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I know this one took a WHILE! GOMEN NE! but here it is *nervously nibbles on a donut* Thanks to those of you who have reviewed a lot and stuck with me through all of this! I know there are long intervals between chapters, and I greatly apologize for this. I'm going to try and make my chapters more frequent! Special thanks to Deathscythe, you've been there from the beginning and have reviewed A WHOLE BUNCH I haven't over looked you! THANKS EVERYONE I LOVE YOU!!!
Somewhere in the desert. ( 50 iles outside of June, 6:56 pm)
"Sempai! Don't you think it would be a good idea to go to a city . we've been out here for days now with no sign of them, and it's starting to get really dark and creepy out here." Millie whines.
Meryle sighs as she nods some and clenches her fists " Man I can't believe they've eluded us, I was almost sure we were on the right track." She shakes her head and looks back at Millie " Yeah, your right. lets go to June and get a hot meal, how does that sound?"
" HAI! I'm going to order some tea and lots of chocolate pudding!!" she smiles and makes excitable gestures. Meryle can't help but laugh as she gets her Thomas up to a strong run heading for the nearest city.
Meanwhile.
A commotion goes on at a nearby tavern, a loud music can be heard from inside. Words slurred together drunkenly as a crowd of men sit at the bar and sway, beers held high in the air. In the middle of them all is none other than Vash himself, red in face from the amount of Wild Turkey and beer he'd consumed. He sings loudly, most of the words just babble.
Knives sat alone at a table in the back, a glass of red wine in hand. His fingers tensed at the awful racket his brother was making. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance as he endured it. He closed his eyes and lowered his head snarling lightly as he crushed the glass in his palm. He stood and proceeded to exit the tavern. His exit though was quickly cut off as he felt someone's arm snake around his shoulders and a heavy weight as they leaned into him. He snarled, " Get off of me Vash I'm leaving"
Knives could smell the alcohol heavily on his brother's breath as he spoke into his face. " AAAwww but brother. you're going to miss out on the fun. Don't be a party pooper!" He tugs gently on Knives willing him to come join in the drunken entertainment. Knives simply shrugged Vash off and left the tavern. He wondered why he didn't just destroy the damn tavern and everyone in it. He glared back over his shoulder as he leaned against a pole and crossed his arms over his chest, his back to the doorway. He sighs greatly and looks up at the moons. He'd grown soft over the years, ever since Vash had defeated him. Now, he was allowing his usual will to kill every living vermin in his presence to disappear just because he was in his brother's presence. Why, why was he making this exception? Did he actually begin to care for his brother's beliefs and how is violence effected him? . Maybe.just a little. He sighed and pushed away from the post and made his way to the Inn.
Before long the drunken Vash was tossed out of the tavern, landing flat on his face in the dust. He picked himself up and coughed some spitting sand back to the ground. " Heeeey did you have to be so rough! C'mon. I didn't mean any harm, I was just having fun." A large handprint was on his left cheek; an angry bartender stared at Vash. The tender's daughter growled at him then huffed as she turned and headed back inside.
Vash sat in the dust, tilted his head and frowned as he rubbed his cheek. " I just tweaked her chest what's the big deal?" with a sigh he stood and stumbled around the street. As he drunkenly walked along people moved aside either frightened of him or disgusted by his drunken state. He blinked woozily at the buildings around him trying desperately to remember where the inn was.
He whined some finding that he was lost. "Oh man, Knives is going to kill me.." He placed a hand on his forehead and pouted a bit. Before he could react someone's hand gripped his arm and yanked him aside, dragging him into a nearby building. When he could right himself and look at the person, he realized the angry face staring down at him was rather familiar. He blinked up at it slightly squinting to try and make the three forms of him come together as one. He smiled and hugged the form only to be harshly pushed away and slammed against the wall.
Vash leaned against the wall and frowned staring at the floor as Knives gripped his collar and sneered. "Vash you truly are a fool, making that much of a racquet in a well populated vermin city! Not to mention congregating with the likes of them. You even went as far as to get yourself that smashed you couldn't find the Inn.. Gah, Baka, if it weren't for me you'd be wondering the streets all night. Why is it that I must be your keeper?"
