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Four months earlier, City of Inepril
"Wanna come with me for a drink?" asked Sight, even though she knew the answer.
"What kind of a question is that?" Psych replied, sitting on the hotel bed and
stitching a long rip in her trench coat, "You know I don't drink," she said through the needle
and cigarette in her mouth.
"I know that, never understood why, but I knew it," said Sight, sounding a little
disappointed, "But a person can't always go drinkin' alone, it just ain't right. C'mon, you
don't have to drink then, I'll drink your share."
Psych sighed, "Fine, let's go. I'm leaving the moment you make a fool of yourself."
"What? Right away?"
"Shaddup."
A few minutes later they entered the smoky bar down the street from their hotel room.
Psych sat down on the barstool next to Sight.
"What'll you two ladies have?" asked the bartender, leaning against the bar and
polishing a glass.
"Lemme get a whole bottle of whiskey for myself, and a ginger ale for my non-alcoholic
friend here," replied Sight, tossing some $$ on the counter.
The bartender's eyes widened, "A whole bottle, eh? That's some pretty strong shit. You
sure you wouldn't prefer a beer or something."
"Look pal," said Sight, slamming the palm of her hand down on the counter, "I don't
tell you how to do your job, and you don't tell me how to kill people. Now get me damn drunk."
The bartender laughed and shrugged, "Suit yourself ma'am." He set the bottle of
whiskey in front of Sight who eagerly grabbed it and took a gulp. He winced as he watched her
swallow the fiery liquid with what appeared to be no problem at all.
Psych took a sip of her own drink and watched Sight go to town on her numerous ones.
She instinctively reached into her coat pocket, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Glancing
across the bar and saw a man staring at her intently. He had the creepiest amber eyes she had
ever seen. At first, she tried to ignore it, but Psych is the last person on Gunsmoke to take
anyone else's crap.
"Hey, you see something you like or what?" Psych asked, staring really hard back at
the man, "I really don't take to people looking at me all crazy."
The man lowered his eyes to the sandwich before him, took a bite and then returned to
staring at her.
"Did you just hear what I said freak?" Psych continued, "Quit fuckin' lookin' at me. I
don't want any trouble."
The man's mouth curved into an evil grin, "I know who you are."
"What?"
"I know you... Psychout the Ricochet," he said in a low voice.
Psych scanned the room for her friend, but Sight was busy making an ass of herself on
the opposite side of the room, the alcohol obviously having some play in that. She started
harassing the few guys in the room playing pool.
"Ayyyy, buy a lady a drink?" she slurred, hanging on their shoulders, "You guys are the
best."
"How the hell do you know me?" Psych stood up and made her way to where he was seated,
"I want an answer."
He turned to look up at her, his strange eyes glowing eerily in the dimly lit bar, "I
knew your brother," he whispered slowly, deliberately.
"You knew Psydshot? How? When?" she demanded.
"He died quite dishonorably," the man continued, "I've never encountered a human who
cried and begged for his life so much before his demise. He suffered a great deal before he was
finally killed."
A flame sparked in Psych's usually calm, violet eyes, "Are you saying that you killed
him?" she growled dangerously.
The man started to laugh, "Tell me, are you really that much of a hypocrite? Why does
the death of one pitiful human matter to you when you kill hundreds of innocent others for your
own selfish amusement? Does your friend over there have any idea of your true past? Who you
really are? Because...I know."
"Don't fuckin' threaten me. I asked you a goddamn question," she hissed, ignoring what
he said, "Did you kill my brother or not?"
The man remained silent for a moment, a smile creeping onto his face, "No," he said
finally.
"Then we ain't got a problem," Psych said, turning away from him, "I don't know how
you found out who I am, but you'd best keep what you know to yourdamnself. I won't hesitate to
shoot you. What's your name, stranger? I want to remember it just in case I have to kill you one
day."
The man chuckled again, "Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dream of saying anything. Your
past will catch up with you one of these days, with or without my assistance. And I doubt you
could even scratch me, let alone kill me. Not that it'll even matter, but my name is Legato...
Legato Bluesummers."
Psych got even angrier, if that was possible. She thought about calling Sight, but
decided that since this Legato character seemed to know so much about her that she wasn't going
to bother. Instead of starting a brawl in the bar (that's what Sight was here for) she stalked
away.
