Trigun: Agony
A/N & Disclaimer: Like I said, I don't own Trigun. Oh, and apparently, I heard from a trusted source that Trigun: Almighty is not a sequel to Trigun, and Trigun the anime is COMPLETELY different than the manga ( I had a feeling about that....) So my sequel is perfectly fine...In a sense....Yasuhiro Nightow, if you find this, please don't kill me! Kill my personalities! It was all their idea! I could use less voices in my head....Well, anyway...here's Chapter 4! Enjoy!
Chapter 4: Farewell, Friend
Milly could've sworn she heard a gunshot, then some yelling, and then another gunshot. But the music from the celebration made her mind doubt what she heard, although her heart told her otherwise.
It was like a knife of grief had stabbed her through the heart, a pain she knew all to well from before. Someone close to her was gone.
She ran back to the place they were staying.
"Merle!! Merle, Vash! Are you guys okay?!" she screamed down the dirt road, her long brown hair trailing out behind her as she ran.
She slowed when she saw the door open and Vash step out from inside the house. "Vash! You're okay!" She said as she jogged over to him. She tried peering over his shoulder. "Where's Merle? Is she alright?"
Vash pushed her lightly in the shoulder, away from the open doorway behind him. "Merle is gone."
Milly couldn't see his eyes. They were blocked by the orange-yellow lens of the glasses he seldom wore. But there was something about his voice...It was so cold it sent chills down her spine and gave her goose bumps...And yet, at the same time, tears filled her eyes and flowed down her cheeks, because she knew he was right.
She didn't want to believe it, though. She had to see it for herself. /Merle can't be dead! She can't! Not after everything we've been through! This has got to be a joke!...Or a bad dream...,/ she thought to herself as she used all her strength to push Vash aside and stumbled into the room, scanning it frantically.
Her eyes grew wide and her hand flew up to cover her mouth where her jaw had dropped. A large pool of blood surrounded the base of the bar stool Merle sat on. If it wasn't for the dripping scarlet, one would've thought that she was simply a drunk that had passed out on the bar counter, but the ever widening puddle told the observant eye otherwise.
Milly fell to her knees. This couldn't be happening! First the one she loved, now her best friend...Why was life so cruel! None of the advice from her older siblings could help her now. She was too embedded in grief to even think of any past wisdom they had eagerly offered her. Her eyes were blank as the tears flowed unobstructed down her cheeks.
And then a thought came to mind. A thought she never would've guessed was her own. Under normal circumstances, anyway. She pushed it away. She didn't want it to exist. It wasn't hers. She was better than that....And yet...It floated to the front of her thoughts again.
It was better than this. It was definately better than this. The ones she loved were dropping like flies (please excuse the cliche) and the last friend she had left was now more ice than anything else. It was the only thing that would end her pain.
She pushed herself off the floor onto wobbling knees and headed out the door. She knew what she had to do.
A good (or should I say "bad") fifteen minutes later, a yellowish blur fell from atop the largest tower in the area. Vash watched with a heart of stone and a mind as numb as ice. After the blur stopped when it reached the ground, and a loud "snap" echoed off the surrounding buildings, Vash turned and walked away, his subconscious screaming at him, telling him he could've saved her. But he was deaf to it. He was deaf to everything. The last of the snap that echoed around the city resembled the one he had heard in his mind not to long before. Now he would live up to his reputation as Vash the Stampede, the horrible killing machine known as the Human Typhoon.
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A/N: Dammit! I know, another short chapter. I don't care if you think Milly is OC! This is my fanfic, and it could happen!...maybe....anyway, I'll write more soon. Love and Peace!
Preview: The man with ice for eyes and stone for a heart wandered the desert in search of something to do with a life that meant nothing. When your mind is numb, and your heart is cold, what happens to the part of you that was once warm? Does it freeze forever, locked in the ice, or can it be thawed out? This man is numb to all, and some blood on the sand causes him as much grief as eating a sandwich.
