Disclaimer: yeah, I don't own trigun, yes I do own Silas.
Authors note: ok. I know the last chapter was pretty bad, but I needed a twist, at least I didn't really go into detail folks, I spared you that at least, I'm not that mean. Anywho on with the show.
Vash ended up spending the night sitting next to Meryl's bed, watching her brow furrow and her expression change every now and again. He could see the very pain from perhaps the nightmare that she was reliving in her head, but then her face would relax again and her breathing settle to that of slumber. He sighed and dabbed sweat from her brow and gently held her hand till he too dozed off by her side.
Knives on the other hand stood guard outside of the kid's room all night. At one time he even paced back and forth, keeping his anger concealed. He wanted so bad to go in there and hand that kid his obituary. Why did he even listen to his brother? He scoffed and tossed these thoughts aside then rested back against the wall, his hand clenching and unclenching by his gun.
Silas could not sleep at all. Instead, he sat in the corner of the room they kept him in, and rocked back and forth staring blankly at the floor. He could hear Meryl's screams of pain and hatred repeating in his head. He felt the pleasure his other side had felt, and at the same time the very regret, helplessness and pain, he shared unable to prevent the act. He shook his head "Damn you. Why'd you have to go and so something like that?"
"Me?" he heard a deeper, more malevolent voice echo in his head. "HA! We did this because the Bitch had it coming to her. Vash.yes. he deserved this too."
"Why?" he shook his head "Why did they deserve this I don't understand."
"Don't you remember, they hurt us. The plants and the humans should suffer. The humans especially, they created us, used us like those filthy plants. The plants, well. they should die because they are weak. However, these two. these brothers, they are stronger than most, yes, they are special. They are a threat! And if we weaken them, then it'll only be us.. do you understand?"
"NO! I do not want to do this. The ones who hurt us are dead already because of you, you have killed our sisters and our mother in the process. They did nothing, the plants don't deserve this.. no one does!"
"Your weak.. just like them." The deeper voice spoke. "..I guess I'll just have to make you suffer too." Then the other side of Silas started to take hold again.
"NO! Please.not again!" A cold maniacal laughter could be heard within the various corners of his mind, and slowly that laughter grew louder. There was nothing he could do, though he fought he only lost in the end. A great burning sensation over came him and slowly the other orb returned to deep silver. A snicker curled over the once trembling lips and the tears spilled ceased.
Night fell as swiftly as morning rose and Knives woke to find himself sitting in the hallway outside Silas' door. He groaned and stood then unlocked the door and entered to check on the kid. He found him sitting against the wall and staring off into space. He growled and walked over, he kneeled and gave the kid a good slap across the face "Hey! How was your dreams kid?" he snickered then stood growing serious ".I bet your hungry. do you want anything?"
Silas hardly responded to the slap to his face, other than to move his one eye to stare at Knives. He shook his head and looked away again.
Knives shrugged "Suit yourself.don't say I didn't offer you anything." He turned and walked out kicking the door shut. "Damned bastard." He shook his head and sighed looking down the hall.
Vash came out of Meryl's looking a bit bummed and near walked passed his brother.
Knives raised a brow "Hey." he reached out and caught Vash's shoulder giving his brother a stern look as if to say 'are you ok?' or 'tell me what's going on.'
Vash sighed, ".Meryl's awake, but she's not herself. She's not hungry or anything and will hardly speak."
Knives sighed, "Well you can't expect much from her what she went through.trust me."
Vash nodded "I need a drink."
Knives agreed "Sure. I'll go buy you one." With that the brothers walked down stairs to have themselves a morning brew, and no not coffee.
Silas in the mean time sat thinking to himself, contemplating on what his next move was. He needed to somehow get away from these men. He was cuffed and locked in a room, which when he further inspected it had to be unlocked from the outside, and could be locked from the inside. He shook his head "How foolish do they think I am?"
He shook his head "No.that's not what's going to get me out of here though.." He snickered as a most devious thought crossed his mind. "I'll wait.yes.patience is all I need."
It wasn't long before Knives returned with a rather happy Vash. They went inside to give the kid something to eat or at least a bit to drink for now. Found him sobbing and twisting his wrists in their cuffs. Vash blinked and frowned going over to him and kneeling "Knives, how tight did you put these on him?"
