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Well, its been quite a while since I've posted, *Curses at FF.NET* but here's the next chapter.
Vash clenched his jaw as he looked for options, there weren't many except to do what he did last time he almost blew up a city with his angel arm. He glanced quickly from the corner of his eyes to his left arm and triggered the mechanisms in the arm to produce his hidden gun. The arm clanked and clicked into place as mechanical parts moved around switching his hand to that of an automatic weapon concealed there. Once the weapon was drawn he raised his hand, bending his elbow and aimed for the angel arm then opened fire.
Pain wrenched through him breaking through the confusion and stress he was feeling in trying to stop himself. It over powered him as he turned his head away and continued to fire at his own arm. The flesh on an angel arm is extremely sensitive; being shot at close range continuously is extremely painful and nearly impossible to hold. But Vash continued to force himself through the pain in order to stop the arm.
When he could no longer take the pain he stopped his assault and dropped his arm only to gaze at the weapon. He'd managed to stop the energy flow to the orb that was steadily growing in size and he heaved a sigh. If energy flow had ceased maybe the weapon would not fire. To his dismay this was not true, he knew that if the weapon would not fire it would dissipate and return to his arm, but it didn't. Instead the energy began to push itself into the barrel to be fired.
His eyes widened in horror at the rate the energy was being forced into the barrel, he wasn't sure he could gather enough strength to push his arm up and out of harms way to stop the arm from firing. He felt helpless, what could he do, Knives was . He could feel time slow as that thought remained in his mind, everything seemed to move in slow motion, people running, others ducking to the ground, the energy growing brighter as it grew closer to the end of the weapon. Knives stood there smirking to himself, from afar he saw how small the color of Knives eyes seemed, he was focusing, focusing and forcing the energy that was built to fire.
From out of nowhere he felt someone's hands on his arm, his angel arm. The strength and determination from them was forced into their next move as the cannon fired. The beam of energy shone brightly as it exited the barrel and lit up the sky. His arm had been pushed up in time to fire into the sky saving the people below. It wasn't over just yet, he remember the last time, there was a shock wave to come yet as the cannon dispersed the last bit of energy.
The cannon kicked hard thrusting Vash and his helper back and into the dirt, then a wave cascaded over the small town and took the tops of homes off, making them crumble in its wake. Dust flew up from the ground as posts were wracked by the hit, and things were quickly destroyed. Luckily most of the people who were on the ground were unharmed, others were forced to the ground by the wake as it shook the surroundings.
Many were blown away, most likely to survive with just some broken bones, bruises or other wounds, unless something collapsed on them. Knives in fact had been forced back but he was still standing somehow, the mayor and his guards had been forced to the ground, unscathed. Meryl.. MERYL! Where was she!? He looked around frantically in search of her. A small cough sounded from beside him, it sounded feminine. He then looked to the person who fell beside him. It was Meryl, the one who had reacted in time to save everyone from him was Meryl. He smiled some feeling relieved that she was ok, and that she had not been harmed.
Two cold blue orbs watched on with delight as his brother struggled to find a way to save everyone, that fool, some would die regardless of his efforts. But his plan was interrupted by that. that PET of his, it made his smile turn to a tight snarl. It would have worked perfectly, he and his brother would be the ones left, his pets would be destroyed, and their friends here would be gone. Then nothing could get in the way of his plan to manipulate his brother into doing his biding. But now that was destroyed in a mere split second race against time.
He clenched his fists and raised his eyes as the beam vanished into the atmosphere never to be seen, and only to destroy a useless star or a small uninhabitable planet. His gaze glanced around the remains of the town, surveying the damage and taking in the possibilities of making it worse. A smirk crossed his lips as his eyes fell upon the guards nearby.
His eyes widened again as he began to focus on their mental energies, as he created a link to their minds grasping the fibers of their conscious with icy "fingers". He then twisted and pulled those fibers tightly creating a strong force almost like a mental vice as the two guards reacted and recoiled in pain letting out a small cry of pain before they were silenced. Enough pressure was forced onto their minds to cause their heads to burst in a bloody mass; the sand around them became stained crimson.
