*is sitting in her swivel chair "singing" to self while staring at space*
I do not own Trigun, but I wish I did....*realizes the people are here and
are looking at her* *blink blink* eh-hehe....hello!! As you probably just
heard me singing, I....don't...own....Trigun....unfortunately. The only
thing of Trigun I do own are-*goes to count*- THREE DVDs. Wow....*watches
sarcasm meter explode and sweatdrops* Oh well, we can't have it all. What I
DO own-besides the DVDs- is this fic and the charrys that aren't from
Trigun originally. Oh and thank you to the people who reveiwed. I LOVE
YOU!!...not really. ^^() Please keep up the reviews. I just LOVE reveiws!
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Chapter 2: Breaking News/ In Town
It was late night when Dr. Locheski was awoken by some of the guards from the science facility. Dr. Locheski was a chubby man for his height and age. He has gray, thinning hair that he doesn't even try to comb over. His spectacles lay on his nose in front of his dark-colored eyes. For it being so late in the evening, he was wearing a bathrobe over his pajamas.
He yawned as he walked over to the door. Who could be here at this time of night. Dr. Locheski stopped in front of the door to open it to see the night shift leader there, along with two guards. He blinked in surprise. "What can I do for you gentlemen?"
The guards helped themselves into the doctor's home. "We are here because your experiment escaped."
Dr. Locheski's brow furrowed. "You don't mean the genetic prototype IDed as 5201?"
The leader nodded. "Yes, sir. It escaped about a good hour ago. 5201 took the Type A-2 all-terrain motorcycle, some food, and about $$2,500 from the vault."
The doctor slowly turned toward the leader with a slight look of shock. "The money we can replace, and the food, but the motorcycle will be the hardest to replace. And we can't destroy it."
"Why not, sir," one of the leader's compainions asked.
"Because that motorcycle is made out of a special metal alloy that is indestructable," Dr. Locheski explained. "The only thing you can destroy are the tires."
"Oh," the guard said.
"Sir," the leader stepped forward to speak. "I suggest that we get Captain Logan Exsony and get some men to do a search of some of the nearby town. The more people searching, the more faster we can it."
Dr. Locheski nodded in agreement, then ordered. "Send word to the printer's of the closest towns of this and have a bounty of $$100 billion for it and the motorcycle. Alive and in one peice, its important to us."
The leader of the trio nodded. "Yes, sir."
*****
Meryl Stryfe sat at the table with the paper in her hand. She had her close friend and partner, Milly Thompson, to her left, and the notorious outlaw known as Vash the Stampede to her right. The news was always depressing, some new death or a runaway. The best part of the paper were of course the funnies, but Vash had them in his hands, chuckling over something funny that he just read.
Meryl took a sip of her coffee before turning the page to see something very interesting. She read through it quickly before speaking up.
"Hey, look at this you guys." She set the paper down on the table, showing them what she just read. Then started to read aloud. " 'Last night, a genetic experiment escaped from the Gunsmoke Science Facility taking with it a motorcycle and $$2,500 in cash. It is considered dangerous and now has a bounty of $$100 billion for it alive and for the motorcycle. It is described as being very tall and having long, brown hair.' "
Vash was surprised at the price of the bounty. "Woah! That's a lot of money. They must want it back pretty badly for that price. Especailly since its higher than MY bounty."
"Yeah, and it didn't do any harm to anyone," Milly stated while she finished reading the article over Meryl's shoulder.
"Well, I suggest that don't get in the middle of this and let the proper authorities handle this," Meryl suggested and she took another sip of her coffee.
Vash sighed as he took a gulp out of his mug of coffee. "Now you're being no fun, Meryl."
"Plus, you wouldn't be helping the situation any by getting in the way, Vash."
He sighed again as he muttered something about Meryl still being no fun and he returned his attention to the funnies that he was reading earlier.
*****
5201 reached the next closest town, figuring that the facility would have people searching for her in some of the closer towns, by daybreak and quickly searched for a body shop. Finding one, she stopped in front of the shop and knocked on the door. A moment later, an older gentleman wearing a pair of dirty overalls answered the door. He was much shorter than she was and his hair was slightly greasy and mussed up.
"May I help you missy," the man scanned her up and down as he asked the question. His voice deep and leaning towards the raspy side.
"Yes," she stated cooly, ignoring the fact that the man was checking her out. "Do you do paint jobs on motorcycles?"
The man nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
5201 gestured to the motorcycle behind her. "I want that to be painted jet black by morning, can you handle that?"
"Hmm....jet black? Sure, no problem."
