Ok, sorry I haven't updated in a few days. Im trying to do a chapter a day, but then they all turn out to be really short. Anyhow, I thought it might be fun to do some character POV's. This chapter will be from Iris's POV, and will explain a little about her life.
Chapter #3-My personal War
That's what life is to me. A war. I'm real sure if any other name can be given to it and still be called appropriate. Everything else seems like an understatement.
My life as a child was like most kids. Mom was a prostitute, ya know. Well, I would like to say that my mom and dad realized that their kid was more important than drinking, but that would be a lie. I would also liketo say that my parents at least no each other's names. That's a lie. And so is the fact that they even remember me. Oh well, don't matter much now. I do fine on my own, making a rutine habit of living, stealing, eating, sleeping, and of course, killing. Not that I enjoy killing. But its my job.
See, a while back I got in quite a bit of trouble. A LOT of trouble. And now I owe this guy, and its either I marry him, give birth to 20 kids, kill them, do it over, and die, or I act as his hit-man. He knows I'm that good.
But anyhow, because of my killing, which probably adds up to more than 1,000 people through all the years I've been doing this, I have a bounty on my head. And people take me too lightly. Sure, if I died, I wouldn't have to worry about my debt, but then I would never be able to repent for what I did. So I kill more, and the bounty climbs. If people were smart, they would get the reason WHY I have a bounty on my head, and stay away. But they are all just too damn ignorant.
And all that brings me back to the reason why I try to stay alive, to repent. I don't want to die with something like that hanging over my shoulders. I not dumb. I don't need someone to tell me that. I figured that out a long time ago.
But anyhow, again, I need to repent, the unjust things I have done to people need to be repaid. I need to let the world know that even at the worst times there is light.
And that brings me to Him. Vash the Stampede. The only one I have met who seems to understand me. Because, he too has a bounty on his head. But he doesn't know that I still kill. Or that I plan to kill again. I will kill until the heat dies down.
But isn't it strange? To want to stay alive, to kill to stay alive, to make up for killing?
Really, can you ever win?
I don't know, but I will keep trying, even if my strategy isn't perfect.
Which brings me back to him. Now, he's sleeping without a worry in my bed. (And about now your probably thinking I'll just lean over and kiss him, and everything will be perfect, I mean, we could run from our pasts together, but no).
He's so innocent, just like a child. Its so hard to believe that he is THE Vash the Stampede. But its true. I can see it in his eyes when he talks about his past. And it hurts to look into his eyes. They're filled with so much sorrow. And regret.
And once again I question myself and the way I do things.
But questioning doesn't help.
I have to act.
I have to free myself.
When he wakes up.~ ~
He fluttered his eyes open. His big, heavy eyelashes. Then he yawned.
"Iris, you wouldn't happen to have any doughnuts, would you?"
"No, but if you do me a favor, I'll go buy ya some?"
He thought about it. Then decided that it would be too hard to get up.
"Well, what do you need?"
I had been practicing all night what I was gonna say, and now I couldn't do it. I blurted it out in one, quick, blunt statement. "I want to travel with you!"
He blinked at me in surprise. I had just, yelled. At the top of my lungs. Oh well, there was just a bunch of old people in the building. Probably deaf anyhow.
He blinked again, unsure of what I meant.
I tried to clarify. "I need to repent for what I have done. What I have done to deserve the bounty on my head, that is. And the way I keep going in my life. I. Uh, well, I need some. Umm. Guidence?" I was at a complete loss for words.
Oh, well, he shrugged. "Ok, but I got some people we need to catch up with."
Ok, a little longer than the first two, not much longer though. Oh well, R&R, or no more chapters!!!!!
Sorry, I had a little too much candy today ^^;;;;; ^..^ -oh, that's Kizzy, my cat, and sometimes I call her RizRat, and that's how I made my name. Tee hee.
Chapter #3-My personal War
That's what life is to me. A war. I'm real sure if any other name can be given to it and still be called appropriate. Everything else seems like an understatement.
My life as a child was like most kids. Mom was a prostitute, ya know. Well, I would like to say that my mom and dad realized that their kid was more important than drinking, but that would be a lie. I would also liketo say that my parents at least no each other's names. That's a lie. And so is the fact that they even remember me. Oh well, don't matter much now. I do fine on my own, making a rutine habit of living, stealing, eating, sleeping, and of course, killing. Not that I enjoy killing. But its my job.
See, a while back I got in quite a bit of trouble. A LOT of trouble. And now I owe this guy, and its either I marry him, give birth to 20 kids, kill them, do it over, and die, or I act as his hit-man. He knows I'm that good.
But anyhow, because of my killing, which probably adds up to more than 1,000 people through all the years I've been doing this, I have a bounty on my head. And people take me too lightly. Sure, if I died, I wouldn't have to worry about my debt, but then I would never be able to repent for what I did. So I kill more, and the bounty climbs. If people were smart, they would get the reason WHY I have a bounty on my head, and stay away. But they are all just too damn ignorant.
And all that brings me back to the reason why I try to stay alive, to repent. I don't want to die with something like that hanging over my shoulders. I not dumb. I don't need someone to tell me that. I figured that out a long time ago.
But anyhow, again, I need to repent, the unjust things I have done to people need to be repaid. I need to let the world know that even at the worst times there is light.
And that brings me to Him. Vash the Stampede. The only one I have met who seems to understand me. Because, he too has a bounty on his head. But he doesn't know that I still kill. Or that I plan to kill again. I will kill until the heat dies down.
But isn't it strange? To want to stay alive, to kill to stay alive, to make up for killing?
Really, can you ever win?
I don't know, but I will keep trying, even if my strategy isn't perfect.
Which brings me back to him. Now, he's sleeping without a worry in my bed. (And about now your probably thinking I'll just lean over and kiss him, and everything will be perfect, I mean, we could run from our pasts together, but no).
He's so innocent, just like a child. Its so hard to believe that he is THE Vash the Stampede. But its true. I can see it in his eyes when he talks about his past. And it hurts to look into his eyes. They're filled with so much sorrow. And regret.
And once again I question myself and the way I do things.
But questioning doesn't help.
I have to act.
I have to free myself.
When he wakes up.~ ~
He fluttered his eyes open. His big, heavy eyelashes. Then he yawned.
"Iris, you wouldn't happen to have any doughnuts, would you?"
"No, but if you do me a favor, I'll go buy ya some?"
He thought about it. Then decided that it would be too hard to get up.
"Well, what do you need?"
I had been practicing all night what I was gonna say, and now I couldn't do it. I blurted it out in one, quick, blunt statement. "I want to travel with you!"
He blinked at me in surprise. I had just, yelled. At the top of my lungs. Oh well, there was just a bunch of old people in the building. Probably deaf anyhow.
He blinked again, unsure of what I meant.
I tried to clarify. "I need to repent for what I have done. What I have done to deserve the bounty on my head, that is. And the way I keep going in my life. I. Uh, well, I need some. Umm. Guidence?" I was at a complete loss for words.
Oh, well, he shrugged. "Ok, but I got some people we need to catch up with."
Ok, a little longer than the first two, not much longer though. Oh well, R&R, or no more chapters!!!!!
Sorry, I had a little too much candy today ^^;;;;; ^..^ -oh, that's Kizzy, my cat, and sometimes I call her RizRat, and that's how I made my name. Tee hee.