Standard disclaimer: Trigun does not belong to me.
This is what happens when you tell a bunch of fourth graders the "Golden Arm" story and then go home and watch Trigun.
Legato Bluesummers looked at Midvalley the Horn Freak and frowned. "I don't understand it, Midvalley. All these reports of Vash the Stampede leveling towns, decimating populations... The Master will be pleased, but why is Vash doing it?"
"We don't know. All we know is that when he leaves town, every man, woman and child is dead."
"That's not like him."
"It gets weirder. All the corpses are missing their left arms."
"Left arms?"
"That's right. God knows what he wants with them." Midvalley looked at Legato who had turned paler than usual. "Do you have any idea why he'd want left arms?"
"No... maybe he's finally flipped- maybe the destruction of Augusta did something to him. What does Chapel's lackey have to say?"
"Nothing. No one's seen him since Augusta."
"Any word on the insurance bitches that follow him?"
"Not since they were sent out with a posse to take out Vash. Both they and the posse are MIA."
"Interesting. Leave me." Legato went down the dark corridor to his room and laid down on the bed. He raised his left hand before his face and regarded his left hand thoughtfully. "All this trouble over losing you. Heh." Legato chuckled under his breath. The fingers on the hand twitched involuntarily. Legato put the hand under the covers and closed his eyes.
Legato was dreaming. A pair of golden eyes were gleaming in the darkness. They glowed with malevolence. Under their gaze he began to gasp for air. Something was strangling the life out of him. He reached up to his throat only to find his hand already there. He awoke with a gasp, sitting upright, his left hand falling down to his lap. The room was dark, no light shone in from the street. Legato sat in the darkness, gasping. He could hear a voice downstairs, near the front door.
"I want my angel arm...." Legato shuddered at the sound. He heard Zazie's door open.
"Who is it? Who's there?" The boy slept in a cupboard under the stairs and consequently always had to answer the door.
"I want my angel arm....." The voice spoke again.
"Your what? Hey! Aren't you..?" There was the sound of a hammer clicking back into place. "I'll whack you mister. You ain't getting by me..."
"I want my angel arm....."
"You'll see angels in a...AAAGGHHH!!!" There was a ripping sound in the dark. "My ARM! GODDAMN YOU! MY ARM!"
"You don't have it." A wet, dull thud followed and then the heavy tread of boots echoed on the staircase.
Midvalley's door slammed open, a jazz riff cutting through the air. "I want my angel arm....." The jazz segued into a loud bleating noise that was abruptly cut off. Another horrible ripping sound and Midvalley was screaming. "You don't have it." Midvalley's screams turned to horrible choking noises interspersed with faint sax notes. It all faded off quickly and now the boots were moving towards Legato's door. The voice had begun to sing, the sound of the boots keeping time to the horrible lyrics:
"Total carnage. Total carnage. I won't leave Legato alive. Lah dee dah darm- I want my arm. Lah dee dah doo- I'm coming for you. Let's begin the carving time....."
"Vash the Stampede." Legato said as he looked down the hall, his mind reaching out for the weak one he knew was there. Had to be there.
"I want my angel arm....." His mind could find no presence, no thoughts to tune into. To his sixth sense the hallway was empty. But the footsteps kept coming, the voice kept whispering: "I want my angel arm...Where is my angel arm?" In his doorway: "I want my angel arm.....". At the foot of his bed: "Where is my angel arm?" Right beside him in dark: "YOU'VE GOT IT!!!!!!"
Legato sat up screaming. His master stood beside him, a smirk on his face. "Did you have a bad dream, Legato?"
This is what happens when you tell a bunch of fourth graders the "Golden Arm" story and then go home and watch Trigun.
Legato Bluesummers looked at Midvalley the Horn Freak and frowned. "I don't understand it, Midvalley. All these reports of Vash the Stampede leveling towns, decimating populations... The Master will be pleased, but why is Vash doing it?"
"We don't know. All we know is that when he leaves town, every man, woman and child is dead."
"That's not like him."
"It gets weirder. All the corpses are missing their left arms."
"Left arms?"
"That's right. God knows what he wants with them." Midvalley looked at Legato who had turned paler than usual. "Do you have any idea why he'd want left arms?"
"No... maybe he's finally flipped- maybe the destruction of Augusta did something to him. What does Chapel's lackey have to say?"
"Nothing. No one's seen him since Augusta."
"Any word on the insurance bitches that follow him?"
"Not since they were sent out with a posse to take out Vash. Both they and the posse are MIA."
"Interesting. Leave me." Legato went down the dark corridor to his room and laid down on the bed. He raised his left hand before his face and regarded his left hand thoughtfully. "All this trouble over losing you. Heh." Legato chuckled under his breath. The fingers on the hand twitched involuntarily. Legato put the hand under the covers and closed his eyes.
Legato was dreaming. A pair of golden eyes were gleaming in the darkness. They glowed with malevolence. Under their gaze he began to gasp for air. Something was strangling the life out of him. He reached up to his throat only to find his hand already there. He awoke with a gasp, sitting upright, his left hand falling down to his lap. The room was dark, no light shone in from the street. Legato sat in the darkness, gasping. He could hear a voice downstairs, near the front door.
"I want my angel arm...." Legato shuddered at the sound. He heard Zazie's door open.
"Who is it? Who's there?" The boy slept in a cupboard under the stairs and consequently always had to answer the door.
"I want my angel arm....." The voice spoke again.
"Your what? Hey! Aren't you..?" There was the sound of a hammer clicking back into place. "I'll whack you mister. You ain't getting by me..."
"I want my angel arm....."
"You'll see angels in a...AAAGGHHH!!!" There was a ripping sound in the dark. "My ARM! GODDAMN YOU! MY ARM!"
"You don't have it." A wet, dull thud followed and then the heavy tread of boots echoed on the staircase.
Midvalley's door slammed open, a jazz riff cutting through the air. "I want my angel arm....." The jazz segued into a loud bleating noise that was abruptly cut off. Another horrible ripping sound and Midvalley was screaming. "You don't have it." Midvalley's screams turned to horrible choking noises interspersed with faint sax notes. It all faded off quickly and now the boots were moving towards Legato's door. The voice had begun to sing, the sound of the boots keeping time to the horrible lyrics:
"Total carnage. Total carnage. I won't leave Legato alive. Lah dee dah darm- I want my arm. Lah dee dah doo- I'm coming for you. Let's begin the carving time....."
"Vash the Stampede." Legato said as he looked down the hall, his mind reaching out for the weak one he knew was there. Had to be there.
"I want my angel arm....." His mind could find no presence, no thoughts to tune into. To his sixth sense the hallway was empty. But the footsteps kept coming, the voice kept whispering: "I want my angel arm...Where is my angel arm?" In his doorway: "I want my angel arm.....". At the foot of his bed: "Where is my angel arm?" Right beside him in dark: "YOU'VE GOT IT!!!!!!"
Legato sat up screaming. His master stood beside him, a smirk on his face. "Did you have a bad dream, Legato?"