She nodded. "I'll be back in the morning to pick it up, I'll pay then also."
As soon as she saw the man nod again, she turned, grabbed her pack from the motorcycle and started to walk down the street. She looked around until she found a clothing store and she entered. The saleslady here was, yet again, shorter than her, but was thin and had shoulder length blonde hair. The saleslady's smile seemed to brightened the room up a bit.
"May I help you?" Her voice was light and cheery, just like her face and looks.
5201 shook her head slightly. "No, I'm just.....looking."
The saleslady nodded her head slightly. "I'll just be at the counter if you have any questions."
She nodded slightly to the lady and the lady turned away and went behind the counter. 5201 sighed and walked in the opposite direction, readjusting the shoulder strap on her pack onto her shoulder more. She walked down the aisles at the various clothing selections avaiable to her. Her eyes scanned over everything until she saw a black sleeveless unitard. Nearby, 5201 saw a black trench coat. She smiled to herself. Black goes well with the darkness, making it easy to slip away into the night, she thought. She found the biggest sizes that could fit her and paid for them. She also saw some other items that she would possibly need, like a hair brush and hair ties. The last item she picked up was a pair of black gloves.
As 5201 paid for her items, she could see that the lady was trying not to stare at her hands, since they were missing nails that humans would normally have them. The lady smiled again and pretended that she was just seeing things, such as people not having any fingernails, as 5201 left the store.
She stood in the street for a moment. Hmmm....what's next? 5201 scanned the nearby stores until she saw two in a row that she knew she had to go: a boot store and a gun shop. 5201 entered the boot store first and got a pair of boots to replace the shoes that she got from the facility.
In the gun shop, there was guns all along the walls. All of them of varying shades of gray, from black to silver. She casually walked over to a part of the wall that had many Long Colts. She started to examine one when the storekeeper appeared out of nowhere.
"Now that's a good peice of equiptment there, missy."
The storekeeper speaking made her jump slightly. But she quickly recovered. "What kind is it?"
The storekeeper picked up a silver gun with a black handle. "This is a .45 Long Colt Magnum Peacemaker. Powerful peice of work, very handy too."
She nodded before looking back at the Long Colts again. 5201 saw a .45 Long Colt Magnum. The storekeeper apparently followed her gaze because he stated, "Now that .45 Long Colt Magnum is rumored to be the type of gun that the outlaw Vash the Stampede uses. But most of those are rumors."
She nodded before turning her attention back to the storekeeper. "Is there any place where I can practice and see how well this gun shoots?"
"Why, of course, missy. Just follow me."
The storekeeper headed towards the back with the Peacemaker in his hand. He grabbed some bullets before exiting through a door to reveal a shooting lane. The storekeeper loaded up the gun and handed her it.
"Give it a whirl, missy."
5201 raised the gun and took careful aim before shooting it. She shot the gun a few times before being satisfied with its power.
"I like it," she stated plainly. "I'll take it."
The storekeeper grinned and they both went back into the store so 5201 can purchase the gun, a holster and ammunition.
After leaving the gun shop satisfied, she spotted an inn. I wouldn't mind getting out of these clothes before I handle the last of my business. She walked over to the inn and quickly made sure that her ears were covered by her hair that came out of her braid last night before entering. 5201 carried her pack and her newly bought clothing over to the bar to ask if there was a room available. The barkeep gave her the key to her room, hesitating a moment when he saw her hands.
In her room, she got out of the clothing that she wore when she escaped and entered the shower that was attached to her room. When she came out, 5201 toweled herself off and studied herself. In her mind, she was comparing her appearance to that of "normal" humans. She sighed. It was humans that made me this way, but not these humans that I am interacting with. They only look at me like I'm a freak, which I am, unfortunately.
5201 changed into her new outfit and boots before leaving again, taking the clothes that she had with her with her to throw them away.
*****
Meryl and Vash looked up at the door as a tall woman walked in. Her hair was as long as Milly's, maybe longer, but was knoted and tangled while part of it was still pulled back. She carried a few bags and a pack on her back. Vash didn't think that Meryl noticed, but the woman's eyes were much different than human eyes. They looked more cat-like than what they should.
"Well, that's interesting to see someone come in for a room at this time of day, normally people are checking out," Meryl stated.
Vash watched the woman interact with the barkeep and noticed her slight discomfort when the barkeep hesitated on giving her the key because of what her hand looked like. "Something's different about her."
Meryl rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed. "What? She just looks like a normal woman to me."
Vash stayed quiet, he didn't want to talk about his suspisions, especially since he feels that this one might be right.