"Hey, Psycho, where ya goin'? C'mon, the party's just getting started!" Sight slurred.
Psych turned to look at her friend, who had a beer glass balanced miraculously on her
head. "I'm goin' to my room. I've had enough for now. I'll catch ya later."
"Hey, why you gotta be like that?" Sight called after her. "Sorry guys, I gotta go."
She followed Psych out of the bar. Psych was going in the opposite direction of the hotel where
they were staying, so Sight got more suspicious.
A few blocks later, Psych finally stopped to sit on a rock just outside of town. She
started smoking. She had a lot of things on her mind and just wanted to be alone for a while.
"So, I see you followed me anyways," Psych said as Sight came up behind her.
"Of course, we're partners. Do you expect me to just sit around and let you brood over
some shit that you prolly can't control?"
"Dammit, Sightblinder, some of things are just none of your damn business, and this is
one of them. Just leave me the fuck alone!"
"What in the fuck has gotten into you?" Sight blew up. "Was it that guy in the bar?
Was he sayin' some shit? Cuz if he was, I'll..."
Psych didn't reply. She only brought her cigarette to her mouth to take another drag,
but Sight stepped up to her and slapped it out of her hand.
"Will you fuckin' listen to me?" Sight shouted, as Psych looked from the cigarette to
Sight and back again.
"You never were smart. Never," Psych said, and pushed Sight down.
"Are you INSANE??" Sight said, as she scrambled to her feet. Much to her surprise,
Psych pulled herguns out and aimed them into the air.
"I should have killed you from the start," Psych said, getting ready to squeeze the
trigger. "You are nothing but a fucked up little orphan trying to play cowboy. Maybe that
mistress of yours should have knocked some more sense into your stupid ass!"
Sight almost laughed. "You know," she said, pulling her glasses off and glaring at
Psych with her different colored eyes, "I never thought you'd try to kill me. I thought you
might ditch me, but not kill me. Anyways, if this is the way you want it..." Sight unsheathed
her gun and aimed it at Psych. "I guess I don't mind dying, as long as I take your ol' traitorous
ass with me!"
The man known as Legato stood above the two feuding women on a nearby cliff. He
chuckled, "Oh, how sad that humans are so easy to control. How pathetic."
Psych fought for control. ::What the hell is wrong with me?:: She felt her mouth
moving, and heard the words coming out, but she wasn't making it do that. Then she felt her hand
raise and aim at Sight. ::I don't aim::
"What the hell you doin'? You can't hit the broadside of a barn, even at this range.
Don't point that thing at me."
CRACK!! "OWWWWWWWWWWWW, you shot me, you shot me, you son of a bitch!" Sight pulled the
trigger on her own weapon, ignoring the shooting pain the kickback caused in her injured left
shoulder.
Psych doubled over, blood pouring from the wound in her side. While she was hunched
over, Psych pulled a hidden dagger from her coat and whipped it at Sight. It hit the other woman
right under her collarbone, causing Sight to drop her weapon and launch herself at Psych. They
started to fight, dragging each other down to the ground. Sight punched Psych as hard as she
could in her injured side. Psych kicked the dagger farther in, breaking the hilt with her steel
boots. Sight immediately blacked out, and Psych was too weak from blood loss to do much about
it. She collapsed a few seconds later.
"Call the doctor! They're waking up!"
"Already? I thought that they'd be out for a long time."
"They're lucky we found them when we did. The one with the green hair had lost a lot
of blood. The other one's shoulder was in terrible shape."
"Who are they? They're armed."
"I have no idea, we'd best be on guard when they fully awaken though. They might be
dangerous."
"Good idea."
"The green haired one is moving. Hey, can you hear me? Are you alright?"
Psych opened her eyes. Everything was blurry. She squinted against the bright light
above her. Her mouth was so dry and her stomach, well, it hurt like hell, "W-where am I? Sight...
Where's Sight?"
"She's in the bed next to you," replied a male voice, "You're in a hospital. You were
shot. Do you know who you are?"
"Y-yes."
"Good. Nurse, get some clean bandages and tell the cook that we'll be expecting two
more for dinner," he ordered.
"Of course Doctor," came the response.
Psych turned her head to the side and saw Sight next to her, both shoulders heavily
bandages. ::What the hell happened?::
"What's your name?" he asked.
Psych sat up, but immediately regretted it when there was a sharp pain in her stomach.
