Disclaimer : I don't own a damn piece of Trigun although I wish I could own
Knives... but I never will ;-; . Oh well, and parts of the fic have some
lyrics by System of a Down from their song Chop Suey, which sadly, is also
not mine. Have fun and please review ^-^.
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Title: Partially Covered
Rating: R for language and lotsa violence
Characters From: Trigun
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Wake up!
A door slammed.
Grab a brush and put on a little makeup.
There was clomping of light feet and heavy breathing. A door creaked open and some clunking went on, the door creaked again and a soft thud was made. The dark, dusty, shack fell silent except the continuous ticking of a slightly rusted clock.
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup.
Suddenly the door opened again with a slow agonizing creak and a face peaked in. Eerie cat-like eyes peered around the black painted room.
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
"Legato." a stern voice hissed.
"Yes, Master?" Legato looked over his shoulder, whispering softly.
"Is she in there or not?" the voice whispered impatiently.
"I don't know" he replied.
"Go in and look, dammit." the voice was growing angrier.
"Yes, Master." Legato nodded and pushed the big door open some more.
I don't think you trust,
The breathing in the small kitchen cupboard grew heavier. The young girl sitting inside had her knees tucked under her chin and her arms hugging them even closer. Sweat was dripping down her face since she had been running through the desert for a while. Her breathing stopped as she heard a hand run over the handle of the cupboard. She quickly and quietly grasped onto the handle and pulled it towards herself. Legato pulled on the handle lightly, seeing it was "locked" he grinned.
In my self righteous suicide,
Those scary gold eyes looked back at the figure standing in the doorway. Legato nodded and pointed at the cupboard door, then he moved his index finger to his head and tapped it lightly. The figure in the doorway shook his head and moved closer to Legato and the hiding girl.
I cry,
Her breathing became heavier again as she heard the muffled foot steps. The man nodded silently at Legato as a demonic grin spread across his face, his eyes glazed over with evil. The tall servent put his ear to the cupboard door and continued to smile, his smile grew wider as he heard soft breathing right next to his ear.
When angels deserve to die.
He pulled back his arm, his hand opened up slowly. His fingers looked like blossoming flowers as they slowly extended and contorted as if he were to grab something. He then smashed it through the cupboard door. A muffled scream was heard as he pulled the girl's head slowly out of the dusty hide out. Her face was completely covered by his hand and she could not move. She did try though, thrashing her arms and trying to pull away but the psychotic slave did not loosen his grip.
"You thought you could get away." the man in charge laughed.
The girl yelled something but was muffled by Legato's hand. Legato chuckled softly and held her head a bit out of the cupboard, her body leaning against his powerful grip.
"Really, just think about this a second, Legato has mind control ability. You honestly think you could escape something like that? I must admit even if he is a disgusting human his ability is of some use to me." The man leaned against the dusty wooden counter, he stared at the motionless girl.
Legato continued to grin as his hand stayed completely still.
"Is she still breathing?" the master asked, looking from his slave's hand to the silent girl.
Legato let go of her head and she plummeted to the ground landing with a sickening thud.
"Dammit, Legato! What the fuck is wrong with you? I told you not to kill her!" the man screamed angrily, his eyes glued to the girl who was still breathing softly.
"But, Master-" Legato started.
"Legato I swear if she really is dead you will die. By my angry hands." he balled his fists up and struck his slave in the back of the neck, unexpectedly knocking him to his knees. Legato gasped in pain. "Check her pulse." he ordered.
Legato put his hand on the girls wrist to feel a weak but steady thumping.
"Well?" the angry man asked.
"She's still alive, Master." he answered.
The master raised his foot and slammed it into Legato's face, sending the beaten slave into the lower cabinets which reacted by breaking as the large male slammed into them.
"You had better pray that she stays alive, I swear." the man dusted his hands off and headed towards the door. "Pick her up and bring her with us."
Legato didn't move, he laid on the broken wood silently.
"NOW!" screamed the slaver.
