A Passing Dream Part Two
"Because, Vash...I am the spider who was killed. Vash...the anger you had with Knives brought me back..." A sick glimmer crossed over Cradles eyes as they shook with on coming tears...her half opened mouth presented Vash's eyes to a rather sharp incisor, which was nothing he had ever seen before... "What are you talking about? You're not making any sense!" Vash said, picking up her shoulders slamming her back down against the ground.
"Vash! Get away from her!" Rem's voice was heard, and obeyed.Vash, Knives and Rem sat in the hallway against the walls. Rem held the boys close to her as they all watched Cradle lift from the ground as if something had grasped her by the chest pulling her straight up. The girls arms hung limply at their sides but soon stiffened up, letting her hands twitch and crack. The skin on her fingers began to tear open at the hilt, and then blood paraded down the cracking skin into pools on the metal floor.
The three watching could not move from fear, at least not until they saw Cradles neck snap her head up quickly, her eyes wide, and furious. Blood filled the girl's eyes around her irises and clouded over them until all that was left was the looming pupil. Her skin became snow white, and her lips grew thin and dry; only to crack open and bleed too.
"Rem says red means courage....blood is read and you are all COWERING!!!!" Cradle screeched at them. Her body floating still inches from the ground. Vash still had his eyes, not being able to peal them away. Knives had skittered off, only to return with a laser gun tucked away in his pants, he knew he would have to use it to protect them.
"Knives..." Cradles voice was gentle...she sounded JUST like Rem, besides the fact that the "s" at the end of his name was drawn out like the hissing of a snake. Knives then backed up as Cradle ran her blood stained cheek over her brothers. Making him deride in disgust, he pushed her away, but when he drew his hands back, he was holding pieces of Cradle's flesh in his hands. He looked up seeing the blood flow from her meat-exposed shoulders and suddenly felt sick to his stomach...All Cradle was doing was laughing...cold and low, like it was someone else who was laughing for her.
The light from the hallway made her eyes look sunken and hollow, along with her mouth, the only real way Knives could tell his sister had anything in her mouth besides a tongue was from a glint of light that shimmered along one of her sharpened incisor.
"Cradle! What is going on!?" Rem screamed, tears streaming down her face, the same with Vash. Cradle tilted her head back and then cracked her neck, turning around fully to face Rem. A flash of bright, almost blinding light appeared as an older, girl stood in Cradle's place. A clean, unwounded hand rested upon Rem's cheek, and then soft unchapped lips pressed against her own.
The older woman stepped back from Rem, a demonic feel to her slanted eyes. The woman tilted her head upward, looking at Rem. "Cradle...?" Knives was dumbstruck, Vash who had not seen yet, peeked his head from behind Rem's left breast to look at his brother. Who then soon followed his gaze up to Cradle.
"Vash...I hope I didn't shock you too bad..." She turned to Knives. "C'mere..." Knives hesitated and walked over to her slowly, as she lifted her arms from her side, being dressed now in what Vash would inevitably call his trademark. Along with what Knives would wear for his usual attire. She then knelt down and wrapped a pair of lanky arms around the shoulders of the young boy, now like Rem more then ever. She whispered to him.
"You will become a great man someday...you will become more powerful then you will ever dream. You will meet a man in a white coat with blue hair...he is the leader of a gang..." Knives wondered why she was telling him this now...he never planned to associate himself with a gang of any sort. Vash narrowed his eyes at Cradle.
"Cradle...why is it that you came to us as a child...and not as you are now?"
"Because my master, Legato Bluesummers ordered me." Cradle said with a soft smirk. " I am nothing but a mere vision, an image from a prophecy..." Vash then walked over to her, and tugged on the jacket in which she wore. She looked down at him, tears falling from her eyes....
"Vash..." She knelt down, reaching to hug him, but he got to her first. Those tiny arms wrapping as best as they could around her shoulders. "Do you have any good news for me, sissy?" Cradles eyes opened wide slightly, only to be shut once again tightly...the thought racing through her mind. "He...called me sissy...a family term...finally...a family.." Her arms wrapped around the young spiky haired boy more. "Sure..." she pulled him from the hug and looked into his eyes. "You will one day become the first humanoid disaster...you will destroy a town and send so many people into a spiral of unemployment."
