Trigun
Dragon's Breath
Written by: Spike (No, I don't own Trigun, or anything about it, but anybody or thing I create is MINE!)
A/N: My first serious and seriously long fiction. I've been writing this in my head for a while, and reading Engel: Sacrifice helped me. So, here it goes. First, though, I should give you a little prolouge along with the first chapter, so here I go!
Prolouge: The End... Or the Beginning?
It's been one year since Vash the Stampede stopped his manical brother, Knives Million, from ending anyone else's lives. He did leave his last words as following his own ideals, while still keeping Rem in mind. Soon after, he left. Meryl and Millie found Knives waiting for them, and he began to question them about his brother. They had no idea where he went, and the next day, Knives was gone. Both girls quit the insurance company - Meryl went to look for Vash and Knives, and Millie went to the church to become a priest, in memory of her fallen love, Wolfwood.
Since then, it's been a living hell. The Bad Lads, who were once before under the charge of BDN (who was murdered by a unknown assassin), began to gain more power after Vash's last fight. Soon, their ambitions turned from robberies and drunken parties to real business - taking over or otherwise blowing up towns. Everyone living, glad for a few days that the Humanoid Typhoon had finally passed, were thrown into fresh leaps of terror as the Bad Lads, now called the Grog Mob, began to put up a reign of terror over the planet of Gunsmoke.
But all was not lost. Millie, who was learning about this increasing pang of terror through her teachers, decided that she was going to stop the Grog Mob's reign of terror. She began to search out the best gunmen and gunwomen in hopes of stopping this terrible madness. Her search led her back to Meryl, since they were both now seeking the same person - Vash. Without him, the resistance would surely fall under the Grog Mob's power. But Millie had an idea - if she could somehow alert the people of Gunsmoke to resist without letting the Grog Mob know what she was doing, there was a chance that the people could hold off the Grog Mob until Vash the Stampede turned up.
Trouble is, Vash the Stampede could be anywhere... doing anything... So how does anyone plan to find a needle in a haystack?
Simple - use a horse.
Chapter: Excess Casualties
"How about the newspaper?"
"No. The Grog Mob has control of the paper companies."
Meryl and Millie were sitting in a quiet little saloon in Augusta, thinking about how to get the word out to resist, because Vash the Stampede was returning! Of course, the two of them were both at loss as to how their plans could work. Millie was coming up with some excellent ideas, but none of them would work - not while the Grog Mob was out.
"Well, Meryl, how can we do this quickly? We have to make people resist the Grog Mob or we'll never buy enough time to hunt out Vash."
Meryl sighed deeply into her cup. She knew Millie was right, but there was just no way of doing this properly - not without anyone related to the Grog Mob finding out. She sighed again, and her reflection wavered inside her cup. At this, a mysterious man sitting in the corner dressed in nothing but black immediatly left the saloon.
"I just... don't know anymore, Millie. I've run out of ideas altogether."
Just then, there was a commotion outside. A few men wearing shirts containing a beer bottle and a red line pointing straight inside the bottle were outside, poking at the man who had just left the saloon. They were apparently trying to get him to tell them something. Everyone turned their heads to watch. The men turned their attention from the man to the audience.
"What the hell are you people looking at?? Damn!"
At that, they opened fire. The bartender, Meryl, and Millie all ducked down beneath the bartender counter, but everyone else was slayed where they stood. Looking outside a side window, Meryl could faintly see boxes of dynamite being loaded into the side of the building. Millie, meanwhile, was loading up her gun.
"Millie! Millie!!"
Meryl whispered quietly to Millie. When she finally looked up, Meryl pointed out the dynamite. At that, Millie jumped up, gun fully loaded. On the ground near where Meryl and Millie's table had been, a cross-shaped gun wrapped in a neat white cloth lay on the ground. Millie, however, had gone ballistic at the gunfire and completely forgotten it.
"No dirtbag gets away with shooting my bowl of pudding! GET OUT OF THE WAY!!"
Millie opened fire. Within seconds, the men were dead. Scarlet liquid spilled out of their wounds, and from one of the men's pocket fell a small, square item - the bomb trigger. Meryl sprung into action, grabbing both the cross-shaped gun and the bomb detonator. She pulled the cross-shaped gun close to her and flung the detonator at Millie.
"Target practice, Millie!"
