WARNING!: The updates of the story will be long separated, but don't despair! I will still update faithfully.

Author's Note: I have decided. I'll make it a lemon!!! Yeah, right. My mind doesn't work right, but I'm not THAT nasty. But I'll consider the thought, just as mentioned in the description of the story. I changed it to rated M just in case...heh heh heh...

Disclaimer: I don't owm Wild Arms and characters...but in my fantasies they do! Nuff said.

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Satisfied with the information she gathered at the death scene, Virginia Maxwell saddled her horse right away to head to her office and type the story up. Her white mare whinnied as Virginia hurried her horse to exit the now calm town of Little Twister. Calm was right: death and murder was almost common in that desolate place, and yet people seemed to enjoy the many pleasures of these tragic things. Little Twister will get its week of fame and back to a lawless town it becomes. Some things never change, the Drifter girl thought, remembering that most of the stories she wrote were centered in that town.

The godforsaken town was soon behind Virginia as she led her horse to the welcoming wasteland. Dust swirled around the young girl as she sped through the rough terrain, and her experienced journslist mind began to think of how to write a story. Just as she began to think, monsters made their presence known by slamming her horse down.

"AHHHHHHHH!!" she screamed. Her horse tripped on its own legs from the force of the blow of the monster and fell down with an almighty crash. Virginia jumped off her horse as soon as she noticed its fall, and landed safely on the dusty land while the horse fell. The attackers, large caterpillar creatures, immediately began to feast upon the poor mare.

"Get your damn mouths away from her!!!" Virginia shrieked, and drew her pistols in a flurry. With expert shots, she began to gun down most of the caterpillars surrounding the screaming horse. The thick black bodies of the ravenous creatures squeezed in around the horse still, and a sick slurping sound began to reach her attentive ears. Blood began to creep out from the places not closed up from the monsters. Screaming neighs began to pierce the air as the caterpillars sucked away the lifeblood of the creature. With a savage yell Virginia kept shooting at the caterpillars. More died, yet they were relentless of the devouring of the fresh meat in front of them. Still firing the dual pistols at the monsters, the irate Drifter began to push the monsters away with her own body, which annoyed them. One caterpillar snarled, its dripping fangs dripping with blood and raw flesh. It rammed itself forcefully at Virginia, and the blow knocked the breath out of her. For some strange, some miraculous reason, the caterpillar ignored her, ignored the chance of an easy meal.

What the..?

A whistle was heard far away, a clear high-pitched sound that was loud despite the distance it was being created. The caterpillars stopped their feasting and for an odd reason began to squirm and wiggle their way towards the sound. Getting her breath back, Virginia wearily stood up, the wound from the impact depleting some of her strength. She saw her horse, and the mess was unbelievable. Blood pooled over its small white body, and black puncture holes littered throughout the body. The horse wasn't whinnying anymore, and the poor thing was still alive, breathing in terse breaths.

"Well, well, well! Lookie here. Who's this, I wonder?" a sly voice asked, the voice as clear as the whistle. A dreary-looking carriage was making its way towards Virginia's spot. The caterpillars bunched up together, and crawled right next to the carriage drawn by bigger, fiercer-looking caterpillars. A man of around thirty years of age rode on the vehicle. He had damp, greasy hair on his oily face, and his body looked crooked. He wore blue pants and a white shirt that seemed to be stained with red stuff that looked horribly like blood. "My, oh, my, I caught such a pretty lady." he sneered, and Virginia noticed that he was staring at her ample bosom. She quickly covered herself with her arms, and she threw the man a disgusted look.

"Pervert!!" Virginia yelled. The man just looked hungrily at her, his eyes filled with raw desire.

"I may be a pervert," he hissed, "but I am a pervert with good tastes." He got off the carriage, and began making his way towards the maiden. As quick as thought, Virginia aimed her dual pistols at the disgusting man.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll blow your brains out." the girl Drifter growled angrily, her fighting pose threatening. To the oily man, the stance evoked a delighted face, and it had nothing to do with simple admiration. The face told Virginia that he was thinking of other things. He explicitly licked his tongue on his thin, chapped lips, and he still stared at Virginia with lust.

"Why would you want to blow my brains out, hon? I can be much more than just a victim." He gave a wink. "Much, much more than that..." he whispered, staring at the graceful curves of the young lady's body. The act made Virginia's hands tighten on her guns, and her scowl deepened.

