Trigun
The Death Angel
Chapter 1: Eddie
A year had almost passed since Vash had defeated Knives. During that year, Vash wasn't sure what to do with his brother. His hatred toward humans seemed to grow. He eventually brought Knives to a hospital with a built in psychiatric ward. The doctors insisted on giving Knives a lobotomy because he was to dangerous. Vash refused at first in hopes he could change Knives, but it was of no avail. Knives ended up killing two doctors and a nurse with a scalpel before Vash stopped him once again. Vash finally realized there was no hope for his brother and decided that the doctors go ahead and have his brother lobotomized. Even though Knives was a catatonic vegetable now, Vash and the doctors had him locked up in the strictest manner and had him placed into the deepest cell of the psychiatric ward.
With Knives finally out of the way, Vash could go about his life worrying about the bounty on his head and worrying about the two insurance girls, Meryl and Milly. Even after all the chaos that happened with the Gung Ho Guns, and the loss of his good friend, Wolfwood, and his whole ordeal with Knives, Vash was feeling some what better. The two insurance girls, Meryl and Milly, still followed him and they had not had any trouble moving from town to town. Milly was back to her old cheerful self although Meryl would sometimes catch her crying, thinking about Wolfwood. Meryl was still, well, Meryl, but her relationship with Vash had changed. She was not as irritable and quick to anger as she used to be.
The trio was on a bus and on there way to a small town run by a rather well known crime boss, known as Kenneth "The Butcher" Hawkins. Most of the people that lived there were people that weren't allowed to leave the town due to Kenneth having an iron fist over the people there. Many couldn't leave because they are poor and borrowed money from him or because they owed him some favors and for some he took care of financially, but at steep prices, and if anyone did not pay up or tried to run from him they would end up being chopped up and buried out in the desert by Kenneth himself. The police in the town did nothing because Kenneth practically owned the police. His wealth derived from his late fathers fortune. Vash just wanted to go in and out of the town and not cause trouble. Unfortunately for Vash, trouble was something that seemed to follow him.
As the bus was driving down the dirt road, Meryl and Milly were sitting together sound asleep which gave Vash some time with his thoughts. Vash suddenly felt a strange presence, a presence that resembled his brothers. The bus began to come to a stop in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. Vash looked out the window to see what the bus was stopping for, and that is when he saw him, a man wearing all black. He was the presence that Vash was feeling. From what Vash could see, he was wearing a black, short sleeved trench coat that was unbuttoned, he wore black military like boots and pants as well as black gloves that had didn't cover his fingers . He had really short brown hair, almost a buzz cut, and what seemed to be a almost four inch goatee that was held together by rubber bands in a some what crude braid. He was also carrying a small bag, most likely with clothes in it.
The bus stopped and the driver opened the door the for the man. He got aboard and as he was walking towards a seat, Vash got a better look at him. The man had a black t-shirt on under his trench coat along with two shoulder holsters on both sides him, each holding a custom made silver Desert Eagle .50. He was rather tall, Vash guessed around 6'1. The sunglasses he wore were rather small, black and round as well as mirrored. They reminded Vash of sunglasses a mad scientist would wear. His left ear was pierced with a silver stud and his right eyebrow was pierced with a silver ring. Despite his rather tough looks he looked as if he was nineteen or younger. He still had the face of teen. The man looked at Vash and gave him a rather eerie smile. Vash didn't show any emotion, but inside he felt nervous. From what Vash sensed, this man was a Plant just like himself. The man found an empty seat near the back of the bus. The man just stared at Vash in a, somewhat, disconcerting manner.
"Vash? Vash, are you alright?" Meryl asked in a worried voice.
Vash stopped looking at the man a looked at Meryl, he could see the worry on her face.
"I'm fine. Just a little tired, that's all," Vash smiled, sounding cheerful, "When did you wake up?"
"When the bus stopped. I saw you staring at that man back there, what was that all about? It's rude to stare at people, no matter what they look like." Meryl said.
"You're right, I just thought that goatee of his was pretty weird looking." Vash lied.
