Saturday, November 5, 2005

Brand New
He ppl, i have been meaning to drop the new phase. so here it is. i hope its not too many typos, and i hope you enjoy my new secret weapon, who organized part of the fight scene. enjoy

The Black Phases
2
Space Cowgirl




“You killed me!” the screams of a young man ruins the slumber of Vicious. A gunshot rings out, and a young man lies on the floor in a puddle of blood with the grey glare of Vicious. He then awakens, with the fresh wound leaking from his skull. His dead eyes stare into space, as he began to laugh.
“You’ve never been nothing but a murder, father!” the young man yelled out, wearing a ripped button up shirt and a pair of black jeans.
“You sent me to hell, you bastard! Retribution will prevail in the end,” the young man said, before taking a familiar gun. It was a chrome desert eagle; Vicious’ chrome desert eagle that he used to blow his brains out once more.
“Julius!” Vicious sat up in bed, pushing the entanglement of black sheets off of him. His heart beat as if he’d taken a whole bottle of speed. He panted heavily, looking towards the window that was vibrant with nightlife. Cassandra came rushing in after hearing him, wearing a silk night gown. She found him sitting in bed, shirtless with his hair covering his face.
“Vicious?” she said, as she climbed onto the bed, crawling towards him. The gown must have been too big for her, because once she moved the hair out of his eye; he was face with a round c-cup. The strap on her gown slid down her shoulder, as she tried to comfort her. His exposed eye, widened, but he tried to keep his focus on her face as he slyly, pushed her strap onto her shoulder. She looked to the side, and then she turned back to him.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“Yeah, now I am…I mean I am,” he said, staring into her eyes.
“You’ve been screaming all night, do you think you can make it through the rest of the night?” she asked.
“Yes, I think I can. You should get some rest, we have a busy day tomorrow,” Vicious said, feeling her hand, draping his hair over his ear.
“Ok, goodnight, Vicious,” Cassandra said, as she headed for the door.
“Goodnight.”

The toilet flushed for the umpteenth time in the middle of the night, as Selena came out of the bathroom from coughing up the last of her burnt noodles. Cindy was sleeping on the couch, after finding the noodles to be not that bad. It turned out that Selena had the weak stomach, and she forgot to clean the noodles before cooking them. She knew that tomorrow was going to be hell. It was 3 a.m. and she had not a wink of sleep. She finally decided to go to the cleanest room she could find and it looked like a storage room with a bunk in it. She climbed into the bed, and lay there for hours thinking about Vicious all night. For reasons unexplained she wanted him there with her, holding her as she slept. The thought grew stronger as she tried to shake it out of her head until she finally dosed off, and once she did that, her alarm clock went off.

The next morning, Vicious came out of his room, wearing a black silk buttoned up shirt unbuttoned with a white shirt under and a pair of black cargo pants. Cassandra had already set up and turned his entertainment center into a control center. She was sitting in front of five computer screens and typing at three different keyboards with a ear piece attached to her right ear.
“Good morning, Vicious” she said, Vicious strapped his holster around his chest and slid his gun inside. He grabbed a couple of clips and slid them in his back pocket.
“Good morning, Cassandra,” Vicious said, walking towards the door.
“Where are you going? OUCH!” she said, as she broke a nail while typing. Vicious looked back and saw the blood dripping from her finger. He hadn’t fed in months, and that was just the edge he needed. Cassandra turned her head towards him, with a confused look on her face.
“I am going to Mars, and if you need me, just call my cell,” he said, quickly before passing her a silver flip phone.

Vicious sniffed the air, and tasted the air on the red planet, feeling fragments of rest dust hitting his face.
“Home,” he sighed, feeling his memories playback in his head. He decided to have some breakfast, and a nearby Burger King seemed to do the trick. He ordered a sausage biscuit and an orange juice. After he finished eating, he said farewell to the young lady at the register. A sleepy Selena finally came to the register to see the sun, shine bright over grey hair, and a black suit. She saw the chrome gleam on a silver gun, and she leapt over the counter, hitting the floor hard. She ran to the door, screaming his name, but there was no one there, he was gone just like that…

