Foiled!
Meryl's heart pounded as though bordering on the edge of implosion; a bowel-twisting, gut-wrenching fear gripped her as she raced through the rooms of the cabin; she could hear the clicking and whirring of blades and other horrible devices as clearly as if she were wielding them herself.
At length she found herself cowering in the closet, absolutely at the mercy of her brother-in-law... and she knew then, with a sinking desperate feeling, that there would be none.
The door was jarred from its hinges. In its place stood Millions Knives, with about as many of the aforementioned weapons sprouting from his arms like daisies in a field.
The comparison may have been laughable, but the look in his eyes wasn't.
"Ready to die, human?" Knives asked, a cruel smirk playing about the edge of his lips. His Angel Blades bristled, as if in anticipation of the kill.
Meryl squeezed her eyes shut. Vash, everyone... I'm sorry...
"Bad Knives!" a voice boomed from above, and Millie Thompson suddenly descended through a hole in the ceiling, wearing her PJ's and looking for all the world like a disgruntled angel. She held a curled-up newspaper in her left hand and a pint of ice cream in her right.
"We do not endanger the life of Mister Vash's love interest, y'hear – ? I said, DO YOU HEAR ME?" she repeated, for Knives was eying her gigantic frame with an expression that suggested absolute shock. "I'm going to have to punish you!"
And with that, she turned Knives over her knee and began to spank him.
No more attempts were made on Meryl's life.