Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. But Syck is mine, ALL MINE!!!! Hit me up if ya wanna use him. He's bad. MWA HAHAHA!

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He looked him the eyes and a smile played across his lips. Not daintily like a girl playing with dolls, but more like a schoolyard bully preparing to pound his next victim. His eyes shone bright in the dim light and his victim new there was nothing he could do. He knew his life didn't mean anything to his persecutor. One wrong move and that smile might just appear. That was something you didn't want to see, cause if you did you also wouldn't see the next day. And the worst thing was he knew he had you, he knew you wouldn't do anything stupid and everything he asked.

"Life sucks doesn't it. I mean you are just a family guy right? You told me an hour before our little interview you had a wife and two daughters. Five and eight you said? Yes, yes it was. So you never thought that seeing Mr. Vash would change your life did you? Pathetic fool. You couldn't stop me from killing you or your family."

The man nervously let him continue talking because he knew as long as he was talking he was gonna live one second longer and was one second closer to be with his family again. His persecutor twirled a large gun and often threatened him with it just for fun. This guy was sick, literally.

"You if you tell me what I want to know I won't kill you slowly. So I hear Vash the Stampeade came through a several days ago. And if you've been watchin' the news you might know who I am. Do you?"

The man was unsure what he should say. If he lied and Syck knew he would probably kill on principle. But if he told Syck he knew who he was he might kill him because he figured out who he was. The man just remained silent praying that he would just continue talking.

"You're a smart one. I like that so I'm gonna let you live. Just tell me which direction he went and I'll be on my way."

"H-he went toward the east. He didn't say where he was headed though."

"Thank-you kind sir."

With that Syck knocked him unconcious. He was too close to Vash to be playing these games with peoples lives. The taste of the innocents blood did tempt him but he let good sense get the better of him. He didn't want to let his brother know he was growing closer and he also didn't want that guy to alert the authorities. Syck just couldn't resist killing a cop, no matter what.

"Here I come Vashy boy!!!!"

***

"Well, my brother is after me. How bizarre, I have no recollection of him. Oh well, he'll have to die right alongside Vash. Too bad if he had just wanted to kill Vash we could've been friends."

The man listened to the radio hoping that Syck had attacked somewhere near him. He didn't want to worry too much about this situation. He had bigger fish to fry.

"Oh well no more reports on that lil twerp. He should know you can never beat your big brother. Seriously does he think he can kill me? The great Knives. Hahahaha."

As his laughter died he fell asleep not knowing how close his enemy was. He didn't know that he was no longer the predator, he had become the prey.

***

"So this is where my brother lives. Too bad he has to die tonight. I'm glad he chose such a secluded spot to live, no one will know what happened here. That means Vash won't be alerted. Good, well let's begin."

Syck ran to the door and kicked it down only to find the one room shack completely empty. All there was, was one bed and small night stand with a radio on it. There was a small window on the back wall and a few crumpled soda cans. WHAM!

A boot connected with his face hard he was slightly dazed. Knives hopped from the top of the door frame with much ease and in the same motion removed his gun.

"Oh please big bro don't shoot me!! I'm sorry I can't help what I do. I just love the smell of blood. Mwa hahahaha."

"This guy is sicker than me. He deserves to die. That's too funny!"

Knives pulled the trigger three times and all the shots met their mark. Syck just looked at Knives as in disbelief that he had shot him. He dropped to his knees and that's when Knives noticed it. There were three holes in the wall behind Syck. No blood, just three holes.

"Get up. I know I didn't hit you. But you were just lucky that time. This time I'm gonna take you seriously."

Knives raised his gun again and before he could target Syck, he shot his gun out of his hand.

"That gun. It looks just like Vash's. Did you already kill him? If so Then I really have to kill you. He was my kill."

"No idiot. If you had any brain cells you'd realize that this gun is superior to Vash's gun. True it is modeled after his, but it has many improvements. It's crazy cool. It's like a combo of your gun and his but with some lil tid bits that aren't in either. It's lightweight and can rip a hole through anything. Let's see can you dodge my shots."

"Well shoot me if you can lil bro."

With lightning reflexes he pulled the trigger once and sent Knives into the wall. Knives raised a hand to his shoulder and drew back revealing a blood-covered hand. For the first time Knives realized who he was dealing with. He was dealing with something he couldn't beat alone. He actually felt fear for a split second. He knew who he had to go see.

"Awwww, this is no fun at all. I was hopin' you'd be a slight challenge. Oh well gotta kill you and move on. I'll see you in Hell bro."

"Yea… you will one day. Gotta run!"

With that he dove out the window next to him. Behind his house there was a sheer cliff. At the bottom of the cliff was a secret lake that he only knew about. That's how he was able to survive out here. Hopefully the fall wouldn't kill him and hopefully he'd land in the lake. He was losing consciousness fast.

"Run brother, run. At least that'll make it slightly more interesting. I am so Syck. Mwa hahahaha!"

***

"Well haven't heard about Syck in a long time girls, I guess he either just died or just gave up. I'm still a little unsure though. There's been no word of Knives either. He was lookin' for us both so maybe he and Knives killed each other but I doubt it. I just don't know."

Meryll looked on trying to think of some words to help ease his troubled mind. She couldn't think of anything and could only state the obvious.

"Well you've gotten out of tougher situations. We'll get through this together. You'll see."

Knock Knock.

"I wonder who that could be? Lemme get the door."

Meryll opened the door and could barely let loose an audible gasp. Vash looked up and saw what had Meryll so frightened. His brother, knives was at the door. Vash prepared for a battle and was thinking of the best way to get Meryll out of danger and get out alive.

"Who was that at the do-"

"MILLY GET BACK IN THE ROOM!"

"Calm down brother, I didn't come to kill you, yet. I knida need your help. That guy Syck, he's not bad, not bad at all."

With that Knives collapsed on the floor with a loud thump.