Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. Wish I did though.
Chapter 3: Angel
Year: February 12, 2193
After it was found out I was a perfect shot with a gun. I was moved up to an advanced assassin training, which lasted for well over four years. Even after all this time, I still didn't converse with the people around me.
Truth be told it made me sick to see them laugh with each other, this was serious business. A couple of times I told them off for having fun while out people were out there dying for us. After that everyone avoided me like a plague. That's the way I wanted it.
One night I lay in my cot, listening to the sounds of people wandering around out side the barracks. Sighing I left the barracks and headed toward the plant.
I don't know exactly why but there was something definitely weird about the plants. No one knew exactly what they were, during a crisis, like a power failure technicians would claim they had seen and angel inside the bulb.
I had yet to witness such a thing, but that's what drew me to the bulb.
I wanted to see the angel.
Sometimes I talk to it. As if there were an angel in the bulb who would listen to all I would say and not judge me. At first the technicians objected to me being there claming it was too dangerous. Or that there were delicate instruments that couldn't be disturbed. But like all people before them they left me alone after awhile and seemed willing to let me talk to the glowing orb.
Tonight all the plant technicians were all out with the rest of Luna Station celebration the capture of Olympus City on Mars, and I was alone with the bulb.
"Hey," I said, not really expecting an answer, "We captured Olympus City today. Everyone's celebrating." I placed my hands on the smooth glass and peered inside, "I don't get it, we shouldn't be stopping and celebrating, we need to get them when their down. Stopping now only lets them regain their footing."
-Why do you fight?- asked a serene voice in my head.
Shocked I stumbled back, and probably would have fallen over the edge of the platform had it not been for the railing.
I looked around, "Who said that?"
Movement in the bulb caught my eye, I jerked my head forward and gasped as a large form descended from the glare in the bulb.
An angel.
She touched the glass on her side, and slowly I moved forward, "What are you"
-Why, that's a silly question. You know what I am.- she laughed in my head.
"A plant. An angel. Plant angel. I-I'm Rem."
-My name is Eulogia, that is what he called me anyway.-
"Who?"
-Doctor Brannock. Do you know of him?-
I searched my memory, "Doctor Brannock? The geneticist bio-engineer who created the plants."
-Yes.-
"Wow." I stared up at her and for the first time since Sara's death I was truly amazed by something.
-Please, the question I asked earlier...-
"Oh, yes," I looked down at my boots for a minute, "We fight for many things..."
For the next hour I tried to explain how this war started, but to my frustration as I explained it to her none of it seemed like relevant cause to go to war.
-And you. Why do you fight?-
I blinked tears out of my eyes as I remembered the reports that the Hydroponics Lab had been hit dead on and they had read the list of dead, "I- I mean, my sister was killed in the first battle, she was in the Hydroponics Lab which was hit dead on by a kamikaze pilot. Those bastards took my only family away, so I want to make their lives a living hell."
-I see.- But something about the tone of her mental voice told me she didn't.
I said my good-byes and left the plant, I sneered at the ground, she was like the rest, she didn't understand. No one did. But no matter what, I would have my revenge, even if it took me my whole life.
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Doctor Brannock is of my own creation, as well as Eulogia(Look it up.)
Review please! Thankee to my first reviewers, you know who you are!
Chapter 3: Angel
Year: February 12, 2193
After it was found out I was a perfect shot with a gun. I was moved up to an advanced assassin training, which lasted for well over four years. Even after all this time, I still didn't converse with the people around me.
Truth be told it made me sick to see them laugh with each other, this was serious business. A couple of times I told them off for having fun while out people were out there dying for us. After that everyone avoided me like a plague. That's the way I wanted it.
One night I lay in my cot, listening to the sounds of people wandering around out side the barracks. Sighing I left the barracks and headed toward the plant.
I don't know exactly why but there was something definitely weird about the plants. No one knew exactly what they were, during a crisis, like a power failure technicians would claim they had seen and angel inside the bulb.
I had yet to witness such a thing, but that's what drew me to the bulb.
I wanted to see the angel.
Sometimes I talk to it. As if there were an angel in the bulb who would listen to all I would say and not judge me. At first the technicians objected to me being there claming it was too dangerous. Or that there were delicate instruments that couldn't be disturbed. But like all people before them they left me alone after awhile and seemed willing to let me talk to the glowing orb.
Tonight all the plant technicians were all out with the rest of Luna Station celebration the capture of Olympus City on Mars, and I was alone with the bulb.
"Hey," I said, not really expecting an answer, "We captured Olympus City today. Everyone's celebrating." I placed my hands on the smooth glass and peered inside, "I don't get it, we shouldn't be stopping and celebrating, we need to get them when their down. Stopping now only lets them regain their footing."
-Why do you fight?- asked a serene voice in my head.
Shocked I stumbled back, and probably would have fallen over the edge of the platform had it not been for the railing.
I looked around, "Who said that?"
Movement in the bulb caught my eye, I jerked my head forward and gasped as a large form descended from the glare in the bulb.
An angel.
She touched the glass on her side, and slowly I moved forward, "What are you"
-Why, that's a silly question. You know what I am.- she laughed in my head.
"A plant. An angel. Plant angel. I-I'm Rem."
-My name is Eulogia, that is what he called me anyway.-
"Who?"
-Doctor Brannock. Do you know of him?-
I searched my memory, "Doctor Brannock? The geneticist bio-engineer who created the plants."
-Yes.-
"Wow." I stared up at her and for the first time since Sara's death I was truly amazed by something.
-Please, the question I asked earlier...-
"Oh, yes," I looked down at my boots for a minute, "We fight for many things..."
For the next hour I tried to explain how this war started, but to my frustration as I explained it to her none of it seemed like relevant cause to go to war.
-And you. Why do you fight?-
I blinked tears out of my eyes as I remembered the reports that the Hydroponics Lab had been hit dead on and they had read the list of dead, "I- I mean, my sister was killed in the first battle, she was in the Hydroponics Lab which was hit dead on by a kamikaze pilot. Those bastards took my only family away, so I want to make their lives a living hell."
-I see.- But something about the tone of her mental voice told me she didn't.
I said my good-byes and left the plant, I sneered at the ground, she was like the rest, she didn't understand. No one did. But no matter what, I would have my revenge, even if it took me my whole life.
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Doctor Brannock is of my own creation, as well as Eulogia(Look it up.)
Review please! Thankee to my first reviewers, you know who you are!