After a while, he sat up as she came back down, wearing all black. Her trenchcoat was buttoned up, but what he saw of her legs was that she was wearing black tights of some sort. This time, her hair was pulled back into a braid and yet it still covered her ears. In her hand was obviously the clothing that she wore when she first entered the inn. Her hands were now covered by a pair of black gloves. He watched her walk across the room and exit the inn. Hmm...maybe there is something quite different about her.
*****
5201 threw the clothing that she wore when she first got here into the closest trash can. She walked down the street some until she spotted the last destination for the time being, a tatoo parlor.
Maybe they will know how to get rid of tatoos without surgury, she thought as she stepped onto the porch of the parlor and entered. Inside, she found a fairly muscular man that was covered in tatoos and a small, yet tough looking woman that had tatoos in various places.
The man walked up to her and offered her his hand to shake, looking up at her to see her face. "Good morning, ma'am. How may I be of service?"
She gave the man a gloved hand and shook it. His grip was firm and strong as she matched it as to not to hurt him or he hurt her. Then she unconsciously scratched her cheek for only a second. "Yes, I was wondering if you know anyway to get rid of tatoos, besides surgury."
"Of course, I get a few of those people who want to get rid of an old tatoo and I sell them a special gel that will soak into the skin and get rid all the ink that has imbedded itself in the skin from over the years," he explained. Then called out, "Hey, Tootsie! Get this young lady here a bottle of the removal gel."
Tootsie quickly nodded and went into the back room. She came back out with a white bottle and walked over to her and the man.
"You just put that on the tatoo once a day, and be sure to cover it also," the man explained. Then added, "Hey, what's up with your eyes?"
5201 was looking at the gel when she looked up. "Huh?"
"Your eyes," the man stated. "They are cool and cat-like."
"Oh," she said, surprise. "Umm...I have...contacts that make them that way." 5201 noticed a sunglass rack and picked up a pair of blue-tinted sunglasses. "I'll get these also."
She paid for her gel and sunglasses and then left the parlor, putting on her new pair of sunglases and went back to the inn. At the inn, she sat in her room and put the gel on her shoulder the best she could and then covered it with a bandage she found in the bathroom. She made a mental note to go to a general store and pick up bandages and such before leaving.
5201 yawned and revealed fanged teeth that were the easiest to keep hidden. Oi, maybe I should get some sleep, it'll do me some good.
She laid herself on her bed in her unitard, curled into a ball and fell fast asleep, purring like a little kitten would.
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There you go, chapter 2. I know it was long and probably boring, but in some ways important. And I did tell you that the Trigun characters were going to appear in this chapter. R&R!!
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Chapter 2: Breaking News/ In Town
It was late night when Dr. Locheski was awoken by some of the guards from the science facility. Dr. Locheski was a chubby man for his height and age. He has gray, thinning hair that he doesn't even try to comb over. His spectacles lay on his nose in front of his dark-colored eyes. For it being so late in the evening, he was wearing a bathrobe over his pajamas.
He yawned as he walked over to the door. Who could be here at this time of night. Dr. Locheski stopped in front of the door to open it to see the night shift leader there, along with two guards. He blinked in surprise. "What can I do for you gentlemen?"
The guards helped themselves into the doctor's home. "We are here because your experiment escaped."
Dr. Locheski's brow furrowed. "You don't mean the genetic prototype IDed as 5201?"
The leader nodded. "Yes, sir. It escaped about a good hour ago. 5201 took the Type A-2 all-terrain motorcycle, some food, and about $$2,500 from the vault."
The doctor slowly turned toward the leader with a slight look of shock. "The money we can replace, and the food, but the motorcycle will be the hardest to replace. And we can't destroy it."
"Why not, sir," one of the leader's compainions asked.
"Because that motorcycle is made out of a special metal alloy that is indestructable," Dr. Locheski explained. "The only thing you can destroy are the tires."
"Oh," the guard said.
"Sir," the leader stepped forward to speak. "I suggest that we get Captain Logan Exsony and get some men to do a search of some of the nearby town. The more people searching, the more faster we can it."
Dr. Locheski nodded in agreement, then ordered. "Send word to the printer's of the closest towns of this and have a bounty of $$100 billion for it and the motorcycle. Alive and in one peice, its important to us."
The leader of the trio nodded. "Yes, sir."
*****
Meryl Stryfe sat at the table with the paper in her hand. She had her close friend and partner, Milly Thompson, to her left, and the notorious outlaw known as Vash the Stampede to her right. The news was always depressing, some new death or a runaway. The best part of the paper were of course the funnies, but Vash had them in his hands, chuckling over something funny that he just read.
