Meryl and I returned to find Knives and Milly deep in conversation. I
gritted my teeth as a watched his eyes glinting with passion, and I decided
that I was correct in my assumption. The only problem is I couldn't tell
anyone who would believe me. No one else knew Knives the way I do, so no
one else could possibly understand this type of behavior from him, either.
I sighed and leaned against the wall as Meryl walked past me and set the
box of donuts on the table in the kitchen.
"Did he give you much trouble, Ms. Meryl?" Knives asked thoughtfully, looking past Milly to me. I turned my head to look into the corner; it was collecting dust. Meryl shrugged.
"I can't really tell when he is or isn't giving me trouble anymore, Mr. Knives," she replied sarcastically. Knives laughed.
"You're funny," he responded softly, standing up. (It's a shame she has to be eliminated, isn't it Vash?) My head snapped to the front again. (I was beginning to become tolerant of her pathetic race.)
(You wouldn't dare, Knives. Not with me here.) I narrowed my eyes at him, and he smiled back.
(Wouldn't I?)
(I beat you once. I can beat you again.)
(You beat me by chance. Remember?)
(You're not going to do anything to either Meryl or Milly. Understand?)
(There's nothing you can do to prevent it, unless you are considering the option of murder.)
(Shut up!)
(I'm going to kill them, Vash, and save you from their confinement. We could be great again because I'm willing to give you a second chance. You can't save everyone. You couldn't save Rem..)
(Shut up!!)
(What makes you think you can save Meryl, if you couldn't save Rem?)
With that, I pulled my gun from its holster and fired. All I could hear was that final thought ringing through my head, but I watched both Milly and Meryl fall to the floor in panic. Knives wiped the blood that was seeping from the scratched left when my bullet grazed his cheek. The gun was shaking in my hand, but I kept it where it was.
"You're not going to hurt anyone, Knives," I growled, my eyes growing hot. He scowled at me.
"I was going to give you a chance," he whispered as he pulled Meryl to her feet. "But you ruined it for yourself. I'm sorry it had to be this way, but you leave me no choice."
Having said this, Knives pulled the black gun from his pocket and pressed it against the back of Meryl's head.
"What do you think you're doing?" she yelled at him, trying unsuccessfully to twist out of his grip. He lifted the gun slightly, and then hit it against her head with a small fraction of his strength. She fell limply into his arms, and he flung her over his shoulder. Knives pointed the gun at Milly.
"Get up!" he commanded. I stood, stunned, where I had been, my arm having automatically lowered itself. Knives looked at me angrily, and he pulled a small black ball from his other pocket.
"Enjoy," is the last word I heard before a red light flashed before my eyes and I fell heavily to the ground.
After some time had passed, apparently, I opened my eyes again and propped myself up. They were all gone, but I was still holding my gun. I looked at it.
"Damn it," I grumbled. "I hate it when I'm right."
"Did he give you much trouble, Ms. Meryl?" Knives asked thoughtfully, looking past Milly to me. I turned my head to look into the corner; it was collecting dust. Meryl shrugged.
"I can't really tell when he is or isn't giving me trouble anymore, Mr. Knives," she replied sarcastically. Knives laughed.
"You're funny," he responded softly, standing up. (It's a shame she has to be eliminated, isn't it Vash?) My head snapped to the front again. (I was beginning to become tolerant of her pathetic race.)
(You wouldn't dare, Knives. Not with me here.) I narrowed my eyes at him, and he smiled back.
(Wouldn't I?)
(I beat you once. I can beat you again.)
(You beat me by chance. Remember?)
(You're not going to do anything to either Meryl or Milly. Understand?)
(There's nothing you can do to prevent it, unless you are considering the option of murder.)
(Shut up!)
(I'm going to kill them, Vash, and save you from their confinement. We could be great again because I'm willing to give you a second chance. You can't save everyone. You couldn't save Rem..)
(Shut up!!)
(What makes you think you can save Meryl, if you couldn't save Rem?)
With that, I pulled my gun from its holster and fired. All I could hear was that final thought ringing through my head, but I watched both Milly and Meryl fall to the floor in panic. Knives wiped the blood that was seeping from the scratched left when my bullet grazed his cheek. The gun was shaking in my hand, but I kept it where it was.
"You're not going to hurt anyone, Knives," I growled, my eyes growing hot. He scowled at me.
"I was going to give you a chance," he whispered as he pulled Meryl to her feet. "But you ruined it for yourself. I'm sorry it had to be this way, but you leave me no choice."
Having said this, Knives pulled the black gun from his pocket and pressed it against the back of Meryl's head.
"What do you think you're doing?" she yelled at him, trying unsuccessfully to twist out of his grip. He lifted the gun slightly, and then hit it against her head with a small fraction of his strength. She fell limply into his arms, and he flung her over his shoulder. Knives pointed the gun at Milly.
"Get up!" he commanded. I stood, stunned, where I had been, my arm having automatically lowered itself. Knives looked at me angrily, and he pulled a small black ball from his other pocket.
"Enjoy," is the last word I heard before a red light flashed before my eyes and I fell heavily to the ground.
After some time had passed, apparently, I opened my eyes again and propped myself up. They were all gone, but I was still holding my gun. I looked at it.
"Damn it," I grumbled. "I hate it when I'm right."
