Okie-dokie... first chappie up... my third story so far... I want your thoughts on this! I'm taking votes on whether I should continue or not after each chapter, so if you don't put in your voice, you may not be reading anything new.
Child's Play
I'm too young to understand, so mommy please take my hand, guide me, daddy, through the day, help me, friends, to grow and play. I'm just a child, keep me safe and in the light, keep me from my darkest frights and help me grow to be like thee... The world is a scary thing, fillied with monsters, big and mean. They want to harm me, take me away, but you won't let them do that, no how, no way. Hold me, mommy, love me, daddy, cause existing is hard, and life is not child's play.... (written by: TheCat me!)
What's... going on? He asked himself. His head felt like fire and his eyes seemed to tell him some one was poking them out with a cold poker.
Knives sat up in the bed he was in and looked around. He was... not where he remembered being.The last thing he saw was his brother defeating him in a battle that was meant to the death. How had Vash gotten that blasted cross gun? If it wasn't for that, Knives would have won!
He looked over at a table. There was a bottle of water and his clothes and things not far from him. He rose and dressed. Taking the water, Knives sat back down on the bed.
Now what? Vash won...all the Gung-ho are dead... and Legato... Knives poured some of the water in his hand and splashed his face with it.
That means I will have to settle the score by my self... but I can't beat Vash... he knows it as well as I do... There's no one left to do my work for me... unless... she can...
Knives reached in his pocket and felt a small box. It was only about as big as his palm and had a speaker and an antennae... a walkie-talkie of sorts. Thankfully, Vash hadn't become curious, other wise he may have discovered the secret weapon. Knives pressed a red button on the walkie- talkie as soon as he had it in front of him.
"Yes, sir?" a voice asked, emotionless and icy as ever he remembered it being. There was no easy gender to the voice, such as male or female.
"You know where I am, right?" Knives asked into the speaker.
"Yes, sir," the voice confirmed.
"Good... come find me... I have a job for you..."
"Yes, sir,"
"See you then, Staccato..." Knives chuckled as he crushed the walkie- talkie in his fist and woozily laid back down and fell asleep again.
Knives' dream consisted of many strange things which he did not under stand, and things he had never seen before, yet knew what they were and what they did. He was in the middle of riding in a shopping cart going down the frozen foods section of a convenience store looking for a spicy Colby jack nacho flavored Popsicle, being pushed by a brown cow with purple and lavender spots."Cocoa yap nock home?" the cow asked. Knives shrugged as they passed the end of the aisle. They walked up to a rocket ship and boarded a merry- go-round. When he got in and sat down, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Staccato, what are you doing here?" he asked, looking at some one sitting opposite of him. It was a kid, fifteen, give or take a year or so. They had blood red hair, while their skin was white as snow. They wore white clothes that bulged at the shoulders a bit. Black leather gloved the hands and half each arm, black heavy boots shoeing each foot. Crimson eyes peered out from under the bushy hair and the scowl of a mouth turned up half a corner in a smirk.
'I followed your orders, sir. I found you...' a thought spoke in Knives' mind.
"I see... how long have I been sleeping?" he asked as the ride suddenly transformed into a nice field with rabid hamsters running about.
'I received your message three days ago, left the next day, and arrived two days ago. I watched you and waited for your awakening, but then decided to speak to you here. You sounded urgent when you called me, sir,' the thought spoke again.
"So, a week, perhaps?" Knives asked. A nod came from the person.
'Interesting dream sequence here, sir,' the thought seemed to have a little giggle to it. Knives looked down at the kid's side and noticed that one arm was relatively larger than the other.
"Found your tutor's slain arm, I see? Tell me, was the extraction of your own painful?" he asked.
'Pain, sir?'
"That's right... never mind, you don't know what pain is... that's good. Legato trained you well. Do not fail me, and don't fail his memory with your assignment," Knives chuckled and patted the child's head. It was only about half his size, but deadly indeed.
"I want you... to..." Knives started, then glared his eyes slightly, knowing that the child never actually listened to anyone, they just read minds. As far as he knew, the child was deaf when a stray bullet pierced its skull at least a decade previous and contorted the child's senses. There was also a rumor that the child's pituitary gland had been messed with, stunting their growth and development of gender revealing body parts.
Knives relayed his plans to the child and watched their mouth twitch slightly.
'Are you sure this will work, sir?' Staccato asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. Just play along,"
'I am no actress, sir,'
"Then mimic the other children in the town. You're very good at that,"
'Yes, sir...' Staccato nodded, kneeled on one knee, then turned and walked into a freezer found in the desert right outside January town. Knives turned and started talking to a duck about alligator shoes with air conditioned soles that resist heat.
"Gyah! Staccato, don't do that!" Knives shouted, stepping back as he looked up from the ground to see the child standing quietly a foot away from him.
'Forgive me, sir, but your brother is here in the room with us. He cannot see me, but he seems to sense me. What shall I do?'
"Go make friends with a few of the village kids and try to blend in," Knives sighed, trying to get his racing heart rate down to normal.
'But sir, what is... friends?'
"Go, Staccato!" Knives increased his voice volume and glared.
'Yes, sir. Please forgive me for questioning your ideals...' Staccato lowered her head and started to walk off.
"No metal flashing, leave his head alone for now, keep the mind crushing to a minimum, try to speak, and be friendly... as if that's possible with you, right?" Knives chuckled. He cleared his throat when he saw her red eye look at him blankly. It was one of those rare times anyone ever saw her eyes.
She kept walking.
"Oh, and, uh... Staccato!" Knives called again. Staccato stopped, gave a short mental sigh, and turned around.
'Yes, sir?'
"Smile!" Knives laughed out loud as the white and red figure disappeared. His dream faded out and he was met with the face of his smiling brother.
"Knives! You're awake for once!" Vash said joyfully. Knives sat up and looked out the window. A white blur was visible against the yellow sand. Kids ran up to the blur and yells of happiness and fun were heard.
"Yeah..." Knives nodded. Vash went over and closed the window.
"When did this open up?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at Knives.
"Not a clue. I've been sleeping," Knives smirked.
Vash tried not to laugh, but couldn't resist as he started to snort, then burst out into a fit of laughter.
"It wasn't that funny, you idiot," Knives glared.
"Coming from you, anything's funny if it has even the slightest hint of sarcasm!" Vash said, wiping his eye. "You hungry? I know I am. Come on, Milly made food down stairs," Vash said, pulling his brother along by the arm.
"Me? Eat what a human has touched?" Knives pulled his arm away.
"Oh, come on, it isn't that bad. Besides, when we're through, we can go play with the kids!" Vash said, pouting his lip. Knives' brow raised slightly.
"Indeed..." he agreed, then followed his brother. "Can I have my gun back?"
"Not until you finish all of your pancakes!" Vash said, throwing his arm around Knives' shoulders.
'Shall the plan begin sooner than you first expected, sir?' Staccato's thoughts asked in Knives' head.
'No... have patience, dear child, these things take time for them to have their best effects and give forth optimal results,' Knives smiled slightly.
'Time, then, sir,' Staccato said... then after a moment of silence. 'A male just tackled me... may I please just give him a migraine?'
'Have at him... but no more than that, dear,'
Chapter 1! Whoo hoo! How'd you like it? Should I continue? Um, just to those who aren't musicaly inclined but have a musician behind them laughing their butts off:
Legatto means: slow and easy
Staccato means: short and choppy
Vital information for your everyday life- I'm bloody full of it!