Knives raised a brow like 'why does that matter' "Enough. why?"
Vash frowned "Because their cutting into his skin.." He looked at the wounds and frowned. "Knives where are the keys?"
Knives growled "I have them, why?"
Vash looked at him, eyes a bit peeved "Give them to me."
Knives looked at him incredulously "NO! We can't trust him.."
Vash shook his head and stood "Dammit Knives I'm just going to loosen them a bit."
Knives shook his head "I don't like this." He then dug the keys from his pocket and handed them over.
Vash went over, kneeled to Silas, and reached down to unlock the cuffs. Silas patiently waited then just when the moment was right he twisted sharply and worked the cuffs completely loose so he could pull his hands free. With the blink of an eye he ended up at the door throwing the two off. ".Thank you so much for your hospitality. Now, I'm going to leave you a little present." He snickered and left, locking the door behind him.
Knives cursed "See.. I told you dammit. but NOOoooo got to be mister nice guy even to the man who raped your lover!"
Vash shot Knives a pained and yet rather pissed off look before shoving past him and opening the door. He quickly ran to check on Meryl finding her there and fine, and Millie was curiously wondering the halls, confused. Ok, so they were fine, what present was he talking about? What was he going to do next?
From below, the sound of screams and gunshots could be heard as the carnage started. Vash and Knives both made a run for the stairs. "Millie stay here and watch over Meryl for me!" Vash yelled as he disappeared downstairs. Millie just gave an unsure nod, a yawn, turned, and went into Meryl's room.
Vash's eyes widened at the carnage, a group of men, a small family, a waitress and the bar tender were dead. In blood on the wall it said ".. For you.Vash." There was a blood trail leading outside. In the sand it wrote, "I forgot something of mine." Vash's discarded gun lay near a body of a young boy.
Vash then realized that his gun had indeed been taken. Knives followed what Vash had done and realized his too had been taken again. He later found it bloodied and near a man who's head had been smashed in with it, empty of all its rounds. There were bodies strewn all over town, blood everywhere. How could he have done such a thing in just a matter of minutes? They left one clue, they all lead back to the plant.
Silas had only began to realize the sort of pain his body was in after he started walking through the halls of the plant to set up his trap for each of the men, knowing they'd trail him in order to recapture and perhaps kill him. That dammed Knives did a fairly good job at mangling his body, but with all the people he'd killed, the pain no longer bothered him. No, like a vampire that feeds on blood to heal, he fed on death to soothe his pain.
Knives burst in first and started to reload his gun with one of the extra cartridges he always carried and moved in. Vash followed close behind and found the same bodies as before still strewn across the floor. "What is his obsession with this particular location?" Knives asked.
Vash shrugged "He said he left something of his behind. What could that be?"
Silas stepped out from around a corner "That gentlemen. would be my sniper. I didn't get a chance to show you what it does." he turns and fires at Knives.
Knives manages to dodge partially, but he's still grazed by the bullet. Vash manages to pull off a few shots, but they miss the retreating Silas. The two then follow their little problem through the halls.
As they progressed deeper into the plant things started to become more ominous. Soon they came to a branch in the plants main corridor. Therefore, they made a choice and split up.
Knives moved easily down the left side of the corridor and went through every room. The final room was of course the plant room, so he cautiously entered it moving in with grace and waving his gun left to right sweeping across the room just in case. When he actually paused to look at the bulb he realized that the once warm blue it gave off was now a deep crimson in color. The plant within was floating lifelessly, its eyes wide with fear. Knives' eyes widened in horror as he dropped to his knees, unaware of the two doors closing behind him, locking him within. Then, all the systems shut down, and all went black.
Vash found himself wondering down a normal looking corridor, normal at least until it wound up ending abruptly with no doors but one to his right. He tilted his head and slowly went to open the door. He peered inside seeing nothing but darkness, and as he stepped forward to enter, the lights went out. Behind him, the door creaked shut and locked. From here however Vash could no longer tell which way was out.