Vash winced at Knives' words as he was severely yelled at. He felt horrible, but yet in some way was glad that Knives cared in some about his well being. In truth Knives had changed a little over the time they'd been stuck together. He almost smiled at the thought, but that was shattered as he gazed at Knives' angry face. He turned his eyes down immediately and frowned muttered "Gomen ne ." He was then released and as he stood away from the wall and towards the stairs, his brothers cold gaze was on his back. The two brothers retreated to their room for the night.
Back at the lab..
Silas stood silently, his hands pressed to the glass of the bulb. His eyes were closed as he concentrated and spoke with his mother. The area just under his palms were glowing a cool blue color, and a symbol on his forehead had started to illuminate in the same cool tone. "I.am. chosen." he muttered as if in a trance.
Unknowingly Charles had entered the room and was silently watching Silas, not hearing his statement he spoke up. "She's beautiful isn't she Silas."
As the man's voice rung out from behind he opened his eyes and backed away, the symbol disappearing, as contact was broken. He spun to gaze at the man known as his father, his creator. "Yes she is.she is very wise too."
Charles nodded as he glanced over the plant, watching the woman inside shy away and start to back away from view to hide herself from him. He frowned at this " Indeed. I suppose you two had a nice little chat." He glanced towards the young woman who had brought his son here. "I don't remember asking you to allow them to speak." he approached the young woman and grasped her wrist tightly.
She frowned and took a step back as Charles approached her. When he took her wrist she gasped and winced some dropping her clipboard and tried to pull away. "Gomen. Gomen Nasai. I thought."
He sharply cut her off "You thought nothing. Who knows what she could have told him!" He raises a hand to her.
She whimpers and cowers in his grip, pleading for him to release her. "Please. please I'm sorry. let me go..." a few tears rolling down her cheeks.
He smirks at her whimpering, but nonetheless struck her hard. He released her as her body fell back and allowed her to drop to the ground. He sneered "insolent brat." He listened to her sob heavily, her face turned away from him.
The resounding smack seemed to send something through him as he watched his 'father' strike the nice young woman. He snarled and glared coldly at him, that wasn't necessary. His fingers clenched at his sides, balling into tight fists.
Charles glanced up at his son and smiled darkly at him. He noticed the glare he received but didn't care; he turned and left the room. He paused at the door and spoke "Silas, when you're finished, I want to talk to you." He then left the doors sliding shut behind him.
He turned and walked down the stairway on the platform and kneeled by the woman. "Are you alright?" He relaxed some when she nodded and offered her a hand up. "Does he always treat you that way?"
She nodded sadly to him as she stood keeping a hand on her cheek. She bent to pick up her clipboard and sighed. "He's. He likes to feel powerful over all of the people here. He's like that." She sighed and glanced towards a darker area of the room. "I want to show you something, but don't tell your father about it."
He nods some and follows her as she approaches what appears to be a case of sorts. He watches as she walks over and touches a keypad on the front of it. The case slowly illuminated, showing it was glass, and the contents inside. A body, it was a glass coffin, and inside it lay the one person who could have stood to Knives, but never did. Legato.
She spoke softly, "In truth, this man right here, is your father Silas. His genetic material was mixed with that of a Plant. Since his 'demon' abilities would be given to you as well as the plant abilities. Charles was trying to achieve a perfect being, the one being that could take out both Knives and Vash, a tool for his conquest." She frowned as she stared at Legato's void features. ". He, is also my father as well.."
His eyes widened as he approached the glass coffin and looked over his true biological father. He then glanced to the woman near him. "So. your like my sister then?" He shook his head, taking all this in was kind of hard. "."
She sighed "I'm sorry, this all must be rather hard for you." She smiled some as she looked at him. " My name is Lilia, kind of like Lilly all the other women he created are named after flowers." She nodded some "We, all kind of look alike since we were mixed mostly with his DNA" she referred to legato. "We're just kind of here as his dolls, more tools for his work. We do a lot of the plant maintenance. But none of us ever acquired the 'demon' capabilities like you have. It seems the plant DNA only awakens that. None of us were given the plant DNA; we're just kind of drones, copies if you will. Humans mostly."