"Jeez, can you try not to embarrass me for one day?" Meryl complained as she laid her head upon the back of the seat.
Vash gave off a forced chuckle then looked back at the man in black. He had that same eerie smile on his face and gave Vash a small little nod. Vash ignored him and turned around and looked out his window.
The bus finally reached its destination, Little Phoenix. The town was a decent size, not to big and not to small. Vash and the girls gathered their belongings and walked off the bus, Vash caught a glimpse of the man wearing black. He got off the bus and walked towards the heart of the town. Vash was curious to where the man was heading, but Milly and Meryl kept on tugging Vash to the hotel they were going to stay at. Vash gave in and followed them to the hotel. He still couldn't get that man out of his head, he wanted to know who he was, he would have to postpone meeting that man until later.
The man in black was in a good mood. He spooked out Vash the Stampede and made his presence know to him. While he wanted to spend some quality time with Vash, the man had other plans. Once he dropped off his bag at his small little hotel he was staying in, he began to ask random people where he could find a bar where Kenneth's thugs would hang out. People warned him not to go there, but he didn't care. A man finally told him to go to the Red Eye Saloon. The man in black finally found his destination. He walked into the noisy saloon and began to walk up to the bar. About half way in to the bar, the entire saloon became dead silent, with the exception of some whispering. All the men in there were giving the man dirty looks, the man just smiled, this was exactly the place he was looking for. He took a seat at the bar between two men that looked like they had just got out of the worst prison on the planet. A rather large and bulky bartender came up to the man.
"Can I help you?" the bartender asked in a rude tone.
"Yes. I would like two things." the man in black said.
"And that would be?"
"The first thing I would like is a shot of Wild Turkey." the man in black requested with that same eerie smile.
The bartender huffed and poured the man a shot and handed it to him. The two men beside him gave him a dirty glare. The man in black drank the shot.
"That was a damn good shot if I do say so myself. I think I'll have the whole bottle." he said in a cheerful manner.
"You got the money to pay for it?" the bartender asked.
The man in black pulled out a wad of money, "Will this pay for it?"
The bartender nodded and walked over to grab the bottle. The man in black turned to the man sitting to the left of him and said, "So, how's it going?"
"Fuck off." the man said.
"Ok then, nice talking with ya." The man in black said still cheerful as ever.
The bartender then brought over the bottle of Wild Turkey and handed it to the man in black.
"Thank you." The man in black said kindly.
"Whatever."
The man in black grabbed the bottle, brought the tip of it to his lips and began to chug the entire bottle of Wild Turkey down without taking a breath. The bartender and the two men sitting next to him just stared in awe. All the men in the saloon watched as the man drank the entire bottle of whiskey. Once the man finished, he let off a small belch, then said, "Wow. That was rather tasty. Now for the second thing I wanted."
The bartender stood there, still in shock at what this man had just done then finally said, "Uh, yeah, what is it?"
"I want to know where I can find Kenneth Hawkins." The man in black asked, his demeanor was suddenly serious.
The bartenders expression changed to one of suspicion, all the men in the saloon began to glare at him.
"Why the hell do you want to know that?" The bartender asked.
"That's my business, not yours." The man in black said.
"What's your name?" The man sitting to his right asked.
"The name's Eddie." The man in black said.
"Eddie, huh? Well, when your business involves Mr. Hawkins then it involves us." the man said.
"Oh, I see. So you guys are all his bitches then, correct?" Eddie asked sarcastically.
"You better watch your fuckin' mouth. Every man in here works for Hawkins and they won't think twice about killing you." The man said.
"Oh really? Is that a fact?" Eddie asked calmly.
"Yeah, that's a fact. Tell me why a little faggot boy like you is wearing sunglasses inside a bar? It ain't bright in here." He laughed as the rest of the saloon began to laugh with him.
"Really? I'm inside a bar? Oh my God! I didn't realize that. I needed you, the genius, to point that out to me, and I thank you." Eddie said, each word dripping with sarcasm.
The man looked furious, "You think you're fuckin' funny, don't you?"