Chapter 5: A Heart So Cold
A/N & Disclaimer: Like I said, I don't own Trigun. Oh, and apparently, I heard from a trusted source that Trigun: Almighty is not a sequel to Trigun, and Trigun the anime is COMPLETELY different than the manga ( I had a feeling about that....) So my sequel is perfectly fine...In a sense....Yasuhiro Nightow, if you find this, please don't kill me! Kill my personalities! It was all their idea! I could use less voices in my head....Well, anyway...here's Chapter 4! Enjoy!
Chapter 4: Farewell, Friend
Milly could've sworn she heard a gunshot, then some yelling, and then another gunshot. But the music from the celebration made her mind doubt what she heard, although her heart told her otherwise.
It was like a knife of grief had stabbed her through the heart, a pain she knew all to well from before. Someone close to her was gone.
She ran back to the place they were staying.
"Merle!! Merle, Vash! Are you guys okay?!" she screamed down the dirt road, her long brown hair trailing out behind her as she ran.
She slowed when she saw the door open and Vash step out from inside the house. "Vash! You're okay!" She said as she jogged over to him. She tried peering over his shoulder. "Where's Merle? Is she alright?"
Vash pushed her lightly in the shoulder, away from the open doorway behind him. "Merle is gone."
Milly couldn't see his eyes. They were blocked by the orange-yellow lens of the glasses he seldom wore. But there was something about his voice...It was so cold it sent chills down her spine and gave her goose bumps...And yet, at the same time, tears filled her eyes and flowed down her cheeks, because she knew he was right.
She didn't want to believe it, though. She had to see it for herself. /Merle can't be dead! She can't! Not after everything we've been through! This has got to be a joke!...Or a bad dream...,/ she thought to herself as she used all her strength to push Vash aside and stumbled into the room, scanning it frantically.
Her eyes grew wide and her hand flew up to cover her mouth where her jaw had dropped. A large pool of blood surrounded the base of the bar stool Merle sat on. If it wasn't for the dripping scarlet, one would've thought that she was simply a drunk that had passed out on the bar counter, but the ever widening puddle told the observant eye otherwise.
Milly fell to her knees. This couldn't be happening! First the one she loved, now her best friend...Why was life so cruel! None of the advice from her older siblings could help her now. She was too embedded in grief to even think of any past wisdom they had eagerly offered her. Her eyes were blank as the tears flowed unobstructed down her cheeks.
And then a thought came to mind. A thought she never would've guessed was her own. Under normal circumstances, anyway. She pushed it away. She didn't want it to exist. It wasn't hers. She was better than that....And yet...It floated to the front of her thoughts again.
It was better than this. It was definately better than this. The ones she loved were dropping like flies (please excuse the cliche) and the last friend she had left was now more ice than anything else. It was the only thing that would end her pain.
She pushed herself off the floor onto wobbling knees and headed out the door. She knew what she had to do.
A good (or should I say "bad") fifteen minutes later, a yellowish blur fell from atop the largest tower in the area. Vash watched with a heart of stone and a mind as numb as ice. After the blur stopped when it reached the ground, and a loud "snap" echoed off the surrounding buildings, Vash turned and walked away, his subconscious screaming at him, telling him he could've saved her. But he was deaf to it. He was deaf to everything. The last of the snap that echoed around the city resembled the one he had heard in his mind not to long before. Now he would live up to his reputation as Vash the Stampede, the horrible killing machine known as the Human Typhoon.
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A/N: Dammit! I know, another short chapter. I don't care if you think Milly is OC! This is my fanfic, and it could happen!...maybe....anyway, I'll write more soon. Love and Peace!
Preview: The man with ice for eyes and stone for a heart wandered the desert in search of something to do with a life that meant nothing. When your mind is numb, and your heart is cold, what happens to the part of you that was once warm? Does it freeze forever, locked in the ice, or can it be thawed out? This man is numb to all, and some blood on the sand causes him as much grief as eating a sandwich.
Chapter 5: A Heart So Cold