He nodded some "Still your living, and you have freewill. You shouldn't be treated like something to be thrown around like a doll." He snarls ". I don't want to be his tool."
She frowns "What? What do you mean?"
He glances to her " I mean I don't want him to control me, or the others anymore. Mother has told me what he does to her; she has shared with what she has seen him do. She tells me of his intentions, and I don't agree with his methods. He will not achieve his goal. He will not turn me into his puppet." He turns and heads for the door, he was going to have a 'talk' with his father.
She shakes her head " but. you can't."
Charles sits patiently in his office waiting, knowing his creation was coming. He was rewarded as the young man burst into his office, obviously not happy whatsoever. He swivels in his chair and raises a brow at him. He steeples his fingers and frowns at his son's gaze. "You seem unhappy." he feigned ignorance. He glared at his father and shook his head "How you treat everyone is wrong, I will not be used as you do the others!."
Charles closed his eyes and lowered his hands. "Oh, what a shame. seems that I'll need to destroy you as well. your brothers had this defect as well ya know. defiance. Looks like I'll need to go back to the drawing board. He stands opening his eyes and smirking, he lifts a hand and snaps his fingers a few guards coming in and restraining silas. "You actually think I wasn't prepared for this, I saw how you reacted to me striking Lilia. I knew that plant woman would tell you everything. Take him."
Silas growled and pulled at the two men, a third came up behind him and struck him at the back of the head, knocking him unconscious. Again he was thrown into nothingness; it seemed to be everyone's way of taking advantage of him. He was beginning to hate how those around him were constantly taking control, and using him. He awoke in that same liquid filled glass confinement that he had first woken up in. He struggled against the bindings but they only grew tighter. Some things were strapped to his body and head, and his 'father' stood outside smiling evilly at him.
"Ah silas, I'm truly disappointed, you were one of my finest creations. Everything I wanted in the other copies happened in you. Everything seemed to be perfect, but perhaps giving you a mind of your own was a bad thing. Now, I will have to destroy your mind. I'm not going to destroy your body, oh no, that's still useable with out your mind. I'll just implant a mechanical brain, simple." He chuckled some " I should have done that in the beginning." He turned and nodded to the technicians as they started up the machine, the components whirred and lights flickered on the board. "Taa taa . Son." He spoke the last words with distaste.
He prepared his mind as his father spoke, like hell his mind would be taken. He conjured some of Legato's sleeping abilities, and pulling the plant like strength and will power into his efforts as the machines sent a heavy jolt to him mentally. His body wracked to it as it dealt physical damage as well as mental, things were screwing up his train of thought, but he hoped what he had strived to create would hold. His body soon fell limp as a few minutes passed of the torture, and silence followed.
Charles smiled triumphantly and instructed them to remove his body and place it on the metal table nearby. They then inspected his vitals finding a flat line, and working on how much damage had been done to the form. "His body is in tact sir. we're ready for the transfer." Charles nodded and gave the go ahead. As they were about to start a blip showed on his pulse monitor, as well as with his brainwave readings. His vitals soon kicked in all together. One of the technicians cried out "Something's backfired sir, his vitals are stronger than before. He's still alive!"
Charles look of achievement turned to that of anger as he threw accusations at the lab men, telling of death if they didn't fix their mistake. But as all this happened Silas awoke and all three technicians were quickly destroyed. Their bodies lay headless on the floor; he'd made their head explode from the inside out. He sat up and quickly stood watching his father with a smirk telling of the many ways he would kill him. He watched Charles back away and begin to cower. "You.will die." With that he lifted a hand opening his fingers then quickly then balling them into a fist. Charles' chest exploded the same way the technician's heads had, but instead tearing the whole chest cavity into a gaping hole. His body slumped to the ground, the floor nearly completely crimson. He kicked the body aside and went to the controls. He thrusted a fist through them, watching the sparks fly and glanced at the large containment shell. He narrowed his eyes making the thing burst, then made quick work of everything else and exited.
