Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun, But. however Silas and any of the other
sub characters that pop up are mine.
Author note: *sigh* my faithful computer Knives has died, or well, gotten really sick (I got a virus.again) and will not operate till I get it fixed. I'm currently using my family's computer. Uhm anyway, I've noticed in my last chapter there were a lot of typos and I apologize I'll try to pay more attention in this one.
The suns were high as noon fell upon the sands, and it seemed to Silas that the heat was cooking him alive. He lifted his golden eyes to one of the suns, the light penetrating the very depths of the orbs. The reflection of light brought out a hidden hue in his left eye, and a gentle flicker that of a cool tone was emitted, that color was aquamarine. He narrowed his eyes, one now a totally different color than it had been, he blinked and turned his gazed away from the sky. He rubbed at his eye as a burning sensation remained and snarled. When his eyes flickered open the left had retained its normal color.
He continued on his trudge heading for a small town, many things running through his head as he approached. His thoughts had no line of reason, his ability to do so had been nearly destroyed and his brain was still recuperating. In truth he was balanced on the very boundary of sanity and insanity. He felt his head throb as he paused to rub his temples. Some part of his former self took hold as he stopped and near collapsed in the sands from the pain in his head. He glanced back over his shoulder watching the settling cloud of dust, and last bits of rubble fall to the ground. He turned to face the site and fell silent as he started to remember just how all of it happened. How he killed his father, and also destroyed the facility. He'd killed his mother, destroyed his biological father's body, and murdered his sister along with many others.
He felt something warm well up in his eyes then slowly grace his cheek only to drip off his chin and hit the hot sands with a hiss. They were tears, tears of realization, though he hardly felt anything for what he'd done. He raised a hand to his cheek and gently whipped a tear off with his thumb. He glanced at the wet spot and furrowed his brow, pondering at the thought of him crying. Why was he shedding tears if he felt nothing? He pressed the pad of his pointer finger into his thumb and rubbed the surface till the damp spot disappeared.
This moment of regain was suddenly interrupted as a pain tinged in the back of his head and struck forward. He clasped his head in agony and gave a slight cry as he fought off the dark feeling creeping over his consciousness. It was almost like he was fighting himself, or another self, a darker side, and he hated the dark. He was fading fast, quickly loosing to it. Unfortunately in the end he lost this battle and soon was taken over, giving one last cry of "NO!" and falling to his knees.
His form rose again, his eyes opening and gazing over the dunes. The golden orbs had lost their life and regained a cold, and crazed look. The pupils dilated to small pinholes and he smiled darkly. The left orb flickered and turned turquoise once more; this was the distinguishing quality that would appear when this darker form remained. He gave out a malicious laugh as he conjured up some energy; he forced it through his form as it gave a slight pulse of silver than he disappeared. It was a simple trick, used frequently by Dominique, mixed a bit with his own stealth and speed.
He appeared before the small town within a short amount of time, and peered over the worthless creatures that walked the streets. He entered appearing to most as some unusual bounty hunter, perhaps trouble, but none that they could comprehend. He glanced up at the sign with a smirk and read "Warren City.hmm, how quaint." His voice seemed darker than before, and more malicious in tone. He proceeded into the town looking for Frank Marlin knowing that he was the one that had once serviced Vash's gun. He wanted his sniper grafted with the components it took to create the angel arm, he figured with his sniper modified to do so; the cannon would be bigger, and more powerful with the use of the gun model itself. He smirked as he approached the closest bar and walked in.
Inside an older woman stood behind the bar, wiping a glass clean with a white cloth. He approached the woman as she gave him a rather unfriendly gaze, and he snickered at this. He leaned on the bar in front of her, his one golden eye focusing on her, the aquamarine hidden slightly by long silver bangs. He glanced to the gun over her shoulder that sat in a frame on the wall. "Tell me. where can I find Frank Marlin?"
The woman fell silent for a moment then sighed as she closed her eyes. "He's sitting at the table in the far corner. He's fiddling with something now, you may need to leave your weapon overnight." She opened one eye and glanced at him.