BOOM!! The detonator was down in a flurry of bullets. The dynamite outside was now useless without a proper trigger. Meryl sighed again and looked around. The mysterious man from eariler had ducked behind a window and watched the whole thing, but when Meryl started looking around, he ran for it. No one heard him leave.
"Everything OK, Millie? Bartender?"
Millie smiled and nodded cheerfully, and the bartender raised his hand in a thumbs-up, signifing that he, too, was OK. Relieved, Meryl walked over to where Millie was standing and handed her the cross-shaped gun.
"Here... I think this is yours. Wouldn't want anything to happen to our Cross Punisher, right?"
Millie's face became sullen with grief, though she quickly hid it with one of her fake smiles. "Yeah."
Meryl knew what Millie was feeling - this cross-shaped gun, the Cross Punisher, was a reminder of her first love, Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Even holding his gun just made her feel sad inside. But she was still fighting, still using this gun as a reminder of everything Wolfwood stood for, and Millie did owe him at least that much.
"Come on, Millie. If we hurry, we can catch a sandsteamer to October. I hear there's someone there who can help us with our problem."
Millie became her usual cheerful self again and nodded. As the two of them left, they noticed the dead bodies and splattered crimson blood covering the streets - the Grog Mob had failed to get the saloon, but not the rest of the town. Meryl's heart gave a jolt inside her chest.
"All those innocent people... dead... At least the sandsteamer is protected by all laws, even gangs, so we can still have a chance of making it to October."
===Meanwhile...===
"October, huh? Guess that's my cue. I should hurry - they can't get there and not see the guy they're looking for, right, Rem?"
A familiar person pulled off his cloak and hat, both of black, revealing long, blonde, and spikey hair, a red coat full of buttons, and a sullen face, whose blue-ish eyes were hidden beneath sunglasses of yellow-orange.
"Time to get into another costume."
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Eek! Already, Vash makes an appearence! You'll see a lot of him later, but it's not my place to tell. I guarantee you, this'll be a very powerful fanfiction. And I'll always post a new chapter every week until it's done, too, so the wait time isn't bad, either. See you all next chapter!
-Spike (Bright, shining hearts forever more - endlessly smile, for you are alive.)
Dragon's Breath
Written by: Spike (No, I don't own Trigun, or anything about it, but anybody or thing I create is MINE!)
A/N: My first serious and seriously long fiction. I've been writing this in my head for a while, and reading Engel: Sacrifice helped me. So, here it goes. First, though, I should give you a little prolouge along with the first chapter, so here I go!
Prolouge: The End... Or the Beginning?
It's been one year since Vash the Stampede stopped his manical brother, Knives Million, from ending anyone else's lives. He did leave his last words as following his own ideals, while still keeping Rem in mind. Soon after, he left. Meryl and Millie found Knives waiting for them, and he began to question them about his brother. They had no idea where he went, and the next day, Knives was gone. Both girls quit the insurance company - Meryl went to look for Vash and Knives, and Millie went to the church to become a priest, in memory of her fallen love, Wolfwood.
Since then, it's been a living hell. The Bad Lads, who were once before under the charge of BDN (who was murdered by a unknown assassin), began to gain more power after Vash's last fight. Soon, their ambitions turned from robberies and drunken parties to real business - taking over or otherwise blowing up towns. Everyone living, glad for a few days that the Humanoid Typhoon had finally passed, were thrown into fresh leaps of terror as the Bad Lads, now called the Grog Mob, began to put up a reign of terror over the planet of Gunsmoke.
But all was not lost. Millie, who was learning about this increasing pang of terror through her teachers, decided that she was going to stop the Grog Mob's reign of terror. She began to search out the best gunmen and gunwomen in hopes of stopping this terrible madness. Her search led her back to Meryl, since they were both now seeking the same person - Vash. Without him, the resistance would surely fall under the Grog Mob's power. But Millie had an idea - if she could somehow alert the people of Gunsmoke to resist without letting the Grog Mob know what she was doing, there was a chance that the people could hold off the Grog Mob until Vash the Stampede turned up.
Trouble is, Vash the Stampede could be anywhere... doing anything... So how does anyone plan to find a needle in a haystack?
Simple - use a horse.
Chapter: Excess Casualties
"How about the newspaper?"
"No. The Grog Mob has control of the paper companies."
