-1For My Beloved Mother
Created by: Afaira
I was always the one by my mother's side feeling her hurting on the inside and listening to her cry at night through my bedroom walls. My mother, she was so sad for her whole life I knew her. She only wanted my father back. She always said that just seeing his face once more, even from a distance would make her okay. He left her and nine months later, I was born. He went off into the sunrise, but he never came back like he had promised. She never regretted having me, but in some ways I regretted being born. All those nights of my mother's sadness was unbearable enough just because of one man. The day she died, I vowed to find him. I wanted revenge for what he had caused. He is still alive and I know it. Traces have confirmed that from my traveling and when I do find him, he will pay.
"So… you are looking for Vash The Stampede, eh? What business you got with him, girlie?" The bartender smirked while cleaning a glass and placing it back behind the bar.
"Heh… he's my mother's murderer. I seek revenge." A teenaged girl looking to be around nineteen said and pushed down her hood. She quietly made her way to the bar, taking her seat.
The bartender chuckled, "Well now, pretty face, you outta get in line with the rest of them." He placed his cloth down, leaning against the bar top.
"Quit with the names, barkeep. As Vash's own flesh and blood, I'll take my place first in line, thank you." She smirked deviously at him.
"Wait… what'd you say, girlie? You're related to that fiend?" His eyes widened almost in shock.
"Unfortunately, I am the child of what people call a monster. A demon of a sort… but my mother, she never saw him that way. But of course, I would never know. Never even seen the guy before. Lefted with a hope of coming back, but never came. Killed my mother it did. He did." She stared down at the bar top blankly with her big green eyes. "So cutting right to the chase, what information have you got on him? I know you have some." She shot a cold glare up to the bartender and he gulped.
"Uh… well lets see, uh… he has never been here… but um… damn! There was this one guy who came in all talking 'bout him. He knew a good deal about him. Said something 'bout Vash killing a town or something…." He looked to be lost in his own words.
"Where abouts would I find this man? The one with the information about my father?" The girl scratched behind her ear, looking away, but turned her focus back onto the bartender.
"The man? Oh, he is long gone. He came maybe a week or two ago blabbing his mouth, but it ain't important I assure you little mi--" The girl reached forward with a quick hand, grabbing the bartender by his collar and pulling him towards her.
"I am not screwing around, barkeep. This man murdered my mother and I want any clues that will lead me to him. I am going to kill him and if you have any information that can help me, you best be givin' it to me." She growled and roughly released him. "Tell me NOW, where this man is! Before I get really cross."
The bartender threw himself back onto the wall, away from the bar nearly shaking, "He goes by the name of King Skull and is a big man. But he's dangerous, girl, which is why I didn't want to tell you!"
"I don't fear anyone." She snuffed and pulled her hood back over her blond and black streaked hair. "How I see it, this Skull guy is me being one step closer to my father."
"He'll kill you for sure! He is crazy! Take a look over there!" He huffed, pointing frantically to the wall where a huge dent be engraved. "He threw some guy across the room and--"
"Shut up. I don't care for your nonsense." She gripped the strap of her bag and made her way to the door. "I told you that I don't fear anything. I stick to that, barkeep." She smirked again so deviously as she continued out the door and into the blazing desert for her journey.