Time
& Time Again By: Reo Star
CHAPTER 4: Confusion
Vash ran to the edge and looked over, but found no sign of the two boys. Dazed and confused, Vash backed up slowly, until he hit something. He whirled around. More confusion took him over.
There before him was Maryl. Her hands and waist were tied tightly to Wolfwood's cross, she had scratches on her neck, and her night gown was torn and it's shoulder straps fallen down around her arms. Slowly, Maryl's eyes began to open; she looked at Vash with tears in her eyes, her voice weak.
".vash."
Her eyes closed again, but did not reopen.
Vash began to breathe heavy. What had happened? How could it have happened?
A low evil laughter faintly rose from the opposite side of the building. Vash looked up past Maryl. There on the ledge, stood Knives. In his arms, he held Milly, a knife pressed firmly against her throat.
Vash walked slowly toward them, still unsure if all of this was really happening. Knives, still laughing, pressed the knife harder, so that Milly screamed. Vash stopped. It was clear that if he came any closer, Milly would be dead.
'Knives don't do this. Knives.'
Knives laughed again.
Vash reached for his gun, surprised he actually had it. He aimed at Knives any place he could with out causing any damage to Milly, or throwing either of them off. Vash aimed and fired, in the same instant, Knives threw down his weapon, and sprung backwards off the edge, bringing Milly with him.
Vash stood, stunned. He lowered his gun, then dropped it altogether. He ran, reaching the edge, almost to afraid to look over. There he saw Milly's mangled body. Blood covered the street below. Vash could look no longer. He turned away and fell to his hands and knees, vomiting as he did so. After a few moments, he controlled his emotions and his stomach for as long as it would take him to untie Maryl and carry her back to her room.
& Time Again By: Reo Star
CHAPTER 4: Confusion
Vash ran to the edge and looked over, but found no sign of the two boys. Dazed and confused, Vash backed up slowly, until he hit something. He whirled around. More confusion took him over.
There before him was Maryl. Her hands and waist were tied tightly to Wolfwood's cross, she had scratches on her neck, and her night gown was torn and it's shoulder straps fallen down around her arms. Slowly, Maryl's eyes began to open; she looked at Vash with tears in her eyes, her voice weak.
".vash."
Her eyes closed again, but did not reopen.
Vash began to breathe heavy. What had happened? How could it have happened?
A low evil laughter faintly rose from the opposite side of the building. Vash looked up past Maryl. There on the ledge, stood Knives. In his arms, he held Milly, a knife pressed firmly against her throat.
Vash walked slowly toward them, still unsure if all of this was really happening. Knives, still laughing, pressed the knife harder, so that Milly screamed. Vash stopped. It was clear that if he came any closer, Milly would be dead.
'Knives don't do this. Knives.'
Knives laughed again.
Vash reached for his gun, surprised he actually had it. He aimed at Knives any place he could with out causing any damage to Milly, or throwing either of them off. Vash aimed and fired, in the same instant, Knives threw down his weapon, and sprung backwards off the edge, bringing Milly with him.
Vash stood, stunned. He lowered his gun, then dropped it altogether. He ran, reaching the edge, almost to afraid to look over. There he saw Milly's mangled body. Blood covered the street below. Vash could look no longer. He turned away and fell to his hands and knees, vomiting as he did so. After a few moments, he controlled his emotions and his stomach for as long as it would take him to untie Maryl and carry her back to her room.