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Well I'm writing this chapter before I go to work. I hope you enjoy it. My reviews have dwindled a bit.
Vash followed Knives towards the house with a heavy heart, he wanted so much to make Knives understand how much pain he caused everyone when he made decisions like he had. But Knives had never found someone he could love, I mean, who would fall in love with a genocidal male chauvinist pig who thinks the best way to solve a problem is by killing those who causes it.
He clenched his fist tightly, why was his brother so damn stubborn, he supposed there probably wasn't much he could do about that part in his personality. But one of these days he vowed he'd make Knives see the error of his ways, somehow it would finally plant itself in his mind and change his view of things. He knew this wouldn't be easy, but he was ready for the challenge.
Before they even reached the porch the mayor ran over to them, followed by two guards that appeared to be armed. The mayor had a saddened look on his face as he approached Vash and spoke "Im sorry, but you're not getting away that easily. Vash the Stampede," he paused a moment as if he were trying to avoid the pain it caused him as he said the next line "Im afraid you two will have to be brought into custody, we're arresting you, Vash you're a wanted man, we have to take you in, and Knives… well you just killed a man, that's a high crime son." He nodded to the two guards as they stepped forward.
Knives narrowed his eyes at the men and shook his head "Your not taking us anywhere." He tightened his grip on his gun as his finger slid around to its safety gently pushing it off, then onto the trigger. But before he could cock the weapon he felt a strong grip on his shoulder as Vash intervened.
Vash turned his gaze on his brother glaring again as his eyes fell to the gun Knives was grasping. He clapped Knives on the shoulder giving it a squeeze and spoke "Don't…." he then glanced at the mayor "He's right mayor, we're leaving town, we won't bother you anymore. Please… just, grant us our leave." He waited for the mayor's reply.
The mayor gave a sigh and shook his head "I'm afraid we can't do that for you Vash, it's just no possible. If this would have never happened I'd say we could, but… I can't … I'm sorry."
Meryl watched from the porch of the house with horror as she saw everything happen. When it was all over she felt a bit relieved that Vash was ok and that the ordeal was over. But when she saw Knives stand and act like everything was fine, and that he seemed perfectly happy about his work, her blood began to boil. As they approached the house she planned on socking that man a strong, right hook to the jaw.
She found that the mayor had beaten her to stopping them in their tracks and she stood back and merely listened to their conversation. She could see Knives' left hand tighten about his gun feeling a bit fearful about what was going to happen next. She was relieved to see Vash take hold of Knives' shoulder and stop him. Knives usually shot with his right hand, with this thought she dropped her eyes to his right hand seeing how mangled and swollen his wrist seemed. She winced at this, that's why he'd screamed out like he did, and that sickening bone snapping sound was from him.
She sort of wondered if he could shoot straight with his left hand to begin with, he'd have to because his right could not support the weight of the gun, and the kick from it would be very painful. She just hoped he couldn't shoot straight, especially when she heard the Mayor decline Vash's plea.
Her heart sank, Vash was going to prison, and anything could be done about him. Had the people known that Vash saved them they wouldn't think twice about letting him go. But they hadn't known the full and true story of what went on with him and his brother, so he still remained a criminal even though he was a hero. She shuddered to think about what could happen to him because of his name, because of the bounty he'd gotten. She forced back tears that threatened to fall. Knives she didn't care about, he deserved to be locked away, he was ruthless, and sadly he'd probably devise a way to get out of the situation, leaving behind many civilian casualties.
Her eyes narrowed once more as they fell to Knives, watching him carefully since Vash's attention was on the guards. Vash seemed perfectly fine with spending some time in jail, though she wasn't sure why he'd allow them to do that, he hadn't killed the boy, and he'd stopped the conflict. It was Knives they really wanted. She watched Knives, No, he didn't seem like he wanted to sit in a cell all-night or longer, and he wasn't going to give in like Vash was planning to. Then what they didn't want to happen did. Before she could mention anything to Vash, Knives gun swung up and took aim on the mayor, a slight click was heard in between there.
Knives growled slightly, how dare these vermin think they can just order two superior beings around. Their laws do not abide by them; they couldn't and wouldn't lock either him or his brother away, not while he could do something about it. He ignored Vash and moved his thumb to the hammer of his gun as he gripped it and pulled it back, while bringing his hand up and raising the gun to the mayor's forehead. He smirked some, but apparently the click of his gun being cocked got someone's attention, before he could fire off a shot he felt a gun barrel pressed to his temple.