Meryl took a sip of her coffee before turning the page to see something very interesting. She read through it quickly before speaking up.
"Hey, look at this you guys." She set the paper down on the table, showing them what she just read. Then started to read aloud. " 'Last night, a genetic experiment escaped from the Gunsmoke Science Facility taking with it a motorcycle and $$2,500 in cash. It is considered dangerous and now has a bounty of $$100 billion for it alive and for the motorcycle. It is described as being very tall and having long, brown hair.' "
Vash was surprised at the price of the bounty. "Woah! That's a lot of money. They must want it back pretty badly for that price. Especailly since its higher than MY bounty."
"Yeah, and it didn't do any harm to anyone," Milly stated while she finished reading the article over Meryl's shoulder.
"Well, I suggest that don't get in the middle of this and let the proper authorities handle this," Meryl suggested and she took another sip of her coffee.
Vash sighed as he took a gulp out of his mug of coffee. "Now you're being no fun, Meryl."
"Plus, you wouldn't be helping the situation any by getting in the way, Vash."
He sighed again as he muttered something about Meryl still being no fun and he returned his attention to the funnies that he was reading earlier.
*****
5201 reached the next closest town, figuring that the facility would have people searching for her in some of the closer towns, by daybreak and quickly searched for a body shop. Finding one, she stopped in front of the shop and knocked on the door. A moment later, an older gentleman wearing a pair of dirty overalls answered the door. He was much shorter than she was and his hair was slightly greasy and mussed up.
"May I help you missy," the man scanned her up and down as he asked the question. His voice deep and leaning towards the raspy side.
"Yes," she stated cooly, ignoring the fact that the man was checking her out. "Do you do paint jobs on motorcycles?"
The man nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
5201 gestured to the motorcycle behind her. "I want that to be painted jet black by morning, can you handle that?"
"Hmm....jet black? Sure, no problem."
She nodded. "I'll be back in the morning to pick it up, I'll pay then also."
As soon as she saw the man nod again, she turned, grabbed her pack from the motorcycle and started to walk down the street. She looked around until she found a clothing store and she entered. The saleslady here was, yet again, shorter than her, but was thin and had shoulder length blonde hair. The saleslady's smile seemed to brightened the room up a bit.
"May I help you?" Her voice was light and cheery, just like her face and looks.
5201 shook her head slightly. "No, I'm just.....looking."
The saleslady nodded her head slightly. "I'll just be at the counter if you have any questions."
She nodded slightly to the lady and the lady turned away and went behind the counter. 5201 sighed and walked in the opposite direction, readjusting the shoulder strap on her pack onto her shoulder more. She walked down the aisles at the various clothing selections avaiable to her. Her eyes scanned over everything until she saw a black sleeveless unitard. Nearby, 5201 saw a black trench coat. She smiled to herself. Black goes well with the darkness, making it easy to slip away into the night, she thought. She found the biggest sizes that could fit her and paid for them. She also saw some other items that she would possibly need, like a hair brush and hair ties. The last item she picked up was a pair of black gloves.
As 5201 paid for her items, she could see that the lady was trying not to stare at her hands, since they were missing nails that humans would normally have them. The lady smiled again and pretended that she was just seeing things, such as people not having any fingernails, as 5201 left the store.
She stood in the street for a moment. Hmmm....what's next? 5201 scanned the nearby stores until she saw two in a row that she knew she had to go: a boot store and a gun shop. 5201 entered the boot store first and got a pair of boots to replace the shoes that she got from the facility.
In the gun shop, there was guns all along the walls. All of them of varying shades of gray, from black to silver. She casually walked over to a part of the wall that had many Long Colts. She started to examine one when the storekeeper appeared out of nowhere.
"Now that's a good peice of equiptment there, missy."
The storekeeper speaking made her jump slightly. But she quickly recovered. "What kind is it?"
The storekeeper picked up a silver gun with a black handle. "This is a .45 Long Colt Magnum Peacemaker. Powerful peice of work, very handy too."
She nodded before looking back at the Long Colts again. 5201 saw a .45 Long Colt Magnum. The storekeeper apparently followed her gaze because he stated, "Now that .45 Long Colt Magnum is rumored to be the type of gun that the outlaw Vash the Stampede uses. But most of those are rumors."
She nodded before turning her attention back to the storekeeper. "Is there any place where I can practice and see how well this gun shoots?"
"Why, of course, missy. Just follow me."