"No, I don't think I'm funny, I know I am, and you gentlemen still haven't answered my question. Where can I find your boss?" Eddie asked once again.
"We're not gonna tell you shit!" The man yelled and pulled out a revolver and pointed it at Eddies head. Eddie's expression didn't change, he still had a calm look on his face.
"I would put that gun down if I were you." Eddie warned, his voice was serious.
"Why's that?" The man asked.
"I wouldn't want to splatter your brains all over this nice bar." Eddie said.
The entire saloon began to laugh.
"I think all that whiskey went to your head, boy. Everyman in here is armed so if you somehow managed to kill me, you would have to face them all, too, you dumb shit." The man chuckled.
"Well then, for their sake, put the gun down. If you don't I'll have to kill everyman in this saloon, including your dumb ass." Eddie threatened.
"We'll just see about that." The man said as he pulled the trigger. Eddie moved out of the way quickly causing the bullet to strike the man sitting next to him in the face. Just as quickly as Eddie dodged the bullet he pulled one of his Desert Eagles out and pointed it right in the mans left eye and fired, blowing the entire left side of the mans face off. Two men sitting at a table closest to Eddie began to reach for there guns, but Eddie quickly put a bullet in each of their hearts, killing them instantly.
In a matter of seconds every man in the saloon began to pull out there weapons and the saloon became a war zone. Eddie maneuvered around the gunfire and men as if he was a gymnast. He was so fast and quick that it seemed like the men were shooting at air. He pulled out his other gun and began pick off all the men in the bar while dodging their gunfire. It was as if he were shooting fish in a barrel. He reloaded and jumped on top of the bar and fired on a group of men that all had shotguns. He shot each of them in the chest and continued with the rest of the men in the bar. Bullets zinged pass Eddie, but none of them seemed to hit him. The number of men dwindled down to only ten. Three men began to open fire upon Eddie with AK-47's. Eddie quickly ducked behind the bar and began to reload as rounds were tearing apart the bar. Eddie noticed the bartender laying on the ground shaking. Amazing he was still alive, Eddie thought. Once Eddie heard the men reload he stood up and began to open fire on the rest of the men. He killed all but two guys who were hiding behind a table reloading their handguns. Eddie calmly walked over to where they were hiding and before they could react he put a bullet into both their skulls, spraying blood and brain matter all over the table and floor.
The floor of the bar was now a sea of dead men, blood, and empty bullet casings. The walls of the saloon were painted red with blood. Eddie popped out the clips of his two Desert Eagles and put in new ones then holstered one of them and walked over to the bar.
"Hey, get up." Eddie ordered the bartender.
"Please don't kill me!" He begged.
"I'm not going to kill you, now get up." Eddie ordered once more.
The bartender slowly got up with his hands raised. Eddie had his gun trained on the bartenders face.
"You're a good man. I can see it in your eyes. The rest of these men are scum, all of them were murderers and rapist and worked for that asshole, Hawkins, but you are a good man. I do suggest that you stop conning men out of money when they are drunk, though," Eddie smiled, " I am here for Kenneth Hawkins. I know you know where he is. So tell me where I can find him." Eddie said.
"He'll kill me if he finds out." The bartender exclaimed.
"I wouldn't worry about that. I plan on killing him by tomorrow, so that won't be a problem." Eddie stated casually.
The bartender gave Eddie a strange look then asked, "You're serious?"
"Damn straight."
"Ok, there are two possible places he can be, his mansion on the east part of town, or at the plant outside of town. Those are the only places I know he goes to a lot, I swear," The bartender said, "How did you know that I conned men out of their money?"
Eddie grinned, " You'd be surprised at how much a persons eyes reveal to me," Eddie paused, "Thank you for your time and for the whiskey," Eddie said as he gave the bartender his entire wad of cash, "Sorry about the bar, hope this will help." Then he walked out leaving the bartender with a saloon full of dead men.
End Chapter
I hope you liked it. This is my first Trigun fanfic, so please be gentle. I want to know what you all think so far. Your input is greatly appreciated.
