Well let us see about this chappie. Yes, bunny, you and Knives get to talk and I get to show the love between y'all! YAY! I still don't own Trigun or their sex gods. *Ahem* (Vash, Knives, Wolfwood) ^_^ Heh, sorry if this chapter might seem a little spotty. It's mainly because I have a little while to write this and my friend is over so we might have one hell of a fiasco…YAY MONTY PYTHON!!
By the way: My story begins with Terrie and her guy decides to visit her in her dreams. Don't kill me if Knives is a bit OOC. At least they have one thing in common that's soon to be obvious to everyone; they like to try and kill every civilian in my story!! AHH!!
Extra Warning: To anyone who thinks this whole little dream thing is pointless, you're right…it IS pointless. I just thought I'd add it in for bunny 'cuz she was upset the other day about her singing.
On your mark…get set…READ!
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That night, Terrie left to her hotel room, happily counting some of the money she was rewarded for bringing in Fenella. The sheriff only awarded her a little of the bounty, the rest was to be given when the captive was hanging and pronounced dead. After a few minutes and turns, Terrie was soon standing outside the entrance to her room. She unlocked her door and sat on a comfortable chair near the bed, throwing her double-dollars on it. Terrie leaned her head back and closed her eyes, slowly drifting off into sleep. With a cloud of slumber hanging over her, Terrie dreamed of the one man who could love regardless of all the people she killed.
Knives came into her room without a sound to find Terrie sleeping soundly. He crept over to her and began to watch her sleep.
"You look so peaceful." He whispering to her sleeping figure, reaching out to touch her face. The slight sensation of Knives' hand on Terrie's face was enough to wake her up. She glared at him with her sharp eyes until her drowsiness quickly passed, she then relaxed in her chair once again.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I came to see you." Knives replied, "Things are just a little less interesting without you."
"Well, I can't say I'm not happy to see you. I feel like it's been so long since I've seen you."
"How long has it been? A few months, right?"
"It feels longer than that. In fact, it's been too long." Terrie moved closer to Knives and rested her head on his shoulder, "You feel so warm, please tell me your real and you're not going to go away from me again like you did last time. I don't want to face another sudden separation from you. I love you too much to leave."
"Why do you say I feel warm? To my own self, I feel nothing. There's nothing. No remorse for the people whose lives I take, no regret for killing anyone, there's nothing."
"And what about me? Is there nothing too?"
"No, there is something. I can't name it because I'm not sure what it is." Knives took Terrie's right hand in his, "It's possible that I could love you, but there's a little doubt in my mind."
"Doubt?" Terrie lifted her head, "What do you mean?"
"I need proof that this might be real." He said, leaning towards Terrie with his hand pulling her near to him.
Terrie's eyes flew open, bloodshot by the tears she began to cry. She touched her cheek where she felt Knives' hand only to feel her own skin. A tear fell down the side of her face.
'Why am I crying?' she thought to herself, trying to recall the sweet dream she had. She looked over to the bed to see nothing different from when she fell asleep, and then it hit her…she dreamt of him, "Knives" she whispered, "Why did you do that again?"
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'Midnight.' Fenella thought, lying down on the lone bed, 'Alone in a jail cell with three guards standing watch over me. Is that really enough? I mean, aren't they overstretching it just a little? It's not as though I'm about to go on a homicidal rampage, or something. So then why do they need three guards?'
Fenella looked at the guard sitting outside of her cell, he looked deeply interested in the book he was reading. In fact, he didn't even notice Fenella looking at him. The other two were in the front playing poker and, by the looks of it, the short one seemed to be winning.
'I wonder how long it's gonna take those two to realize that their shift is almost over.' She continued thinking to herself, 'This is pathetic. I've already memorized the schedule!' Fenella shot a look at the schedule next to the reading guard, 'That damn thing is definitely gonna get old soon.'
"Isn't there anything to do?" Fenella yelled suddenly.
"Keep it down in there!" the reading guard yelled back.
"Never," she hissed. Fenella stared at the ceiling trying to count something that could help her sleep, but nothing seemed to work. About an hour later, the guards changed, there was still silence, and Fenella was wide-awake. The newer guards were a bit perky compared to the last ones, but somehow they managed to stay quiet by writing to each other. That was one of the setbacks of having female guards. If Fenella didn't go crazy from being in the cell for so long without any sleep, then hearing the loud ticking of someone's watch would.
Soon, the silence became unbearable. The prisoner couldn't take anymore of it, she had to hear something other than writing, ticking, and breathing. Fenella almost began to yell when she heard a door open in the front. The guard closest to the door went over to see what opened it. She quickly stepped outside and then reappeared inside with a priest holding a gun to her back.
"Is it too late for visitors?" he asked, letting go of the guard. She backed against the nearest wall and the priest then motioned the other two women to do the same. Once all three of them were out of the way, Wolfwood found the keys to open Fenella's cell hanging from a hook on a wall. He tossed the keys to Fenella who unlocked her cell while Wolfwood made sure the guards didn't do anything stupid. When Fenella got out, she ran out of the jailhouse with the priest following her closely. Fenella wanted to run in the direction of the hotel, but Wolfwood stopped her from going any further.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
"I'm going back to the hotel to find Vash!" she yelled, trying to go further but the priest grabbed her arm.
"Well, I'm sorry love," Wolfwood said, letting go, "but the insurance girls took him to Mei City after you were taken."
"What? Why?"
"Mainly it's because you got caught. So if you're caught and wanted for association with Vash, then you would know where he is and soon you're beloved would be hanging to his death next to you."
"Wolfwood," Fenella said, "have I ever told you that you have a very bleak outlook on a lot of things?"
"Hundreds of times." he grinned.
"So what do we do now?" sighed Fenella, "Will I ever have the chance to see him again?"
"Of course you will, as soon as we find them. Okay?"
"Fine, but how are we going to get there?"
"We could take a sand steamer. That might work."
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Okie dokie then, I'm done. ::: happy ::: Ooh, I need to find my bottle of asprin. Why? Because I tore my nail all the way down to the flesh the other day. It bled…a lot. Does anyone know how hard it is to write Japanese with an injured index finger on your dominant hand??? I just wanted to share that little bit. Eh, have a nice day everybody!!