Vicious took to the skies, flying around the city in search of the target. He enjoyed the warm rays of the sun attacking him as he flew through the yellow skies. He then noticed gunshots being fired, and he landed on the roof of an apartment building. Across from him was Zero shooting at some bounty hunters chasing him on what seemed to be flying motorcycles. Vicious took his desert eagle out and fired a single shot, hitting Zero in the leg. Zero hit the ground and rolled before coming to a stop. The bounty hunters landed on the rooftop and immediately fired their weapons. Vicious flew past them with enough gust to reverse their bullets, killing the men instantly. He turned around to see his brother slowly getting up, and he shot the hand he was pushing up on. Zero fell back to the ground, and Vicious put another bullet in his leg. Zero stayed on the ground motionless, looking up at Vicious.
“Karma is a bitch, isn’t it?” Vicious said, firing another bullet into Zero’s other hand.
“Who sent you?” Zero asked, looking up.
“Garnett’s company,” Vicious replied.
“They are all corrupt; your boss is falling into a trap. My company was connected to the mafia, that is why they wanted you eliminated,” Zero, said, trying to move his paralyzed limbs.
“Is that so? You have to learn to read between the lines, Zero. Humans are the most deceitful creatures above snakes. They don’t understand anything beyond the sight of their flooded eyes, and that is why you are in the predicament that you are in now,” Vicious said, looking down at his brother, wit his finger on the trigger.
“I am a human; does that mean I am ignorant as well?” Zero asked.
“You are not a human, you’ve lost that privilege, you are now a monster that I have been assigned to destroy,” Vicious said.
“Kill me then,” Zero said.
“You are a monster, but you are still my brother. I wound never choose you over another company,” Vicious said, as he put his gun away and walked over to the ledge. “I only came to give you warning, and if you come to Earth you will die. Do me a favor and stay out of my sight,” Vicious said, and before Zero could say anything, he was gone.



Cindy was sitting on the Bebop’s old worn down, yet extremely comfortable sofa, a teen magazine resting against her knees, and a tiny brush glazed in light blue nail polish in her left hand. With her tongue stuck out of the side of her mouth she carefully put the last touches on her right pinkie, and sighed in satisfaction examining her hand in the light. It was her day off, and she was treating herself with these little relaxing things. Meanwhile Selena had just boarded the ship and was on the other side of the door rummaging around in her pocket for the silver key, when she finally unlocked the door and silently pushed her way in, Cindy was startled by her sudden appearance beside her and jumped, dropping the brush onto the magazine.
“No!” Cindy hurriedly snatched a crumpled tissue from the table and tried to wipe the mess off the picture of the very cute Kevin Demoore, the new hit singer. The older woman looked tired and muttered an apology, laying her coat and tied up plastic bag on the table, she sat on the arm chair beside her and slipped off her shoes.
“Your back early today.” Cindy said pouting a little as she examined Kevin’s splotched up face.
“I wasn’t feeling too well.” Selena replied, putting her shoes away and got up headed into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of hot water, Cindy looked up and furrowed her brows.
“What’s wrong? The flu?” Selena shrugged and took another sip of her water leaning with her elbows on the counter, looking blankly out the window across from her. Cindy frowned and watched her friend for a moment, then got up discarding the ruined magazine and walked over to lean beside her, blowing a couple long strands of hair away from her eyes. Selena glanced over at her for a second before looking away and gulped down some more water.
A long but comfortable silence fell over them, in which they both stared out the window, deep in thought, and the raven haired woman brought her cup to her lips a few more times before clearing her throat. Cindy looked at her expectantly.
“I think I saw Vicious today.” Selena said not looking her companion in the eyes but turning slightly to look at her elbow instead, Cindy‘s gaze filled with pity and concern.
“Oh… again?…” Cindy said unsurely and looked down at her hands, that folded on the counter in front of her.
“ Are you sure that it wasn‘t that same man from last time?” She asked carefully.
They had had the same conversation last week, when Selena had come home flustered by the appearance of the stranger who resembled her father. But Cindy had bluntly reminded her he was dead. It was a horrible truth for her to face as well, with her father and her brother gone, but she could do nothing but face it. And just live, though it had been hard to, she was getting better slowly. Selena on the other hand, seemed to refuse blank point to listen to her. Insisting that he was looking for them, surviving the explosion somehow.
Selena pursed her lips, not wanting to get into another argument with the younger woman. “ I am sure of it. I was just too late in stopping him from leaving again.” She said thickly. “The next time I see him. I will bring him back here.” Cindy said nothing to this, but shifted uncomfortably beside her.
“Selena…” She started but was cut off by the taller woman moving suddenly away from the counter, she put the empty cup in the sink and stretched her hands above her head.
“ I think I will go to bed. I will feel better in the morning I think. I brought some dinner for you, its in the bag.” She said looking slightly more cheerful of the prospect of sleep and turned to make her way into her room, but she was stopped by Cindy’s hand on her shoulder.

“…If you do find my father. Make sure you do bring him back. I miss him.” Cindy said steadily. Selena smiled sadly and nodded, touching her hand in return and then continued her way to her room, shutting the door softly behind her.