Suddenly the smell of death started to swarm in on him, and as he took a few steps, he heard the light squish of something wet on the floor. One more step led him to stepping on something rather solid. He pulled his foot back and attempted at peering through the darkness. Slowly he reached out and felt someone's face, his eyes widened some at the warmth of it "hello?" he asked. Then a light flickered on, and the very display that Vash saw sent him reeling back. He fell away from whom he touched and onto the floor; his coat soaked the blood up quickly, his hands becoming covered with it. The room was filled with the bodies of the innocent towns people. A few were hanging from the ceilings; eyes open with fear, gazing at him. The rest covered the floor, their blood filling the gaps with crimson puddles. Vash's worst nightmare was being played out to him, and he could no longer hold in his incredible repulsion. He screamed painfully as tears started to fill his eyes.
On the other side Knives was dealing with his own demons as something weighted down his wrists. Then he could feel his arms being pulled in either direction, the sound of heavy chain could be heard echoing in the great room. Then figures all around him started to become illuminated. Large angry looking figures of human men and women, they all looked down on him in disgust They muttered back and forth to each other about Knives. Suddenly he started developing bruises, and wounds. Cuts appeared over his body and pain wracked him. He felt a punch connect with his face, a kick strike his gutt. Then, he found himself reduced to his child form, and he became the small, battered and lost child from his past. "No.leave me alone.I. I won't be weakened."
Flashes started raining in on him, he saw himself being forced to labor like his brothers and sisters. Felt their pain, felt their fatigue and sadness. He was going through it all and he was powerless to fight back, he hated it, but he could not do anything to stop it. He'd become what he most feared, weak. He had lost his dominance to the race he hated most of all, humans.
Silas sat back in the control room, watching the men's anguish on the screens of the surveillance cameras. He snickered as the two writhed in their own individual anguish. It was quite simple really, to figure out what each mans weakness was when you have had all night to read their minds as they slept. In truth, they were seeing extremely vivid illusions; ones like Legato could have produced if he had wanted to. But then, having plant blood sort of helped to boost the effects as well.
So as Silas watched he controlled the strings, like a puppeteer. He concentrated on each intricate detail of the torture he put the two through and laughed as he slowly broke them both down. Soon, yes. Soon he would have them weakened so he could kill them, then. No one would get in his way.
Alright that's it for this chapter, and I'm telling you, I did warn you well of the content of this story. *points to rating it has* Anywho. Enjoy! Oh and don't worry, Silas will get his eventually. .. Maybe.. *Snicker* R&R!!
Authors note: ok. I know the last chapter was pretty bad, but I needed a twist, at least I didn't really go into detail folks, I spared you that at least, I'm not that mean. Anywho on with the show.
Vash ended up spending the night sitting next to Meryl's bed, watching her brow furrow and her expression change every now and again. He could see the very pain from perhaps the nightmare that she was reliving in her head, but then her face would relax again and her breathing settle to that of slumber. He sighed and dabbed sweat from her brow and gently held her hand till he too dozed off by her side.
Knives on the other hand stood guard outside of the kid's room all night. At one time he even paced back and forth, keeping his anger concealed. He wanted so bad to go in there and hand that kid his obituary. Why did he even listen to his brother? He scoffed and tossed these thoughts aside then rested back against the wall, his hand clenching and unclenching by his gun.
Silas could not sleep at all. Instead, he sat in the corner of the room they kept him in, and rocked back and forth staring blankly at the floor. He could hear Meryl's screams of pain and hatred repeating in his head. He felt the pleasure his other side had felt, and at the same time the very regret, helplessness and pain, he shared unable to prevent the act. He shook his head "Damn you. Why'd you have to go and so something like that?"
"Me?" he heard a deeper, more malevolent voice echo in his head. "HA! We did this because the Bitch had it coming to her. Vash.yes. he deserved this too."
"Why?" he shook his head "Why did they deserve this I don't understand."
"Don't you remember, they hurt us. The plants and the humans should suffer. The humans especially, they created us, used us like those filthy plants. The plants, well. they should die because they are weak. However, these two. these brothers, they are stronger than most, yes, they are special. They are a threat! And if we weaken them, then it'll only be us.. do you understand?"
"NO! I do not want to do this. The ones who hurt us are dead already because of you, you have killed our sisters and our mother in the process. They did nothing, the plants don't deserve this.. no one does!"
"Your weak.. just like them." The deeper voice spoke. "..I guess I'll just have to make you suffer too." Then the other side of Silas started to take hold again.