He moved quickly heading towards one of the fallen guards and kneeled beside the body grasping the gun that was still in his hand and prying the fingers from the handle. He picked up the weapon and moved his gaze to the fallen mayor, the fool wasn't watching behind him, instead he was trying to shift away from Vash. Get away from Vash when someone much more dangerous was right behind him, typical of a stupid vermin.
He raised his left hand and lifted his thumb to the hammer on the small hand gun he held, it was relatively lighter than his revolver, but it would prove easier to fire with is left hand. He smirked some and took aim at the back of the mayor's head and gave one last glance to Vash with a cruel grin on his face. He wasn't about the let the mayor keep his weapon, no he was determined to get his revolver back. He tightened his finger on the trigger slowly.
His wonderful smile disappeared when he picked up the muffled sounds of something fleshy exploding. He lifted his gaze and saw the two guards fall to their knees then to the dirt; the bloody display was enough to make your stomach churn. Why was Knives doing this, he didn't have to kill them, they were too frightened to even try to touch either of them. His eyes darkened at this sight, the senseless killing, he clenched his fists as knives rose from his position by the first body. In his hand was a gun in which he pointed at the mayor as a shrill click was heard as it was cocked.
"Knives. NO!!!" he saw his brothers smirk towards him then watched as the trigger was pulled. The sound of gunfire followed by the sound of metal piercing bone and tissue made his spirit sink, it made him sick to hear it. The splatter of blood on his face and the ground didn't help how he was feeling, and he watched the mayor painfully fall to the dirt never to get up again. There was a clean bullet hole in the back of his head, the sight of that friendly man in that state, having such a death by the hand of his brother made his blood boil.
He turned his head away and closed his eyes as tears began to fall down his cheeks; his fingers grasped at the dirt and dug in. He opened his eyes and stared at his gun by his hand, the sound of footsteps approaching him made him pause. He looked up at Knives as his brother knelt to pick up his gun and smiled wryly as he muttered to Vash "I had to get my gun back dear brother."
He felt like hitting Knives, knocking him to the sand and hurting him for what he's done, but he pushed that aside and shook his head " Knives, you.. You said you wouldn't kill anyone!!" His aquamarine gaze was pained as he spoke these words to Knives, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind that Knives would never have kept his word. He glanced at the ground then back again as a laugh resounded from Knives "Oh, pity, seems that I've forgotten about that." His brow furrows as his brother smiles maniacally and stands, casting a shadow over both he and Meryl.
He clenched his fists as he contained the anger the welled up inside from Knives comment, it was infuriating how he could easily take a life and not care about who he effected. That man had a family, a growing daughter and a lovely wife, they had a happy life together and now that was shattered because Knives decided that killing the mayor would be the only way to retrieve his gun. His temper flared at this, and what about those two boys, the one he killed was obviously well missed, the brother was devastated emotionally and the family was in tears. The mass pain he caused, plus with the eruption of his angel arm caused the whole town to be in an uproar, he could feel the gazes of the many people in town glaring coldly at the pair as the short amount of time passed between them.
Blindly he lunged at his brother, which in turn startled Knives as surprise riddled his once malicious gaze. He connected hard at Knives middle and threw him to the ground as they rolled once maybe twice in the sand. Knives was under him as he picked himself up and pinned his brother before he could thrash. Knives then attempted at shaking Vash off and struggled underneath him. Vash didn't realize his actions at this time, his anger had been pushed to far, his hand moved to his brother's wounded shoulder as he drove his thumb into the wound causing Knives to call out in agony and cease his struggle. Blood seeped through his shirt and dampened his thumb, staining his glove a slight crimson on the pad of his thumb.
The scream from his brother brought him back to reality as he focused and dropped his gaze to his brother's face. Seeing the fear in his eyes and the pain stricken features of his brother made him gasp and pull his hand back. He cradled the wrist in his other hand as if he'd burned himself and slowly started to stand and back away. He'd hurt Knives, his thumb had torn flesh and muscle in the wound and now he would have more complications, it would need to heal itself again as it continued to bleed, the crimson spot there slowly starting to grow outward.