He nodded some and didn't bother to leave money or even buy a drink, he just headed in the direction of Franks table. He pulled up a chair and sat down, watching the man with dusty brown hair fiddle with a small handgun, his brow furrowed with concentration. He frowned watching the gun a moment then glanced at him and muttered. "I hear you're a master in your work." The man merely muttered a reply and nodded. He sighed and continued "I also hear you fixed the Humanoid Typhoon's gun as well."
That apparently got Franks attention as he paused in his work and glanced up at Silas suspiciously. He slowly set down the gun he'd been fixing and frowned at the man. "If its information about Vash that your after, I'm not going to give you any. You better get moving because I won't help that man get caught."
He shakes his head and frowns "No, no, I have no interest in his bounty, but I would like my gun to be fixed with some of the same inner parts as Vash's gun, if you don't mind."
Marlin raised a brow and glanced up at the silver haired man before him. ".. What are you talking about?"
Silas frowned and shook his head as he lifted his sniper gun and set it on the table. "There was a small cylindrical part located in the casting just over the barrel. If you can remember Vash's gun was made upside down. There are a few other components that conduct electricity as the cylinder spins, and it charges that energy. Does that seem to sound familiar?"
Frank fell silent and blinked slightly ".no."
Silas sighed and sat back with a shake of his head "You know, your making this hard on yourself. I know you gave his gun a full overhaul; you didn't just fix a few things, in your repairs you had to have seen this weird contraption in full. Now PLEASE Do cooperate. I want you to put one of those in my weapon. Even if you have to remake the gun. I'll pay any price."
Again Marlin paused and glanced at the gun, considering his offer of prices and such. Not to mention the tone in the mans voice wasn't exactly nice, it was demanding and telling of something horrible if he didn't comply. He glanced over the man, he had to be a bounty hunter or maybe an assassin of sorts, so he probably was good at fighting and could easily snuff him out. He sighed and nodded some "Sure. I'll do it, but one thing. tell me why you want your gun to be like Vash's??"
Silas smiled at this "Insightful old man aren't you. Well, you see, there is a special use for this component that I'd like to test that's all." He smiled a sly smile at the man obviously hiding the true reason.
Marlin raised a brow, knowing damn well the component helped nor hindered the weapon, in fact he too had wondered just what it was for. He sighed and decided to help the guy anyway, maybe he was just going to see what it does, but why go so far as to alter your own weapon just for a test? He shook his head, things didn't add up. It must have been something in his face because he soon heard the click of a handgun under the table. He swallowed some and nodded "alright, alright, it'll be done.f..five thousand double dollars." He winced at the price and waited.
Silas nodded some "fine.." He then uncocked his gun and replaced it at his side as he stood. "I'll be back for it tomorrow.. around 9 o'clock." he smiled darkly "have it done." he made sure that it was just those last words that was needed to threaten him then left.
The next night Silas returned, and the man sat at the same table, his sniper gun setting on it. His eyes had dark rings under them; he'd been up all night fixing it. He snickered at this and chuckled lowly as he thought 'stupid creatures, so easily manipulated' He approached the table seeing the man was both happy to see him and rather disgruntled at loosing sleep. He picked up his gun and looked it over seeing how he had modified the weapon, the barrel now on the underside, a long shaft on top, and his scope mounted over that. He smiled at the weapon and shouldered it as he pulled a sack of money from his belt and tossed it on the table "there's your payment. thanks for your help." He turns and leaves the bar and soon the town.
When he's a good couple of iles away he turns and points the sniper at the town. He peers through the scope aiming for the plant in the far end of the city. He snickered "thanks a lot .Frank." He laughs as he calls forth the plant energies that thrive within him and pushes them into the gun. The shaft breaks apart and a long cylinder starts to spin and spark like mad. He can feel his arm start to mold to the gun and quickly turn into what was known as the angel arm. Except this one had a longer barrel with partially feathered wings off the front, a wide open flesh cage where an orb of silver energy pulsated and grew. The rest of the weapon extended back along his arm one wing extending off his shoulder. He watched as the energy pushed through the barrel and shot a thin long blaze of energy. It blew up with a marvelous flash, and vibrant dance of color and soon the city was reduced to a large crater.
