Hiya, loyal fans! {ARE there any of them to begin with?} Well anywho, this
is Shadow speaking. Hey, hey! Quick question. Was anyone out on Black
Friday? Hmmmmm..no, well enough talk, on with the story.
****part 5****
"GWAAAAAAAAAH!" the guy screamed. "My hand! You bastard! That was my FUCKIN' hand!" "Sucks for you, doesn't it, Lester." Jaime laughed. The remaining guys were pulling Red and the other guy onto their truck. He glared at me, and then turned his attention to Jaime. "We'll be back, bitch!" Lester snarled, "When we do come back, you better have our money!" Jaime stuck her tongue out at him. "Hey!" I said "Increase the peace, people! No need to fight, anymore, right, as long as Lester there apologizes for himself and his friends up there, we'll be on our merry way, with no more gunshots fired. Okay!" "Yeah, right, dumass. I ain't apologizin' to no one. Got it!" "Aww, geez!" I said, kind of disappointed. "Well, in any case, you guys should get moving, before you die of blood loss." (And as a final note:) "And remember.LOVE AND PEACE!!!" {I had to put it in! (} Jaime looked at me like I was a lunatic. She then grinned and said: "Hey Lester, I think Red may be having his period!" Lester (and me) looked at his crotch. {I know that doesn't sound right, okay! So sue me!}Sure enough blood was oozing out of his pants and onto the truck. "HAHAHAHAHA! Vash's right....God that'd be an embarrassin' way ta' go... hahahahaha..." Lester and the others glared at her before pulling off. "Jerks." she muttered. (a couple hours later) "Hey Vash, it's getting pretty dark..how far away are we from Smith anyway?" (Smith was the town that we were supposedly getting close to) "Uh, can't really tell. Ummmm, it should be another 15 miles." "Wait a sec! You said we were just 12 miles away before Red and his buddies caught up with us! What the hell is goin' on!" "Uh, heh heh, I had the, ah, map turned upside-down..." "WHAT!"
It was night out now. After a LOT of persuasion I convinced Jaime that she needed to get her shoulder bandadged up. She was still kinda pissed that I got us lost. "What the hell goes on in that blonde head of yours, anyway?" she snapped. "How couldja NOT notice the map being upside- down?!!" "I dunno." I moped. "From now on, I'll read the map, okay." she said. "...Yes." I muttered. I was thinking to myself about how I should've temporarily "borrowed" those guys' truck and how they probably had some water on there. Damn. I was as thirsty as the devil in hell. (Wait, does he get thirsty? I mean, he's probably used to the heat by now. He may not even need water. Maybe he drinks the blood of the damned souls. Maybe souls don't HAVE blood though. I mean, they've been disconnected from their orignal bodies, and the bodies have blood, not the souls and..) "Vash!" Jaime said. "What were you just thinking about? Your eyes were all glazed over and weird lookin'" "Does the devil get thirsty?" I asked. "What?" she said. "Does the devil get thirsty?" I repeated. "What would even make you think about that?" she wondered. "Nothing really," I said. "I was just curious." "You're weird." Jaime laughed. "Definitely the oddest man I've ever met in my life." We both sat there for awhile, until the inevitable question eventually came out. "Why were those guys after you." I asked, perfectly calmly. "Its none of your business." she responded just as calmly. "That's no way to answer some one who saved your life twice in one day." I joked. "It's a long story. Not very intresting anyway." she muttered. "Aw, come on!" I pleaded. "Tell. Tell." "God you're nosy." she said. "Fine then. You wanna hear it?" "Uh-huh." I nodded. "Okay, it started like this: My dad was born in Trinity, you know, where I'm from, and my mom was from Augusta. She moved to Trinity on her 18th birthday, where she met my dad, who was 19 at the time, and was workin' as the deputy. Well they fell in love, and got married two years later. When my mom was pregnant with me my dad became sheriff. He was out so much; he wasn't even there when I was born. My mom...uh, died from some complications after having me. My dad wasn't around to take care of me, so Phil and his wife, Carlie, my stepparents, took care of me for him. Phil got married pretty early, about 17, and Carlie was, I guess, 18. Everything went fine until I was about five. Phil and Carlie ran the bar then. Red and Lester and all of the others you saw earlier were makin' a ruckus, so to speak, so Carlie kicked them out. Later that day, when she was out shopping, she was murdered; probably by Red and the rest of them, but no one has any proof. That's when Phil started drinking really badly. I tried to get him to stop, but he'd never listen. He's a little better now, but not that much. Well, I was five, and wasn't getting any attention, so I was out on the streets late at night, at least, too late for a five-year-old to be out. Then Red found me. He was a really nice guy at first. He treated me like his sister. He'd never let the others pick with me. He taught me how to do some horrible things, though. Stealing and killing for one thing. He'd always say 'Come on, Jay. You don't trust me? Who found you in the streets that day? Who took care of you?' That's how he always got me to do whatever he wanted. 