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Chapter 15
Death
While Iris had been fighting the master in the next room, the others had been bravely fighting the guards.
"Dammit! They just keep coming!" Alu yelled from her side of the room. The guards were slowing backing her into a corner, and she spoke, more guards were running in from the door behind them.
Angel shot a round from and reloaded her gun before bumping into Demonix's back. Demonix looked slightly worried. They were strong, and one bullet to the leg would be the end of them. And they were running out of bullets.
Nazo used his sword to knock the fighters to the floor, then knock them unconscious. It was a slow process, but he was determined not to kill anyone.
Den was using his chain whip to hit the guards to the ground.
Himoya was firing her gun at the guards who had already backed her in a corner. "God damn you all!" The men in front of her fell to the ground before her feet. Tsukasa stood grinning, holding her gun.
A man caught Angel off guard, hitting her in the back with a bullet. She fell to her knees, gasping for breath. Alu ran to her side. "Angel!" Den knocked down a few more men before standing above Alu and Angel. Nazo ran to protect Himoya and Tsukasa who were having their own problems with the oncoming guards who had them surrounded.
Demonix ran over to help Den protect Alu and Angel, who's breath was coming in short gasps. She looked up and smiled at the worried faces in front of her. "Tell Iris, I'm.....sorry." Her eyes slowly closed as her muscles relaxed. Her body went limp in Alu's shaking arms.
"Damn you!"
~*~*~*~*~
Vash took off his red coat and tightly wrapped it around Iris. "Just hold on!" Nick looked worriedly, all the while, still wondering where Ryu could have gone.
Vash picked Iris up off the floor, noting her breathe was now coming in short gasps. She was struggling with death. He carefully carried her out the door. The first thing he saw was the group of fighters struggling with the remaining guards.
Nick pulled his giant cross modeled gun out and started firing at the enemies, careful not to hit them in a fatal spot. Vash walked over to the two figures who were on the ground. Alu was crying, holding onto Angel's still body. Vash laid Iris next to her friend.
Iris's eyes painfully pushed open. A tear ran down her cheek. 'If I hadn't pushed her into this...'
Vash looked painfully away from the scene as Iris reached her hand out to touch Angel's cold fingers. He picked Iris back up and continued out the building. Nick followed slowly.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Vash brought Iris to the nearest hospital in the town. The doctor immediately rushed from his current patient to help Iris. He kept muttering about the condition of the other patient. What he was saying caught the attention of the priest.
"Stupid girl............. so young................... such a terrible accident............ falling out of a window....... she could have killed herself....... but the fire......."
Nick began to worry, seeing as he hadn't heard from Ryu. The door the doctor had come out of, the door to the room this other patient was in, was slightly ajar. Nick side stepped out of the room unnoticed, and snuck a peak into the other room.
A girl lay on the table, her body completely by a sheet, but her hair hung down from the edge of the table. She had long red hair. Ryu's kind of hair.
Nick ran over to her side and pulled the blanket off of her head. It was Ryu.
Nick pulled a chair up beside the table and sat staring at the young girl, waiting for her to wake up.
~*~*~*~*~*~
A few hours later, Vash had fallen asleep in the waiting room of the hospital. The doctor sighed as he walked out of the operating room. He was still mumbling about a stupid girl. He walked over and shook Vash awake. Vash looked expectantly into the eyes of the old man. His face was heavy. His eyes foretold something. Vash's stomach turned.
"She will be fine. But she needs her rest now. You may ago see her."
Vash smiled. Truly relieved. He slowly walked into Iris's room. She lay on the table, resting peacefully. Vash pulled up a chair and sat at her side. He held her hand tenderly. "I love you Iris. Please get well soon."
~*~*~*~*~*~
About a week later, repairs had begun on the Inn, and no sign was seen of the master and his gang. The towns people were overjoyed that they no longer lived in fear of what went on inside of that building. And of being in that building.
Iris and Ryu were out of the hospital. A nice old man let them stay with him while they recovered.
The remaining fighters scattered and traveled back to their homes, thankful that they were finally free after the years of enslavement.
Ryu was sitting on the porch of the old mans house, rocking in her chair, enjoying the sun's warm rays. Nick came outside and stood beside her. They did this everyday when the sun would go down. Ryu would stop rocking and watch as the sun faded behind the distant sand dunes. Nick would pull out a cigarette, light it and sigh lightly. The two wouldn't say anything until the sun was gone and the stars gradually began to light the fading sky.