"NO! Please.not again!" A cold maniacal laughter could be heard within the various corners of his mind, and slowly that laughter grew louder. There was nothing he could do, though he fought he only lost in the end. A great burning sensation over came him and slowly the other orb returned to deep silver. A snicker curled over the once trembling lips and the tears spilled ceased.
Night fell as swiftly as morning rose and Knives woke to find himself sitting in the hallway outside Silas' door. He groaned and stood then unlocked the door and entered to check on the kid. He found him sitting against the wall and staring off into space. He growled and walked over, he kneeled and gave the kid a good slap across the face "Hey! How was your dreams kid?" he snickered then stood growing serious ".I bet your hungry. do you want anything?"
Silas hardly responded to the slap to his face, other than to move his one eye to stare at Knives. He shook his head and looked away again.
Knives shrugged "Suit yourself.don't say I didn't offer you anything." He turned and walked out kicking the door shut. "Damned bastard." He shook his head and sighed looking down the hall.
Vash came out of Meryl's looking a bit bummed and near walked passed his brother.
Knives raised a brow "Hey." he reached out and caught Vash's shoulder giving his brother a stern look as if to say 'are you ok?' or 'tell me what's going on.'
Vash sighed, ".Meryl's awake, but she's not herself. She's not hungry or anything and will hardly speak."
Knives sighed, "Well you can't expect much from her what she went through.trust me."
Vash nodded "I need a drink."
Knives agreed "Sure. I'll go buy you one." With that the brothers walked down stairs to have themselves a morning brew, and no not coffee.
Silas in the mean time sat thinking to himself, contemplating on what his next move was. He needed to somehow get away from these men. He was cuffed and locked in a room, which when he further inspected it had to be unlocked from the outside, and could be locked from the inside. He shook his head "How foolish do they think I am?"
He shook his head "No.that's not what's going to get me out of here though.." He snickered as a most devious thought crossed his mind. "I'll wait.yes.patience is all I need."
It wasn't long before Knives returned with a rather happy Vash. They went inside to give the kid something to eat or at least a bit to drink for now. Found him sobbing and twisting his wrists in their cuffs. Vash blinked and frowned going over to him and kneeling "Knives, how tight did you put these on him?"
Knives raised a brow like 'why does that matter' "Enough. why?"
Vash frowned "Because their cutting into his skin.." He looked at the wounds and frowned. "Knives where are the keys?"
Knives growled "I have them, why?"
Vash looked at him, eyes a bit peeved "Give them to me."
Knives looked at him incredulously "NO! We can't trust him.."
Vash shook his head and stood "Dammit Knives I'm just going to loosen them a bit."
Knives shook his head "I don't like this." He then dug the keys from his pocket and handed them over.
Vash went over, kneeled to Silas, and reached down to unlock the cuffs. Silas patiently waited then just when the moment was right he twisted sharply and worked the cuffs completely loose so he could pull his hands free. With the blink of an eye he ended up at the door throwing the two off. ".Thank you so much for your hospitality. Now, I'm going to leave you a little present." He snickered and left, locking the door behind him.
Knives cursed "See.. I told you dammit. but NOOoooo got to be mister nice guy even to the man who raped your lover!"
Vash shot Knives a pained and yet rather pissed off look before shoving past him and opening the door. He quickly ran to check on Meryl finding her there and fine, and Millie was curiously wondering the halls, confused. Ok, so they were fine, what present was he talking about? What was he going to do next?
From below, the sound of screams and gunshots could be heard as the carnage started. Vash and Knives both made a run for the stairs. "Millie stay here and watch over Meryl for me!" Vash yelled as he disappeared downstairs. Millie just gave an unsure nod, a yawn, turned, and went into Meryl's room.
Vash's eyes widened at the carnage, a group of men, a small family, a waitress and the bar tender were dead. In blood on the wall it said ".. For you.Vash." There was a blood trail leading outside. In the sand it wrote, "I forgot something of mine." Vash's discarded gun lay near a body of a young boy.
Vash then realized that his gun had indeed been taken. Knives followed what Vash had done and realized his too had been taken again. He later found it bloodied and near a man who's head had been smashed in with it, empty of all its rounds. There were bodies strewn all over town, blood everywhere. How could he have done such a thing in just a matter of minutes? They left one clue, they all lead back to the plant.