He narrowed his eyes some, not wavering from his stance on the mayor, his gun never faltering from its target. His eyes never left the frightened face of the mayor, he could hear the two guards react and pull their weapons, a bit too late. He then spoke "Vash, why are you stopping me? Haven't you been trying to avoid capture? Why give in to these Vermin now?" He asked with a tone of annoyance.
Vash heaved a sigh as he heard the mayor turn him down and nodded some as the guard stepped forward once more with a pair of handcuffs. He was about to put out his wrists when a click resounded in his mind, he quickly reached for his weapon and curled his fingers about the handle of the weapon and drew it forth. He lifted it quickly to place it in Knives' temple area, the click of his gun resounded shortly after his brothers' had. Sure enough Knives was pointing at the mayor.
He then listened as Knives questioned his second intervention "Knives, you've caused enough damage already, just give in and take some jail time. As far as my capture goes, I don't mind being taken in really, I'm sick of running. Knives, give in, I'm pretty sure the men will kill you if you fire."
Knives smirked some "What are you going to do Vash, you said you're sure about the guards, but what if they miss? You've got your gun drawn brother, what are you going to do with it?"
His eyes softened some as the question struck him, what would he do, could he bring himself to shooting his own brother just so others would not end up dead. He frowned and shook his head "Don't make me have to find out Knives… I'm pretty sure I'd do everything in my part to ensure everyone is safe. Please… just give in." He looks to the mayor and nods towards his brother's gun.
Knives smirked again "Sure Vash, I'll behave… I won't kill anyone."
The mayor stepped forward and looked into Knives' gaze searching to see if he'd do anything. What he got in return sent shivers down his spine; the cold depthless gaze of Knives was enough to freeze someone in their tracks. He turned his eyes away and grasped the gun Knives was holding in his left hand and took it from him. Luckily Knives easily released the weapon and lowered his hand to his side. Just as Knives was unarmed both guards ran in to take custody of him.
Vash kept his gun pressed his Knives' forehead to ensure that he wouldn't attempt anything, and he was surprised to see that Knives listened, released his gun and was taken into custody. He sighed and lowered his gun but did not put it away, and watched the mayor walk over to Vash with a nod.
Knives glanced towards Vash and gave an evil grin "But that never meant that you wouldn't." His eyes widened some as he focused on the plant energies that coursed through Vash and forced them into the weapon he held.
Vash's eyes widened some as he could feel the warm tingly sensation he always got as his angel arm was charging and beginning to form. He fought back the energy to the best of his abilities, but somehow Knives could always manipulate it to his will. He growled and held his wrist tightly as the paneling on the gun shaft broke and fell off, the cylinder inside hummed a bit as it spun, energy leaping from it in streaks of lightning. He turned his head away as he took a step back, his arm jerked and began to expand into the fleshy beam cannon known as an "angel arm."
He fell to one knee as he tried to fight back but to no avail, he could always push away Legato's hold on him, but his brother was more powerful. It was because they were plants, tied to each other by blood; it was because they were brothers that Knives had the ability to control him.
He winced a bit as energy began to build up in one spot on the barrel of the angel arm. He opened one eye and glanced down the barrel at it seeing a ball of energy slowly building up in size in the middle of a flesh built cage in the center of the arm. It was being activated too quickly, he had to do something, something to hinder it. He had to stop this from occurring before it was too late. The beam would kill everyone in sight except him and his brother. Meryl, Millie, the mayor, and the towns people, they'd all die.
He could hear horrified screams in the background as the townspeople saw the bright light flash and pulsate within his angel arm. They knew what would happen, they've heard enough to know the devastation that ensued afterwards. He willed every bit of his strength into stopping this from occurring, and he found that the power being drawn began to falter slightly, but would it be enough.
Knives laughed at his brother's attempts as he forced the two guards away from him and stood gazing evilly towards his brother "YES! Your own power will be their undoing!!"
That's the end of the seventh chapter. Heh yes, cliffhanger! Mwahahahaha! Now R&R if you wish to see the next chapter!! Though I'll probably post it anyway. *Sigh* ~_^
Well I'm writing this chapter before I go to work. I hope you enjoy it. My reviews have dwindled a bit.
