Ok, I am sorry for how long this chapter has taken me. AND THEY ARE ALL SO SHORT! Ugh, I can be really hard on myself. Oh well. Anyhow, im done for now with the point of view, and I would like to thank everyone who reviewed.
Chapter 5
Vash was fast asleep at the Inn, and snoring rather loudly, when Iris decided that she could let herself out for an hour or so to get a drink.
When she walked into the tavern all eyes turned to her. She waited till everyone focused once again on their drinks. After all, if someone did recognize her, she would like to be able to duck quickly behind the door if she needed too. But once again, laughter resumed as the people went back to their drinks. She walked over to a corner table and sat down.
Everyone here seemed to be male, except for the table in the neighboring corner, which was occupied by a male and three females. The male was obviously a priest, but Iris couldn't figure out what that was resting against the wall behind him. It looked like a cross no doubt. But why do big?
She couldn't tell much about the girls, except that one seemed much younger than the other two. She had light red hair, while the other two had darker hair, one black and the other brown.
Oh well. Who cared about them. Except for the fact that the priest kept staring at her, she wouldn't have even known they were there. Perhaps he recognized her?
She was way too on edge. She ordered another drink and got to thinking about traveling with Vash. Was that what she really wanted to do?
"I knew I'd find you here!" I light, familiar, voice sounded from the door, and in walked Vash. He came and took a seat beside her.
"Vash, I thought you were so tired, and injured, that you couldn't walk?"
"Yeah, uh, what d'ya know, I'm all better!"
Then Iris noticed that the priest had started walking towards them, followed by the three females. Two of them followed him looking quite angry, while the other slightly ducked behind the priest's giant cross that he had slung over his back.
"Vash! You asshole! You leave for how long, then show up with a beautiful young women! What the hell is your problem?" The priest obviously wasn't normal, what kind of preacher went around in bars screaming at bounty heads like they were friends....
Wait a sec.
"Hey Vash," Iris gritted out rather slowly, "would you please introduce me to your friends?"
Vash looked at her in astonishment. Then shrugged and decided not to argue.
"The priest here is Nicholas D. Wolfwood, and this is Milly Thompson, and Meryl Stryfe." But when Vash reached the young girl behind Nick, he couldn't say who she was.
"Wolfwood, there's something your not telling me. AND YOU SHOULDN'T YELL AT ME FOR SHOWING UP WITH STRANGE GIRLS WHEN, WELL, TA DA!"
Nick blinked, confused at first. "Oh yeah. This is Sara. I rescued her the other day from a bunch of trouble finding guys. I said she was welcome to stay with us, and she decided to take up our offer."
Iris blinked, obviously lost in what was going on. And she swore she had seen the priest somewhere before, but she couldn't figure why.
"And this is Iris. She found me in the desert that day I left and helped me. If it weren't for her, I really could have died out their."
Iris noticed the way the priest looked at her. He knew her too. But how? Why couldn't she remember?
"Let's all have a drink together and get to know each other better!"
Finally Meryl, the black haired girl, spoke up, "alright Vash, but you have to pay for the drinks."
Vash sighed but agreed anyhow.
They sat and drank for many hours before calling it a night.
Iris had said nothing unless she was asked a question. Nick did the same. They were too busy in their own thoughts about this new person they had just met, but recognized so well.
But finally, the liquor won over, and everyone talked. But by then, they were back in Iris's room at the Inn, drinking from some of Nick's bottles. So much for calling it a night.
Then Vash passed out. Then Nick. Milly and Meryl went back to their rooms, and Sara said she had her own place to stay and left rather unnoticed. Iris gave the two passed out men on her floor a pillow and covered them with a blanket, then proceeded to bed, hoping to get a good nights rest.
But that night was anything but easy for her. She had a terrible dream, of a little girl following her, screaming and crying, as she walked away deliberately. A man came up from behind the child and scooped her up in his arms. The small girl struggled, and she reached her arms out to Iris. But as bad as Iris wanted to turn around and hold the child, to comfort her, she couldn't she just kept walking.
She woke up early in the morning, before the sun had risen, and she was crying. Her cheeks were streamed with dry tears.
She probably had been screaming too. And if Vash and Nick hadn't been so drunk, they probably would have woken up.
Iris rubbed the sweat from her forehead and sat up.
She got up and took a shower, a cold shower. She got dressed in simple blue jeans, a black tank top, and went for a walk in the cold darkness.
She hadn't gone far however, when gunshots were heard from behind her. At her.
She turned to see many men, maybe over thirty, with their guns pointed at her head, and her heart.
She was unarmed.
Helpless. But not.
