Chapter Two:

Dark Reflection

Authors Notes: Sorry if this is not one of my bests guys, and for the wait I have been really busy lately.

Nothing had changed, within the past hundred and fifty years sense they had landed upon this waste land, nothing had changed. Humans still lived like cock roaches, always unending, somehow finding ways to survive no matter how many times they were exterminated. They came back, to live on. Distorting everything, they touched like plague. Feeding their mass with the power, the essence of his sisters. It all simply made him sick.

The short haired Plant sighed as he paused mid step, standing upon a tall mound over looking the place he know called home, his face as cold, as sadistic as it always seemed. This was to be his new home, his brothers and himself. A place were Plants could live free, to grow in numbers without the pain of their powers being drained. Eden, a land with no death, no wars, or pain. Yet his sibling and that damned woman had changed that, he had been willing to let her live not only for Vash's sake, but he had beilved her to be slightly different from the others.

A huge mistake, one he would never make again. Thanks to that bitch humans poisoned this Plant, and his brothers soul. If he had succeeded, yes maybe Vash would have been in a ruff mental state for a time, but with some work , Knives was sure he would have been able to brake through his younger siblings shell. Now with the humans to protect, the twins had separated. Knives felt both hate and love for his sibling. He wanted what was best for him, yet if he planned on being an illogical fool and tried to stop him, then he would take enjoyment out of his brothers pain, till he learned to see the truth.

He paused in mid step sensing the tide of many mental signatures not far from his own home, hatred bulding in his eyes as he bawled his fists for a moment glaring at the unseen miles away. ''Worthless!'' he whispered, his voice as cold as his shocking icy blue eyes. ''Nothing but spiders! Sucking the life out of what they touch. They all deserve to die all of them.'' He could remember the first time as he pulled the trigger upon the Captain of the seeds ship, the raw feeling at taking life. Seeing justice played out as the red blood flowed from the mans limp head.

That was the same feeling he craved every time he took a humans life, yes sadistic in a way but he had a right. No one had the right to take the life of another, right humans had take plenty of lives. They had started this charade long ago, but he would end it by killing each one. He may allow a few to live but only for a small purpose of somehow restoring his race to order, while others would mere slaves of his will as so many already were.

Some way he would win this struggle with these ''spiders,'' then his brother would join him. Or die by his own hands. A slight smile passed over Knives lips as he turned ignoring the small voice witch as always seemed to nag at him over his wrong doing, yes his conscience was still there trying despairingly to plea with him. Yet now it had became so mute over time he could no longer hear it.

Trudging slowly back towards his base at a slow pace, his mind thoughtful as to the ware about of his twin when a strange sensation over took his body. Like a bolt of lighting an electric charge seemed to fill the air, shaking the ground about him. The sky above flashing with an odd awry of colors before slowly seeming to calm into its normal state. Dumbfounded the Plant stood there for a time, wondering what he just witnessed. Blue eyes scouting the area for the cause of the strange phenomena but coming up empty handed. Everything looked normal but the air had a different feeling to it, a new sort of energy he had never felt in his long life upon this Planet.

Perhaps it was his own mind at play with him, but it felt as if another worldly presence had made its way onto his own home world. A powerful being far different from the likes of human, and Plant standers. Frowning deeply, Knives turned; feeling himself drawn like a magnet towards the odd aura witch had placed itself so willingly in his own back yard.

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Time seemed to have slowed sense he had been pulled unwillingly into this living Gods for saking hell. Where the sun beats without mercy upon ones body, just adding to his discomfort as she struggled to regain what energy he had.

His nanites sending shocking pain through his already damaged body. Screaming for the nourishment of blood. Already much of his own had spilled out from his wounds, though he had survived worse his crusink side sought to heal the damage.

Using what reserves was within him quickly. Gods how long had it been sense he had truly feasted. A day or two perhaps, not long enough truly for his body to need replacing. Yet with his wounds, as bad as they are the nanites were quickly running low upon the blood they needed. Working over time to repair the damage caused with the confrontation with his twin.

Another groan passed his dried lips as his head sunk to the sand, shaking with the pain rushing through him as his anger rose. How pathetic he felt, the one known as Contra Mundi, a mighty cruisnk lying like a whimpering child upon the sand. Unable to move, it was humiliating.

Yet what could he do, there was no soul in sight no one to help. And his body with the shell it was would not be able to handle much movement on its own. Where was Issak when he was needed the most?

Cain gave a flustered sigh, his body to tried to move anymore as he finally collapsed, anger still burning even if muted by exaction. He could not believe it would end like this. The mighty enemy of the world. Killed by the burning of the sun and his own body's weakness. How ironic, he bet Lilith was laughing at him right now.

A bitter laugh came from Cain's lips as he looked blankly at the sand pillowing his head, feeling the world of darkness pulling at his consciousness. Offering the sweet embrace of the shadows of his mind ,away from the pain.

As if responding to it, the ground about him oddly seemed to shadow as well, a bit of shade surrounding his broken body. Cain blinked first believing it was his fevered mind playing cruel pranks upon him, when the sound of boots reached his ears, causing him to stiffen slightly.

Wariness in full focus as he struggled to move, to look at the figure coming upon him, normally he would jump to protect himself, part of his mind yelling not to let the figure reach him in such state. Yet his logical side spoke, along with the ache of his body. He was to wary to argue, all he wanted was to rest. If this person would help him, perhaps he could be of use to him.

However, if the person wished to kill him, Cain for now did not care to stop him. Willing the last bit of strength, the crusink moved his head slightly as a pare of boots landed an inch from his head. Turning slightly upon his side, to stare at the very person whom now held his life in the palm of their hands.

