Chapter #1 Destruction
The flames soared, the screams of all the people trapped within grew louder, more
desperate. But none of that mattered to the calm figure walking away. There was nothing she
could do for them anymore. And although she strode with confidence, all she wanted was to get
away, to escape the pain, the suffering.
How could she honestly feel sorry for herself when she had no doubt caused the end of so
many innocent people in the past, and here she was, for reasons unknown even to herself, killing
again. And if she wasn't too caught up in herself to think, she would realize that if she really
wanted to live, she would kill again.
Meanwhile, Vash the Stampede, the legendary outlaw, was traveling through the desert
with Millie and Meryl, the insurance girls, and Nicholas D. Wolfwood, the odd priest who
carried a giant cross that doubled as a weapon.
They reached a town, or, what had been a town. They were horrified, all the dead bodies,
and obviously, there was no good cause. There never was a good cause to kill someone. There
couldn't possibly be...
But Vash noticed something that he didn't exactly feel like pointing out. Some of the
bodies were still holding guns. Many of them were more than likely bounty hunters. But had they come looking for him, and blown up the whole city in an effort to destroy him? No, that couldn't be. It didn't make sense...
Vash moved slowly forward, constantly looking for some hint or a clue as to what had happened to all those poor people.
When they reached the outskirts of the demolished town, Vash realized that it would be too dangerous for Meryl, Millie, and Nick to follow him. Vash had noticed that while they were walking through the town, Meryl and Millie seemed very quiet, and disturbed. Nick tried to keep from looking at the bodies, it hurt so much.
Meanwhile, not far from the city she had just destroyed, the girl sat down. She was exhausted. Why did she destroy these places. She really had no idea. She just did. Whenever she just didn't want to be somewhere anymore, she would just fall asleep. And when she woke up she realized she had destroyed the place. Sometimes she just felt like letting go, and never looking back, and never moving forward so there would never be a past. Then she wouldn't have to suffer through any more, and no one around her would get hurt.
But every time she tried, she found something holding her back, she just couldn't do it. Even if she did believe that it was for the better......
Vash, M & M, and Nick found a small home further into the desert, rather close to the town. They found that it belonged to an elderly couple who had wanted to live outside the city but still live close enough to their children. Because of their distance, their house hadn't been harmed. The couple was surprisingly more than happy to let them spend the night in their house, after all, it could be awhile that they would have to travel to get to the next town.
That night when everyone was asleep, Vash grabbed his coat and left silently. He would leave them now, and they wouldn't know where he had gone. And then he wouldn't have to worry about them getting hurt. And he would find the man who had done this to all the innocent people. And he would kill him.
He set out quite steadily, and it wasn't too long before he reached the next town, and because this town was so close to where he had left the insurance girls and the priest, Vash kept going. He traveled for a week straight, occasionally stopping to rest and eat at the various towns he passed through, he hoped that he had given himself a good enough lead ahead of the three so that they wouldn't be able to catch up right away.
In the next town he stopped at, he decided he would get something to eat, then would stay the night in the inn before continuing. He was really tired. But something wasn't right. Too many people stared at him..
And before he even realized it, Vash the Stampede was again being chased by bounty hunters. He swerved down an alley, hoping that he could somehow confuse them. They shot. And hit, Vash fell, and rolled. He staggered to his feet, wincing. They had gotten him in the side, but if he could still run, he would be ok.
He decided that it would be too dangerous to run through the city, being there were so many people around, so he ran to the desert. He ran for some time, and finally, collapsed in the sand.
The flames soared, the screams of all the people trapped within grew louder, more
desperate. But none of that mattered to the calm figure walking away. There was nothing she
could do for them anymore. And although she strode with confidence, all she wanted was to get
away, to escape the pain, the suffering.
How could she honestly feel sorry for herself when she had no doubt caused the end of so
many innocent people in the past, and here she was, for reasons unknown even to herself, killing
again. And if she wasn't too caught up in herself to think, she would realize that if she really
wanted to live, she would kill again.
Meanwhile, Vash the Stampede, the legendary outlaw, was traveling through the desert
with Millie and Meryl, the insurance girls, and Nicholas D. Wolfwood, the odd priest who
carried a giant cross that doubled as a weapon.
They reached a town, or, what had been a town. They were horrified, all the dead bodies,
and obviously, there was no good cause. There never was a good cause to kill someone. There
couldn't possibly be...
But Vash noticed something that he didn't exactly feel like pointing out. Some of the
bodies were still holding guns. Many of them were more than likely bounty hunters. But had they come looking for him, and blown up the whole city in an effort to destroy him? No, that couldn't be. It didn't make sense...
Vash moved slowly forward, constantly looking for some hint or a clue as to what had happened to all those poor people.
When they reached the outskirts of the demolished town, Vash realized that it would be too dangerous for Meryl, Millie, and Nick to follow him. Vash had noticed that while they were walking through the town, Meryl and Millie seemed very quiet, and disturbed. Nick tried to keep from looking at the bodies, it hurt so much.
Meanwhile, not far from the city she had just destroyed, the girl sat down. She was exhausted. Why did she destroy these places. She really had no idea. She just did. Whenever she just didn't want to be somewhere anymore, she would just fall asleep. And when she woke up she realized she had destroyed the place. Sometimes she just felt like letting go, and never looking back, and never moving forward so there would never be a past. Then she wouldn't have to suffer through any more, and no one around her would get hurt.
But every time she tried, she found something holding her back, she just couldn't do it. Even if she did believe that it was for the better......
Vash, M & M, and Nick found a small home further into the desert, rather close to the town. They found that it belonged to an elderly couple who had wanted to live outside the city but still live close enough to their children. Because of their distance, their house hadn't been harmed. The couple was surprisingly more than happy to let them spend the night in their house, after all, it could be awhile that they would have to travel to get to the next town.
That night when everyone was asleep, Vash grabbed his coat and left silently. He would leave them now, and they wouldn't know where he had gone. And then he wouldn't have to worry about them getting hurt. And he would find the man who had done this to all the innocent people. And he would kill him.
He set out quite steadily, and it wasn't too long before he reached the next town, and because this town was so close to where he had left the insurance girls and the priest, Vash kept going. He traveled for a week straight, occasionally stopping to rest and eat at the various towns he passed through, he hoped that he had given himself a good enough lead ahead of the three so that they wouldn't be able to catch up right away.
In the next town he stopped at, he decided he would get something to eat, then would stay the night in the inn before continuing. He was really tired. But something wasn't right. Too many people stared at him..
And before he even realized it, Vash the Stampede was again being chased by bounty hunters. He swerved down an alley, hoping that he could somehow confuse them. They shot. And hit, Vash fell, and rolled. He staggered to his feet, wincing. They had gotten him in the side, but if he could still run, he would be ok.
He decided that it would be too dangerous to run through the city, being there were so many people around, so he ran to the desert. He ran for some time, and finally, collapsed in the sand.