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Chapter four - Compression for a time being
Six weeks later.
A group of people began walking following a scientist- a long white corridor with open windows showing the outside of the desert, it was a peasant day and even though all the windows were letting in a cool breeze, the air conditioning was on as well. The scientist came to a stop at a door; it was sliver with a red triangle on it with the words in bold.
Danger, high restricted area. Cold time compression in process. Cold gear is required. No flash photography allowed, keep away from specimen.
The scientist turned towards the group of reporters and handed them all a long dull yellow coat, it was thick and padded.
"Okay, please put these on everyone and make sure that you all have done them up properly. Also, please do not breathe heavily, it could result in hypothermia." The scientist opened the door with a card key and went in followed closely by the reporters.
The room was dark and circular there was a tall column of ice surrounded by lights.
"Whoa, look at this place," exclaimed one reporter. "Yeah, no wonder they keep it a secret, we're the only outsiders allowed in this place." Said another and flipped out a notebook to begin taking sketches.
What was in front of them was Vash the Stampede. Still wearing the jet- black trench coat, eyes closed with his arms crossed over his waist. Frozen in an ice glass column held by metal that had been wielded into the ice; with wires streaming out of it leading to a computer where another man in a long white lab coat was stationed.
"As you know, Vash the Stampede is extremely dangerous and I advice you all to keep you distance, we had some unexpected things happening in the last week, he nearly broke out of the chamber, isn't that right Professor Million?" Said the scientist.
The man that was working on the computer turned around, despite he had a lab coat on you wouldn't give him the name 'professor' he was wearing black sunglasses and had headphones around his neck with the base of some music blearing out. Knives walked up to the group and lowered his sunglasses.
"Huh? What'ya said Gordon? I can't hear ya with all of this computer buzzing around me, and who are these guys?" Knives asked. Gordon sighed and took his Walkman off him.
"Hey, I was listening to Offspring man, give it back!" he yelled.
"Not until you explain to the reporters on the Typhoon." He said.
Knives grunted, ".Tch. Fine, Okay."
Gordon nodded and left the room. Some of the reporters were getting restless. And was Eager to get some questions answered.
"Right," Knives said clapping his hands to get the paparazzie's attention. "Who wants to go first?"
One of them put their hand up. "Yeah, me. Are those really wings sticking at the back there?" he asked.
He was right; sticking out of the back of Vash's cold body was a pair of skeleton wings, no flesh. Just bone.
"Ah, yes. It's not really biologically real; they are wires connected to moniter his heart beat, blood rate, breathing and so on."
"Yeah, here's one. Is it true that he not a human?"
Knives gave a deep breath. "Yes, he is not human. He is in fact.a plant being."
All the reporters stood there, shocked.
"He is a superior plant that means no harm but was provoked into destroying July and it kinda went on from there."
He looked at the computer and pushed his glasses up with his middle finger.
"However, we are researching on how to stop him at this faze right now." He commented.
"Wait, how do you know about this?" another said while others where getting all this information that could be worth billions- sixty double dollar billion in fact.
"It is because, I am his brother. It was my fault that the city of July got destroyed but it was my brother: Vash. That pulled the final trigger and closed Pandora's box that I. Myself had opened along time ago."
They all nodded their heads in unison.
"And now, I think it's best that you all left. You'll probably get frostbite if you stay longer." He stated. They all agreed and began to make their way out but one stopped to look at Knives, he had bright red hair and looked like the age of 17.
"Hey, professor. How old were you when the destruction of July happened?"
Knives smiled with he cold eyes behind the sunglasses to protect him from the dully-lit room where he worked with the computers.
"I was a hundred and twenty-three, I'm now going on to fifty." He said coolly. The boy understood.
"I promise I won't tell the public about the plants and all that, I'll tell the others about it as well. I think us humans and you Plant beings should get along and maybe the destruction of July could be the end of this mad war." He said leaving.
Knives chuckled to himself and stared at his brother placing a hand on the ice with his black leather gloves.
".Maybe your right" he whispered.
And for a moment, he thought he saw Vash's eye twitched to replying.
Yeah, it was a short one, I was gonna make it part of chapter three but it took too long. Gimmie reviews please!
