| Chapter 7 |
Knives felt a warm feeling making its way up to his heart. Vash was still handing the paper to him. A gentle glint in his eyes. Knives almost smiled back but turned away from his brother, "You keep it."
Vash shrugged and put the note back in the pocket, "I'm glad you're sorry, Knives. You totally changed, I don't know how but you're changing -" Knives grabbed his brother's arm and smirked, "Changing?" Vash looked at him. "You are, aren't you? Humans are - good?"
"Pft, weren't you even paying attention back there?"
"What do you mean? Marianne's father's dead! What more can come out of that?"
"No, a human killed him. Humans kill eachother." Knives looked around until he spotted a family with a wagon carried by two oxen. There were two children moping miserabling, begging their mother for food.
"Mommy, I'm hungry! Please let me eat!"
"We didn't eat for a long time!"
Vash spotted them too. Their mother searched the wagon until she found a half loaf of bread. It was dry. Before the woman could take it out, the children jumped on it. "Give it to me! I WANT TO EAT!!" "No, I WANT TO EAT, FIRST!!"
Their mother tried to separate them, "Children, please! That's the only one left, please share with one another!" Her children kicked and screamed, almost pushing their own mother off the wagon.
Knives laughed, "Disgusting beings. Selfish spiders." Vash frowned at Knives, "You hadn't changed at all haven't you?" Knives kept on laughing. Then stopped, "Okay, I'll help them."
"What? How?"
His brother gave him a small smile and took out his gun. He spins it around his finger, and then aimed it at the children. Vash's eyes widen. "No, Knives!" Knives set his fingers on the trigger.
"Better off dead so they don't have to suffer."
He was about to launch the first shot in that day. He looked closer and slowly put the gun down. Vash panted, "Knives, what were you thinking?" His brother didn't answer.
Ahead, Marianne approached the family with a bag of biscuits. She set it down on the wagon and watched the kids quickly chomped it up. The woman sighed, "Oh, thank you. Thank you very much!"
Marianne smiled back, "It's alright. Just take care, okay?" She took a last glance at the kids who were almost done with the whole bag. Then turned back to Vash and Knives. "Let's continue . . ." Her voice was soft. The death of her father was still flooded in her mind.
Vash shot a look at Knives, "Ha! You missed." Knives growled, "Shut up."
"Hey, you don't have to follow us you know," Vash said, trying to get a moment where Marianne and him could be alone. "I just want to be away from Meryl and Millie. You could go anywhere you like except going back to kill them."
"You're serious?"
"No, of course not! You're not leaving my sight till the day we die!"
"And that will be?"
"Two thousand more years."
"What are you two talking about?" Marianne asked from ahead. "Nothing," Vash said. He waved at Knives and ran ahead to chat with the woman of the group. His behavior got into Knives' nerves. He too, ran ahead.
Marianne was now in the center of the two of them. "Well, it stops them from fighting," she thought. Then sighs, ". . .I miss you, Father. . ."
"Are you okay?" asked Knives. She nodded, "Yeah, nothing to worry about, really." They continued to walk. The desert sun was getting all three of them very thirsty. Vash licked his lips a few times.
"Are we there yet?" he wined. Marianne shook her head, "I'm afraid not. I'm as tired as you are. But if we stop, then who knows where that murderer will run off to?" Vash's face fell, "Aw, but I'm really thirsty!"
Marianne stopped.
"Why are you stopping?" Vash asked. He looked ahead and saw a large single building. He lit up, "Yay! Civilization!!" Marianne sighed also, "Let's go!" The two of them hurried ahead.
Knives narrowed his eyes and followed after.
* * *
"Hey, Millie!" called Meryl. "This lady wants the coach to be placed here."
Millie turned around, "Oh. . .well that place is nice too!" She carried the huge furniture across the room. The elderly woman watched her and grinned, "Thank you, ladies. You two have been such a wonderful help."
Millie set the coach down then blushed, "Well, aside from keeping the town away from danger, us Bernedelli Insurance girls will do anything to make the citizens happy!" Meryl gave her friend a small smile, "Okay, Millie, let's get back to work."
The woman watched them carry more furniture in. "Keep up the good work! Hm. . .it's getting very hot today. Let's check on the weather channel shall we?" "You do that, ma'am!" Millie called while carrying a refrigerator she could not even carry. "Meryl? A little help?"
= = =
"Today, in the city of Millhorn," announced the weatherman. "There has been a strange gust of wind flying throughout the city. Many buildings are collapsing from this horrible tragic. There also has been an announcement that over fifty people are killed an hour. We do not know what caused this situation or even how to stop it. If you know any more information for -" The woman turned off the TV and gasped.
"Oh, my lord! That was terrible!" she said, putting her hands to her mouth.
Millie dropped the refrigerator, "Oh no. Bad weather!" Meryl's expression turned serious. She looked out the window and frowned, "Vash. . .please be okay. . ."
