled out in pain letting her go, she opened the door and ran down the stairs.
Faye reached the door and tried to pull it open in a panic before realizing she had to unlock it. She gasped when Vicious’ arm wrapped around her waist in an attempt to pull her away from the door but before he could take her away she twisted the lock and screamed out, “Spike!”
Spike was about to run around the house to check the back door when he heard the faint click and than Faye’s voice calling out his name. Running back he tried to open the door again and in an instant the door was open and he was jumping in.
Everything happened so quickly that Faye really didn’t know what was going on. While it seemed like she had been trapped in His room for hours it had only been minutes. And it was only a few minutes that had worried Spike enough to come get her. He grabbed Vicious and threw him off of her. Faye didn’t watch the fight between them but it seemed like neither would win. Vicious had been under the influence of alcohol and maybe even other things the night he had gotten beaten up by Spike. But now he seemed completely sober and able to give a worthy fight. Each exchanged blows just as strong as the other and it seemed like the fight wouldn’t end until they both couldn’t stand.
Spike threw Vicious down, with a roll he ended up next to the wine rack. Grabbing a bottle he stood up and quickly hit Spike. Spike wasn’t able to fully dodge the attack and it hit his shoulder making it sore and rendering his arm almost useless. The bottle broke and the purplish liquid rushed out with bits of glass staining Spike’s shirt and the carpet. Vicious now held the bottle to Spike’s throat. Spike held his shoulder and he raised his neck and backed away slowly. Spike glared at Vicious, “Why are you bent on hurting Faye? Huh?”
Vicious’ evil smile widened into a grin, “Because… You like her. You like her like you liked Julia.”
“How do you figure?”
“Because you despised her and now you’re bent on protecting her.” He thrust the broken bottle towards Spike’s throat knowing he’d jump back, and he did. Vicious’ hand shook with anticipation.
Faye looked up hearing the words being exchanged. Her heart skipped a beat as Spike jumped back slightly. She watched as the slightest twinge of worry crossed his calm features when he backed up and hit the wall. She couldn’t see Vicious’ face but she knew he was grinning.
“So Spike, how’s it feel to-” his words were cut off with a gasp. A thump and pottery breaking was heard. He dropped the broken bottle and fell towards Spike but swayed and fell to the floor with a thud. Spike looked up to see Faye staring at Vicious’ limp body on the carpet while she held pieces of the broken vase. Spike stepped forward over the body and pulled Faye to him in a real embrace. She collapsed in his arms willingly and let him hold her.
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Eek! OMG! Vicious is psycho!!!!! O.O And crazy! And I got that idea while falling asleep one night! >.> <.< >.> This chapter was crazy for me to write and I hope it makes up for the crap I’ve been posting lately. Sorry if it seems “weird” but it’ll all come together. And don’t worry. This is NOT the END! I still have plans for these two. You guys wanted me to keep it going so that’s what I’m going to try and do. I hope it doesn’t start to sound like I’m dragging it out or anything. Anyways, please keep reviewing and tell me how I did on this chapter. Please! And thanks for the previous reviews you guys rock!
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