| Chapter 8 |
"What happened to this place?" Marianne gasped as she walked in. Vash observed the city, now in ruins, "Man, every where's a wreck!" Dust blew around everytime he took a step. They could hear coughs from here and there.
"Let's go help as much people we can," he told her. She nodded back.
When Knives walked in, he laughed to himself. He stood there as he watched Marianne and Vash digging through the dirt for any surviving beings.
"Don't worry," Vash told a woman, "You'll be okay." He led them all to a safe corner. "What are we going to do?" Marianne asked him. She looked from one person to another. "We need to find shelter. But where?"
"Knives!" scolded Vash. "Don't just stand there! Help us!" Knives stood where he was and rested his eyes, "No thanks, I'm fine thank you." Vash narrowed his eyes at him, then turned back to the now homeless. All of them just coughed. Their face was covered in dust so much that you couldn't even tell them apart.
"Wait here," he told Marianne, "I'll go find help." He quickly hurried off. She watched him leave until his figure was a little spec. She took a deep breath. Everything was happening too fast. The death of her aunt, her father, and the chaos of this city. It was even too much for Vash the Stampede, how can she do it alone?
"He's Vash the Stampede," she said quietly. "He knows what he's doing. And whatever that is, he'll always find a way for everyone . . .even risking his own life."
"Why does he always act like that?" Knives asked, still resting his eyes, folding his arms. Marianne shrugged and smiled, "I really don't understand him either. But I do know that this world is nothing without him." Knives gave a small laugh.
"Tell me," she asked him. "What makes him your enemy? Why do you hate him?" She watched him as she waited for a good reason. Knives opened his eyes and stared at the ground. "I. . .don't hate him." He paused.
"We just disagreed on a few things," he stopped, afraid of what he was going to say next would offend her. She looked away from Knives, "It's okay. I understand. Some people don't think like you. They all have different minds. But you still love him because he's your brother, right?"
Knives looked up at her and nodded.
Both of them stopped talking as they waited for Vash to come back. The coughs got harder, making them suffocate. Marianne sat there, feeling so helpless. Knives felt helpless too. He could hear a loud voice coming from nowhere. He looked ahead to see if Vash was coming back. But he's not.
He walked over to Marianne and sat down beside her. She didn't seem to notice him, but he could see tears. His arms wrapped around her as he pulled her closer in to him. She cuddled in to make herself more comfortable. His chin rested on her head.
He was in love. He was showing it. And despite him opposing Vash, she responded.
Knives never wanted this feeling to end. He never felt so blissful everytime he's around her. He held her closer when he heard the sound of pain and felt hot tears of sadness.
He was a murderer. His goal was to destroy all human beings on the planet. Leaving only himself and his brother. When they were young, he and Vash had the IQ of a computer. Guess humans were jealous. So they'll do anything to destroy their creation. But then why is he so in love with this human? How is she so different than the rest?
He couldn't answer his own questions. Soon he'll be lost in a state of confusion.
(Rem, Vash, and Knives were taking a walk down the grassy plains. Vash soon spotted a spider web, a spider about to eat its butterfly supper. It crawled up the web towards its meal and sticks its fangs out. The butterfly squirms but got nowhere. Vash bent down to take a better look, reaching his hands to try to grab them.)
Marianne looked up at Knives, who was stiff, "Are you alright?" Knives looked down at her, "Yes, I'm fine." She broke free from him, "Are you sure? You're all pale." He could see the concern in her eyes.
"Knives! Marianne!" came Vash's voice. He rushed over to them and collapsed on the ground. Meryl and Millie followed after.
"Not them again!" Knives muttered. Meryl bent down in front of the still coughing people. She and Millie took out their first aid kit and healed the patients as much as they can. "There is a live town near here," Meryl explained. "We just need to hop on a train to get them there. I heard the doctors at that town are professionals."
"Sounds good," agreed Vash. Marianne went over to help.
Knives stood up and walked over to the corner again. No one seems to notice him, and that's just the way he likes it.
30 Minutes Later
"Okay, let's get them to the train station," instructed Meryl. Each of them helped the people up and walks them to the station. Two children sat there waiting, their eyes were full of tears from pain.
They watched as others got carried away and hoping that they would be next. They would do anything to get away from this city as soon as possible.
"Knives," called Vash. "Carry those kids, will you?"
Knives looked at the kids, then turned away, "If I refuse?" "Do it!" yelled Vash. He was having a miserable time already. "I don't have time to play around Knives. It's either you help us, or get out of here! We don't have time for you!"
Knives looked over at Marianne, who was picking up a dirty child. He sighed and walked over to the children. He winced as they stared up at him. He will regret it. Then he picked them up and headed to the station.