"Stay away." she snarled, her blue eyes narrowing on the enemy. He just widened his ugly smile, and he gave a whistle, this time low pitched and started and stopped in a quick pattern. The caterpillars reared their ugly heads, and began to slowly surround Virginia and her assailant. He cut off her escape.

"Now what are you gonna do, my sweet?" he asked with a voice dripping with poison. He still kept checking her body, and this discomforted the young lady more than she already was. "You can be sold at a good price, with your pretty face and...your ravishing body."

The comment froze her blood, and terror took hold of her.

"Sold?" she asked in a faint voice. To be sold to some man, and letting him ravish her body to no end...

The greasy-haired man nodded, his yellow teeth bared. "You see.." He went towards the carriage and removed the cloth covering the interior. Virginia gasped as she saw the contents of the carriage. "I collect merchandise for the men who want a woman in their bed."

Women and children, all female, were stored in a rusty cage, screaming for their release. There must have been twenty females at least, thrashing their bodies against the cruel bars of the cage. The makeup they had on was horrible, and they looked like whores, their rouged lips and the eye shadow applied in a clumsy manner. The clothes, even the childrens', was highly revealing and enticing enough to lure a young buck to claim them for a few Gella.

"Monster!" Virginia shrieked, and she fired off a shot directly at the man's chest. To her horror, the man didn't flinch, just merely smiled at her. He took off his shirt and revealed a thick bulletproof vest, and the bullet she fired barely penetrated the surface

"You see, when you make good money in this business, it's quite necessary to take precautions." Without warning, he ran towards Virginia and quickly grabbed her guns. A struggle ensued, Virginia trying to aim the guns at the man while he tried to pry them from her hands. The struggle ended too soon, and the women who saw the event began to cry out in despair. The guns lay far away from her reach, and just as Virginia tried to make a move, the oily man held a knife near her throat.

"Come with me without a fight, and I'll let you live. If you don't..." he kissed the side of her neck slowly as if savoring her throat. Virginia struggled to free herself, the kisses on her neck leaving behind a trail of hurt and fire. The result wasn't pleasure, just angry sounds rumbling from her throat. He whispered into her ear, enjoying the reaction Virginia had when his breath tickled her sensitive ears. "...then that would be just a waste of merchandise."

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He came to Claiborne, the horse he rode on tired from the trip he led it on. He would rest for a while. Even gods needed a time to recharge, and this exquisite youth was no exception. Claiborne was a peaceful village, as usual, and tempting sport was hard to find in such tame towns. His hair flowed in the wind, and his sharp eyes examined the town. He made his way gracefully towards the inn, his walk casual but magestic, like a fairytale king's gait. For an odd reason, the gait changed just as soon as the clock struck 2:00 pm. His gait was now rough, much fiercer. His mind focused on booze and Gella. He entered the inn of the town, his body demanding rest.

"Well, what can I do for you, young'un?" said the innkeeper. To his slight surprise, it wasn't that little girl's aunt running the place, but Mileux, Martina's mother. She was pretty, he can tell, yet she wasn't up to his standards.

What standards..? He thought.

"Well?" the woman asked eagerly, waiting for his request. He moistened his lips, and the most surprising answer came out from his lips.

"Why in hell are you annoying me, woman?!" He walked out of the inn, infuriated by such simple and inquisitive questions. He walked towards the saloon, intent to buy beer and some grub.

People, honestly, can't they mind their own business?! If I met chatterboxes like that, I'll...

His thoughts were interrupted by the squeaking of the saloon's hinges as he entered the little building.

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Author's Note: I know, it's short, but school can severely damage you. And stint your progress...

Me: FINALLY I UPDATED!!!!!!! SQUEEE!!

Cloud: Hooray for you!!(gives me hug)

Sephiroth: Can you do me a favor?

Me: (suspicious frown) What?

Sephiroth: get rid of this little bastard, will you?(reveals Kadaj)

Kadaj: Papa, papa, don't let adults hurt me! (clings to Sephiroth)

Cloud: (smirks) Too bad for you, eh Sephy?

Sephiroth: Whatever...(stabs himself with Masamune. dies)

Kadaj: Wah!! (starts sobbing uncontrollably)

Me: This is one of those rare times I actually want to be stabbed by Sephy...(stares at Kadaj with disgust)

Cloud: Ditto.