He backed away from his brother as Knives sat up and grasped his shoulder with a growl, his gaze low as he winced from the pain throbbing through his body. He sat there a moment silent and not looking up at Vash. Vash shook his head at what he'd done, he couldn't believe he'd actually lashed out and lost control. He didn't want to imagine what would have happened had he not come back to reality. His eyes drifted to Knives gun that lay in arms reach of where they fell. He lowered his eyes and returned to Meryl's side, as a shadow seemed to fall over his eyes to hide his emotions.
Meryl glanced up at Vash and saw the pain in his features; he'd hurt Knives and lost control of his actions. If willed he probably could have killed Knives then, luckily that didn't happen, or Vash would never have forgiven himself. He would be a wreck, scarred for the rest of his life never to live it down. He'd let it hang over him like a black cloud, and continuously beat himself up for it. Because that's just how Vash was, he punished himself for things, more than what was needed at times.
She reached up and let her hand gently touch his face as he kneeled to her, her fingers gently caressing his cheek trying to get some sort of response. "Vash. its ok, that reaction is normal, In fact he deserved that and worse, please Vash don't take it so hard." When Vash spoke next it was laced with hatred, hatred for himself and what he did "He's my brother, and no matter what he did I should have never hurt him like that. Maybe he deserves certain things, but as his brother I shouldn't carry them out, I'm just falling to his level, causing pain to others." She watched as he turned his gaze away and picked up his gun unsure of what to say to that she just kept quiet and slowly dropped her hand to the sand beside her.
She caught the glint of something from the corner of her eyes; she quickly turned her gaze over Vash's shoulder. Her eyes widened some at the sight, Knives was standing, and he looked pissed, that cold look in his eyes was riddled with anger, hatred, pain, and the means of revenge. She'd see that in his eyes before, when he looked at a human that was the gaze he gave them. She saw that in his left hand was his black revolver, and it seemed like slow motion as his thumb lifted and a shrill click was heard as the weapon was cocked and aimed for Vash. When she heard the weapon fire her heart leapt into her throat. Mwahahaha another cliffhanger! Well enjoy, hopefully I'll have the next chapter up so you know what happens! R&R Please!!
Well, its been quite a while since I've posted, *Curses at FF.NET* but here's the next chapter.
Vash clenched his jaw as he looked for options, there weren't many except to do what he did last time he almost blew up a city with his angel arm. He glanced quickly from the corner of his eyes to his left arm and triggered the mechanisms in the arm to produce his hidden gun. The arm clanked and clicked into place as mechanical parts moved around switching his hand to that of an automatic weapon concealed there. Once the weapon was drawn he raised his hand, bending his elbow and aimed for the angel arm then opened fire.
Pain wrenched through him breaking through the confusion and stress he was feeling in trying to stop himself. It over powered him as he turned his head away and continued to fire at his own arm. The flesh on an angel arm is extremely sensitive; being shot at close range continuously is extremely painful and nearly impossible to hold. But Vash continued to force himself through the pain in order to stop the arm.
When he could no longer take the pain he stopped his assault and dropped his arm only to gaze at the weapon. He'd managed to stop the energy flow to the orb that was steadily growing in size and he heaved a sigh. If energy flow had ceased maybe the weapon would not fire. To his dismay this was not true, he knew that if the weapon would not fire it would dissipate and return to his arm, but it didn't. Instead the energy began to push itself into the barrel to be fired.
His eyes widened in horror at the rate the energy was being forced into the barrel, he wasn't sure he could gather enough strength to push his arm up and out of harms way to stop the arm from firing. He felt helpless, what could he do, Knives was . He could feel time slow as that thought remained in his mind, everything seemed to move in slow motion, people running, others ducking to the ground, the energy growing brighter as it grew closer to the end of the weapon. Knives stood there smirking to himself, from afar he saw how small the color of Knives eyes seemed, he was focusing, focusing and forcing the energy that was built to fire.
From out of nowhere he felt someone's hands on his arm, his angel arm. The strength and determination from them was forced into their next move as the cannon fired. The beam of energy shone brightly as it exited the barrel and lit up the sky. His arm had been pushed up in time to fire into the sky saving the people below. It wasn't over just yet, he remember the last time, there was a shock wave to come yet as the cannon dispersed the last bit of energy.