He headed for the control room, and once there glanced over the monitors at the many people working in the building. Some had stopped to run towards the lab he'd been in. Fools. He tapped at the control panel instructing a self-detonation sequence. He then drove his fist through it and smiled at the monitors. Little did he know Lilia had come in behind him.
"S.silas.what are you doing?" She stammered watching his back. When he turned to face her, he smirked darkly and walked towards her. Something had erupted in his gaze; some animalistic tendencies had awakened in his eyes. She became frightened and backed away. "What.what did they do to you. why are you like this?"
He gripped her shoulders harshly and chuckled lowly. He'd cracked under the treatment, his attempt to save his mind failed to an extent, towards the end of the mind strike, his barrier burst and it destroyed part of his mind, causing him to pass out. He tilted his head at her and harshly gripped her throat. As he slowly crushed her windpipe he muttered. "Don't worry, I'll release you.. you won't feel a thing." He felt her go limp in his hands and dropped her.
He left the facility and found an extra room, inside was a type of locker area. A suit was made, and had been intended for him. He glanced over the black trench that hung there and tore off the left sleeve. On the shoulder was a metal item, one he'd seen on Legato's coat. He smirked and slipped it on a white t-shirt he found, and a pair of loose fitting jeans. Then put the trench on over it, and grabbed a pair of fingerless black gloves. The right side of the trench was fashioned some what like Vash's, with the duster type look, a strap running from a piece of fabric on the shoulder, under his arm and to the back portion. He picked up his weapons finding them nearby and left the facility. When he was far enough away the facility exploded on cue, a draft pressed at his back. Four tails had been cut into his trench, and they whipped freely at his legs by the wind. A few straps criss-crossed over some of the fabric on the tails, connecting them loosely. He made his way across the desert searching for his next victims, only destruction, pain and death on his mind.
That's all folks, a lot longer than usual but you're worth it! Yes, since this one took me a while to post I think you deserved it! Anyway I hope you enjoy!!!
I know this one took a WHILE! GOMEN NE! but here it is *nervously nibbles on a donut* Thanks to those of you who have reviewed a lot and stuck with me through all of this! I know there are long intervals between chapters, and I greatly apologize for this. I'm going to try and make my chapters more frequent! Special thanks to Deathscythe, you've been there from the beginning and have reviewed A WHOLE BUNCH I haven't over looked you! THANKS EVERYONE I LOVE YOU!!!
Somewhere in the desert. ( 50 iles outside of June, 6:56 pm)
"Sempai! Don't you think it would be a good idea to go to a city . we've been out here for days now with no sign of them, and it's starting to get really dark and creepy out here." Millie whines.
Meryle sighs as she nods some and clenches her fists " Man I can't believe they've eluded us, I was almost sure we were on the right track." She shakes her head and looks back at Millie " Yeah, your right. lets go to June and get a hot meal, how does that sound?"
" HAI! I'm going to order some tea and lots of chocolate pudding!!" she smiles and makes excitable gestures. Meryle can't help but laugh as she gets her Thomas up to a strong run heading for the nearest city.
Meanwhile.
A commotion goes on at a nearby tavern, a loud music can be heard from inside. Words slurred together drunkenly as a crowd of men sit at the bar and sway, beers held high in the air. In the middle of them all is none other than Vash himself, red in face from the amount of Wild Turkey and beer he'd consumed. He sings loudly, most of the words just babble.