Vash followed Knives towards the house with a heavy heart, he wanted so much to make Knives understand how much pain he caused everyone when he made decisions like he had. But Knives had never found someone he could love, I mean, who would fall in love with a genocidal male chauvinist pig who thinks the best way to solve a problem is by killing those who causes it.
He clenched his fist tightly, why was his brother so damn stubborn, he supposed there probably wasn't much he could do about that part in his personality. But one of these days he vowed he'd make Knives see the error of his ways, somehow it would finally plant itself in his mind and change his view of things. He knew this wouldn't be easy, but he was ready for the challenge.
Before they even reached the porch the mayor ran over to them, followed by two guards that appeared to be armed. The mayor had a saddened look on his face as he approached Vash and spoke "Im sorry, but you're not getting away that easily. Vash the Stampede," he paused a moment as if he were trying to avoid the pain it caused him as he said the next line "Im afraid you two will have to be brought into custody, we're arresting you, Vash you're a wanted man, we have to take you in, and Knives… well you just killed a man, that's a high crime son." He nodded to the two guards as they stepped forward.
Knives narrowed his eyes at the men and shook his head "Your not taking us anywhere." He tightened his grip on his gun as his finger slid around to its safety gently pushing it off, then onto the trigger. But before he could cock the weapon he felt a strong grip on his shoulder as Vash intervened.
Vash turned his gaze on his brother glaring again as his eyes fell to the gun Knives was grasping. He clapped Knives on the shoulder giving it a squeeze and spoke "Don't…." he then glanced at the mayor "He's right mayor, we're leaving town, we won't bother you anymore. Please… just, grant us our leave." He waited for the mayor's reply.
The mayor gave a sigh and shook his head "I'm afraid we can't do that for you Vash, it's just no possible. If this would have never happened I'd say we could, but… I can't … I'm sorry."
Meryl watched from the porch of the house with horror as she saw everything happen. When it was all over she felt a bit relieved that Vash was ok and that the ordeal was over. But when she saw Knives stand and act like everything was fine, and that he seemed perfectly happy about his work, her blood began to boil. As they approached the house she planned on socking that man a strong, right hook to the jaw.
She found that the mayor had beaten her to stopping them in their tracks and she stood back and merely listened to their conversation. She could see Knives' left hand tighten about his gun feeling a bit fearful about what was going to happen next. She was relieved to see Vash take hold of Knives' shoulder and stop him. Knives usually shot with his right hand, with this thought she dropped her eyes to his right hand seeing how mangled and swollen his wrist seemed. She winced at this, that's why he'd screamed out like he did, and that sickening bone snapping sound was from him.
She sort of wondered if he could shoot straight with his left hand to begin with, he'd have to because his right could not support the weight of the gun, and the kick from it would be very painful. She just hoped he couldn't shoot straight, especially when she heard the Mayor decline Vash's plea.
Her heart sank, Vash was going to prison, and anything could be done about him. Had the people known that Vash saved them they wouldn't think twice about letting him go. But they hadn't known the full and true story of what went on with him and his brother, so he still remained a criminal even though he was a hero. She shuddered to think about what could happen to him because of his name, because of the bounty he'd gotten. She forced back tears that threatened to fall. Knives she didn't care about, he deserved to be locked away, he was ruthless, and sadly he'd probably devise a way to get out of the situation, leaving behind many civilian casualties.
Her eyes narrowed once more as they fell to Knives, watching him carefully since Vash's attention was on the guards. Vash seemed perfectly fine with spending some time in jail, though she wasn't sure why he'd allow them to do that, he hadn't killed the boy, and he'd stopped the conflict. It was Knives they really wanted. She watched Knives, No, he didn't seem like he wanted to sit in a cell all-night or longer, and he wasn't going to give in like Vash was planning to. Then what they didn't want to happen did. Before she could mention anything to Vash, Knives gun swung up and took aim on the mayor, a slight click was heard in between there.
Knives growled slightly, how dare these vermin think they can just order two superior beings around. Their laws do not abide by them; they couldn't and wouldn't lock either him or his brother away, not while he could do something about it. He ignored Vash and moved his thumb to the hammer of his gun as he gripped it and pulled it back, while bringing his hand up and raising the gun to the mayor's forehead. He smirked some, but apparently the click of his gun being cocked got someone's attention, before he could fire off a shot he felt a gun barrel pressed to his temple.