Knives woke up startled and in a cold sweat, his breath harsh and his heart beating hard in his chest. This was the second time he had been woken in the same manor in the past two days. He shook his head and raised a hand to his forehead as he pressed his palm to the bridge of his nose. He sighed and wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand.
Vash woke up from his futon on the floor and glanced up at his brother. He frowned and shook his head "You felt it again . didn't you?"
Knives glared down at Vash and nodded some "Another one of our sisters screamed out in agony.That is two in two days.I'm not sure I can take anymore of this." He sighed and ran a hand through his short blonde hair. The sound still reverberated in his mind, the high-pitched sound of pain, knowing that both of his sisters had been killed in the same manor. He growled clenching his fist thinking 'I'll kill whoever has done this.'
Vash sighed and lay back as he stared at the ceiling " I felt it too, but not quite as much as you did huh? You have some connection with them. but I guess when it comes to sharing their pain, it's a downfall." He frowns ".I wonder why they're doing this? The person who's destroying them I mean."
Knives huffed and laid back down then said "They're stupid vermin, what else needs to be said." He turned on his side and tried to get comfortable, his back to Vash. He muttered under his breath " and they'll pay dearly." then went off to sleep.
Vash frowned at his brother's usual reference to the humans as vermin and sighed. He searched the ceiling over a bit before finally closing his eyes. This would bother his brother since the two killings were so close together, he knew Knives would want to leave and find the culprit. Thing is though, he wondered if Knives had felt that slight jolt, as if there was a disbursing of power before the plant had been killed. This he found to be too odd for just a human. He sighed and fell asleep soon, hoping to have a good nights sleep.
**Ooook, that's it for this chapter, I Hope you enjoy it, I'll try to have it focused evenly on all characters, or at least more of Vash and Knives than Silas. Anyway, I'll try to have the next chapter up ASAP! R&R Please!
Author note: *sigh* my faithful computer Knives has died, or well, gotten really sick (I got a virus.again) and will not operate till I get it fixed. I'm currently using my family's computer. Uhm anyway, I've noticed in my last chapter there were a lot of typos and I apologize I'll try to pay more attention in this one.
The suns were high as noon fell upon the sands, and it seemed to Silas that the heat was cooking him alive. He lifted his golden eyes to one of the suns, the light penetrating the very depths of the orbs. The reflection of light brought out a hidden hue in his left eye, and a gentle flicker that of a cool tone was emitted, that color was aquamarine. He narrowed his eyes, one now a totally different color than it had been, he blinked and turned his gazed away from the sky. He rubbed at his eye as a burning sensation remained and snarled. When his eyes flickered open the left had retained its normal color.
He continued on his trudge heading for a small town, many things running through his head as he approached. His thoughts had no line of reason, his ability to do so had been nearly destroyed and his brain was still recuperating. In truth he was balanced on the very boundary of sanity and insanity. He felt his head throb as he paused to rub his temples. Some part of his former self took hold as he stopped and near collapsed in the sands from the pain in his head. He glanced back over his shoulder watching the settling cloud of dust, and last bits of rubble fall to the ground. He turned to face the site and fell silent as he started to remember just how all of it happened. How he killed his father, and also destroyed the facility. He'd killed his mother, destroyed his biological father's body, and murdered his sister along with many others.
He felt something warm well up in his eyes then slowly grace his cheek only to drip off his chin and hit the hot sands with a hiss. They were tears, tears of realization, though he hardly felt anything for what he'd done. He raised a hand to his cheek and gently whipped a tear off with his thumb. He glanced at the wet spot and furrowed his brow, pondering at the thought of him crying. Why was he shedding tears if he felt nothing? He pressed the pad of his pointer finger into his thumb and rubbed the surface till the damp spot disappeared.
