Time
&
Time
Again
By: Reo Star
CHAPTER 12: Madness
"Vash! Vash, breathe! Damnit Vash breathe!"
Vash opened his eyes, Maryl was shaking him, and yelling. He sat up and tried to catch his breath.
"Vash? Are you ok? Are you ok now?"
Vash nodded dumbly, still a bit confused.
Maryl sat next to him, Vash new she was upset.
"Vash, what happened?"
Vash shook his head, it was not clear, even to him.
"I'm, not sure. I must have been dreaming. There were these kids and, the town was.."
Vash became silent. Images of the town's people dying flashed in front of him. Suddenly, he felt very sick. Vash quickly got up from his chair and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Maryl shook her head, and turned around in her stool, to face the bar counter.
"What's happening to him? What did he see?"
She spotted a half empty glass of vodka. She grabbed it, and quickly drank it. Maryl slammed the glass down on the counter, cursing as she did so.
"Damn him! DAMN HIM!"
'Why isn't he dead? He should be. I wish Vash had killed the son-of-a- bitch when he had the chance. None of this would have happened if Knives were dead..none of it.'
In a violent rage, Maryl began throwing glasses, tossing over tables, and kicking barstools and chairs. She grabbed one stool, and threw it into the mirrored wall behind the bar counter. All the while screaming, cursing, and damning Knives. She began to throw bottles of wine, and scotch. All of her energy and anger went into the destruction, but it held no logical purpose, and even through her madness, she saw this, but it was now well beyond her control. She couldn't stop herself, she had become possessed by some evil force lurking deep within her heart.
She did not stop.
Even when she felt his arms wrap around her in an effort to calm her,
She did not stop.
Even when he had lifted her off the ground,
She did not stop.
Even when all her kicking and screaming and fighting did nothing,
She did not stop. She could not stop. She did not want to stop.
Not until she had killed him. She wanted to continue to fight until Knives was dead, she would not rest until it was done.
And even when he had knocked her unconcious,
She did not stop.
Her mind continued to hate Knives. In her deepest thoughts, she was still there. Still kicking, still fighting, never stopping. She had gone mad.
&
Time
Again
By: Reo Star
CHAPTER 12: Madness
"Vash! Vash, breathe! Damnit Vash breathe!"
Vash opened his eyes, Maryl was shaking him, and yelling. He sat up and tried to catch his breath.
"Vash? Are you ok? Are you ok now?"
Vash nodded dumbly, still a bit confused.
Maryl sat next to him, Vash new she was upset.
"Vash, what happened?"
Vash shook his head, it was not clear, even to him.
"I'm, not sure. I must have been dreaming. There were these kids and, the town was.."
Vash became silent. Images of the town's people dying flashed in front of him. Suddenly, he felt very sick. Vash quickly got up from his chair and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Maryl shook her head, and turned around in her stool, to face the bar counter.
"What's happening to him? What did he see?"
She spotted a half empty glass of vodka. She grabbed it, and quickly drank it. Maryl slammed the glass down on the counter, cursing as she did so.
"Damn him! DAMN HIM!"
'Why isn't he dead? He should be. I wish Vash had killed the son-of-a- bitch when he had the chance. None of this would have happened if Knives were dead..none of it.'
In a violent rage, Maryl began throwing glasses, tossing over tables, and kicking barstools and chairs. She grabbed one stool, and threw it into the mirrored wall behind the bar counter. All the while screaming, cursing, and damning Knives. She began to throw bottles of wine, and scotch. All of her energy and anger went into the destruction, but it held no logical purpose, and even through her madness, she saw this, but it was now well beyond her control. She couldn't stop herself, she had become possessed by some evil force lurking deep within her heart.
She did not stop.
Even when she felt his arms wrap around her in an effort to calm her,
She did not stop.
Even when he had lifted her off the ground,
She did not stop.
Even when all her kicking and screaming and fighting did nothing,
She did not stop. She could not stop. She did not want to stop.
Not until she had killed him. She wanted to continue to fight until Knives was dead, she would not rest until it was done.
And even when he had knocked her unconcious,
She did not stop.
Her mind continued to hate Knives. In her deepest thoughts, she was still there. Still kicking, still fighting, never stopping. She had gone mad.