He narrowed his eyes some, not wavering from his stance on the mayor, his gun never faltering from its target. His eyes never left the frightened face of the mayor, he could hear the two guards react and pull their weapons, a bit too late. He then spoke "Vash, why are you stopping me? Haven't you been trying to avoid capture? Why give in to these Vermin now?" He asked with a tone of annoyance.
Vash heaved a sigh as he heard the mayor turn him down and nodded some as the guard stepped forward once more with a pair of handcuffs. He was about to put out his wrists when a click resounded in his mind, he quickly reached for his weapon and curled his fingers about the handle of the weapon and drew it forth. He lifted it quickly to place it in Knives' temple area, the click of his gun resounded shortly after his brothers' had. Sure enough Knives was pointing at the mayor.
He then listened as Knives questioned his second intervention "Knives, you've caused enough damage already, just give in and take some jail time. As far as my capture goes, I don't mind being taken in really, I'm sick of running. Knives, give in, I'm pretty sure the men will kill you if you fire."
Knives smirked some "What are you going to do Vash, you said you're sure about the guards, but what if they miss? You've got your gun drawn brother, what are you going to do with it?"
His eyes softened some as the question struck him, what would he do, could he bring himself to shooting his own brother just so others would not end up dead. He frowned and shook his head "Don't make me have to find out Knives… I'm pretty sure I'd do everything in my part to ensure everyone is safe. Please… just give in." He looks to the mayor and nods towards his brother's gun.
Knives smirked again "Sure Vash, I'll behave… I won't kill anyone."
The mayor stepped forward and looked into Knives' gaze searching to see if he'd do anything. What he got in return sent shivers down his spine; the cold depthless gaze of Knives was enough to freeze someone in their tracks. He turned his eyes away and grasped the gun Knives was holding in his left hand and took it from him. Luckily Knives easily released the weapon and lowered his hand to his side. Just as Knives was unarmed both guards ran in to take custody of him.
Vash kept his gun pressed his Knives' forehead to ensure that he wouldn't attempt anything, and he was surprised to see that Knives listened, released his gun and was taken into custody. He sighed and lowered his gun but did not put it away, and watched the mayor walk over to Vash with a nod.
Knives glanced towards Vash and gave an evil grin "But that never meant that you wouldn't." His eyes widened some as he focused on the plant energies that coursed through Vash and forced them into the weapon he held.
Vash's eyes widened some as he could feel the warm tingly sensation he always got as his angel arm was charging and beginning to form. He fought back the energy to the best of his abilities, but somehow Knives could always manipulate it to his will. He growled and held his wrist tightly as the paneling on the gun shaft broke and fell off, the cylinder inside hummed a bit as it spun, energy leaping from it in streaks of lightning. He turned his head away as he took a step back, his arm jerked and began to expand into the fleshy beam cannon known as an "angel arm."
He fell to one knee as he tried to fight back but to no avail, he could always push away Legato's hold on him, but his brother was more powerful. It was because they were plants, tied to each other by blood; it was because they were brothers that Knives had the ability to control him.
He winced a bit as energy began to build up in one spot on the barrel of the angel arm. He opened one eye and glanced down the barrel at it seeing a ball of energy slowly building up in size in the middle of a flesh built cage in the center of the arm. It was being activated too quickly, he had to do something, something to hinder it. He had to stop this from occurring before it was too late. The beam would kill everyone in sight except him and his brother. Meryl, Millie, the mayor, and the towns people, they'd all die.
He could hear horrified screams in the background as the townspeople saw the bright light flash and pulsate within his angel arm. They knew what would happen, they've heard enough to know the devastation that ensued afterwards. He willed every bit of his strength into stopping this from occurring, and he found that the power being drawn began to falter slightly, but would it be enough.
Knives laughed at his brother's attempts as he forced the two guards away from him and stood gazing evilly towards his brother "YES! Your own power will be their undoing!!"
That's the end of the seventh chapter. Heh yes, cliffhanger! Mwahahahaha! Now R&R if you wish to see the next chapter!! Though I'll probably post it anyway. *Sigh* ~_^