DISCLAIMER: The only thing I own of Trigun is a few of the DVDs. Certainly
not Trigun itself!
Chapter Fifteen: Bandits
They had been traveling for three days without a hitch. They would walk all day, stopping only for a quick 45-minute lunch break, and made camp when the first sun went down. During that time, they would eat a small dinner and rest up. Thankfully, Millie didn't have any more nightmares about Wolfwood and Skylar wasn't being as obnoxious as she usually was. But that changed all too quickly.
It was the evening of the fourth day and the first sun would be setting any minute. It had been hotter than usual, causing Knives to sweat under the strain of all the luggage. More than once, Millie had offered to carry everything, but every time she only got a glare in response.
The two were so pre-occupied with their own thoughts that they never heard the many footsteps behind them.
Knives heard Millie squeal and turned to see a gang holding her, a gun to her temple. She looked ready to cry and Knives tapped her mind quickly, finding that she was afraid that Knives would leave her to these bandits. Stupid woman. She should know better! He dropped the stuff and started towards the men. Someone shot at him and he dodged the bullet easily.
"Let her go," he growled. The man holding her smiled and pressed the gun harder against her temple. She gave a small, scared whimper but stayed put, her eyes gazing pleadingly at Knives. He stopped in front of the man and placed his hand just above his concealed gun.
"Let her go!" He repeated, letting his rage show.
"And what happens if we don't?" The gunman said in an annoying scratchy voice.
"Then I'm afraid you must all die," he said, insanely calm.
"No! Knives~san please don't!" Millie cried. She nearly screamed when the gun was forced harder against her head. She couldn't take much more of this. She felt like she was going to pass out at any minute.
"You're not going to do this the easy way, are you?" Knives asked coolly.
"Heh. Do thomases fly?" The man croaked. Knives narrowed his eyes as h evaluated the situation. He had to approach this situation carefully. If he made any move to attack, that filthy human could, and probably would, shoot the girl in the head. Of course, he could just walk away from it all and leave the girl to the bandit gang. He firmly pushed the thought to the back of his mind. He wouldn't do that to her.
"Why do you want her?" he asked.
"We weren't given details. We were just told to grab the girl," one of the men answered.
"And you would follow such vague instructions?" Knives was appalled.
"We're being paid well for this and that's all that matters," someone said. Knives' eyes narrowed further until they were angry slits.
"You would harm, possibly kill your own kind for something as petty as money? What filth! What a bunch of greedy parasites," he hissed, anger lacing his words.
"Knives~san," Millie said quietly. Angrily, the gunman pressed the gun against Millie's head as hard as he could and fired. She was suddenly thrown into a blanket of darkness.
"Boss! The Master specifically asked that we bring her back alive!" One of the bandits called to the gunman. He was silenced when Knives' gun pointed in his direction.
"You wanna be next? But I promise I won't be as lenient on you," he sneered. The man made a confused sound and looked closely at his boss.
He was still holding the big woman, though she appeared to be dead. After a second, he concluded that she was merely unconscious, for there was no bullet wound and she was still breathing. He looked at the ground in front of him and saw his boss' gun. So. That blond bastard had shot the gun out of his hand before he could kill the girl. That man was slick. They didn't stand a chance against him.
"Gimme the girl. Now!" The boss pushed the unconscious girl away from him and Knives caught her effortlessly.
"Now leave, while I'm still feeling generous enough to let you keep your miserable existence." The boss glared but the men retreated.
Quickly, Knives pulled out the bedding and laid the girl down on it. He sighed. The faster they got to Meryl's, the better.
~ Heh. I can't seem to keep Millie out of trouble, huh? ^_^; Well, at least she's still alive…Oh yeah! And I want to give a big THANK YOU (and hug) to Akima The Stampede Maxwel, Lynda-chan, and Souls Dawn. You three have been my biggest encouragement to keep this fic going (along with reviewing my other fics!) I love you guys!
Chapter Fifteen: Bandits
They had been traveling for three days without a hitch. They would walk all day, stopping only for a quick 45-minute lunch break, and made camp when the first sun went down. During that time, they would eat a small dinner and rest up. Thankfully, Millie didn't have any more nightmares about Wolfwood and Skylar wasn't being as obnoxious as she usually was. But that changed all too quickly.
It was the evening of the fourth day and the first sun would be setting any minute. It had been hotter than usual, causing Knives to sweat under the strain of all the luggage. More than once, Millie had offered to carry everything, but every time she only got a glare in response.
The two were so pre-occupied with their own thoughts that they never heard the many footsteps behind them.
Knives heard Millie squeal and turned to see a gang holding her, a gun to her temple. She looked ready to cry and Knives tapped her mind quickly, finding that she was afraid that Knives would leave her to these bandits. Stupid woman. She should know better! He dropped the stuff and started towards the men. Someone shot at him and he dodged the bullet easily.
"Let her go," he growled. The man holding her smiled and pressed the gun harder against her temple. She gave a small, scared whimper but stayed put, her eyes gazing pleadingly at Knives. He stopped in front of the man and placed his hand just above his concealed gun.
"Let her go!" He repeated, letting his rage show.
"And what happens if we don't?" The gunman said in an annoying scratchy voice.
"Then I'm afraid you must all die," he said, insanely calm.
"No! Knives~san please don't!" Millie cried. She nearly screamed when the gun was forced harder against her head. She couldn't take much more of this. She felt like she was going to pass out at any minute.
"You're not going to do this the easy way, are you?" Knives asked coolly.
"Heh. Do thomases fly?" The man croaked. Knives narrowed his eyes as h evaluated the situation. He had to approach this situation carefully. If he made any move to attack, that filthy human could, and probably would, shoot the girl in the head. Of course, he could just walk away from it all and leave the girl to the bandit gang. He firmly pushed the thought to the back of his mind. He wouldn't do that to her.
"Why do you want her?" he asked.
"We weren't given details. We were just told to grab the girl," one of the men answered.
"And you would follow such vague instructions?" Knives was appalled.
"We're being paid well for this and that's all that matters," someone said. Knives' eyes narrowed further until they were angry slits.
"You would harm, possibly kill your own kind for something as petty as money? What filth! What a bunch of greedy parasites," he hissed, anger lacing his words.
"Knives~san," Millie said quietly. Angrily, the gunman pressed the gun against Millie's head as hard as he could and fired. She was suddenly thrown into a blanket of darkness.
"Boss! The Master specifically asked that we bring her back alive!" One of the bandits called to the gunman. He was silenced when Knives' gun pointed in his direction.
"You wanna be next? But I promise I won't be as lenient on you," he sneered. The man made a confused sound and looked closely at his boss.
He was still holding the big woman, though she appeared to be dead. After a second, he concluded that she was merely unconscious, for there was no bullet wound and she was still breathing. He looked at the ground in front of him and saw his boss' gun. So. That blond bastard had shot the gun out of his hand before he could kill the girl. That man was slick. They didn't stand a chance against him.
"Gimme the girl. Now!" The boss pushed the unconscious girl away from him and Knives caught her effortlessly.
"Now leave, while I'm still feeling generous enough to let you keep your miserable existence." The boss glared but the men retreated.
Quickly, Knives pulled out the bedding and laid the girl down on it. He sighed. The faster they got to Meryl's, the better.
~ Heh. I can't seem to keep Millie out of trouble, huh? ^_^; Well, at least she's still alive…Oh yeah! And I want to give a big THANK YOU (and hug) to Akima The Stampede Maxwel, Lynda-chan, and Souls Dawn. You three have been my biggest encouragement to keep this fic going (along with reviewing my other fics!) I love you guys!