Nick would sit on the step and Ryu would leave her chair and cuddle into his shoulder.
Iris lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, attempting to count the numerous bumps. Vash walked in a sat at the edge of her bed, causing Iris to lose track of what number she had reached. She huffily looked at him. Then tried to turn over. Unsuccessfully, she closed her eyes, crossed her arms, and 'hmphed.'
Vash grinned and pressed his lips to Iris's. Her eyes shot open and widened in surprise, but she closed them and pushed back against the pressure of Vash's mouth. They broke the kiss and they both grinned back at one another, both knowing the same thing. That would have to wait until Iris had fully recovered. Vash sighed.
"Need anything?"
Iris shook her head, suddenly feeling shy, she blushed. She hated not being able to move.
Vash smiled. He had been afraid that the death of her friend would have proved too much of an ordeal for her. She was regaining her strength rapidly, however. And she seemed to be rather happy, despite her current condition.
Iris would have nightmares, but she wouldn't tell anyone about them. She would be witness to seeing Vash, Nick, Ryu, or any of the fighters who had fought with her, being brutally killed. She would see everything in such detail that she would often wake up in a cold sweat.
She would glance over at Vash, who lay next to her in bed, making sure she hadn't awoken him. Then she would attempt to go back to sleep, knowing she needed all of her rest if she was to recover. But the dreams would persist. The most common was seeing the death of Angel. She hadn't been witness to her real death, and wondering if she had felt a lot of pain, if it had been slow, haunted Iris in her sleep. She kept replaying the scenario in her head, over and over. Dozens of bullets would come flying in every direction to meet Angel's flesh. To taste her blood. Crimson would drip to the floor as the girl's stunned body sunk to its knees.
And there she would lay, in a pool of her own blood, until Iris found her feet and would rush to her. But in her dash, she would often be shot down. The sight of her own blood seeping out of her wounds would send her flying upwards in bed.
No matter how many time she told herself that everything was alright, the dreams persisted. And deep down, Iris knew that they would continue to haunt her until the day she died.
Whether that day be tomorrow, or the next, or even years down, no one could ever be sure.
Chapter 15
Death
While Iris had been fighting the master in the next room, the others had been bravely fighting the guards.
"Dammit! They just keep coming!" Alu yelled from her side of the room. The guards were slowing backing her into a corner, and she spoke, more guards were running in from the door behind them.
Angel shot a round from and reloaded her gun before bumping into Demonix's back. Demonix looked slightly worried. They were strong, and one bullet to the leg would be the end of them. And they were running out of bullets.
Nazo used his sword to knock the fighters to the floor, then knock them unconscious. It was a slow process, but he was determined not to kill anyone.
Den was using his chain whip to hit the guards to the ground.
Himoya was firing her gun at the guards who had already backed her in a corner. "God damn you all!" The men in front of her fell to the ground before her feet. Tsukasa stood grinning, holding her gun.
A man caught Angel off guard, hitting her in the back with a bullet. She fell to her knees, gasping for breath. Alu ran to her side. "Angel!" Den knocked down a few more men before standing above Alu and Angel. Nazo ran to protect Himoya and Tsukasa who were having their own problems with the oncoming guards who had them surrounded.
Demonix ran over to help Den protect Alu and Angel, who's breath was coming in short gasps. She looked up and smiled at the worried faces in front of her. "Tell Iris, I'm.....sorry." Her eyes slowly closed as her muscles relaxed. Her body went limp in Alu's shaking arms.
"Damn you!"
~*~*~*~*~
Vash took off his red coat and tightly wrapped it around Iris. "Just hold on!" Nick looked worriedly, all the while, still wondering where Ryu could have gone.
Vash picked Iris up off the floor, noting her breathe was now coming in short gasps. She was struggling with death. He carefully carried her out the door. The first thing he saw was the group of fighters struggling with the remaining guards.
Nick pulled his giant cross modeled gun out and started firing at the enemies, careful not to hit them in a fatal spot. Vash walked over to the two figures who were on the ground. Alu was crying, holding onto Angel's still body. Vash laid Iris next to her friend.
Iris's eyes painfully pushed open. A tear ran down her cheek. 'If I hadn't pushed her into this...'