"Whoa, whoa," the doctor said, pushing her back down, "I'm afraid you can't sit up
yet. You'll rip the stitches."
Psych nodded and laid her head back against her pillow, "My name's Psy---I mean,
Virginia," she lied, "How long have we been here?"
"Well, Virginia, for about three days," he explained, "We found you and your friend
near the edge of town. You both were in pretty bad shape."
Sight started to stir, "What the fuck-OW!" She tried to sit up, not noticing her
bandages, "Where in the hell am I and why do I hurt?! Sonofa--"
"Calm down," cried the Doctor, moving beside her bed, "You're in a hospital. Try not
to move too much, you'll hurt your shoulders even more."
Sight saw Psych staring at her, a grin on her face, "Good mornin' sunshine."
Sight immediately looked for her guns, "You traitor! I thought for sure I had finished
you. You're gonna die when I find my guns!"
Psych looked confused, "What in the hell are you talkin' 'bout? Traitor?"
"Don't play dumb with me, you bitch," said Sight, glaring, "You shot me! Then stabbed
me!"
"What? I did? When?" Psych questioned, "I'd never..." She looked at her hands, "I
couldn't have... Could I?"
Sight looked even more confused than Psych, "I still can't believe you did it. I
thought we were friends."
"Sight, I swear to God that I don't remember a thing that happened after I left the
bar," said Psych, looking at Sight, her eyes full of tears, "I don't understand... Wait! I
remember a voice."
"So?" said Sight, a frown on her face.
"It was controlling me," Psych said, "I-I know that it sounds far fetched, but it made
me say things that I'd never say and do things that I'd never do. I couldn't control my body."
"You did aim directly at me," muttered Sight, starting to grudgingly give in.
"See! That proves it wasn't me," Psych exclaimed happily, "I actually hit you! That
would have never happened if I had been myself!"
It took months before Sight could trust Psych like she used to. The incident was never
truly forgotten, no matter how much they said it was in the past or waved it off as a simple
misunderstanding. Psych suspected the blue-haired man called Legato. Eyes like his just couldn't
be trusted. Of course Sight called Psych crazy for assuming that a simple man could've done all
that, but Psych wasn't so sure.
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Four months earlier, City of Inepril
"Wanna come with me for a drink?" asked Sight, even though she knew the answer.
"What kind of a question is that?" Psych replied, sitting on the hotel bed and
stitching a long rip in her trench coat, "You know I don't drink," she said through the needle
and cigarette in her mouth.
"I know that, never understood why, but I knew it," said Sight, sounding a little
disappointed, "But a person can't always go drinkin' alone, it just ain't right. C'mon, you
don't have to drink then, I'll drink your share."
Psych sighed, "Fine, let's go. I'm leaving the moment you make a fool of yourself."
"What? Right away?"
"Shaddup."
A few minutes later they entered the smoky bar down the street from their hotel room.
Psych sat down on the barstool next to Sight.
"What'll you two ladies have?" asked the bartender, leaning against the bar and
polishing a glass.
"Lemme get a whole bottle of whiskey for myself, and a ginger ale for my non-alcoholic
friend here," replied Sight, tossing some $$ on the counter.
The bartender's eyes widened, "A whole bottle, eh? That's some pretty strong shit. You
sure you wouldn't prefer a beer or something."
"Look pal," said Sight, slamming the palm of her hand down on the counter, "I don't
tell you how to do your job, and you don't tell me how to kill people. Now get me damn drunk."
The bartender laughed and shrugged, "Suit yourself ma'am." He set the bottle of
whiskey in front of Sight who eagerly grabbed it and took a gulp. He winced as he watched her
swallow the fiery liquid with what appeared to be no problem at all.
Psych took a sip of her own drink and watched Sight go to town on her numerous ones.
She instinctively reached into her coat pocket, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Glancing
across the bar and saw a man staring at her intently. He had the creepiest amber eyes she had
ever seen. At first, she tried to ignore it, but Psych is the last person on Gunsmoke to take
anyone else's crap.
"Hey, you see something you like or what?" Psych asked, staring really hard back at
the man, "I really don't take to people looking at me all crazy."
The man lowered his eyes to the sandwich before him, took a bite and then returned to
staring at her.
"Did you just hear what I said freak?" Psych continued, "Quit fuckin' lookin' at me. I
don't want any trouble."
