Do not own Trigun

This chapter is very graphic! So beware, there will be gore.


The beautiful bride searched around the room quickly for her steamer trunk, she had to gather the essentials. She pulled out some rope and laid it on the floor then she slowly pulled out a sheathed dagger from one of the pockets, its hilt was white and decorated in gold etchings. She quickly checked the blade and set it next to the rope. She stripped naked and put her clothing inside the trunk, she preferred it this way.


Charles...

Charles…

He moaned and tossed his head to the side.

CHARLES!

The shriek made him jump, and his eyes flew open. He couldn't see anything and he couldn't move his arms or legs.

"JULIA!"

"...What the fuck is going on?" His breathing became heavy and shaky. He looked around; he couldn't see anything but he felt someone sitting on the bed.

"Who's there? Where's Julia?"

There was no answer, he felt movement on the bed again…it was coming closer, and then he felt the body of a woman sit on his stomach.

"Don't worry, Darling. I'm right here."

Charles sighed in relief.

"Is this some kind of kinky sex game…? Why am I tied up…why are you acting so strange?"

She chuckled and decided it was about time she let him see her; she leaned forward and flicked the switch on the lights. Charles was momentarily blinded by the sudden light, when his eyes finally adjusted they became round with pure terror at what was before him. His mouth gapped, he was unable to speak; he wasn't even sure what was in front of him. This monster couldn't be his wife…

She was humanoid in form but her skin was scaly and a mixture of brown and dark green with hints of red and pink. Protruding from her shoulders and back and even parts of her jaw were pinkish-red spikes. From her very short black hair rose four crimson horns. Even her eyes shot fear into him; they were large and alien-like, the iris was blood red and the sclera (which is usually white in human eyes) was black.

A wide grin appeared on her face as she noticed the immense fear in his fat face.

"Pathetic fool," She whispered before quickly grabbing her sheathed dagger which sat waiting besides her on the bed. She pulled the blade out and in an instance she slashed his throat damaging his vocal cords. The man thrashed his body in agony, blood began to gash from his mouth and neck; he gasped like a fish out of water. She watched him struggle and grunt for a while before dismounting his disgustingly large stomach and slid off the bed. She bent over and from under the bed she pulled out a heavy handbag which she threw next to him. He watched her wide eyed as she opened the bag and took a look at the heap of money within.

"You're probably wondering if this is yours…" she said to him as she closed the bag back up.

"It is, and I'm sure you're probably very curious to find out how I managed to break into your safe…well, it was quite simple you see."

"About a week ago you and I met up for some drinks at your library, remember? Unfortunately for you, I had added a little extra something into your drink that really fucked you up. With your inhibitions lowered and your judgment being as shaky as it was it wasn't very difficult to get you to give me your safe's access code. I pulled all your money out just before our beautiful ceremony," She smiled and winked at him, a bit of rage surfaced through his pain stricken face.

"Well, I guess it's about time I finish you off…I've spent enough time here."

She placed the bag on top of her trunk and walked back to bed. She grabbed the dagger that was left next to him and without hesitation she began plunging it into his stomach, with every stab he groaned. She made sure not to hit any major organ with the first few stabs then finally she put him out of his misery and with both hands thrust all eight inches of the blade into his heart. His body moved around for a while refusing to die, blood gashing from all around his body but eventually he gave up and soon he was dead.

She was breathing heavily from excitement, her arms and chest soaked in blood. She stood there for a few minutes trying to bring herself down from the high, and all of a sudden she felt a presence watching her. She twisted around and saw a tall blue haired man standing next to the door; she pulled the dagger from her deceased husband's chest and ran at the stranger. There was no way she was going to get caught this late in the game, but she didn't get far before her whole body froze.

"…the hell is going on," she spat out.

"Please relax; I'm not here to stop you. I was sent here by my master," Legato reassured her.

She sighed.

"I am here to make you an offer: my master has taken an interest in your skills and…special gifts, he wants you to work for him as a mercenary."

"No…thanks" she panted.

Legato continued, "Hmm…I'm sorry I guess I wasn't being very clear. You really have no choice in the matter, if you do not come with me then I'll be forced to kill you and in the position you are in now it would be too easy for me to do so."

The woman clenched her teeth and grunted in defeat. Legato loosen his hold on her and she fell to her knees.

"Before you gather your things and we go, please tell me your name," Legato said softly as he offered his hand in order to help her up.

"Rubella…" she answered.