He raised his head slowly. The slave noticed blood leaking from his nose. Without another moment wasted he lifted the limp girl onto his shoulder and stood up slowly so he wouldn't fall over.
"We have work to do so let's go."
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Title: Partially Covered
Rating: R for language and lotsa violence
Characters From: Trigun
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Wake up!
A door slammed.
Grab a brush and put on a little makeup.
There was clomping of light feet and heavy breathing. A door creaked open and some clunking went on, the door creaked again and a soft thud was made. The dark, dusty, shack fell silent except the continuous ticking of a slightly rusted clock.
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup.
Suddenly the door opened again with a slow agonizing creak and a face peaked in. Eerie cat-like eyes peered around the black painted room.
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
"Legato." a stern voice hissed.
"Yes, Master?" Legato looked over his shoulder, whispering softly.
"Is she in there or not?" the voice whispered impatiently.
"I don't know" he replied.
"Go in and look, dammit." the voice was growing angrier.
"Yes, Master." Legato nodded and pushed the big door open some more.
I don't think you trust,
The breathing in the small kitchen cupboard grew heavier. The young girl sitting inside had her knees tucked under her chin and her arms hugging them even closer. Sweat was dripping down her face since she had been running through the desert for a while. Her breathing stopped as she heard a hand run over the handle of the cupboard. She quickly and quietly grasped onto the handle and pulled it towards herself. Legato pulled on the handle lightly, seeing it was "locked" he grinned.
In my self righteous suicide,
Those scary gold eyes looked back at the figure standing in the doorway. Legato nodded and pointed at the cupboard door, then he moved his index finger to his head and tapped it lightly. The figure in the doorway shook his head and moved closer to Legato and the hiding girl.
I cry,
Her breathing became heavier again as she heard the muffled foot steps. The man nodded silently at Legato as a demonic grin spread across his face, his eyes glazed over with evil. The tall servent put his ear to the cupboard door and continued to smile, his smile grew wider as he heard soft breathing right next to his ear.
When angels deserve to die.
He pulled back his arm, his hand opened up slowly. His fingers looked like blossoming flowers as they slowly extended and contorted as if he were to grab something. He then smashed it through the cupboard door. A muffled scream was heard as he pulled the girl's head slowly out of the dusty hide out. Her face was completely covered by his hand and she could not move. She did try though, thrashing her arms and trying to pull away but the psychotic slave did not loosen his grip.
"You thought you could get away." the man in charge laughed.
The girl yelled something but was muffled by Legato's hand. Legato chuckled softly and held her head a bit out of the cupboard, her body leaning against his powerful grip.
"Really, just think about this a second, Legato has mind control ability. You honestly think you could escape something like that? I must admit even if he is a disgusting human his ability is of some use to me." The man leaned against the dusty wooden counter, he stared at the motionless girl.
Legato continued to grin as his hand stayed completely still.
"Is she still breathing?" the master asked, looking from his slave's hand to the silent girl.
Legato let go of her head and she plummeted to the ground landing with a sickening thud.
"Dammit, Legato! What the fuck is wrong with you? I told you not to kill her!" the man screamed angrily, his eyes glued to the girl who was still breathing softly.
"But, Master-" Legato started.
"Legato I swear if she really is dead you will die. By my angry hands." he balled his fists up and struck his slave in the back of the neck, unexpectedly knocking him to his knees. Legato gasped in pain. "Check her pulse." he ordered.
Legato put his hand on the girls wrist to feel a weak but steady thumping.
"Well?" the angry man asked.
"She's still alive, Master." he answered.
The master raised his foot and slammed it into Legato's face, sending the beaten slave into the lower cabinets which reacted by breaking as the large male slammed into them.
"You had better pray that she stays alive, I swear." the man dusted his hands off and headed towards the door. "Pick her up and bring her with us."
Legato didn't move, he laid on the broken wood silently.
"NOW!" screamed the slaver.
He raised his head slowly. The slave noticed blood leaking from his nose. Without another moment wasted he lifted the limp girl onto his shoulder and stood up slowly so he wouldn't fall over.
"We have work to do so let's go."