Vash looked painfully away from the scene as Iris reached her hand out to touch Angel's cold fingers. He picked Iris back up and continued out the building. Nick followed slowly.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Vash brought Iris to the nearest hospital in the town. The doctor immediately rushed from his current patient to help Iris. He kept muttering about the condition of the other patient. What he was saying caught the attention of the priest.
"Stupid girl............. so young................... such a terrible accident............ falling out of a window....... she could have killed herself....... but the fire......."
Nick began to worry, seeing as he hadn't heard from Ryu. The door the doctor had come out of, the door to the room this other patient was in, was slightly ajar. Nick side stepped out of the room unnoticed, and snuck a peak into the other room.
A girl lay on the table, her body completely by a sheet, but her hair hung down from the edge of the table. She had long red hair. Ryu's kind of hair.
Nick ran over to her side and pulled the blanket off of her head. It was Ryu.
Nick pulled a chair up beside the table and sat staring at the young girl, waiting for her to wake up.
~*~*~*~*~*~
A few hours later, Vash had fallen asleep in the waiting room of the hospital. The doctor sighed as he walked out of the operating room. He was still mumbling about a stupid girl. He walked over and shook Vash awake. Vash looked expectantly into the eyes of the old man. His face was heavy. His eyes foretold something. Vash's stomach turned.
"She will be fine. But she needs her rest now. You may ago see her."
Vash smiled. Truly relieved. He slowly walked into Iris's room. She lay on the table, resting peacefully. Vash pulled up a chair and sat at her side. He held her hand tenderly. "I love you Iris. Please get well soon."
~*~*~*~*~*~
About a week later, repairs had begun on the Inn, and no sign was seen of the master and his gang. The towns people were overjoyed that they no longer lived in fear of what went on inside of that building. And of being in that building.
Iris and Ryu were out of the hospital. A nice old man let them stay with him while they recovered.
The remaining fighters scattered and traveled back to their homes, thankful that they were finally free after the years of enslavement.
Ryu was sitting on the porch of the old mans house, rocking in her chair, enjoying the sun's warm rays. Nick came outside and stood beside her. They did this everyday when the sun would go down. Ryu would stop rocking and watch as the sun faded behind the distant sand dunes. Nick would pull out a cigarette, light it and sigh lightly. The two wouldn't say anything until the sun was gone and the stars gradually began to light the fading sky.
Nick would sit on the step and Ryu would leave her chair and cuddle into his shoulder.
Iris lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, attempting to count the numerous bumps. Vash walked in a sat at the edge of her bed, causing Iris to lose track of what number she had reached. She huffily looked at him. Then tried to turn over. Unsuccessfully, she closed her eyes, crossed her arms, and 'hmphed.'
Vash grinned and pressed his lips to Iris's. Her eyes shot open and widened in surprise, but she closed them and pushed back against the pressure of Vash's mouth. They broke the kiss and they both grinned back at one another, both knowing the same thing. That would have to wait until Iris had fully recovered. Vash sighed.
"Need anything?"
Iris shook her head, suddenly feeling shy, she blushed. She hated not being able to move.
Vash smiled. He had been afraid that the death of her friend would have proved too much of an ordeal for her. She was regaining her strength rapidly, however. And she seemed to be rather happy, despite her current condition.
Iris would have nightmares, but she wouldn't tell anyone about them. She would be witness to seeing Vash, Nick, Ryu, or any of the fighters who had fought with her, being brutally killed. She would see everything in such detail that she would often wake up in a cold sweat.
She would glance over at Vash, who lay next to her in bed, making sure she hadn't awoken him. Then she would attempt to go back to sleep, knowing she needed all of her rest if she was to recover. But the dreams would persist. The most common was seeing the death of Angel. She hadn't been witness to her real death, and wondering if she had felt a lot of pain, if it had been slow, haunted Iris in her sleep. She kept replaying the scenario in her head, over and over. Dozens of bullets would come flying in every direction to meet Angel's flesh. To taste her blood. Crimson would drip to the floor as the girl's stunned body sunk to its knees.
And there she would lay, in a pool of her own blood, until Iris found her feet and would rush to her. But in her dash, she would often be shot down. The sight of her own blood seeping out of her wounds would send her flying upwards in bed.
No matter how many time she told herself that everything was alright, the dreams persisted. And deep down, Iris knew that they would continue to haunt her until the day she died.
Whether that day be tomorrow, or the next, or even years down, no one could ever be sure.