The cannon kicked hard thrusting Vash and his helper back and into the dirt, then a wave cascaded over the small town and took the tops of homes off, making them crumble in its wake. Dust flew up from the ground as posts were wracked by the hit, and things were quickly destroyed. Luckily most of the people who were on the ground were unharmed, others were forced to the ground by the wake as it shook the surroundings.
Many were blown away, most likely to survive with just some broken bones, bruises or other wounds, unless something collapsed on them. Knives in fact had been forced back but he was still standing somehow, the mayor and his guards had been forced to the ground, unscathed. Meryl.. MERYL! Where was she!? He looked around frantically in search of her. A small cough sounded from beside him, it sounded feminine. He then looked to the person who fell beside him. It was Meryl, the one who had reacted in time to save everyone from him was Meryl. He smiled some feeling relieved that she was ok, and that she had not been harmed.
Two cold blue orbs watched on with delight as his brother struggled to find a way to save everyone, that fool, some would die regardless of his efforts. But his plan was interrupted by that. that PET of his, it made his smile turn to a tight snarl. It would have worked perfectly, he and his brother would be the ones left, his pets would be destroyed, and their friends here would be gone. Then nothing could get in the way of his plan to manipulate his brother into doing his biding. But now that was destroyed in a mere split second race against time.
He clenched his fists and raised his eyes as the beam vanished into the atmosphere never to be seen, and only to destroy a useless star or a small uninhabitable planet. His gaze glanced around the remains of the town, surveying the damage and taking in the possibilities of making it worse. A smirk crossed his lips as his eyes fell upon the guards nearby.
His eyes widened again as he began to focus on their mental energies, as he created a link to their minds grasping the fibers of their conscious with icy "fingers". He then twisted and pulled those fibers tightly creating a strong force almost like a mental vice as the two guards reacted and recoiled in pain letting out a small cry of pain before they were silenced. Enough pressure was forced onto their minds to cause their heads to burst in a bloody mass; the sand around them became stained crimson.
He moved quickly heading towards one of the fallen guards and kneeled beside the body grasping the gun that was still in his hand and prying the fingers from the handle. He picked up the weapon and moved his gaze to the fallen mayor, the fool wasn't watching behind him, instead he was trying to shift away from Vash. Get away from Vash when someone much more dangerous was right behind him, typical of a stupid vermin.
He raised his left hand and lifted his thumb to the hammer on the small hand gun he held, it was relatively lighter than his revolver, but it would prove easier to fire with is left hand. He smirked some and took aim at the back of the mayor's head and gave one last glance to Vash with a cruel grin on his face. He wasn't about the let the mayor keep his weapon, no he was determined to get his revolver back. He tightened his finger on the trigger slowly.
His wonderful smile disappeared when he picked up the muffled sounds of something fleshy exploding. He lifted his gaze and saw the two guards fall to their knees then to the dirt; the bloody display was enough to make your stomach churn. Why was Knives doing this, he didn't have to kill them, they were too frightened to even try to touch either of them. His eyes darkened at this sight, the senseless killing, he clenched his fists as knives rose from his position by the first body. In his hand was a gun in which he pointed at the mayor as a shrill click was heard as it was cocked.
"Knives. NO!!!" he saw his brothers smirk towards him then watched as the trigger was pulled. The sound of gunfire followed by the sound of metal piercing bone and tissue made his spirit sink, it made him sick to hear it. The splatter of blood on his face and the ground didn't help how he was feeling, and he watched the mayor painfully fall to the dirt never to get up again. There was a clean bullet hole in the back of his head, the sight of that friendly man in that state, having such a death by the hand of his brother made his blood boil.
He turned his head away and closed his eyes as tears began to fall down his cheeks; his fingers grasped at the dirt and dug in. He opened his eyes and stared at his gun by his hand, the sound of footsteps approaching him made him pause. He looked up at Knives as his brother knelt to pick up his gun and smiled wryly as he muttered to Vash "I had to get my gun back dear brother."