Chapter four - Compression for a time being
Six weeks later.
A group of people began walking following a scientist- a long white corridor with open windows showing the outside of the desert, it was a peasant day and even though all the windows were letting in a cool breeze, the air conditioning was on as well. The scientist came to a stop at a door; it was sliver with a red triangle on it with the words in bold.
Danger, high restricted area. Cold time compression in process. Cold gear is required. No flash photography allowed, keep away from specimen.
The scientist turned towards the group of reporters and handed them all a long dull yellow coat, it was thick and padded.
"Okay, please put these on everyone and make sure that you all have done them up properly. Also, please do not breathe heavily, it could result in hypothermia." The scientist opened the door with a card key and went in followed closely by the reporters.
The room was dark and circular there was a tall column of ice surrounded by lights.
"Whoa, look at this place," exclaimed one reporter. "Yeah, no wonder they keep it a secret, we're the only outsiders allowed in this place." Said another and flipped out a notebook to begin taking sketches.
What was in front of them was Vash the Stampede. Still wearing the jet- black trench coat, eyes closed with his arms crossed over his waist. Frozen in an ice glass column held by metal that had been wielded into the ice; with wires streaming out of it leading to a computer where another man in a long white lab coat was stationed.
"As you know, Vash the Stampede is extremely dangerous and I advice you all to keep you distance, we had some unexpected things happening in the last week, he nearly broke out of the chamber, isn't that right Professor Million?" Said the scientist.
The man that was working on the computer turned around, despite he had a lab coat on you wouldn't give him the name 'professor' he was wearing black sunglasses and had headphones around his neck with the base of some music blearing out. Knives walked up to the group and lowered his sunglasses.
"Huh? What'ya said Gordon? I can't hear ya with all of this computer buzzing around me, and who are these guys?" Knives asked. Gordon sighed and took his Walkman off him.
"Hey, I was listening to Offspring man, give it back!" he yelled.
"Not until you explain to the reporters on the Typhoon." He said.
Knives grunted, ".Tch. Fine, Okay."
Gordon nodded and left the room. Some of the reporters were getting restless. And was Eager to get some questions answered.
"Right," Knives said clapping his hands to get the paparazzie's attention. "Who wants to go first?"
One of them put their hand up. "Yeah, me. Are those really wings sticking at the back there?" he asked.
He was right; sticking out of the back of Vash's cold body was a pair of skeleton wings, no flesh. Just bone.
"Ah, yes. It's not really biologically real; they are wires connected to moniter his heart beat, blood rate, breathing and so on."
"Yeah, here's one. Is it true that he not a human?"
Knives gave a deep breath. "Yes, he is not human. He is in fact.a plant being."
All the reporters stood there, shocked.
"He is a superior plant that means no harm but was provoked into destroying July and it kinda went on from there."
He looked at the computer and pushed his glasses up with his middle finger.
"However, we are researching on how to stop him at this faze right now." He commented.
"Wait, how do you know about this?" another said while others where getting all this information that could be worth billions- sixty double dollar billion in fact.
"It is because, I am his brother. It was my fault that the city of July got destroyed but it was my brother: Vash. That pulled the final trigger and closed Pandora's box that I. Myself had opened along time ago."
They all nodded their heads in unison.
"And now, I think it's best that you all left. You'll probably get frostbite if you stay longer." He stated. They all agreed and began to make their way out but one stopped to look at Knives, he had bright red hair and looked like the age of 17.
"Hey, professor. How old were you when the destruction of July happened?"
Knives smiled with he cold eyes behind the sunglasses to protect him from the dully-lit room where he worked with the computers.
"I was a hundred and twenty-three, I'm now going on to fifty." He said coolly. The boy understood.
"I promise I won't tell the public about the plants and all that, I'll tell the others about it as well. I think us humans and you Plant beings should get along and maybe the destruction of July could be the end of this mad war." He said leaving.
Knives chuckled to himself and stared at his brother placing a hand on the ice with his black leather gloves.
".Maybe your right" he whispered.
And for a moment, he thought he saw Vash's eye twitched to replying.
Yeah, it was a short one, I was gonna make it part of chapter three but it took too long. Gimmie reviews please!
