DISCLAIMER: Me no owny Trigun. I'm just merely borrowing the lovable
characters…..again….. ^_^;
Okay, I decided to do another thought fic. I love writing thought fics. This one's from Vash's POV. And I decided to let Knives remain his wonderful insane self in this one. Lemme know what ya'll think!
Reflections and Decisions
It's not over. I know this. My brother is still alive and hasn't changed much. If anything, he's angrier and hates humans even more. I have a feeling that the only way I can stop him, is to kill him.
Looking at the woman beside me, my mind races. I am both the luckiest and most unfortunate man alive.
On the one hand, I have her. She's one of the only things that brightens my life these days. I wish my brother would take some time to get to at least know her. Then, maybe he'd see the purity and goodness in her, in all of humanity.
On the other hand, my brother is a lunatic out for blood. He's stubborn, and no matter what, he won't see any good in humans.
I know he'll go on another killing spree, just to get at me. And I know the first person he'll go after. The person closest to me, the woman laying next to me. Meryl Stryfe.
I unwrap my arm from around her waist and get out of the bed. Oh yes, he'll defiantly come after her.
Slipping into some old familiar clothes, I realize that I haven't worn this red coat for a long time. It smells of gunpowder, dust, and, worst of all, death. Rummaging around in the dark, I find my gun and put it in its place.
Turning back, I look at the sleeping figure, the moons casting shadows over her.
No, I will not let him harm her in any way. I'm past the goofiness, past the peacefulness. Right now, I'm pissed.
I lean down and press my lips to the insurance girl's forehead gently, as to not awaken her. With that done, I turn away, heading for the door. These humans mean everything to me. They mean more to me than my own twin brother.
This time, Knives; This time I aim to kill.
Okay, I decided to do another thought fic. I love writing thought fics. This one's from Vash's POV. And I decided to let Knives remain his wonderful insane self in this one. Lemme know what ya'll think!
Reflections and Decisions
It's not over. I know this. My brother is still alive and hasn't changed much. If anything, he's angrier and hates humans even more. I have a feeling that the only way I can stop him, is to kill him.
Looking at the woman beside me, my mind races. I am both the luckiest and most unfortunate man alive.
On the one hand, I have her. She's one of the only things that brightens my life these days. I wish my brother would take some time to get to at least know her. Then, maybe he'd see the purity and goodness in her, in all of humanity.
On the other hand, my brother is a lunatic out for blood. He's stubborn, and no matter what, he won't see any good in humans.
I know he'll go on another killing spree, just to get at me. And I know the first person he'll go after. The person closest to me, the woman laying next to me. Meryl Stryfe.
I unwrap my arm from around her waist and get out of the bed. Oh yes, he'll defiantly come after her.
Slipping into some old familiar clothes, I realize that I haven't worn this red coat for a long time. It smells of gunpowder, dust, and, worst of all, death. Rummaging around in the dark, I find my gun and put it in its place.
Turning back, I look at the sleeping figure, the moons casting shadows over her.
No, I will not let him harm her in any way. I'm past the goofiness, past the peacefulness. Right now, I'm pissed.
I lean down and press my lips to the insurance girl's forehead gently, as to not awaken her. With that done, I turn away, heading for the door. These humans mean everything to me. They mean more to me than my own twin brother.
This time, Knives; This time I aim to kill.