'Til I was about 11 they had me stealing little stuff from the grocery store and delivering 'dirty' packages. By the time I was 11, though, I was a master shot. Nobody except Lester was better than me. They started calling me their 'Shadow Gunner' so to speak. I was the one they sent to do their dirtiest work. They figured no one would would suspect me since I was a little kid. When I was 12, they wanted me to kill my best friend for Red, just 'cause he never could pay him back the $$20 he owed him. Of course I said no, so they beat the crap outta me.." she paused and hurriedly wiped away the tears that were forming. "Sorry. So they beat me up and made me stand there, and watch my best friend get shot dead. That was the first time in a long time that I remember crying. The tears didn't stop for days. I hated Red from that day on, and swore I'd get him back. Last year, a few weeks before my 14th birthday is when my dad was killed. He had arrested Red's little brother JoJo, his real name was Joseph, but everyone called him JoJo, he was arrested for arson. Red got real pissed then and went to the sheriff's office and shot my dad dead. That's when I told Red that I didn't want to be associated with him anymore. I told him I was sick of all the innocent people dying, and that we'd all have to atone for our sins in the afterlife. I told him that I didn't want to go to jail, and I've done enough damage to others lives already. After that, I knew he may try to kill me, so I stole about $$1000 from his stash and when on my way. Most of that money was mine anyway. Well, anyway, I ran as fast as I could, trying to get to Smith, were I'd be safe. I started to finally realize all the people that were close to me that died, or were killed. I cried so much. I still cry when I think about it." she was trying hard not to cry, but the tears didn't stop. "It was my fault Steve was killed." she sobbed. "I'm the reason. If it weren't for me he'd still be alive. I TOLD him to take he money, Vash! I TOLD HIM! And my dad, I loved him more than I realized. Even though I didn't live with him, he'd always try his hardest to spend time with me." I hugged her. I was regretting even bringing up such painful memories for her. "I never even met my mom. My parents, were, I guess, about your age when they had me." My age. Right. She tried to stop crying, but it only made more tears come out faster. "It's okay." I soothed. "I'm sorry for bringing it up. It must be a hard thing to talk about." She was crying so much, I've never seen so many tears come out of one person. She went through so much for someone her age. I knew how she felt, though. I empathized for her.
{Well, there it is! I am now pooped. Well, is it good? Is it? Come on! R&R. Leave me some feedback. TELL ME SOMETHING! - Shadow} {oh, and don't forget: LOVE AND PEACE!!!}
****part 5****
"GWAAAAAAAAAH!" the guy screamed. "My hand! You bastard! That was my FUCKIN' hand!" "Sucks for you, doesn't it, Lester." Jaime laughed. The remaining guys were pulling Red and the other guy onto their truck. He glared at me, and then turned his attention to Jaime. "We'll be back, bitch!" Lester snarled, "When we do come back, you better have our money!" Jaime stuck her tongue out at him. "Hey!" I said "Increase the peace, people! No need to fight, anymore, right, as long as Lester there apologizes for himself and his friends up there, we'll be on our merry way, with no more gunshots fired. Okay!" "Yeah, right, dumass. I ain't apologizin' to no one. Got it!" "Aww, geez!" I said, kind of disappointed. "Well, in any case, you guys should get moving, before you die of blood loss." (And as a final note:) "And remember.LOVE AND PEACE!!!" {I had to put it in! (} Jaime looked at me like I was a lunatic. She then grinned and said: "Hey Lester, I think Red may be having his period!" Lester (and me) looked at his crotch. {I know that doesn't sound right, okay! So sue me!}Sure enough blood was oozing out of his pants and onto the truck. "HAHAHAHAHA! Vash's right....God that'd be an embarrassin' way ta' go... hahahahaha..." Lester and the others glared at her before pulling off. "Jerks." she muttered. (a couple hours later) "Hey Vash, it's getting pretty dark..how far away are we from Smith anyway?" (Smith was the town that we were supposedly getting close to) "Uh, can't really tell. Ummmm, it should be another 15 miles." "Wait a sec! You said we were just 12 miles away before Red and his buddies caught up with us! What the hell is goin' on!" "Uh, heh heh, I had the, ah, map turned upside-down..." "WHAT!"
