On Dreams and Strength
Ch. 4: Into the Dark
"Zeke, wake up son," It was that dream again. but something was different this time; the person's voice was that of a man. A voice that seemed to take an eternity to finish that sentence. A voice that seemed to drift off into infinity afterwards.
Zeke opened his eyes, a man was standing, rather, sitting next to his bed. The man was in a wheelchair, looking at him through a single world- weary golden eye, the other was covered up by his strange blue colored hair. He was wearing a plain white trench coat with a black shirt and tan slacks under it.
In the same long, drawn out voice he said, "You've overslept, I hope you remember that you're going with me on a trip"
"what're we going to do on the trip?" was all he could think of saying.
"I have someone I have to see in New Kansas" he said in a very sad voice.
It was then he was rudely interrupted by possibly his least favorite sound, his alarm clock.
It had been several weeks after the shock that his beloved foster father was Vash the Stampede. He had gotten over the initial shock, but he was now wondering who this man in the dream was. He knew the man was his "real" father, but nothing else. He was still pondering this when he went downstairs for breakfast.
"Hey Zeke!" Vash said through a mouthful of donuts
"You know hate it when you don't save me any donuts!" was all Zeke could say.
After downing his second serving of eggs and bacon, he told Vash about the dream. Vash almost chocked on his donut when he described the man in the whiter coat.
After Meryl did a quick Heimlich maneuver, Vash shouted the name "Legato!"
"Legato? What're you talking about?" Zeke said while Vash was gasping for air.
"Legato Bluesummers, that's definitely who you described."
"Who? You knew my real father?" Zeke was ecstatic, finally, a chance to meet his biological parents!
"Yes, I knew him," Vash seemed sad, angry, and highly frustrated at the thought of this man.
"But, I wish I had never met him" Zeke was shocked, this Legato person must have been terrible to deserve Vash's hate.
"so," Zeke said after an awkward silence "what was so bad about him?"
"He worked for Knives, he was hell-bent on fulfilling that lunatic's orders. Even if it meant destroying humanity."
Zeke then remembered Vash's description of Knives, He wished all traces of humanity wiped out. He believed them inferior, unfit to live on this planet.Vash then broke the silence.
"Knives must be alive. Zeke, I need you to find Legato, he will know where to find Knives." After a long pause, Zeke said, "I understand" and he began to leave. "Wait" Zeke turned around, "You'll need these" Vash said, handing Zeke a leather trench coat the color of Vash's favorite flower, the red geranium. determination and courage. and a large silver handgun.
His eyes began to water as he put the coat on "Fits like a glove, dad" Then with a hot tear running down his cheek, he turned away. Waving goodbye, he then left.
Well, that was a kinda sad chapter, but now we know who the father is. So there is a good side. And yes, I realize that this chapter was waaaaaaaaaaaaaay short, but it was two pages front and back on notebook paper. Ah well. its not the size, it's what you do with it :-) And now, because I feel like it, an explanation on the title of this story, "On Dreams and Strength" okay, the dream part comes from the dreams like the one at the beginning of this chapter, Zeke'll be having a couple more of them. Now, the strength part comes from Zeke's name, Zeke is short for Ezekiel, which, translated from Hebrew, means: God Gives Strength. And there is a reason Legato named him that. But I wont tell you. Nya Nya Nya! Aight, until next time,
Love and Peace,
The Blind Sage
Ch. 4: Into the Dark
"Zeke, wake up son," It was that dream again. but something was different this time; the person's voice was that of a man. A voice that seemed to take an eternity to finish that sentence. A voice that seemed to drift off into infinity afterwards.
Zeke opened his eyes, a man was standing, rather, sitting next to his bed. The man was in a wheelchair, looking at him through a single world- weary golden eye, the other was covered up by his strange blue colored hair. He was wearing a plain white trench coat with a black shirt and tan slacks under it.
In the same long, drawn out voice he said, "You've overslept, I hope you remember that you're going with me on a trip"
"what're we going to do on the trip?" was all he could think of saying.
"I have someone I have to see in New Kansas" he said in a very sad voice.
It was then he was rudely interrupted by possibly his least favorite sound, his alarm clock.
It had been several weeks after the shock that his beloved foster father was Vash the Stampede. He had gotten over the initial shock, but he was now wondering who this man in the dream was. He knew the man was his "real" father, but nothing else. He was still pondering this when he went downstairs for breakfast.
"Hey Zeke!" Vash said through a mouthful of donuts
"You know hate it when you don't save me any donuts!" was all Zeke could say.
After downing his second serving of eggs and bacon, he told Vash about the dream. Vash almost chocked on his donut when he described the man in the whiter coat.
After Meryl did a quick Heimlich maneuver, Vash shouted the name "Legato!"
"Legato? What're you talking about?" Zeke said while Vash was gasping for air.
"Legato Bluesummers, that's definitely who you described."
"Who? You knew my real father?" Zeke was ecstatic, finally, a chance to meet his biological parents!
"Yes, I knew him," Vash seemed sad, angry, and highly frustrated at the thought of this man.
"But, I wish I had never met him" Zeke was shocked, this Legato person must have been terrible to deserve Vash's hate.
"so," Zeke said after an awkward silence "what was so bad about him?"
"He worked for Knives, he was hell-bent on fulfilling that lunatic's orders. Even if it meant destroying humanity."
Zeke then remembered Vash's description of Knives, He wished all traces of humanity wiped out. He believed them inferior, unfit to live on this planet.Vash then broke the silence.
"Knives must be alive. Zeke, I need you to find Legato, he will know where to find Knives." After a long pause, Zeke said, "I understand" and he began to leave. "Wait" Zeke turned around, "You'll need these" Vash said, handing Zeke a leather trench coat the color of Vash's favorite flower, the red geranium. determination and courage. and a large silver handgun.
His eyes began to water as he put the coat on "Fits like a glove, dad" Then with a hot tear running down his cheek, he turned away. Waving goodbye, he then left.
Well, that was a kinda sad chapter, but now we know who the father is. So there is a good side. And yes, I realize that this chapter was waaaaaaaaaaaaaay short, but it was two pages front and back on notebook paper. Ah well. its not the size, it's what you do with it :-) And now, because I feel like it, an explanation on the title of this story, "On Dreams and Strength" okay, the dream part comes from the dreams like the one at the beginning of this chapter, Zeke'll be having a couple more of them. Now, the strength part comes from Zeke's name, Zeke is short for Ezekiel, which, translated from Hebrew, means: God Gives Strength. And there is a reason Legato named him that. But I wont tell you. Nya Nya Nya! Aight, until next time,
Love and Peace,
The Blind Sage