Meryl and Millie were sitting in a quiet little saloon in Augusta, thinking about how to get the word out to resist, because Vash the Stampede was returning! Of course, the two of them were both at loss as to how their plans could work. Millie was coming up with some excellent ideas, but none of them would work - not while the Grog Mob was out.
"Well, Meryl, how can we do this quickly? We have to make people resist the Grog Mob or we'll never buy enough time to hunt out Vash."
Meryl sighed deeply into her cup. She knew Millie was right, but there was just no way of doing this properly - not without anyone related to the Grog Mob finding out. She sighed again, and her reflection wavered inside her cup. At this, a mysterious man sitting in the corner dressed in nothing but black immediatly left the saloon.
"I just... don't know anymore, Millie. I've run out of ideas altogether."
Just then, there was a commotion outside. A few men wearing shirts containing a beer bottle and a red line pointing straight inside the bottle were outside, poking at the man who had just left the saloon. They were apparently trying to get him to tell them something. Everyone turned their heads to watch. The men turned their attention from the man to the audience.
"What the hell are you people looking at?? Damn!"
At that, they opened fire. The bartender, Meryl, and Millie all ducked down beneath the bartender counter, but everyone else was slayed where they stood. Looking outside a side window, Meryl could faintly see boxes of dynamite being loaded into the side of the building. Millie, meanwhile, was loading up her gun.
"Millie! Millie!!"
Meryl whispered quietly to Millie. When she finally looked up, Meryl pointed out the dynamite. At that, Millie jumped up, gun fully loaded. On the ground near where Meryl and Millie's table had been, a cross-shaped gun wrapped in a neat white cloth lay on the ground. Millie, however, had gone ballistic at the gunfire and completely forgotten it.
"No dirtbag gets away with shooting my bowl of pudding! GET OUT OF THE WAY!!"
Millie opened fire. Within seconds, the men were dead. Scarlet liquid spilled out of their wounds, and from one of the men's pocket fell a small, square item - the bomb trigger. Meryl sprung into action, grabbing both the cross-shaped gun and the bomb detonator. She pulled the cross-shaped gun close to her and flung the detonator at Millie.
"Target practice, Millie!"
BOOM!! The detonator was down in a flurry of bullets. The dynamite outside was now useless without a proper trigger. Meryl sighed again and looked around. The mysterious man from eariler had ducked behind a window and watched the whole thing, but when Meryl started looking around, he ran for it. No one heard him leave.
"Everything OK, Millie? Bartender?"
Millie smiled and nodded cheerfully, and the bartender raised his hand in a thumbs-up, signifing that he, too, was OK. Relieved, Meryl walked over to where Millie was standing and handed her the cross-shaped gun.
"Here... I think this is yours. Wouldn't want anything to happen to our Cross Punisher, right?"
Millie's face became sullen with grief, though she quickly hid it with one of her fake smiles. "Yeah."
Meryl knew what Millie was feeling - this cross-shaped gun, the Cross Punisher, was a reminder of her first love, Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Even holding his gun just made her feel sad inside. But she was still fighting, still using this gun as a reminder of everything Wolfwood stood for, and Millie did owe him at least that much.
"Come on, Millie. If we hurry, we can catch a sandsteamer to October. I hear there's someone there who can help us with our problem."
Millie became her usual cheerful self again and nodded. As the two of them left, they noticed the dead bodies and splattered crimson blood covering the streets - the Grog Mob had failed to get the saloon, but not the rest of the town. Meryl's heart gave a jolt inside her chest.
"All those innocent people... dead... At least the sandsteamer is protected by all laws, even gangs, so we can still have a chance of making it to October."
===Meanwhile...===
"October, huh? Guess that's my cue. I should hurry - they can't get there and not see the guy they're looking for, right, Rem?"
A familiar person pulled off his cloak and hat, both of black, revealing long, blonde, and spikey hair, a red coat full of buttons, and a sullen face, whose blue-ish eyes were hidden beneath sunglasses of yellow-orange.
"Time to get into another costume."
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Eek! Already, Vash makes an appearence! You'll see a lot of him later, but it's not my place to tell. I guarantee you, this'll be a very powerful fanfiction. And I'll always post a new chapter every week until it's done, too, so the wait time isn't bad, either. See you all next chapter!
-Spike (Bright, shining hearts forever more - endlessly smile, for you are alive.)