Disclaimer time! I do not own Trigun or any of its characters in any shape or form, nor do i intend to profit from this in any way. 'Family Guy' belongs solely to the godlike Seth McFarlane and his associates. So call off the copyright lawyers and vicious dogs, okay?
Author's Note: This is just something that ran through my head while watching 'Diablo' on late night TV. Which probably means I should go to bed earlier... anyway, this is a scene that might have been, had someone else, namely me, had a hand in writing that episode. Many thanks to the awesomeAine of Knockaine, who kindly suggested this was fit for public viewing. Reviews of any kind are welcome.
'He can't hide from me forever,' thought Monev the Gale. "Come on out, Vash
the Stampede!" called the Gung Ho Gun, shooting a plate glass window into
sand for emphasis. A shrill whistle pierced the dry night air. Monev didn't
spare it any attention, and turned to lumber on through town when a
commanding voice floated up from the street below.
"Hey!" a soprano voice yelled. Even he had to admit, it sounded rather
sweet. "Hey, big guy! Yeah - you. Down here!"
Maybe it was the audacity of a person who dared to yell at him instead of
running for cover and cowering, or the utter surprise at finding anyone who
actually wanted to talk to him, that made the brute pause and look down. A
petite young woman stood next to a bullet ridden storefront, with bare feet
and hands on her hips. Moonlight reflected off her bronze skin and chestnut
gold hair. Doing her best to look formidable in only her nightgown, she
said, "Excuse me, but it istwo in the morning, and some of us have to go to
work in a few hours. Can't you keep it down!"
Monev the Gale stared at her in disbelief.
"What are you trying to pull, rampaging through a town in the middle of the
night, destroying everything?" the girl seethed.
Recalling his mission, the mercenary growled, "Where's Vash the Stampede?"
"I mean", she continued, "Why the hell would anyone WANT to do such a thing?
Are you sick or something?"
Monev was silent.
Seconds passed.
Then, "I don't know...I guess so."
The burning anger in the woman's eyes softened to a look of pity and
compassion. "Oh... you poor man! Come with me - we'll have talk and coffee,
and after that we can work on getting you some help."
Then Monev the Gale, hulking humanoid killing machine and faithful servant of Millions Knives, bowed his head and followed the young woman toward the center of town.