Knives sat alone at a table in the back, a glass of red wine in hand. His fingers tensed at the awful racket his brother was making. His eyebrow twitched in annoyance as he endured it. He closed his eyes and lowered his head snarling lightly as he crushed the glass in his palm. He stood and proceeded to exit the tavern. His exit though was quickly cut off as he felt someone's arm snake around his shoulders and a heavy weight as they leaned into him. He snarled, " Get off of me Vash I'm leaving"
Knives could smell the alcohol heavily on his brother's breath as he spoke into his face. " AAAwww but brother. you're going to miss out on the fun. Don't be a party pooper!" He tugs gently on Knives willing him to come join in the drunken entertainment. Knives simply shrugged Vash off and left the tavern. He wondered why he didn't just destroy the damn tavern and everyone in it. He glared back over his shoulder as he leaned against a pole and crossed his arms over his chest, his back to the doorway. He sighs greatly and looks up at the moons. He'd grown soft over the years, ever since Vash had defeated him. Now, he was allowing his usual will to kill every living vermin in his presence to disappear just because he was in his brother's presence. Why, why was he making this exception? Did he actually begin to care for his brother's beliefs and how is violence effected him? . Maybe.just a little. He sighed and pushed away from the post and made his way to the Inn.
Before long the drunken Vash was tossed out of the tavern, landing flat on his face in the dust. He picked himself up and coughed some spitting sand back to the ground. " Heeeey did you have to be so rough! C'mon. I didn't mean any harm, I was just having fun." A large handprint was on his left cheek; an angry bartender stared at Vash. The tender's daughter growled at him then huffed as she turned and headed back inside.
Vash sat in the dust, tilted his head and frowned as he rubbed his cheek. " I just tweaked her chest what's the big deal?" with a sigh he stood and stumbled around the street. As he drunkenly walked along people moved aside either frightened of him or disgusted by his drunken state. He blinked woozily at the buildings around him trying desperately to remember where the inn was.
He whined some finding that he was lost. "Oh man, Knives is going to kill me.." He placed a hand on his forehead and pouted a bit. Before he could react someone's hand gripped his arm and yanked him aside, dragging him into a nearby building. When he could right himself and look at the person, he realized the angry face staring down at him was rather familiar. He blinked up at it slightly squinting to try and make the three forms of him come together as one. He smiled and hugged the form only to be harshly pushed away and slammed against the wall.
Vash leaned against the wall and frowned staring at the floor as Knives gripped his collar and sneered. "Vash you truly are a fool, making that much of a racquet in a well populated vermin city! Not to mention congregating with the likes of them. You even went as far as to get yourself that smashed you couldn't find the Inn.. Gah, Baka, if it weren't for me you'd be wondering the streets all night. Why is it that I must be your keeper?"
Vash winced at Knives' words as he was severely yelled at. He felt horrible, but yet in some way was glad that Knives cared in some about his well being. In truth Knives had changed a little over the time they'd been stuck together. He almost smiled at the thought, but that was shattered as he gazed at Knives' angry face. He turned his eyes down immediately and frowned muttered "Gomen ne ." He was then released and as he stood away from the wall and towards the stairs, his brothers cold gaze was on his back. The two brothers retreated to their room for the night.
Back at the lab..
Silas stood silently, his hands pressed to the glass of the bulb. His eyes were closed as he concentrated and spoke with his mother. The area just under his palms were glowing a cool blue color, and a symbol on his forehead had started to illuminate in the same cool tone. "I.am. chosen." he muttered as if in a trance.
Unknowingly Charles had entered the room and was silently watching Silas, not hearing his statement he spoke up. "She's beautiful isn't she Silas."
As the man's voice rung out from behind he opened his eyes and backed away, the symbol disappearing, as contact was broken. He spun to gaze at the man known as his father, his creator. "Yes she is.she is very wise too."
Charles nodded as he glanced over the plant, watching the woman inside shy away and start to back away from view to hide herself from him. He frowned at this " Indeed. I suppose you two had a nice little chat." He glanced towards the young woman who had brought his son here. "I don't remember asking you to allow them to speak." he approached the young woman and grasped her wrist tightly.
She frowned and took a step back as Charles approached her. When he took her wrist she gasped and winced some dropping her clipboard and tried to pull away. "Gomen. Gomen Nasai. I thought."
He sharply cut her off "You thought nothing. Who knows what she could have told him!" He raises a hand to her.
She whimpers and cowers in his grip, pleading for him to release her. "Please. please I'm sorry. let me go..." a few tears rolling down her cheeks.
He smirks at her whimpering, but nonetheless struck her hard. He released her as her body fell back and allowed her to drop to the ground. He sneered "insolent brat." He listened to her sob heavily, her face turned away from him.