Vicious returned to Earth through a dimension gate only to find an angry
Cassandra in front of a malfunctioning computer. The virus was so strong that
you could see an “ED 3.0” log scattered across the screen, and playing a song
that Julius made. When Vicious heard that song it looked like he’d just been
shot in the heart. The expression on his face was uncanny, overwhelmed by what
his ears had picked. Cassandra was too occupied with her anti-virus database to
even notice that he was there. Vicious gathered himself and went into his room
and sat against the door, tucking his knees to his chest. The sound waves of
the song seemed to burst through the door, making the song sound even louder in
the bedroom. He closed his eyes, rocking back and the song finally drowned out.
“Melanie, if you are listening, I need you,” He said, before opening his eyes
to a yellow radiance that sucked the Sun’s gleam out of the glass of the
windowpane. He could see her silk red hair outlined in a yellow aura. He could
barely see her smooth pale skin, but her forest green eyes were fixed onto him.
“Melanie?” Vicious said, amazed that she responded to him so fast.
“Yes, Vici. I am here for you,” she said. He got up and tried to hug her, but
was deflected back against the door, unable to touch her.
“Melanie where is Julius?” he asked, reaching for her again. She moved back,
not wanting him to hurt himself again. Yellow electricity circled his arm from
their reaction. He could not touch her because he was not a pure being.
“He committed suicide, therefore he is in hell, Vici,” she replied with tears
forming in her green eyes. They trickled down her face, and sparkled with a
bright gleam.
“This would’ve never happened if I hadn’t failed from the start,” Vicious said,
looking into her teary eyes.
“Vici everything happens for a reason. It’s not your fault; you can’t save
everyone. I still love you, but you have to move on,” she said, crying.
“I can’t; there has been so many sleepless nights without you in my arms. I
wake up in the middle reaching for nothing. No one is there,” he said, reaching
for her shoulder, feeling the divine electricity shock him.
“You have to go to her, it is meant to be,” Melanie said.
“What do you mean?” Vicious asked, his eyes, locked on hers. She began fading
away, and Vicious leapt up to painfully embrace her one last time. It felt like
sharp teeth was ripping through his flesh as he leaned closer to pressed his
lips onto hers, “Melanie we can love each other this way, can’t we,” he said,
before breaking the kiss.”
“Vici, we cannot be,” she said, leaning toward him for another kiss.
“Yes we can, you know I would go to the end of the universe for you,” Vicious
said, resting his forehead on hers.
“She needs you, Vici,” Melanie said, before she faded away. After she departed,
Vicious fell to his knees, with his shirt burned completely off. His body was
scarred but he was briefly healing.
“I know…I know what I must do…”

After a rough day of work, Selena left Burger King, holding her black sun visor
in her hand. The sun was setting as she dragged herself to her car. She then
heard gunshots rang out, and a young man run by with a mob of men holding guns
chasing him.
“That’s Vici’s brother. Serves him right, that traitor,” she said, as she slid
her key in the door. The only things on her mind now were an afternoon of
dreaming about Vicious while she slept. With the thought of Vicious on her
mind, she began to think like him.
“Even though Zero betrayed Vici, he would still go save him,” Selena said, and
took off in pursuit of the men. She darted down the sidewalk, seeing the men
just a hundred yards from her. Once she was close enough, she launched onto the
wall and sprung off of it, taking one of the men down. As he struggled to get
free, Selena grabbed his head and twisted. The cracking of his neck somehow
excited Selena, and pearly white fangs began to show with an untamed thirst for
blood. She got up and ran after the remaining men who came to a halt. Zero had
stopped at the street corner, noticing that no one was around, and he began
firing at the men who could not hit him at all. Selena disarmed two the men,
and ducked as they both punched at her. The men punched each other, and Selena
swept both of them in one single motion. The men quickly got up, only to feel a
split kick from Selena’s size 71/2 Reeboks. After that all she saw was Zero
standing over some dead men with two empty chrome berrettas. But one man on the
ground fired at Selena, hitting her in the stomach. She fell to the ground,
silently in shock. Her eyes were wide, and the pain did not affect her as much
at the shock did. Once she snapped out of it she could hear Zero punching and
kicking the man, but all she could see was the crimson blood leaking from the
man’s mouth that she’d kicked in the face. Within the blink of an eye she was
sucking the blood out of his neck before finishing him off. With her energy
back, she got up, and blocked the oncoming punch from the other man she leveled.
She kept hold of his arm, and sent two chops to his chest before, lifting her
leg and giving her another taste of her foot. When his head reared back, the
crease of her leg wrapped around the back of his neck as she spun around,
completely taking the man’s head off. Zero kicked the last man in the face with
enough force to send him flying back. Selena caught him by the collar, and
grabbed his neck, screeching at him with exposed fangs. The man cowered in
fear, whining like a child as he pissed his pants before having a heart attack.
Zero began walking toward her, but was halted by a katana blade piercing his
back.
“Time to meet your fate,” Yodo said, holding another katana in his right hand.
Before he could take a swipe at Zero’s head, Selena bashed his face with a
devastating kick. The kick was so strong it shattered his glasses.