They started another round of shots, Iris ducked and rolled under a car to protect herself. She waited until they had stopped firing, then took off out from under the car and down a alley, only to find that the alley was a dead end. And the men had followed her.
Chapter 5
Vash was fast asleep at the Inn, and snoring rather loudly, when Iris decided that she could let herself out for an hour or so to get a drink.
When she walked into the tavern all eyes turned to her. She waited till everyone focused once again on their drinks. After all, if someone did recognize her, she would like to be able to duck quickly behind the door if she needed too. But once again, laughter resumed as the people went back to their drinks. She walked over to a corner table and sat down.
Everyone here seemed to be male, except for the table in the neighboring corner, which was occupied by a male and three females. The male was obviously a priest, but Iris couldn't figure out what that was resting against the wall behind him. It looked like a cross no doubt. But why do big?
She couldn't tell much about the girls, except that one seemed much younger than the other two. She had light red hair, while the other two had darker hair, one black and the other brown.
Oh well. Who cared about them. Except for the fact that the priest kept staring at her, she wouldn't have even known they were there. Perhaps he recognized her?
She was way too on edge. She ordered another drink and got to thinking about traveling with Vash. Was that what she really wanted to do?
"I knew I'd find you here!" I light, familiar, voice sounded from the door, and in walked Vash. He came and took a seat beside her.
"Vash, I thought you were so tired, and injured, that you couldn't walk?"
"Yeah, uh, what d'ya know, I'm all better!"
Then Iris noticed that the priest had started walking towards them, followed by the three females. Two of them followed him looking quite angry, while the other slightly ducked behind the priest's giant cross that he had slung over his back.
"Vash! You asshole! You leave for how long, then show up with a beautiful young women! What the hell is your problem?" The priest obviously wasn't normal, what kind of preacher went around in bars screaming at bounty heads like they were friends....
Wait a sec.
"Hey Vash," Iris gritted out rather slowly, "would you please introduce me to your friends?"
Vash looked at her in astonishment. Then shrugged and decided not to argue.
"The priest here is Nicholas D. Wolfwood, and this is Milly Thompson, and Meryl Stryfe." But when Vash reached the young girl behind Nick, he couldn't say who she was.
"Wolfwood, there's something your not telling me. AND YOU SHOULDN'T YELL AT ME FOR SHOWING UP WITH STRANGE GIRLS WHEN, WELL, TA DA!"
Nick blinked, confused at first. "Oh yeah. This is Sara. I rescued her the other day from a bunch of trouble finding guys. I said she was welcome to stay with us, and she decided to take up our offer."
Iris blinked, obviously lost in what was going on. And she swore she had seen the priest somewhere before, but she couldn't figure why.
"And this is Iris. She found me in the desert that day I left and helped me. If it weren't for her, I really could have died out their."
Iris noticed the way the priest looked at her. He knew her too. But how? Why couldn't she remember?
"Let's all have a drink together and get to know each other better!"
Finally Meryl, the black haired girl, spoke up, "alright Vash, but you have to pay for the drinks."
Vash sighed but agreed anyhow.
They sat and drank for many hours before calling it a night.
Iris had said nothing unless she was asked a question. Nick did the same. They were too busy in their own thoughts about this new person they had just met, but recognized so well.
But finally, the liquor won over, and everyone talked. But by then, they were back in Iris's room at the Inn, drinking from some of Nick's bottles. So much for calling it a night.
Then Vash passed out. Then Nick. Milly and Meryl went back to their rooms, and Sara said she had her own place to stay and left rather unnoticed. Iris gave the two passed out men on her floor a pillow and covered them with a blanket, then proceeded to bed, hoping to get a good nights rest.
But that night was anything but easy for her. She had a terrible dream, of a little girl following her, screaming and crying, as she walked away deliberately. A man came up from behind the child and scooped her up in his arms. The small girl struggled, and she reached her arms out to Iris. But as bad as Iris wanted to turn around and hold the child, to comfort her, she couldn't she just kept walking.
She woke up early in the morning, before the sun had risen, and she was crying. Her cheeks were streamed with dry tears.
She probably had been screaming too. And if Vash and Nick hadn't been so drunk, they probably would have woken up.
Iris rubbed the sweat from her forehead and sat up.
She got up and took a shower, a cold shower. She got dressed in simple blue jeans, a black tank top, and went for a walk in the cold darkness.
She hadn't gone far however, when gunshots were heard from behind her. At her.
She turned to see many men, maybe over thirty, with their guns pointed at her head, and her heart.
She was unarmed.
Helpless. But not.
They started another round of shots, Iris ducked and rolled under a car to protect herself. She waited until they had stopped firing, then took off out from under the car and down a alley, only to find that the alley was a dead end. And the men had followed her.