The storekeeper headed towards the back with the Peacemaker in his hand. He grabbed some bullets before exiting through a door to reveal a shooting lane. The storekeeper loaded up the gun and handed her it.
"Give it a whirl, missy."
5201 raised the gun and took careful aim before shooting it. She shot the gun a few times before being satisfied with its power.
"I like it," she stated plainly. "I'll take it."
The storekeeper grinned and they both went back into the store so 5201 can purchase the gun, a holster and ammunition.
After leaving the gun shop satisfied, she spotted an inn. I wouldn't mind getting out of these clothes before I handle the last of my business. She walked over to the inn and quickly made sure that her ears were covered by her hair that came out of her braid last night before entering. 5201 carried her pack and her newly bought clothing over to the bar to ask if there was a room available. The barkeep gave her the key to her room, hesitating a moment when he saw her hands.
In her room, she got out of the clothing that she wore when she escaped and entered the shower that was attached to her room. When she came out, 5201 toweled herself off and studied herself. In her mind, she was comparing her appearance to that of "normal" humans. She sighed. It was humans that made me this way, but not these humans that I am interacting with. They only look at me like I'm a freak, which I am, unfortunately.
5201 changed into her new outfit and boots before leaving again, taking the clothes that she had with her with her to throw them away.
*****
Meryl and Vash looked up at the door as a tall woman walked in. Her hair was as long as Milly's, maybe longer, but was knoted and tangled while part of it was still pulled back. She carried a few bags and a pack on her back. Vash didn't think that Meryl noticed, but the woman's eyes were much different than human eyes. They looked more cat-like than what they should.
"Well, that's interesting to see someone come in for a room at this time of day, normally people are checking out," Meryl stated.
Vash watched the woman interact with the barkeep and noticed her slight discomfort when the barkeep hesitated on giving her the key because of what her hand looked like. "Something's different about her."
Meryl rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed. "What? She just looks like a normal woman to me."
Vash stayed quiet, he didn't want to talk about his suspisions, especially since he feels that this one might be right.
After a while, he sat up as she came back down, wearing all black. Her trenchcoat was buttoned up, but what he saw of her legs was that she was wearing black tights of some sort. This time, her hair was pulled back into a braid and yet it still covered her ears. In her hand was obviously the clothing that she wore when she first entered the inn. Her hands were now covered by a pair of black gloves. He watched her walk across the room and exit the inn. Hmm...maybe there is something quite different about her.
*****
5201 threw the clothing that she wore when she first got here into the closest trash can. She walked down the street some until she spotted the last destination for the time being, a tatoo parlor.
Maybe they will know how to get rid of tatoos without surgury, she thought as she stepped onto the porch of the parlor and entered. Inside, she found a fairly muscular man that was covered in tatoos and a small, yet tough looking woman that had tatoos in various places.
The man walked up to her and offered her his hand to shake, looking up at her to see her face. "Good morning, ma'am. How may I be of service?"
She gave the man a gloved hand and shook it. His grip was firm and strong as she matched it as to not to hurt him or he hurt her. Then she unconsciously scratched her cheek for only a second. "Yes, I was wondering if you know anyway to get rid of tatoos, besides surgury."
"Of course, I get a few of those people who want to get rid of an old tatoo and I sell them a special gel that will soak into the skin and get rid all the ink that has imbedded itself in the skin from over the years," he explained. Then called out, "Hey, Tootsie! Get this young lady here a bottle of the removal gel."
Tootsie quickly nodded and went into the back room. She came back out with a white bottle and walked over to her and the man.
"You just put that on the tatoo once a day, and be sure to cover it also," the man explained. Then added, "Hey, what's up with your eyes?"
5201 was looking at the gel when she looked up. "Huh?"
"Your eyes," the man stated. "They are cool and cat-like."
"Oh," she said, surprise. "Umm...I have...contacts that make them that way." 5201 noticed a sunglass rack and picked up a pair of blue-tinted sunglasses. "I'll get these also."
She paid for her gel and sunglasses and then left the parlor, putting on her new pair of sunglases and went back to the inn. At the inn, she sat in her room and put the gel on her shoulder the best she could and then covered it with a bandage she found in the bathroom. She made a mental note to go to a general store and pick up bandages and such before leaving.
5201 yawned and revealed fanged teeth that were the easiest to keep hidden. Oi, maybe I should get some sleep, it'll do me some good.
She laid herself on her bed in her unitard, curled into a ball and fell fast asleep, purring like a little kitten would.
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There you go, chapter 2. I know it was long and probably boring, but in some ways important. And I did tell you that the Trigun characters were going to appear in this chapter. R&R!!