Knives felt a warm feeling making its way up to his heart. Vash was still handing the paper to him. A gentle glint in his eyes. Knives almost smiled back but turned away from his brother, "You keep it."
Vash shrugged and put the note back in the pocket, "I'm glad you're sorry, Knives. You totally changed, I don't know how but you're changing -" Knives grabbed his brother's arm and smirked, "Changing?" Vash looked at him. "You are, aren't you? Humans are - good?"
"Pft, weren't you even paying attention back there?"
"What do you mean? Marianne's father's dead! What more can come out of that?"
"No, a human killed him. Humans kill eachother." Knives looked around until he spotted a family with a wagon carried by two oxen. There were two children moping miserabling, begging their mother for food.
"Mommy, I'm hungry! Please let me eat!"
"We didn't eat for a long time!"
Vash spotted them too. Their mother searched the wagon until she found a half loaf of bread. It was dry. Before the woman could take it out, the children jumped on it. "Give it to me! I WANT TO EAT!!" "No, I WANT TO EAT, FIRST!!"
Their mother tried to separate them, "Children, please! That's the only one left, please share with one another!" Her children kicked and screamed, almost pushing their own mother off the wagon.
Knives laughed, "Disgusting beings. Selfish spiders." Vash frowned at Knives, "You hadn't changed at all haven't you?" Knives kept on laughing. Then stopped, "Okay, I'll help them."
"What? How?"
His brother gave him a small smile and took out his gun. He spins it around his finger, and then aimed it at the children. Vash's eyes widen. "No, Knives!" Knives set his fingers on the trigger.
"Better off dead so they don't have to suffer."
He was about to launch the first shot in that day. He looked closer and slowly put the gun down. Vash panted, "Knives, what were you thinking?" His brother didn't answer.
Ahead, Marianne approached the family with a bag of biscuits. She set it down on the wagon and watched the kids quickly chomped it up. The woman sighed, "Oh, thank you. Thank you very much!"
Marianne smiled back, "It's alright. Just take care, okay?" She took a last glance at the kids who were almost done with the whole bag. Then turned back to Vash and Knives. "Let's continue . . ." Her voice was soft. The death of her father was still flooded in her mind.
Vash shot a look at Knives, "Ha! You missed." Knives growled, "Shut up."
"Hey, you don't have to follow us you know," Vash said, trying to get a moment where Marianne and him could be alone. "I just want to be away from Meryl and Millie. You could go anywhere you like except going back to kill them."
"You're serious?"
"No, of course not! You're not leaving my sight till the day we die!"
"And that will be?"
"Two thousand more years."
"What are you two talking about?" Marianne asked from ahead. "Nothing," Vash said. He waved at Knives and ran ahead to chat with the woman of the group. His behavior got into Knives' nerves. He too, ran ahead.
Marianne was now in the center of the two of them. "Well, it stops them from fighting," she thought. Then sighs, ". . .I miss you, Father. . ."
"Are you okay?" asked Knives. She nodded, "Yeah, nothing to worry about, really." They continued to walk. The desert sun was getting all three of them very thirsty. Vash licked his lips a few times.
"Are we there yet?" he wined. Marianne shook her head, "I'm afraid not. I'm as tired as you are. But if we stop, then who knows where that murderer will run off to?" Vash's face fell, "Aw, but I'm really thirsty!"
Marianne stopped.
"Why are you stopping?" Vash asked. He looked ahead and saw a large single building. He lit up, "Yay! Civilization!!" Marianne sighed also, "Let's go!" The two of them hurried ahead.
Knives narrowed his eyes and followed after.
* * *
"Hey, Millie!" called Meryl. "This lady wants the coach to be placed here."
Millie turned around, "Oh. . .well that place is nice too!" She carried the huge furniture across the room. The elderly woman watched her and grinned, "Thank you, ladies. You two have been such a wonderful help."
Millie set the coach down then blushed, "Well, aside from keeping the town away from danger, us Bernedelli Insurance girls will do anything to make the citizens happy!" Meryl gave her friend a small smile, "Okay, Millie, let's get back to work."
The woman watched them carry more furniture in. "Keep up the good work! Hm. . .it's getting very hot today. Let's check on the weather channel shall we?" "You do that, ma'am!" Millie called while carrying a refrigerator she could not even carry. "Meryl? A little help?"
= = =
"Today, in the city of Millhorn," announced the weatherman. "There has been a strange gust of wind flying throughout the city. Many buildings are collapsing from this horrible tragic. There also has been an announcement that over fifty people are killed an hour. We do not know what caused this situation or even how to stop it. If you know any more information for -" The woman turned off the TV and gasped.
"Oh, my lord! That was terrible!" she said, putting her hands to her mouth.
Millie dropped the refrigerator, "Oh no. Bad weather!" Meryl's expression turned serious. She looked out the window and frowned, "Vash. . .please be okay. . ."