Scars of Deception
By: Millions-Knives
I don't own anything...Trigun ain't mine.
Chapter 1
It was already morning. Knives opened his eyes squinting from the beam of sunlight that slid past the shutters. He winced a bit, trying to get up.
"Where am I?" Massaging his forehead.
"Glad to see you regained consciousness." Vash replied.
"Ughh…" His expression still a bit groggy.
"You should thank her for your quick recovery."
"Thank who?" His expression is still a bit groggy.
"You'll see." With those words he patted Knives on his shoulder and went out.
A few seconds after a young woman came in.
"You have been asleep for three days. You should thank Vash for bringing you here." She was sitting at the end of the mattress.
"Reimi." He was shocked to see her.
"I'm glad the medicine worked. It's been a while." She smiled.
She sat next to him on the bedside. He tightened the grip on the covers and turned his head away from her.
"You once told me, that the human race didn't deserve to live but now…I don't think that's right, nor is it moral to take away life."
"Vash and I can never seem to get along."
"Remember that time you took me in?"
"How could I forget. You were still 10." He replied.
PAST…
"I had no friends. My parents? They think to little of me, hardly paid any attention at me at all. Thinking of me as a freak, different from the rest. Calling me names and foul language. This has always been my life ever since. It didn't worsen until one incident became a catalyst which would have brought an end to my very existence."
It was almost nightfall. I was heading home walking along the dusty streets of town when all of a sudden a vague image of a woman abused, visualized in my mind. I know where she is. I must help her before it's too late. To my surprise, the image led me to house all to familiar. As I went in, I could see the common arrangement of the furniture. This must be a dream. But it wasn't. It led me a room I've seen before. I turned the knob and opened the door. To my surprise he tortured the woman. Her clothes tattered. He was drunk. I swallowed hard…Then he noticed me. I tried to shout but no word would come out. I was scared stiff. Suddenly I snapped out of the trance I felt then realized that the man…was my father. He held my mother by the neck with a dagger on his other hand. She on the other hand tried to gasp for air. She looked at me in tears. Saying in my mind to run away. But I just stood there and stared full with trauma. He let her go and started to charge at me. I couldn't take this anymore. Make it stop. Make it stop. I knelt on the ground and covered my ears with my hands shutting myself from the reality. I shouted as loud as I could…NO! ! !
The next thing I could remember was when I woke up. I knew I fainted for a few minutes. I was horrified with the grotesque and morbid sight. Everything was topsy-turvy. Fragments of glass were scattered everywhere. Blood smeared all over the place.
The dagger attached to his head with the blade sunken deeply. He lied there dead. On his side, was my dead mother. I stood up and walked towards her. Tears start to form in my eyes as I watched in anguish.
By the time the folks arrived, the blamed me for it. No justice? Had I no right to it?
"She's a monster I tell you!"
"She's evil. Let's dispose of her."
The next day, they let me on the outskirts of town where I was left to die. One of the men aimed his gun at me and pulled the trigger. I closed my eyes and braced myself. This is the end.
BANG! I opened my eyes and to my surprise he was dead with a gunshot on his head. I looked up and saw a stranger with a gun on his hand. The other man got scared and ran away. The stranger didn't seem to hesitate and also shot him. He shifted his gaze unto my eyes.
"Are you frightened?" He asked.
"Y…Yes…" I trembled.
"Are you afraid to die?" He sounded serious.
"No." I didn't hesitate to answer.
I knew my life wouldn't end long. My fate I guess? He smirked knowing about what I just said in my mind. His eyes tell me. He read my mind.
"Just get on with it Sir. Kill me." I closed my eyes and braced myself for one last time before I would depart from this forsaken life.
"And what makes you think that I would want to kill you?"
"…" I was speechless and with my eyes wide open.
"To them, you're a monster but for me…What you have is special."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
He remained silent and reached out his hand towards mine.
"Come with me." He smiled.
* * *
After that, I became a part of his plans and doings. He taught me about being different that humans cannot accept what is beyond their comprehension, instead they dispose anything which are unessential or a threat to their own self or personal desires.
"They are but an inferior race compared to my brother Vash and me." He spoke.
"Vash?" Reimi questioned.
"Speaking of Vash, fatuous is he. Is there any reason of showing sympathy towards them? Foolish nonsense." He added.
"Do you hate him?" She asked.
"Because of what he did, yes. Even so, he's still my brother. And I can torment him, can I not?"
"When can I meet your brother?"
"Patience my dear, when the time is right, you will have your vengeance in time. You will have the pleasure of revenge. Your vindictiveness against those who mistreated you in the past tells me so."
"I look forward. It will be their blood I spill."
Author's notes: This is my first Trigun fic, please be nice. Forgive me of my bad grammar usage. I'm not much of a writer actually...Anywayz I just wanna write a Trigun fic. cuz I love Trigun!!!