The man's mouth curved into an evil grin, "I know who you are."
"What?"
"I know you... Psychout the Ricochet," he said in a low voice.
Psych scanned the room for her friend, but Sight was busy making an ass of herself on
the opposite side of the room, the alcohol obviously having some play in that. She started
harassing the few guys in the room playing pool.
"Ayyyy, buy a lady a drink?" she slurred, hanging on their shoulders, "You guys are the
best."
"How the hell do you know me?" Psych stood up and made her way to where he was seated,
"I want an answer."
He turned to look up at her, his strange eyes glowing eerily in the dimly lit bar, "I
knew your brother," he whispered slowly, deliberately.
"You knew Psydshot? How? When?" she demanded.
"He died quite dishonorably," the man continued, "I've never encountered a human who
cried and begged for his life so much before his demise. He suffered a great deal before he was
finally killed."
A flame sparked in Psych's usually calm, violet eyes, "Are you saying that you killed
him?" she growled dangerously.
The man started to laugh, "Tell me, are you really that much of a hypocrite? Why does
the death of one pitiful human matter to you when you kill hundreds of innocent others for your
own selfish amusement? Does your friend over there have any idea of your true past? Who you
really are? Because...I know."
"Don't fuckin' threaten me. I asked you a goddamn question," she hissed, ignoring what
he said, "Did you kill my brother or not?"
The man remained silent for a moment, a smile creeping onto his face, "No," he said
finally.
"Then we ain't got a problem," Psych said, turning away from him, "I don't know how
you found out who I am, but you'd best keep what you know to yourdamnself. I won't hesitate to
shoot you. What's your name, stranger? I want to remember it just in case I have to kill you one
day."
The man chuckled again, "Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dream of saying anything. Your
past will catch up with you one of these days, with or without my assistance. And I doubt you
could even scratch me, let alone kill me. Not that it'll even matter, but my name is Legato...
Legato Bluesummers."
Psych got even angrier, if that was possible. She thought about calling Sight, but
decided that since this Legato character seemed to know so much about her that she wasn't going
to bother. Instead of starting a brawl in the bar (that's what Sight was here for) she stalked
away.
"Hey, Psycho, where ya goin'? C'mon, the party's just getting started!" Sight slurred.
Psych turned to look at her friend, who had a beer glass balanced miraculously on her
head. "I'm goin' to my room. I've had enough for now. I'll catch ya later."
"Hey, why you gotta be like that?" Sight called after her. "Sorry guys, I gotta go."
She followed Psych out of the bar. Psych was going in the opposite direction of the hotel where
they were staying, so Sight got more suspicious.
A few blocks later, Psych finally stopped to sit on a rock just outside of town. She
started smoking. She had a lot of things on her mind and just wanted to be alone for a while.
"So, I see you followed me anyways," Psych said as Sight came up behind her.
"Of course, we're partners. Do you expect me to just sit around and let you brood over
some shit that you prolly can't control?"
"Dammit, Sightblinder, some of things are just none of your damn business, and this is
one of them. Just leave me the fuck alone!"
"What in the fuck has gotten into you?" Sight blew up. "Was it that guy in the bar?
Was he sayin' some shit? Cuz if he was, I'll..."
Psych didn't reply. She only brought her cigarette to her mouth to take another drag,
but Sight stepped up to her and slapped it out of her hand.
"Will you fuckin' listen to me?" Sight shouted, as Psych looked from the cigarette to
Sight and back again.
"You never were smart. Never," Psych said, and pushed Sight down.
"Are you INSANE??" Sight said, as she scrambled to her feet. Much to her surprise,
Psych pulled herguns out and aimed them into the air.
"I should have killed you from the start," Psych said, getting ready to squeeze the
trigger. "You are nothing but a fucked up little orphan trying to play cowboy. Maybe that
mistress of yours should have knocked some more sense into your stupid ass!"
Sight almost laughed. "You know," she said, pulling her glasses off and glaring at
Psych with her different colored eyes, "I never thought you'd try to kill me. I thought you
might ditch me, but not kill me. Anyways, if this is the way you want it..." Sight unsheathed
her gun and aimed it at Psych. "I guess I don't mind dying, as long as I take your ol' traitorous
ass with me!"
The man known as Legato stood above the two feuding women on a nearby cliff. He
chuckled, "Oh, how sad that humans are so easy to control. How pathetic."
