Title: "Cut"

Series: "Cowboy Bebop"

Rating: PG-13, for violence

Disclaimer: Strangest thing happened today. As it turns out, I don't own any of the rights to this show. Huh.

Summery: Challenge/gift fic for a friend. Faye dies a violent death. Hey, that was the challenge, that's what you get .

Faye gasped slightly at the sensation of breath against her skin, rough hands sliding down her neck.

Shit.

This wasn't the way things were supposed to happen.

Thick ropes chaffed her wrists.

It was supposed to be an in-and-out job.

Blood trickled from plastic ties too-tight on her ankles.

She was supposed to collect a respectable bounty.

The scent of dark, damp musk was everywhere.

She began to protest that touch, when suddenly it was gone, but the noise was cut off as it was replaced by a sharp pressure, thin and cruel.

Something catching hard against her throat just under her chin. A brutal strength dragging it up and back.

Again an attempt at protest tore from her mind, catching in her throat. A feeling flooded her sinuses, like they were filling with gravel; her eyes slid out of focus; every aspect of her body turned on the other in a fight for what precious air remained.

Something wet pooled at her chest, and she gave a swallowing gasp. The pain of the wire intensified.

This wasn't...

It was a rush, a little too much pressure behind the wire too little behind her pale skin. It was like one final rush of air into her lungs, through that nick in her windpipe, before blood followed it down, the cut only getting deeper.