The resounding smack seemed to send something through him as he watched his 'father' strike the nice young woman. He snarled and glared coldly at him, that wasn't necessary. His fingers clenched at his sides, balling into tight fists.
Charles glanced up at his son and smiled darkly at him. He noticed the glare he received but didn't care; he turned and left the room. He paused at the door and spoke "Silas, when you're finished, I want to talk to you." He then left the doors sliding shut behind him.
He turned and walked down the stairway on the platform and kneeled by the woman. "Are you alright?" He relaxed some when she nodded and offered her a hand up. "Does he always treat you that way?"
She nodded sadly to him as she stood keeping a hand on her cheek. She bent to pick up her clipboard and sighed. "He's. He likes to feel powerful over all of the people here. He's like that." She sighed and glanced towards a darker area of the room. "I want to show you something, but don't tell your father about it."
He nods some and follows her as she approaches what appears to be a case of sorts. He watches as she walks over and touches a keypad on the front of it. The case slowly illuminated, showing it was glass, and the contents inside. A body, it was a glass coffin, and inside it lay the one person who could have stood to Knives, but never did. Legato.
She spoke softly, "In truth, this man right here, is your father Silas. His genetic material was mixed with that of a Plant. Since his 'demon' abilities would be given to you as well as the plant abilities. Charles was trying to achieve a perfect being, the one being that could take out both Knives and Vash, a tool for his conquest." She frowned as she stared at Legato's void features. ". He, is also my father as well.."
His eyes widened as he approached the glass coffin and looked over his true biological father. He then glanced to the woman near him. "So. your like my sister then?" He shook his head, taking all this in was kind of hard. "."
She sighed "I'm sorry, this all must be rather hard for you." She smiled some as she looked at him. " My name is Lilia, kind of like Lilly all the other women he created are named after flowers." She nodded some "We, all kind of look alike since we were mixed mostly with his DNA" she referred to legato. "We're just kind of here as his dolls, more tools for his work. We do a lot of the plant maintenance. But none of us ever acquired the 'demon' capabilities like you have. It seems the plant DNA only awakens that. None of us were given the plant DNA; we're just kind of drones, copies if you will. Humans mostly."
He nodded some "Still your living, and you have freewill. You shouldn't be treated like something to be thrown around like a doll." He snarls ". I don't want to be his tool."
She frowns "What? What do you mean?"
He glances to her " I mean I don't want him to control me, or the others anymore. Mother has told me what he does to her; she has shared with what she has seen him do. She tells me of his intentions, and I don't agree with his methods. He will not achieve his goal. He will not turn me into his puppet." He turns and heads for the door, he was going to have a 'talk' with his father.
She shakes her head " but. you can't."
Charles sits patiently in his office waiting, knowing his creation was coming. He was rewarded as the young man burst into his office, obviously not happy whatsoever. He swivels in his chair and raises a brow at him. He steeples his fingers and frowns at his son's gaze. "You seem unhappy." he feigned ignorance. He glared at his father and shook his head "How you treat everyone is wrong, I will not be used as you do the others!."
Charles closed his eyes and lowered his hands. "Oh, what a shame. seems that I'll need to destroy you as well. your brothers had this defect as well ya know. defiance. Looks like I'll need to go back to the drawing board. He stands opening his eyes and smirking, he lifts a hand and snaps his fingers a few guards coming in and restraining silas. "You actually think I wasn't prepared for this, I saw how you reacted to me striking Lilia. I knew that plant woman would tell you everything. Take him."
Silas growled and pulled at the two men, a third came up behind him and struck him at the back of the head, knocking him unconscious. Again he was thrown into nothingness; it seemed to be everyone's way of taking advantage of him. He was beginning to hate how those around him were constantly taking control, and using him. He awoke in that same liquid filled glass confinement that he had first woken up in. He struggled against the bindings but they only grew tighter. Some things were strapped to his body and head, and his 'father' stood outside smiling evilly at him.