Vash looked sad hearing that, and shook his head. "Why is it that my future is so bad...and Knives only meets a guy...and a gang." "Because Vash, you are not the one who ate the apple, you are not the one who went astray." Cradle closed her eyes and looked away from him for a moment, her teeth clenched as she cried a bit more. "You are the twin who had the vision..." "Vision?! Wh-- you mean the dream?" Cradle nodded, and she felt Knives wrap his arms around her shoulders from behind, and then Rem joined the group hug.
Then the three, Rem Knives and Vash where brought together in their own hug, and stayed like that while Cradle faded away from sight.
"Huh...." Vash then woke with a start, his face sweating his whole self shaking. in his arms was a teddy bear. With platinum fur, and purple button eyes. Along the heart was stitched the words: "A passing dream."
Vash then woke up his brother...who looked at him like he was crazy while he told Knives about the dream. "You want to go tell Rem?" "No...Best not to let her worry...It was only a passing dream" Vash said aloud as he read it across the heart of the teddy bear. He then hugged his brother and walked back to his bed. When he was just about to fall asleep he felt something crawl into the bed next to him. He looked over his shoulder seeing the face of the girl in his dream. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Go to sleep little one, and remember, I will always love you." "I know." Vash then turned, and pulled the blanket up over him, and closed his eyes.
:::A LONG TIME LATER, JUST OUT SIDE OF MAY CITY::
A black haired man stood on a mesa, resting his weight against a large cross wrapped in a white cloth which was kept on by black belts. A cigarette in the priests mouth, the filter was fine but near the end it was all wavy and crumpled. He was wearing a pair of black sunglasses over his gray-blue eyes. He was looking over the top of the sunglasses over to a very tall, lanky man with spiked blonde hair, adorned in a red duster. The man in the red muttered something that would be taken on the wind. "I will always remember you...and Rem." The priest yelled to him..."C'mon Stampede..." And slung the large cross over his shoulder. "We've got a way to go." The man in the red walked over to the priest. "Wolfwood...have you ever had a dream, which seemed so real, that when you woke up you were crying?" "Nope, can't say that I have.why you ever have a dream like that?" As the man in red, and the man in black walked down the mesa to the city below, the man in red told the cross toting man his ever passing dream....
"Because, Vash...I am the spider who was killed. Vash...the anger you had with Knives brought me back..." A sick glimmer crossed over Cradles eyes as they shook with on coming tears...her half opened mouth presented Vash's eyes to a rather sharp incisor, which was nothing he had ever seen before... "What are you talking about? You're not making any sense!" Vash said, picking up her shoulders slamming her back down against the ground.
"Vash! Get away from her!" Rem's voice was heard, and obeyed.Vash, Knives and Rem sat in the hallway against the walls. Rem held the boys close to her as they all watched Cradle lift from the ground as if something had grasped her by the chest pulling her straight up. The girls arms hung limply at their sides but soon stiffened up, letting her hands twitch and crack. The skin on her fingers began to tear open at the hilt, and then blood paraded down the cracking skin into pools on the metal floor.
The three watching could not move from fear, at least not until they saw Cradles neck snap her head up quickly, her eyes wide, and furious. Blood filled the girl's eyes around her irises and clouded over them until all that was left was the looming pupil. Her skin became snow white, and her lips grew thin and dry; only to crack open and bleed too.
"Rem says red means courage....blood is read and you are all COWERING!!!!" Cradle screeched at them. Her body floating still inches from the ground. Vash still had his eyes, not being able to peal them away. Knives had skittered off, only to return with a laser gun tucked away in his pants, he knew he would have to use it to protect them.
"Knives..." Cradles voice was gentle...she sounded JUST like Rem, besides the fact that the "s" at the end of his name was drawn out like the hissing of a snake. Knives then backed up as Cradle ran her blood stained cheek over her brothers. Making him deride in disgust, he pushed her away, but when he drew his hands back, he was holding pieces of Cradle's flesh in his hands. He looked up seeing the blood flow from her meat-exposed shoulders and suddenly felt sick to his stomach...All Cradle was doing was laughing...cold and low, like it was someone else who was laughing for her.
The light from the hallway made her eyes look sunken and hollow, along with her mouth, the only real way Knives could tell his sister had anything in her mouth besides a tongue was from a glint of light that shimmered along one of her sharpened incisor.