Cain shifted his body slightly, hoping to get a glimpse of the very person standing over him. Winter blue eyes slowly meeting winter blue, shock filling both faces as the two males stared into the others for the longest time.

A new charge of to energies sparking with tension as each looked at its double, a mirror of reality shattering as they took in each other's faces. Of course, there were differences. One had long golden hair stretching down his back, white robes covering him with a slightly more gentle face.

While the one standing had short spiked hair, an odd w tight bodysuit, and a cold twist expression. Yet their souls, their conscious everything seemed almost intact. No words had been shared, yet somehow both felt the strong bond without words.

Neither was human, sharing the same hate for a creature witch did them wrong.

Cain breathed hard, his eyes looking over his double, unsure of how to respond for the longest time as he marveled in awe at the shock wave spreading in between. Then finally, a muffled cry rose from his lips as an odd sparks of energy rose from his body, shuttering pain from his nanites.

Convulsing pains racking his form, causing him to jolt and shake about as he gasped for breath, forcing his eyes shut he fought the rage of the crusink within him, longing to break free and hunt for blood. If the being did, it could be the death of both of them. Besides other then this person whom stood over him there were no vampires.

His breathing coming in rasping gasps Cain made one more attempt in saving his life, deciding to test fate as he opened his glazed over blues. Looking into the iced over ones of his doubles he sent out a silent plea, begging for help before the doors of the world closed around him. The last cousins feeling were a pare of arms reaching about him dragging his broken body upon his shoulders and carrying him out of the hellish grip of the sand.

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What possessed him do this….

What possible logic exploitation did he have for pitting another being….

The questions swarmed the shorthaired plants mind as he stared to the limp form now resting upon his shoulders as he made the long track back to his fortress witch rested above the sandy dunes. Actually taking care not to jostle the others limp body as he walked, half dragging half carrying the other as he moved. One arm braced around his middle allowing his head to rest against his shoulder while his free arm carried the odd fake limb witch lay only a few feet away when Knives had found him.

Cold eyes looked over the other clearly, taking in every bit of detail, from the odd clothes to the spill of golden hair witch hung around the man's form like an odd royal cloak. A frown crossing his lips as he slowly traced the figures features closely.

What had made him do this? What had happened just then?

That odd spark of energy as he neared the injured man lying on the ground, and when their eyes met he could almost swear he was looking in a mirror, no it was more intense then any mirror. It was like looking inside himself, at the hate and mingling madness that lingered.

Knives sighed shaking his head, perhaps he ha was groaning a bit soft in his old age, but he just could not leave this being to suffer, no one but a human deserved such treatment. Besides he wanted to know what this man was? Why he was here? And how he felt so close to him, it was as if this man was his own brother, a twin. He could have sworn he felt the pain radiating from the mans soul, racking his own body.

That feeling still made his body twitch off and on in response of the past shock. The man, whatever he was needed attention and for now that was fully what Knives would give him, helping him to recover while doing a few simple test to find out what he was. Not like the humans, no he would not treat him that sort of way; he only wished to know whom he kept within his compounds.

Who knows with two dark hearts as filled, as they were perhaps an alliance would be formed. Yes, this man could become of use to him.

A twisted smile crossed the Plants face as he reached out his mind quickly, searching through the masses of moving conciseness within his fortress to the one man whom he dared to call his second.

'Legato….'

He called in his normal cool voice waiting not so patiently for the human plant to answer.

'Yes. What is it I can do for you my master?'

Came a cool eerie voice of Legato, a voice witch would chill the bravest of man to the bone, yet Knives was a custom to the coldness, in fact it was he who razed the young man to be in such away, it a twisted way of thinking you could call Legato his son.

'Prepare the infirmary quickly! I need one of the healing tanks on stand by as well, we will be having a guest staying with us for a time.'

There was a long pause coming from Legato, never in his long life had Knives asked for one of his own healing tanks to be prepared for another. It was not unusual for the infirmary to be on stand by, but a healing tank, whom ever this person was must hold importance to his master . Legato felt a pang of jealously in that thought, someone taking in the head over him. He Legato, most loyalists to his master's cause pushed away like a mere dog. After all, he had done for him.

True, he would never out prove his sin as a human, but he had tried. He was no mere mortal anymore yet still a stain witch would dent the perfect image of his master. So who could his master hold to such high standers? Surely, this person was no human. Could it be another free wandering Plant? Had Vash the Stampede finally joined?

No, that could not be it …right.

Legato frowned as confusion continued to eat at his mind.

Knives scowled his patients warring thin as he waited Legato's answer. Normally the spider answered quickly to his masters will, so why was he waiting this time. Knives snarled sending a telepathic blow of anger to the young mans mind, setting him clear of his thoughts as finally a bitter voice came through, bringing a slight wave of resentment Knives could not understand,

'As you wish master.'

The mental connection was pulled away but not without the short haired Plant catching the slight jealously and distain behind it, causing annoyance and a bit of anger to rise within the Plant. How dare that vermin hold such thoughts to him, and after all he had done for the boy. Taking him in when no one else was.

What had sunk into his mind?

Knives looked as the form at his left stirred moaning at another wave of pain, his face becoming hard as he scooped up the tall form. Sitting him upon his back as he took of into a jog. He had no time to think that now, he would confront Legato later for now he had other pressing matters to attend to.

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Uh oh! Do I sense trouble brewing as these two Titans of evil meet. And what is with Legato's jealously? I guess will find out in the next chapter. Along with the first true meeting between the Priest and the gunman, Vash all coming within the next chapter as the adventure really starts to begin.

Whacky trials, and antics await our heroes, along with some sad and romantic moments on ahead so please stay tuned and if you will please review….

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