Dear Readers:

OMG, THIS IS GONNA BE DEPRESSING!!!!!!!!! DEAL WITH IT RKK!!!!!!!! Anyway, this is an idea I got from reading a dark fic or two while I was sick. I don't own Trigun.

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"You took him away from me….." the blue eyes were ice cold. They chilled her even more than the metal of the gun barrel did. But she didn't look away. Despite what he may have thought of her, she wasn't weak. She brought up her right hand and grabbed the gun. With her left hand she grabbed his wrist. He jerked, obviously not want her to touch him. But even though she was in pain, and was covered in her own blood, her grip was like a vice. She pulled him closer, so that their noses were almost touching. She remembered a similar situation, with Vash instead of his brother. That time had of course been much more pleasant, even though Vash had been nervous, afraid even. Then, she didn't understand completely. Now, as Knives was about to end her life for the simple fact that Vash loved her, she did.

"No. You did that yourself," she breathed never letting her eyes stray from his. His face, which was as beautiful as his brother's, twisted with uncontrollable anger. He grabbed her by the neck and slammed her into the railing. The gun left her stomach for just a moment, but, ah, there it was again. And of course, she didn't allow her eyes to leave his for a second. That must have been the straw that broke the camel's back, because he finally pulled the trigger.

The report was quieter than she expected, although when she stopped to think about it, and it was amazing that she could think at all considering the fact that she had just been shot in the stomach, it makes sense that her body would have muffled the sound. It hurt at first, but everything was already becoming numb. Still, her eyes were locked with his. He didn't seem to mind anymore. A smile began to creep across his lips.

This brought on a flare of anger inside her. Here she was, choking on her own blood, and this thing, this monster was smiling. And so she spit. She spit her 'unclean' blood into his face. The smiles gone. Good. "You don't deserve to be happy you son of a bitch," She chokes out, pushing herself over the railing and into oblivion.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood burst into the room just in time to see his baby sister plummet down into the water of the underground river. He had heard the gunshot. A distant part of his mind had already told him he was too late. But seeing Bo fall… He felt something break inside him. And there he was, Knives, the man he had formally served, standing across the great expanse of water with Wolfwood's kid sister's blood all over his face. "YOU GODAMN MOTHERFUCKING BASTERD!!!" the priest roared as he brought up his punisher to aim at the blonde man. But Knives was too quick for him.

The plant aimed his own gun, and shot out the over head light, the only lighting in the entire room. Wolfwood blazed away anyway, knowing that Knives was long gone.

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"Thank you so much Vash," Gwen said as she wrapped her arms around the Humanoid Typhoon's neck in an unexpected hug. The blonde gunslinger had just been helping the brunette swordslinger rescue her five year old daughter who had been pinned under a rafter that had fallen in the last battle.

"Really, Gwen, it was no problem!" Vash said, gently prying the woman off of him. "I was just fixing—" At that moment, Wolfwood came bursting thought the door. A feeling of sick dread sunk into Vash's stomach when he realized the priest was alone. "Wolfwood, where's—" The blonde was cut off once again as Wolfwood grabbed him by the collar and punched him, hard. Then Vash felt himself being slammed up against the wall.

"SHE'S GONE! SHE'S GONE YOU BASTURED!" Wolfwood screamed in his face as that feeling of dread deepened.

"What?" Vash asked, although he already knew what. No, please no, not Bo, not her, please, he thought desperately, trying to keep his mind from panicking.

"BO! YOUR FUCKING BROTHER SHOT HER AND THREW HER INTO THE FUCKING RIVER!! YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!" Wolfwood roared, and then hit Vash again. "She's gone…. She's dead," the priest whispered as he let go of Vash and backed away. Tears were beginning to roll down his cheeks…. Or maybe they had been for a long time. Vash didn't know. Hell, Wolfwood didn't even know. He stumbled forward, his hands going to his eyes as the first sobs began to rack his body.

"Oh, Nicholas…" He felt gentle hands wrap themselves around him. He took his hands away from his eyes and pulled Gwen into a tight hug. He buried his face into her shoulder and sobbed. A few feet away, Vash was sitting on the ground where he had slid after Wolfwood had let go of him in a state of deep shock, which, unluckily for him was quickly fading.

She was gone… Knives had killed her…. Because he loved her…. Why? Why did he have to fall in love with her? She didn't deserve to loved by him, because his love was a curse. She didn't deserve it because she had been a good person who only wanted to help people. She had been so kind and gentle, and at the same time, stong and stubborn. But that had been why he had loved her, wasn't it? Tears began to stream out of his eyes as he thought of what he had done to Maria 'Bo' Wolfwood, the love of his life, his world, his everything. He closed his eyes and pressed his clenched fists in to his eyes. "No…" he wispered. "No no no no no-" he said it over and over again, each time, he got louder until he was screaming. And as he screamed, Wolfwood sobbed harder, for they had bot hlost someone they loved…. Or had they? Had they really?

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Ooooo, clif hanger…. I think….. Seriously though, this isn't a one-shot. The next one will be a little more light hearted…. I hope….