"Cradle! What is going on!?" Rem screamed, tears streaming down her face, the same with Vash. Cradle tilted her head back and then cracked her neck, turning around fully to face Rem. A flash of bright, almost blinding light appeared as an older, girl stood in Cradle's place. A clean, unwounded hand rested upon Rem's cheek, and then soft unchapped lips pressed against her own.
The older woman stepped back from Rem, a demonic feel to her slanted eyes. The woman tilted her head upward, looking at Rem. "Cradle...?" Knives was dumbstruck, Vash who had not seen yet, peeked his head from behind Rem's left breast to look at his brother. Who then soon followed his gaze up to Cradle.
"Vash...I hope I didn't shock you too bad..." She turned to Knives. "C'mere..." Knives hesitated and walked over to her slowly, as she lifted her arms from her side, being dressed now in what Vash would inevitably call his trademark. Along with what Knives would wear for his usual attire. She then knelt down and wrapped a pair of lanky arms around the shoulders of the young boy, now like Rem more then ever. She whispered to him.
"You will become a great man someday...you will become more powerful then you will ever dream. You will meet a man in a white coat with blue hair...he is the leader of a gang..." Knives wondered why she was telling him this now...he never planned to associate himself with a gang of any sort. Vash narrowed his eyes at Cradle.
"Cradle...why is it that you came to us as a child...and not as you are now?"
"Because my master, Legato Bluesummers ordered me." Cradle said with a soft smirk. " I am nothing but a mere vision, an image from a prophecy..." Vash then walked over to her, and tugged on the jacket in which she wore. She looked down at him, tears falling from her eyes....
"Vash..." She knelt down, reaching to hug him, but he got to her first. Those tiny arms wrapping as best as they could around her shoulders. "Do you have any good news for me, sissy?" Cradles eyes opened wide slightly, only to be shut once again tightly...the thought racing through her mind. "He...called me sissy...a family term...finally...a family.." Her arms wrapped around the young spiky haired boy more. "Sure..." she pulled him from the hug and looked into his eyes. "You will one day become the first humanoid disaster...you will destroy a town and send so many people into a spiral of unemployment."
Vash looked sad hearing that, and shook his head. "Why is it that my future is so bad...and Knives only meets a guy...and a gang." "Because Vash, you are not the one who ate the apple, you are not the one who went astray." Cradle closed her eyes and looked away from him for a moment, her teeth clenched as she cried a bit more. "You are the twin who had the vision..." "Vision?! Wh-- you mean the dream?" Cradle nodded, and she felt Knives wrap his arms around her shoulders from behind, and then Rem joined the group hug.
Then the three, Rem Knives and Vash where brought together in their own hug, and stayed like that while Cradle faded away from sight.
"Huh...." Vash then woke with a start, his face sweating his whole self shaking. in his arms was a teddy bear. With platinum fur, and purple button eyes. Along the heart was stitched the words: "A passing dream."
Vash then woke up his brother...who looked at him like he was crazy while he told Knives about the dream. "You want to go tell Rem?" "No...Best not to let her worry...It was only a passing dream" Vash said aloud as he read it across the heart of the teddy bear. He then hugged his brother and walked back to his bed. When he was just about to fall asleep he felt something crawl into the bed next to him. He looked over his shoulder seeing the face of the girl in his dream. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Go to sleep little one, and remember, I will always love you." "I know." Vash then turned, and pulled the blanket up over him, and closed his eyes.
:::A LONG TIME LATER, JUST OUT SIDE OF MAY CITY::
A black haired man stood on a mesa, resting his weight against a large cross wrapped in a white cloth which was kept on by black belts. A cigarette in the priests mouth, the filter was fine but near the end it was all wavy and crumpled. He was wearing a pair of black sunglasses over his gray-blue eyes. He was looking over the top of the sunglasses over to a very tall, lanky man with spiked blonde hair, adorned in a red duster. The man in the red muttered something that would be taken on the wind. "I will always remember you...and Rem." The priest yelled to him..."C'mon Stampede..." And slung the large cross over his shoulder. "We've got a way to go." The man in the red walked over to the priest. "Wolfwood...have you ever had a dream, which seemed so real, that when you woke up you were crying?" "Nope, can't say that I have.why you ever have a dream like that?" As the man in red, and the man in black walked down the mesa to the city below, the man in red told the cross toting man his ever passing dream....