Psych fought for control. ::What the hell is wrong with me?:: She felt her mouth
moving, and heard the words coming out, but she wasn't making it do that. Then she felt her hand
raise and aim at Sight. ::I don't aim::
"What the hell you doin'? You can't hit the broadside of a barn, even at this range.
Don't point that thing at me."
CRACK!! "OWWWWWWWWWWWW, you shot me, you shot me, you son of a bitch!" Sight pulled the
trigger on her own weapon, ignoring the shooting pain the kickback caused in her injured left
shoulder.
Psych doubled over, blood pouring from the wound in her side. While she was hunched
over, Psych pulled a hidden dagger from her coat and whipped it at Sight. It hit the other woman
right under her collarbone, causing Sight to drop her weapon and launch herself at Psych. They
started to fight, dragging each other down to the ground. Sight punched Psych as hard as she
could in her injured side. Psych kicked the dagger farther in, breaking the hilt with her steel
boots. Sight immediately blacked out, and Psych was too weak from blood loss to do much about
it. She collapsed a few seconds later.
"Call the doctor! They're waking up!"
"Already? I thought that they'd be out for a long time."
"They're lucky we found them when we did. The one with the green hair had lost a lot
of blood. The other one's shoulder was in terrible shape."
"Who are they? They're armed."
"I have no idea, we'd best be on guard when they fully awaken though. They might be
dangerous."
"Good idea."
"The green haired one is moving. Hey, can you hear me? Are you alright?"
Psych opened her eyes. Everything was blurry. She squinted against the bright light
above her. Her mouth was so dry and her stomach, well, it hurt like hell, "W-where am I? Sight...
Where's Sight?"
"She's in the bed next to you," replied a male voice, "You're in a hospital. You were
shot. Do you know who you are?"
"Y-yes."
"Good. Nurse, get some clean bandages and tell the cook that we'll be expecting two
more for dinner," he ordered.
"Of course Doctor," came the response.
Psych turned her head to the side and saw Sight next to her, both shoulders heavily
bandages. ::What the hell happened?::
"What's your name?" he asked.
Psych sat up, but immediately regretted it when there was a sharp pain in her stomach.
"Whoa, whoa," the doctor said, pushing her back down, "I'm afraid you can't sit up
yet. You'll rip the stitches."
Psych nodded and laid her head back against her pillow, "My name's Psy---I mean,
Virginia," she lied, "How long have we been here?"
"Well, Virginia, for about three days," he explained, "We found you and your friend
near the edge of town. You both were in pretty bad shape."
Sight started to stir, "What the fuck-OW!" She tried to sit up, not noticing her
bandages, "Where in the hell am I and why do I hurt?! Sonofa--"
"Calm down," cried the Doctor, moving beside her bed, "You're in a hospital. Try not
to move too much, you'll hurt your shoulders even more."
Sight saw Psych staring at her, a grin on her face, "Good mornin' sunshine."
Sight immediately looked for her guns, "You traitor! I thought for sure I had finished
you. You're gonna die when I find my guns!"
Psych looked confused, "What in the hell are you talkin' 'bout? Traitor?"
"Don't play dumb with me, you bitch," said Sight, glaring, "You shot me! Then stabbed
me!"
"What? I did? When?" Psych questioned, "I'd never..." She looked at her hands, "I
couldn't have... Could I?"
Sight looked even more confused than Psych, "I still can't believe you did it. I
thought we were friends."
"Sight, I swear to God that I don't remember a thing that happened after I left the
bar," said Psych, looking at Sight, her eyes full of tears, "I don't understand... Wait! I
remember a voice."
"So?" said Sight, a frown on her face.
"It was controlling me," Psych said, "I-I know that it sounds far fetched, but it made
me say things that I'd never say and do things that I'd never do. I couldn't control my body."
"You did aim directly at me," muttered Sight, starting to grudgingly give in.
"See! That proves it wasn't me," Psych exclaimed happily, "I actually hit you! That
would have never happened if I had been myself!"
It took months before Sight could trust Psych like she used to. The incident was never
truly forgotten, no matter how much they said it was in the past or waved it off as a simple
misunderstanding. Psych suspected the blue-haired man called Legato. Eyes like his just couldn't
be trusted. Of course Sight called Psych crazy for assuming that a simple man could've done all
that, but Psych wasn't so sure.