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Humanoid Typhoon

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Chapter 2: The Red Coated Stranger

For the second time, she opened her eyes to find she had a pounding head. It was not until she tried to sit up ad discovered her hands and legs bound that he remembered, foggily, what had happened. Still not over the effects of being in stasis, panic easily gripped her and took control.

The first woman to awake from stasis slowly opened her eyes and looked around at their surroundings. She was aching all over and couldn't seem to get the voices of the surrounding minds out of her head. She took in the sight of the lantern lit bar around them and squinted at the windows. It was daytime, no doubt about it, but it was dim perhaps a cloudy day. She looked at the people around them and tried to stand. The two women were tied down to chairs, and a group of men were sitting at tables near them.

The first woman looked to her companion, and suddenly wished she had a basement to hide in. Her companion's hair was beginning to float and she had a glazed-over look in her eyes.

The panicking woman's body began to shake. She was almost completely lost in her fear when something, or rather someone, burst in though the door of the bar. Startled back to reality, both women blinked.

It was a tall, blond haired stranger in a red coat. He looked around the room with a completely bewildered and idiotic expression before bounding up to the two bound women, "Hello there, what are you two doing here?"

The two women stared at the blonde stranger and blinked. They winced slight as they heard a booming voice coming from the table with the men that had captured them.

"YOU! What are you doing, don't talk to those girls! They're ours!" A large man wearing an oversized cowboy outfit stepped up, and lifted his rifle into the air first pointing it at Vash then slinging it over his shoulder. A group of rather scrawnier looking men with large guns leapt up and pointed guns at the blonde man and yelled 'YEAH' in unison.

Vash sweat dropped and raised his hands, "Now, now, I was just..." a gunshot at his feet interrupted whatever excuse he was making. Both women winced and struggled to free their hands and cover their ears.

Seeing this, Vash tried again, "Wait don't-" Another gunshot. The other bandits followed the example of their leader and opened fire. Vash the Stampede danced around dodging their shots in the most reckless of manners. Deciding he had to stop this before someone, like him, got hurt, Vash grabbed the edge of the nearest wooden table and stood it up as a barrier.

The bandit leader laughed, "That won't help you," The shooting intensified. Suddenly, the table now full of holes flew at them and the gang scattered. The table fell back onto the bandit gang's leader, the large man in the cowboy outfit looked even more angry than before, and fired his gun up into the air as he pushed the table off himself.

"GET HIM!" He screamed and the gang moved in on Vash.

The two women watched the fighting and blinked as they saw the man dodging bullets and random punches in their defense...or his - whichever.

The bandit gang pounced on Vash from all angles and he let out a rather girlish scream as they wrapped a rope around him and tossed him at the boss. Vash gulped as he looked up and smiled nicely, "I don't suppose we could just call this a mistake?"

"Yeah, its a mistake...Your mistake." The bandit leader kicked Vash and he rolled over near the chairs with the two women in them. He and his men proceeded to discuss how they were going to take care of this 'clown.'

Vash blinked before turning a warm smile to the women next to him, "Sorry about that. How did you two end up here, anyway?" He received no response as the girls seemingly stared at each other. One of them occasionally glanced at him. "Hey, Mr. Bandit,"  Vash called to the boss.

The gangster looked up and growled, "What?"

"Umm..." Vash began, "I need to go to the bathroom,"

"..." The leader stared at him for a minute, and turned back to the huddled group of bandits. They whispered to one another and eventually a guy was shoved out of their ranks and walked over to Vash.

"Okay...but don't try anything funny!" The random bandit yelled and dragged Vash out back by the rope he was tied with.

The two women stared, then shared a look that seemed to scream 'What the hell...?'

A few minutes passed before sounds of a struggle emanated from the back room. After a moment, Vash emerged, rubbing his wrists. "Sorry bout that," he called back to the room where, everyone presumed, the bandit lay unconscious.

"What the fuck!" one of the gangsters cried out.

The two women shared yet another look, and silently wondered if that man could read thoughts. They shook off that thought as they watched the fighting start. Vash was jumping on tables, flipped around, and dodged bullets. Every time Vash hit a man, he would be left unconscious and Vash would call back an apology as he fought the next. It was rather remarkable to watch one skinny blond man defeat a gang of bandits...but these bandits weren't the most intelligent people in the world.

"Why you little…" The bandit gang leader yelled as he discharged a few rounds at Vash who danced around and looked rather silly.

Suddenly the shooting stopped and Vash turned around to find the situation worsen tenfold. Instead of pointing at him, the gun was aimed at the two women sitting near the wall. They both looked frightened but the one on left looked close to hysteria.

His playfulness completely dissolving, Vash said, "Leave them out of this,"

The bandit laughed, "Oh yea? Watcha gonna do?"

The man barely had time to think before Vash's position changed from across the room to a foot in front of him. "WHAT THE-" his gun went flying. Before the metallic object fell to the floor, the Bandit leader was on the ground unconscious and Vash was freeing the women.

Both had trouble figuring out exactly what happened, as he was untying them the second who had been so close to hysteria moments before pushed out of the chair air if it was on fire. The first, however, simply sat there still rather dazed from the remnants of the drugs and the lost blood as Vash untied her. The majority of their memory had returned by now, and they were in full control of their motor functions. The second woman looked at Vash for a moment before yelling at him.

"What the hell did you think you were doing, playing around like that," she hissed, "I've never seen such an idiot before in my life! Why the hell didn't you beat them all from the start you bastard?!" It started as a hiss and ended as a full out yell.

Vash was a bit taken aback by her outburst. Through his surprise however, he saw her fatigue and general state, "Hey, you should calm down..."

"Calm down!? Don't you tell me to calm down you idiot! It's your goddamn fault I'm upset, you-" she never finished the sentence. Her anger my have had a limitless supply, but her battered body could not keep up. Her eyes fluttered closed as she fell like a puppet with cut strings. Instinctively, Vash caught her.

"Forgive her..." The first woman spoke up in a rather soft voice. "She gets angry rather easily...and today has been hard on the both of us." She stood up, and used the chair to balance herself. She smiled at Vash and took in a deep breath. "Thank you for helping us..." She said just as her body gave out and her mind fell to darkness. There was a soft thud as she hit the ground.

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