This moment of regain was suddenly interrupted as a pain tinged in the back of his head and struck forward. He clasped his head in agony and gave a slight cry as he fought off the dark feeling creeping over his consciousness. It was almost like he was fighting himself, or another self, a darker side, and he hated the dark. He was fading fast, quickly loosing to it. Unfortunately in the end he lost this battle and soon was taken over, giving one last cry of "NO!" and falling to his knees.
His form rose again, his eyes opening and gazing over the dunes. The golden orbs had lost their life and regained a cold, and crazed look. The pupils dilated to small pinholes and he smiled darkly. The left orb flickered and turned turquoise once more; this was the distinguishing quality that would appear when this darker form remained. He gave out a malicious laugh as he conjured up some energy; he forced it through his form as it gave a slight pulse of silver than he disappeared. It was a simple trick, used frequently by Dominique, mixed a bit with his own stealth and speed.
He appeared before the small town within a short amount of time, and peered over the worthless creatures that walked the streets. He entered appearing to most as some unusual bounty hunter, perhaps trouble, but none that they could comprehend. He glanced up at the sign with a smirk and read "Warren City.hmm, how quaint." His voice seemed darker than before, and more malicious in tone. He proceeded into the town looking for Frank Marlin knowing that he was the one that had once serviced Vash's gun. He wanted his sniper grafted with the components it took to create the angel arm, he figured with his sniper modified to do so; the cannon would be bigger, and more powerful with the use of the gun model itself. He smirked as he approached the closest bar and walked in.
Inside an older woman stood behind the bar, wiping a glass clean with a white cloth. He approached the woman as she gave him a rather unfriendly gaze, and he snickered at this. He leaned on the bar in front of her, his one golden eye focusing on her, the aquamarine hidden slightly by long silver bangs. He glanced to the gun over her shoulder that sat in a frame on the wall. "Tell me. where can I find Frank Marlin?"
The woman fell silent for a moment then sighed as she closed her eyes. "He's sitting at the table in the far corner. He's fiddling with something now, you may need to leave your weapon overnight." She opened one eye and glanced at him.
He nodded some and didn't bother to leave money or even buy a drink, he just headed in the direction of Franks table. He pulled up a chair and sat down, watching the man with dusty brown hair fiddle with a small handgun, his brow furrowed with concentration. He frowned watching the gun a moment then glanced at him and muttered. "I hear you're a master in your work." The man merely muttered a reply and nodded. He sighed and continued "I also hear you fixed the Humanoid Typhoon's gun as well."
That apparently got Franks attention as he paused in his work and glanced up at Silas suspiciously. He slowly set down the gun he'd been fixing and frowned at the man. "If its information about Vash that your after, I'm not going to give you any. You better get moving because I won't help that man get caught."
He shakes his head and frowns "No, no, I have no interest in his bounty, but I would like my gun to be fixed with some of the same inner parts as Vash's gun, if you don't mind."
Marlin raised a brow and glanced up at the silver haired man before him. ".. What are you talking about?"
Silas frowned and shook his head as he lifted his sniper gun and set it on the table. "There was a small cylindrical part located in the casting just over the barrel. If you can remember Vash's gun was made upside down. There are a few other components that conduct electricity as the cylinder spins, and it charges that energy. Does that seem to sound familiar?"
Frank fell silent and blinked slightly ".no."
Silas sighed and sat back with a shake of his head "You know, your making this hard on yourself. I know you gave his gun a full overhaul; you didn't just fix a few things, in your repairs you had to have seen this weird contraption in full. Now PLEASE Do cooperate. I want you to put one of those in my weapon. Even if you have to remake the gun. I'll pay any price."
Again Marlin paused and glanced at the gun, considering his offer of prices and such. Not to mention the tone in the mans voice wasn't exactly nice, it was demanding and telling of something horrible if he didn't comply. He glanced over the man, he had to be a bounty hunter or maybe an assassin of sorts, so he probably was good at fighting and could easily snuff him out. He sighed and nodded some "Sure. I'll do it, but one thing. tell me why you want your gun to be like Vash's??"