He staggered backwards but then dug his heel into the ground and straightened, recovering far faster then Selena had anticipated. She reached out and grabbed hold of the front of Zero’s shirt hauling him to the side, out of the way. He stumbled forwards a few steps, then pitched forwards onto his knees and pressed a hand up against his wound to try to stop the bleeding. Selena could only spare him a quick glance before having to dodge the katana that came whistling towards her head, quickly slipping behind Yodo, and smirked as she aimed her foot at his bottom. He lurched forwards grunting and whipped around again looking furious, she jumped the blade and did a spin kick, her foot colliding with his open mouth. He jerked back feeling like his head had split open and tried to blink his blood out of his eyes, but not before a second kick made him loose hold on one of his katanas and it sailed into the air behind him.
Selena was mentally cheering and jumped, digging a foot into his chest and leaped off his shoulders, catching the spinning weapon as she flipped and landed a cat like grin on her face. Yodo held his breath and followed her movements closely, and smiled.
Selena stood and clenched the stolen katana tightly in her right hand, now that she had it, they were very evenly matched.

Yodo leaned forwards and spat blood, keeping his eyes on her, he casually ran his tongue over his bottom lip.
“So little girl, how well can you sword fight?” He asked looking hugely unconcerned, Selena shrugged and lifted the katana up examining it in the light.
“Well enough.” She said lifting the blade towards him, Yodo looked delighted, his hand twitching ever so slightly. There was no sound save for a sudden rush of movement, and twin blades met in mid-air. Selena holding the handle with both hands, and Yodo with one, as they pushed for the upper hand. She wrenched her katana away whipped it up again to block his coming towards her neck, throwing her strength against the blade she pushed him back. His eyes widened as he was barely able to block her swipe to his stomach, falling back a few more steps as he blocked several more attempts, until a sharp pain in his hand made him loose hold on his weapon and it clattered to the ground. Selena grew over confident and lunged forwards, throwing her weight into the thrust that was meant to slice into his stomach. But she caught a face full of his fist, shocked and temporarily blinded she stumbled past him and missed. Frantically she tried to regain her footing, but too late, felt a hand grasp tightly at her hair and jerk her back up to meet Yodo’s hallowed blue eyes. She hissed at him, blinking back tears and tried to lift her blade, Yodo laughed and quickly drew his fist back again.

Selena gasped and reeled as he hit her, striking again and again until her nose felt broken, and blood was splattered over his shirt. Dropping her katana she push against his chest, desperate to get away. He chuckled and smacked her around a few more times, before dropping her. She fell onto her front, her chest heaving and bit back a moan. Hearing him crouch and the sound of his blade dragging off up the floor again, she used all of her strength to roll to the left, narrowly avoiding the katana he drove down at her head. As he brought it down again she rolled around and caught his arm, with a yell of effort she brought her feet against his stomach, knocking him off his feet and into the tree behind him. He hit the trunk and lost hold of his weapon again as it went spinning into the bushes, silently he fell to the ground lay quite still. Selena slowly rose to her feet, trembling and walked forwards a bit looking him over, checking his breathing, to make sure he was really down. Then looked around for Zero, finding him leaning against a pedestrian crossing sigh, she ran up to him and put a hand his shoulder, slowly he lifted his head to stare groggily at her.
“Is he dead?”
Selena noticed how pale he was and quickly throwing his arm around her neck, lifted him and started hurrying back down the street.
“Not yet. But we should get out of here quickly anyways, before he becomes conscious again.” She said half walking, half hauling the wounded young man towards her car.

A strom began to build up outside of Vicious’ apartment, and Cassandra was still typing away. The lights were flickering, and the building was shaking from the rumble of the thunder. Vicious stared out the window, watching clear teardrops trickle down the glass. It made him think of Selena, and how she watched the rain to relax. She’d sit in her recliner chair, and stair at the outside world as if it were a film. He smiled to himself, and looked back at Cassandra who was working frantically at her desk.
“You should give it up, you’ve obviously met your match,” Vicious said. Cassandra looked up from her work, red with anger.
“Shut up!”
“Fine, I’m going to bed,” Vicious said, before hearing his cell phone ring. “Hello?”
“Vicious, you have to report to me tomorrow!” Garnett’s voice yelled into the phone. Vicious threw the phone to the floor and went into his bedroom.


See ya later space cowgirl...

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