(Prologue)
I walked into the city of Octovern with only 2 things on my mind, a pretty girl, and a tall stiff drink. Within 20 minutes I had one more thing on my mind; Vash The Stampede.
Chapter 1
It had been 6 months since the incident in July. 200,000 people; including my dearest Anna, gone in a flash. I swore one way or another I would find out who was responsible for this massacre and make him pay. You don't get the name "Bombshell" Billy by being a saint, so I was more than ready to take on this so called 'Humanoid Typhoon'. When I first saw the words 'Vash The Stampede' written on the wanted poster I didn't think much of it but when you see $$60,000,000,000, you feel obliged to ask a question or two. I asked the nearest person who looked like he had half a brain why he was worth so much. "They're saying he's the one who destroyed July and killed all those people, they call him 'The Humanoid Typhoon' he said with a look of disgust on his face. From the second I heard the word July exit his mouth there was only one thing on my mind from that point forward. "Has anyone heard anything about where he is or might be headed?" I asked looking the man sternly in the eyes. I'm guessing from the look I gave him he could tell I wasn't kidding around. "Nope, not a word mister but where ever he is may God have mercy on the souls of those around him," he said looking back at the poster. I walked away scoffing at the guy's remark. I did not fear death, I did not fear the devil and I damn sure didn't fear Vash The Stampede. 'The moment I lay my eyes on that murdering bastard, I'm going to make him feel every ounce of pain all 200,000 people felt' i thought to myself as I continued down the sand riddled street of Octovern. Even all the saloons and beautiful girls couldn't take my mind off of it. I was a man on a mission, money is damned.
After 30 minutes of pure thought, I was finally able to think about something other than killing Vash; a tall stiff glass of Whiskey. I walked into the first saloon I could see to fulfill my desire and of course, the talk in the air was the $$60,000,000,000 bounty. I sat down at the bar and ordered my drink but as I drank it I couldn't help overhearing the conversation next to me. "Yeah man Vash the Stampede, they say he's like a one man army, like the devil incarnate" I heard them say. "I heard he can make your blood run cold just by looking at you and can kill an entire gang before they can even draw," the other one said back. I couldn't help but smile at the obviously fake crap the two were exchanging but then again I was no different. Every gunslinger good or bad worth his weight in piss has rumors about him and the better the gunslinger, the more outrageous the rumors. I was deep in thought about my gunslinging days and my life after so it's no surprise that I didn't notice the table of people staring in my direction. After a few minutes of talking amongst one of them got the balls to walk over to me and tap me on the shoulder. "Hey sorry to bother you man but you look really familiar," he said. After a few seconds of looking at me closer, I saw his eyes widen when he realized just who I am. "Holy Crap! You're 'Bombshell' Billy Mercer!" He unintentionally yelled out across the bar; managing to get every single person's attention in the process. As I turned around I noticed every single eye on me and I have to say; it was a little creepy. "Yeah, that would be me," I said with a bashful smile. "Wow,'Bombshell' Billy," he said. My mama was there when you single handily defeated the Ebony Ghost Gang in July" the guy said, taking a shot in the process. "Well it's always nice to meet a fan," I said to him patting him on the back. As I started to walk back I felt something pull my gun out of its holster. I turned around to see him pointing my own gun at me and smiling a wicked smile at me. "Imagine the fame I'd get as the man who killed The Bombshell, I'd be more famous than Vash the Stampede," he said laughing slightly. I knew this poor fool had absolutely no idea how badly he had just screwed up and in hindsight, he was probably a little drunk; However, that son of a bitch pointed my own gun at me and that is what I couldn't forgive. In an instant, I snatched my gun out of his hands and had it placed firmly on his forehead. "Ok moron, here's the situation. You now have a loaded .50 with exploding bullets aimed point blank at your head. Now I would like an apology please" I said. Before he could respond an entire crowd of people started running down the street like mad. It wasn't until the sirens went off and the announcement was made that everyone got a sense of the situation. "Emergency Evacuation Order! The Humanoid Typhoon is coming!" it said sending everyone into a state of panic. As all the so called 'Outlaws' and 'Bandits' ran with their tails tucked between their legs I couldn't help but smile to myself. I can finally make that MONSTER pay!