"What happened to this place?" Marianne gasped as she walked in. Vash observed the city, now in ruins, "Man, every where's a wreck!" Dust blew around everytime he took a step. They could hear coughs from here and there.
"Let's go help as much people we can," he told her. She nodded back.
When Knives walked in, he laughed to himself. He stood there as he watched Marianne and Vash digging through the dirt for any surviving beings.
"Don't worry," Vash told a woman, "You'll be okay." He led them all to a safe corner. "What are we going to do?" Marianne asked him. She looked from one person to another. "We need to find shelter. But where?"
"Knives!" scolded Vash. "Don't just stand there! Help us!" Knives stood where he was and rested his eyes, "No thanks, I'm fine thank you." Vash narrowed his eyes at him, then turned back to the now homeless. All of them just coughed. Their face was covered in dust so much that you couldn't even tell them apart.
"Wait here," he told Marianne, "I'll go find help." He quickly hurried off. She watched him leave until his figure was a little spec. She took a deep breath. Everything was happening too fast. The death of her aunt, her father, and the chaos of this city. It was even too much for Vash the Stampede, how can she do it alone?
"He's Vash the Stampede," she said quietly. "He knows what he's doing. And whatever that is, he'll always find a way for everyone . . .even risking his own life."
"Why does he always act like that?" Knives asked, still resting his eyes, folding his arms. Marianne shrugged and smiled, "I really don't understand him either. But I do know that this world is nothing without him." Knives gave a small laugh.
"Tell me," she asked him. "What makes him your enemy? Why do you hate him?" She watched him as she waited for a good reason. Knives opened his eyes and stared at the ground. "I. . .don't hate him." He paused.
"We just disagreed on a few things," he stopped, afraid of what he was going to say next would offend her. She looked away from Knives, "It's okay. I understand. Some people don't think like you. They all have different minds. But you still love him because he's your brother, right?"
Knives looked up at her and nodded.
Both of them stopped talking as they waited for Vash to come back. The coughs got harder, making them suffocate. Marianne sat there, feeling so helpless. Knives felt helpless too. He could hear a loud voice coming from nowhere. He looked ahead to see if Vash was coming back. But he's not.
He walked over to Marianne and sat down beside her. She didn't seem to notice him, but he could see tears. His arms wrapped around her as he pulled her closer in to him. She cuddled in to make herself more comfortable. His chin rested on her head.
He was in love. He was showing it. And despite him opposing Vash, she responded.
Knives never wanted this feeling to end. He never felt so blissful everytime he's around her. He held her closer when he heard the sound of pain and felt hot tears of sadness.
He was a murderer. His goal was to destroy all human beings on the planet. Leaving only himself and his brother. When they were young, he and Vash had the IQ of a computer. Guess humans were jealous. So they'll do anything to destroy their creation. But then why is he so in love with this human? How is she so different than the rest?
He couldn't answer his own questions. Soon he'll be lost in a state of confusion.
(Rem, Vash, and Knives were taking a walk down the grassy plains. Vash soon spotted a spider web, a spider about to eat its butterfly supper. It crawled up the web towards its meal and sticks its fangs out. The butterfly squirms but got nowhere. Vash bent down to take a better look, reaching his hands to try to grab them.)
Marianne looked up at Knives, who was stiff, "Are you alright?" Knives looked down at her, "Yes, I'm fine." She broke free from him, "Are you sure? You're all pale." He could see the concern in her eyes.
"Knives! Marianne!" came Vash's voice. He rushed over to them and collapsed on the ground. Meryl and Millie followed after.
"Not them again!" Knives muttered. Meryl bent down in front of the still coughing people. She and Millie took out their first aid kit and healed the patients as much as they can. "There is a live town near here," Meryl explained. "We just need to hop on a train to get them there. I heard the doctors at that town are professionals."
"Sounds good," agreed Vash. Marianne went over to help.
Knives stood up and walked over to the corner again. No one seems to notice him, and that's just the way he likes it.
30 Minutes Later
"Okay, let's get them to the train station," instructed Meryl. Each of them helped the people up and walks them to the station. Two children sat there waiting, their eyes were full of tears from pain.
They watched as others got carried away and hoping that they would be next. They would do anything to get away from this city as soon as possible.
"Knives," called Vash. "Carry those kids, will you?"
Knives looked at the kids, then turned away, "If I refuse?" "Do it!" yelled Vash. He was having a miserable time already. "I don't have time to play around Knives. It's either you help us, or get out of here! We don't have time for you!"
Knives looked over at Marianne, who was picking up a dirty child. He sighed and walked over to the children. He winced as they stared up at him. He will regret it. Then he picked them up and headed to the station.