"Ah silas, I'm truly disappointed, you were one of my finest creations. Everything I wanted in the other copies happened in you. Everything seemed to be perfect, but perhaps giving you a mind of your own was a bad thing. Now, I will have to destroy your mind. I'm not going to destroy your body, oh no, that's still useable with out your mind. I'll just implant a mechanical brain, simple." He chuckled some " I should have done that in the beginning." He turned and nodded to the technicians as they started up the machine, the components whirred and lights flickered on the board. "Taa taa . Son." He spoke the last words with distaste.
He prepared his mind as his father spoke, like hell his mind would be taken. He conjured some of Legato's sleeping abilities, and pulling the plant like strength and will power into his efforts as the machines sent a heavy jolt to him mentally. His body wracked to it as it dealt physical damage as well as mental, things were screwing up his train of thought, but he hoped what he had strived to create would hold. His body soon fell limp as a few minutes passed of the torture, and silence followed.
Charles smiled triumphantly and instructed them to remove his body and place it on the metal table nearby. They then inspected his vitals finding a flat line, and working on how much damage had been done to the form. "His body is in tact sir. we're ready for the transfer." Charles nodded and gave the go ahead. As they were about to start a blip showed on his pulse monitor, as well as with his brainwave readings. His vitals soon kicked in all together. One of the technicians cried out "Something's backfired sir, his vitals are stronger than before. He's still alive!"
Charles look of achievement turned to that of anger as he threw accusations at the lab men, telling of death if they didn't fix their mistake. But as all this happened Silas awoke and all three technicians were quickly destroyed. Their bodies lay headless on the floor; he'd made their head explode from the inside out. He sat up and quickly stood watching his father with a smirk telling of the many ways he would kill him. He watched Charles back away and begin to cower. "You.will die." With that he lifted a hand opening his fingers then quickly then balling them into a fist. Charles' chest exploded the same way the technician's heads had, but instead tearing the whole chest cavity into a gaping hole. His body slumped to the ground, the floor nearly completely crimson. He kicked the body aside and went to the controls. He thrusted a fist through them, watching the sparks fly and glanced at the large containment shell. He narrowed his eyes making the thing burst, then made quick work of everything else and exited.
He headed for the control room, and once there glanced over the monitors at the many people working in the building. Some had stopped to run towards the lab he'd been in. Fools. He tapped at the control panel instructing a self-detonation sequence. He then drove his fist through it and smiled at the monitors. Little did he know Lilia had come in behind him.
"S.silas.what are you doing?" She stammered watching his back. When he turned to face her, he smirked darkly and walked towards her. Something had erupted in his gaze; some animalistic tendencies had awakened in his eyes. She became frightened and backed away. "What.what did they do to you. why are you like this?"
He gripped her shoulders harshly and chuckled lowly. He'd cracked under the treatment, his attempt to save his mind failed to an extent, towards the end of the mind strike, his barrier burst and it destroyed part of his mind, causing him to pass out. He tilted his head at her and harshly gripped her throat. As he slowly crushed her windpipe he muttered. "Don't worry, I'll release you.. you won't feel a thing." He felt her go limp in his hands and dropped her.
He left the facility and found an extra room, inside was a type of locker area. A suit was made, and had been intended for him. He glanced over the black trench that hung there and tore off the left sleeve. On the shoulder was a metal item, one he'd seen on Legato's coat. He smirked and slipped it on a white t-shirt he found, and a pair of loose fitting jeans. Then put the trench on over it, and grabbed a pair of fingerless black gloves. The right side of the trench was fashioned some what like Vash's, with the duster type look, a strap running from a piece of fabric on the shoulder, under his arm and to the back portion. He picked up his weapons finding them nearby and left the facility. When he was far enough away the facility exploded on cue, a draft pressed at his back. Four tails had been cut into his trench, and they whipped freely at his legs by the wind. A few straps criss-crossed over some of the fabric on the tails, connecting them loosely. He made his way across the desert searching for his next victims, only destruction, pain and death on his mind.
That's all folks, a lot longer than usual but you're worth it! Yes, since this one took me a while to post I think you deserved it! Anyway I hope you enjoy!!!