He felt like hitting Knives, knocking him to the sand and hurting him for what he's done, but he pushed that aside and shook his head " Knives, you.. You said you wouldn't kill anyone!!" His aquamarine gaze was pained as he spoke these words to Knives, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind that Knives would never have kept his word. He glanced at the ground then back again as a laugh resounded from Knives "Oh, pity, seems that I've forgotten about that." His brow furrows as his brother smiles maniacally and stands, casting a shadow over both he and Meryl.
He clenched his fists as he contained the anger the welled up inside from Knives comment, it was infuriating how he could easily take a life and not care about who he effected. That man had a family, a growing daughter and a lovely wife, they had a happy life together and now that was shattered because Knives decided that killing the mayor would be the only way to retrieve his gun. His temper flared at this, and what about those two boys, the one he killed was obviously well missed, the brother was devastated emotionally and the family was in tears. The mass pain he caused, plus with the eruption of his angel arm caused the whole town to be in an uproar, he could feel the gazes of the many people in town glaring coldly at the pair as the short amount of time passed between them.
Blindly he lunged at his brother, which in turn startled Knives as surprise riddled his once malicious gaze. He connected hard at Knives middle and threw him to the ground as they rolled once maybe twice in the sand. Knives was under him as he picked himself up and pinned his brother before he could thrash. Knives then attempted at shaking Vash off and struggled underneath him. Vash didn't realize his actions at this time, his anger had been pushed to far, his hand moved to his brother's wounded shoulder as he drove his thumb into the wound causing Knives to call out in agony and cease his struggle. Blood seeped through his shirt and dampened his thumb, staining his glove a slight crimson on the pad of his thumb.
The scream from his brother brought him back to reality as he focused and dropped his gaze to his brother's face. Seeing the fear in his eyes and the pain stricken features of his brother made him gasp and pull his hand back. He cradled the wrist in his other hand as if he'd burned himself and slowly started to stand and back away. He'd hurt Knives, his thumb had torn flesh and muscle in the wound and now he would have more complications, it would need to heal itself again as it continued to bleed, the crimson spot there slowly starting to grow outward.
He backed away from his brother as Knives sat up and grasped his shoulder with a growl, his gaze low as he winced from the pain throbbing through his body. He sat there a moment silent and not looking up at Vash. Vash shook his head at what he'd done, he couldn't believe he'd actually lashed out and lost control. He didn't want to imagine what would have happened had he not come back to reality. His eyes drifted to Knives gun that lay in arms reach of where they fell. He lowered his eyes and returned to Meryl's side, as a shadow seemed to fall over his eyes to hide his emotions.
Meryl glanced up at Vash and saw the pain in his features; he'd hurt Knives and lost control of his actions. If willed he probably could have killed Knives then, luckily that didn't happen, or Vash would never have forgiven himself. He would be a wreck, scarred for the rest of his life never to live it down. He'd let it hang over him like a black cloud, and continuously beat himself up for it. Because that's just how Vash was, he punished himself for things, more than what was needed at times.
She reached up and let her hand gently touch his face as he kneeled to her, her fingers gently caressing his cheek trying to get some sort of response. "Vash. its ok, that reaction is normal, In fact he deserved that and worse, please Vash don't take it so hard." When Vash spoke next it was laced with hatred, hatred for himself and what he did "He's my brother, and no matter what he did I should have never hurt him like that. Maybe he deserves certain things, but as his brother I shouldn't carry them out, I'm just falling to his level, causing pain to others." She watched as he turned his gaze away and picked up his gun unsure of what to say to that she just kept quiet and slowly dropped her hand to the sand beside her.
She caught the glint of something from the corner of her eyes; she quickly turned her gaze over Vash's shoulder. Her eyes widened some at the sight, Knives was standing, and he looked pissed, that cold look in his eyes was riddled with anger, hatred, pain, and the means of revenge. She'd see that in his eyes before, when he looked at a human that was the gaze he gave them. She saw that in his left hand was his black revolver, and it seemed like slow motion as his thumb lifted and a shrill click was heard as the weapon was cocked and aimed for Vash. When she heard the weapon fire her heart leapt into her throat. Mwahahaha another cliffhanger! Well enjoy, hopefully I'll have the next chapter up so you know what happens! R&R Please!!