Okay, this I guess could be called my Disclaimer or something like that.
Vash The Stampede, The Planet Gunsmoke, Millions Knives, Nicholas D.
Woofwood, Meryl Stryfe, and Milly Thompson are not mine. They never will be
nor ever were. I hope you enjoy my Fan Fic.
*~* "Call you up in the middle of the night, like a firefly with out a light. You were there like a blow torch burnin, I was key that could use a little turnin. . . ." Soul Asylum-Run Away Train.
*~*
Katrina sighed, "Another long day of loading more crap on this godforsaken scrap of metal to take to a doomed planet. What's the point?" She slipped on a pair of Magno Gloves and snatched the clipboard off of it's hook on the wall.
"First we have. . ." She quickly compared the list to a nearby cargo container, "A shipment of "Organic materials." What the heck is that supposed to mean?" She shook her head and hooked the clipboard to her belt. She cracked her knuckles and slipped the large magnetic discs on her gloves in to the large indents in the side of the container. With a small grunt of effort the container floated several inches above the ground, thus enabling her to slowly glide it over to the desired position.
After several hours of snapping, gliding, and unsnapping, Katrina noticed a small container. It appeared to be no bigger than a coffin. She unhooked the clipboard from her belt and checked the shipping list. Nothing matched.
"What the hell could this be?" The she noticed a small label on the side of the "coffin". It read,
"CONTENTS UNKNOWN, WARNING, CONTENTS UNSTABLE. HANDLE WITH CAUTION!"
"Handle with caution, eh?" She pulled a switch bade out of her pocket, "Let's see how unstable the contents are then. . ." She stuck the point of the blade into the keyhole on the lock. With a quick jerk of the wrist, the lock was busted and open. She removed the blade and put it back in her pocket.
A loud hiss of escaping air erupted from the small container as the airtight seal was broken. Katrina grabbed the handle and pulled the lid off. It scraped and squealed before it finally gave way and fell to the floor.
"Oh my god!"
*~*
Meanwhile, elsewhere on Gunsmoke. . . .
Meryl sat alone at her desk. On any other day, Milly would be running around like a madwoman (which she is) trying to do the "paperwork" Meryl had assigned. No, not today. Last she had seen, Milly and Woofwood were talking in the park.
"I wonder what happened to them?" Meryl gazed out the window, hoping to see some sign of her "Client".
After that fateful incident with Knives at the oasis, Vash hadn't seemed the same. Knives either for that matter. For a while, it had seemed as though Vash had somehow convinced his brother that humanity wasn't evil, just misunderstood.
Meryl shuddered at the thought of what had happened.
Knives had convinced Vash that he no longer hated humanity, that he wanted to help. But something had snapped in that man's mind. They had stopped in the small town of February for a long over due vacation. Knives was fine until they stopped in at the bar. Something or someone he had seen had triggered some sort of psychotic episode in him and he had activated the Angle Arm.
All Meryl Remembered from that day was a massive ball of light and then total darkness. She assumed Vash had somehow managed to prevent Knives from destroying the town. Meryl had woken up unharmed and confused. Milly, Woofwood, and herself had been left unharmed and yet somehow, Vash and Knives had disappeared.
Ever since that day, Meryl hadn't heard a word about him. It was as though the brothers had dropped off the face of the planet.
*~*
END OF CHAPTER ONE
*~*
A/N: Yeah, it's a bit on the short side but, hey. It's my first Trigun Fic. R&R I need ideas for my next chapter. This was a bit of a spur of the moment. Oh, In this one, Woofwood isn't dead. He somehow lived. Don't ask me how, or why, I honestly couldn't tell ya. I'll update as often as possible. This is kind of spur of the moment so.yeah.
*~* "Call you up in the middle of the night, like a firefly with out a light. You were there like a blow torch burnin, I was key that could use a little turnin. . . ." Soul Asylum-Run Away Train.
*~*
Katrina sighed, "Another long day of loading more crap on this godforsaken scrap of metal to take to a doomed planet. What's the point?" She slipped on a pair of Magno Gloves and snatched the clipboard off of it's hook on the wall.
"First we have. . ." She quickly compared the list to a nearby cargo container, "A shipment of "Organic materials." What the heck is that supposed to mean?" She shook her head and hooked the clipboard to her belt. She cracked her knuckles and slipped the large magnetic discs on her gloves in to the large indents in the side of the container. With a small grunt of effort the container floated several inches above the ground, thus enabling her to slowly glide it over to the desired position.
After several hours of snapping, gliding, and unsnapping, Katrina noticed a small container. It appeared to be no bigger than a coffin. She unhooked the clipboard from her belt and checked the shipping list. Nothing matched.
"What the hell could this be?" The she noticed a small label on the side of the "coffin". It read,
"CONTENTS UNKNOWN, WARNING, CONTENTS UNSTABLE. HANDLE WITH CAUTION!"
"Handle with caution, eh?" She pulled a switch bade out of her pocket, "Let's see how unstable the contents are then. . ." She stuck the point of the blade into the keyhole on the lock. With a quick jerk of the wrist, the lock was busted and open. She removed the blade and put it back in her pocket.
A loud hiss of escaping air erupted from the small container as the airtight seal was broken. Katrina grabbed the handle and pulled the lid off. It scraped and squealed before it finally gave way and fell to the floor.
"Oh my god!"
*~*
Meanwhile, elsewhere on Gunsmoke. . . .
Meryl sat alone at her desk. On any other day, Milly would be running around like a madwoman (which she is) trying to do the "paperwork" Meryl had assigned. No, not today. Last she had seen, Milly and Woofwood were talking in the park.
"I wonder what happened to them?" Meryl gazed out the window, hoping to see some sign of her "Client".
After that fateful incident with Knives at the oasis, Vash hadn't seemed the same. Knives either for that matter. For a while, it had seemed as though Vash had somehow convinced his brother that humanity wasn't evil, just misunderstood.
Meryl shuddered at the thought of what had happened.
Knives had convinced Vash that he no longer hated humanity, that he wanted to help. But something had snapped in that man's mind. They had stopped in the small town of February for a long over due vacation. Knives was fine until they stopped in at the bar. Something or someone he had seen had triggered some sort of psychotic episode in him and he had activated the Angle Arm.
All Meryl Remembered from that day was a massive ball of light and then total darkness. She assumed Vash had somehow managed to prevent Knives from destroying the town. Meryl had woken up unharmed and confused. Milly, Woofwood, and herself had been left unharmed and yet somehow, Vash and Knives had disappeared.
Ever since that day, Meryl hadn't heard a word about him. It was as though the brothers had dropped off the face of the planet.
*~*
END OF CHAPTER ONE
*~*
A/N: Yeah, it's a bit on the short side but, hey. It's my first Trigun Fic. R&R I need ideas for my next chapter. This was a bit of a spur of the moment. Oh, In this one, Woofwood isn't dead. He somehow lived. Don't ask me how, or why, I honestly couldn't tell ya. I'll update as often as possible. This is kind of spur of the moment so.yeah.
