Chapter 6: The Battle Begins.
Spike got into his clothes and loaded his weapons. He'd let Vash play around long enough. He was going to get serious, he kept thinking to himself, as images of the bounty flashed in his mind.
"So, you're going to take him today?" Jet asked him.
"Yeah, alone," Spike said, as he lit a cigarette.
He opened the door, and stepped into the hall, just as Vash was coming out. Merrill, Milly, and Faye followed him.
"Must have been some night, with three girls, Vash the Stampede," Spike said to him jokingly.
Vash turned to see him.
"I know you. You're the guy from the bar," Vash said, in a childish way.
"There's a bounty out for you, Vash, and I'm not going to let it slip through my fingers. That bounty is mine."
"Spike! You can't!" Faye protested.
"Shut up! I don't care about you, Faye. You were a tag along from the start, so don't go thinking I will give up so you can have that money."
"What! He saved my life, Spike. I would dare do it, now, even for all that money!"
Vash interrupted.
"Well, why don't we settle this like gentlemen do here?"
Spike looked puzzled.
"A duel, my bounty hunting friend," Vash replied.
Spike smiled. No one could outgun him. He was the best around, or so he thought.
"Fine, Stampede. We'll do it your way," Spike said confidently. ------------------- ------------------------ ------------------------- ----------------
The streets had cleared when the two stepped out. They both checked their guns and turned away from each other. Ten paces was decided, and they started to walk. Merrill, Milly, and Faye watched in anticipation. Jet watched from the window, as Ed and Ein watched from the roof. Ten paces reached, both turned. Suddenly, before either fired, blood shot from spike's back.
"Back down, bounty hunter!" a voice shouted, watching spike fall.
"Spike!" Jet yelled.
The form of Knives, Vash's brother, dropped into the street. He walked up to Spike and kicked him away with great force. He landed hard on the other side of the street.
"Knives, What are you doing here!?" Vash cried in surprise.
"It's time we finish our fight, Vash. Let him die. If he had killed you, I would never have gotten this opportunity. Fight me Vash, now!"
Vash fired at Knives and ducked behind some barrels.
"Fool," Knives snickered.
Knives gave two shots, which both made large, round holes on both sides of the barrel. Vash jumped and fired back at him again. In his arrogance, a bullet collided with Knives' shoulder. Knives ignored the wound, and jumped back, firing at his brother.
Meanwhile, Spike managed to stand up. He cocked his gun, and shakily aimed at Knives. Vash saw him as well, just before Spike fired a bullet aimed for Knives' head.
Spike got into his clothes and loaded his weapons. He'd let Vash play around long enough. He was going to get serious, he kept thinking to himself, as images of the bounty flashed in his mind.
"So, you're going to take him today?" Jet asked him.
"Yeah, alone," Spike said, as he lit a cigarette.
He opened the door, and stepped into the hall, just as Vash was coming out. Merrill, Milly, and Faye followed him.
"Must have been some night, with three girls, Vash the Stampede," Spike said to him jokingly.
Vash turned to see him.
"I know you. You're the guy from the bar," Vash said, in a childish way.
"There's a bounty out for you, Vash, and I'm not going to let it slip through my fingers. That bounty is mine."
"Spike! You can't!" Faye protested.
"Shut up! I don't care about you, Faye. You were a tag along from the start, so don't go thinking I will give up so you can have that money."
"What! He saved my life, Spike. I would dare do it, now, even for all that money!"
Vash interrupted.
"Well, why don't we settle this like gentlemen do here?"
Spike looked puzzled.
"A duel, my bounty hunting friend," Vash replied.
Spike smiled. No one could outgun him. He was the best around, or so he thought.
"Fine, Stampede. We'll do it your way," Spike said confidently. ------------------- ------------------------ ------------------------- ----------------
The streets had cleared when the two stepped out. They both checked their guns and turned away from each other. Ten paces was decided, and they started to walk. Merrill, Milly, and Faye watched in anticipation. Jet watched from the window, as Ed and Ein watched from the roof. Ten paces reached, both turned. Suddenly, before either fired, blood shot from spike's back.
"Back down, bounty hunter!" a voice shouted, watching spike fall.
"Spike!" Jet yelled.
The form of Knives, Vash's brother, dropped into the street. He walked up to Spike and kicked him away with great force. He landed hard on the other side of the street.
"Knives, What are you doing here!?" Vash cried in surprise.
"It's time we finish our fight, Vash. Let him die. If he had killed you, I would never have gotten this opportunity. Fight me Vash, now!"
Vash fired at Knives and ducked behind some barrels.
"Fool," Knives snickered.
Knives gave two shots, which both made large, round holes on both sides of the barrel. Vash jumped and fired back at him again. In his arrogance, a bullet collided with Knives' shoulder. Knives ignored the wound, and jumped back, firing at his brother.
Meanwhile, Spike managed to stand up. He cocked his gun, and shakily aimed at Knives. Vash saw him as well, just before Spike fired a bullet aimed for Knives' head.