Silas had only began to realize the sort of pain his body was in after he started walking through the halls of the plant to set up his trap for each of the men, knowing they'd trail him in order to recapture and perhaps kill him. That dammed Knives did a fairly good job at mangling his body, but with all the people he'd killed, the pain no longer bothered him. No, like a vampire that feeds on blood to heal, he fed on death to soothe his pain.
Knives burst in first and started to reload his gun with one of the extra cartridges he always carried and moved in. Vash followed close behind and found the same bodies as before still strewn across the floor. "What is his obsession with this particular location?" Knives asked.
Vash shrugged "He said he left something of his behind. What could that be?"
Silas stepped out from around a corner "That gentlemen. would be my sniper. I didn't get a chance to show you what it does." he turns and fires at Knives.
Knives manages to dodge partially, but he's still grazed by the bullet. Vash manages to pull off a few shots, but they miss the retreating Silas. The two then follow their little problem through the halls.
As they progressed deeper into the plant things started to become more ominous. Soon they came to a branch in the plants main corridor. Therefore, they made a choice and split up.
Knives moved easily down the left side of the corridor and went through every room. The final room was of course the plant room, so he cautiously entered it moving in with grace and waving his gun left to right sweeping across the room just in case. When he actually paused to look at the bulb he realized that the once warm blue it gave off was now a deep crimson in color. The plant within was floating lifelessly, its eyes wide with fear. Knives' eyes widened in horror as he dropped to his knees, unaware of the two doors closing behind him, locking him within. Then, all the systems shut down, and all went black.
Vash found himself wondering down a normal looking corridor, normal at least until it wound up ending abruptly with no doors but one to his right. He tilted his head and slowly went to open the door. He peered inside seeing nothing but darkness, and as he stepped forward to enter, the lights went out. Behind him, the door creaked shut and locked. From here however Vash could no longer tell which way was out.
Suddenly the smell of death started to swarm in on him, and as he took a few steps, he heard the light squish of something wet on the floor. One more step led him to stepping on something rather solid. He pulled his foot back and attempted at peering through the darkness. Slowly he reached out and felt someone's face, his eyes widened some at the warmth of it "hello?" he asked. Then a light flickered on, and the very display that Vash saw sent him reeling back. He fell away from whom he touched and onto the floor; his coat soaked the blood up quickly, his hands becoming covered with it. The room was filled with the bodies of the innocent towns people. A few were hanging from the ceilings; eyes open with fear, gazing at him. The rest covered the floor, their blood filling the gaps with crimson puddles. Vash's worst nightmare was being played out to him, and he could no longer hold in his incredible repulsion. He screamed painfully as tears started to fill his eyes.
On the other side Knives was dealing with his own demons as something weighted down his wrists. Then he could feel his arms being pulled in either direction, the sound of heavy chain could be heard echoing in the great room. Then figures all around him started to become illuminated. Large angry looking figures of human men and women, they all looked down on him in disgust They muttered back and forth to each other about Knives. Suddenly he started developing bruises, and wounds. Cuts appeared over his body and pain wracked him. He felt a punch connect with his face, a kick strike his gutt. Then, he found himself reduced to his child form, and he became the small, battered and lost child from his past. "No.leave me alone.I. I won't be weakened."
Flashes started raining in on him, he saw himself being forced to labor like his brothers and sisters. Felt their pain, felt their fatigue and sadness. He was going through it all and he was powerless to fight back, he hated it, but he could not do anything to stop it. He'd become what he most feared, weak. He had lost his dominance to the race he hated most of all, humans.
Silas sat back in the control room, watching the men's anguish on the screens of the surveillance cameras. He snickered as the two writhed in their own individual anguish. It was quite simple really, to figure out what each mans weakness was when you have had all night to read their minds as they slept. In truth, they were seeing extremely vivid illusions; ones like Legato could have produced if he had wanted to. But then, having plant blood sort of helped to boost the effects as well.
So as Silas watched he controlled the strings, like a puppeteer. He concentrated on each intricate detail of the torture he put the two through and laughed as he slowly broke them both down. Soon, yes. Soon he would have them weakened so he could kill them, then. No one would get in his way.
Alright that's it for this chapter, and I'm telling you, I did warn you well of the content of this story. *points to rating it has* Anywho. Enjoy! Oh and don't worry, Silas will get his eventually. .. Maybe.. *Snicker* R&R!!