Silas smiled at this "Insightful old man aren't you. Well, you see, there is a special use for this component that I'd like to test that's all." He smiled a sly smile at the man obviously hiding the true reason.
Marlin raised a brow, knowing damn well the component helped nor hindered the weapon, in fact he too had wondered just what it was for. He sighed and decided to help the guy anyway, maybe he was just going to see what it does, but why go so far as to alter your own weapon just for a test? He shook his head, things didn't add up. It must have been something in his face because he soon heard the click of a handgun under the table. He swallowed some and nodded "alright, alright, it'll be done.f..five thousand double dollars." He winced at the price and waited.
Silas nodded some "fine.." He then uncocked his gun and replaced it at his side as he stood. "I'll be back for it tomorrow.. around 9 o'clock." he smiled darkly "have it done." he made sure that it was just those last words that was needed to threaten him then left.
The next night Silas returned, and the man sat at the same table, his sniper gun setting on it. His eyes had dark rings under them; he'd been up all night fixing it. He snickered at this and chuckled lowly as he thought 'stupid creatures, so easily manipulated' He approached the table seeing the man was both happy to see him and rather disgruntled at loosing sleep. He picked up his gun and looked it over seeing how he had modified the weapon, the barrel now on the underside, a long shaft on top, and his scope mounted over that. He smiled at the weapon and shouldered it as he pulled a sack of money from his belt and tossed it on the table "there's your payment. thanks for your help." He turns and leaves the bar and soon the town.
When he's a good couple of iles away he turns and points the sniper at the town. He peers through the scope aiming for the plant in the far end of the city. He snickered "thanks a lot .Frank." He laughs as he calls forth the plant energies that thrive within him and pushes them into the gun. The shaft breaks apart and a long cylinder starts to spin and spark like mad. He can feel his arm start to mold to the gun and quickly turn into what was known as the angel arm. Except this one had a longer barrel with partially feathered wings off the front, a wide open flesh cage where an orb of silver energy pulsated and grew. The rest of the weapon extended back along his arm one wing extending off his shoulder. He watched as the energy pushed through the barrel and shot a thin long blaze of energy. It blew up with a marvelous flash, and vibrant dance of color and soon the city was reduced to a large crater.
Knives woke up startled and in a cold sweat, his breath harsh and his heart beating hard in his chest. This was the second time he had been woken in the same manor in the past two days. He shook his head and raised a hand to his forehead as he pressed his palm to the bridge of his nose. He sighed and wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand.
Vash woke up from his futon on the floor and glanced up at his brother. He frowned and shook his head "You felt it again . didn't you?"
Knives glared down at Vash and nodded some "Another one of our sisters screamed out in agony.That is two in two days.I'm not sure I can take anymore of this." He sighed and ran a hand through his short blonde hair. The sound still reverberated in his mind, the high-pitched sound of pain, knowing that both of his sisters had been killed in the same manor. He growled clenching his fist thinking 'I'll kill whoever has done this.'
Vash sighed and lay back as he stared at the ceiling " I felt it too, but not quite as much as you did huh? You have some connection with them. but I guess when it comes to sharing their pain, it's a downfall." He frowns ".I wonder why they're doing this? The person who's destroying them I mean."
Knives huffed and laid back down then said "They're stupid vermin, what else needs to be said." He turned on his side and tried to get comfortable, his back to Vash. He muttered under his breath " and they'll pay dearly." then went off to sleep.
Vash frowned at his brother's usual reference to the humans as vermin and sighed. He searched the ceiling over a bit before finally closing his eyes. This would bother his brother since the two killings were so close together, he knew Knives would want to leave and find the culprit. Thing is though, he wondered if Knives had felt that slight jolt, as if there was a disbursing of power before the plant had been killed. This he found to be too odd for just a human. He sighed and fell asleep soon, hoping to have a good nights sleep.
**Ooook, that's it for this chapter, I Hope you enjoy it, I'll try to have it focused evenly on all characters, or at least more of Vash and Knives than Silas. Anyway, I'll try to have the next chapter up ASAP! R&R Please!