It was night out now. After a LOT of persuasion I convinced Jaime that she needed to get her shoulder bandadged up. She was still kinda pissed that I got us lost. "What the hell goes on in that blonde head of yours, anyway?" she snapped. "How couldja NOT notice the map being upside- down?!!" "I dunno." I moped. "From now on, I'll read the map, okay." she said. "...Yes." I muttered. I was thinking to myself about how I should've temporarily "borrowed" those guys' truck and how they probably had some water on there. Damn. I was as thirsty as the devil in hell. (Wait, does he get thirsty? I mean, he's probably used to the heat by now. He may not even need water. Maybe he drinks the blood of the damned souls. Maybe souls don't HAVE blood though. I mean, they've been disconnected from their orignal bodies, and the bodies have blood, not the souls and..) "Vash!" Jaime said. "What were you just thinking about? Your eyes were all glazed over and weird lookin'" "Does the devil get thirsty?" I asked. "What?" she said. "Does the devil get thirsty?" I repeated. "What would even make you think about that?" she wondered. "Nothing really," I said. "I was just curious." "You're weird." Jaime laughed. "Definitely the oddest man I've ever met in my life." We both sat there for awhile, until the inevitable question eventually came out. "Why were those guys after you." I asked, perfectly calmly. "Its none of your business." she responded just as calmly. "That's no way to answer some one who saved your life twice in one day." I joked. "It's a long story. Not very intresting anyway." she muttered. "Aw, come on!" I pleaded. "Tell. Tell." "God you're nosy." she said. "Fine then. You wanna hear it?" "Uh-huh." I nodded. "Okay, it started like this: My dad was born in Trinity, you know, where I'm from, and my mom was from Augusta. She moved to Trinity on her 18th birthday, where she met my dad, who was 19 at the time, and was workin' as the deputy. Well they fell in love, and got married two years later. When my mom was pregnant with me my dad became sheriff. He was out so much; he wasn't even there when I was born. My mom...uh, died from some complications after having me. My dad wasn't around to take care of me, so Phil and his wife, Carlie, my stepparents, took care of me for him. Phil got married pretty early, about 17, and Carlie was, I guess, 18. Everything went fine until I was about five. Phil and Carlie ran the bar then. Red and Lester and all of the others you saw earlier were makin' a ruckus, so to speak, so Carlie kicked them out. Later that day, when she was out shopping, she was murdered; probably by Red and the rest of them, but no one has any proof. That's when Phil started drinking really badly. I tried to get him to stop, but he'd never listen. He's a little better now, but not that much. Well, I was five, and wasn't getting any attention, so I was out on the streets late at night, at least, too late for a five-year-old to be out. Then Red found me. He was a really nice guy at first. He treated me like his sister. He'd never let the others pick with me. He taught me how to do some horrible things, though. Stealing and killing for one thing. He'd always say 'Come on, Jay. You don't trust me? Who found you in the streets that day? Who took care of you?' That's how he always got me to do whatever he wanted. 'Til I was about 11 they had me stealing little stuff from the grocery store and delivering 'dirty' packages. By the time I was 11, though, I was a master shot. Nobody except Lester was better than me. They started calling me their 'Shadow Gunner' so to speak. I was the one they sent to do their dirtiest work. They figured no one would would suspect me since I was a little kid. When I was 12, they wanted me to kill my best friend for Red, just 'cause he never could pay him back the $$20 he owed him. Of course I said no, so they beat the crap outta me.." she paused and hurriedly wiped away the tears that were forming. "Sorry. So they beat me up and made me stand there, and watch my best friend get shot dead. That was the first time in a long time that I remember crying. The tears didn't stop for days. I hated Red from that day on, and swore I'd get him back. Last year, a few weeks before my 14th birthday is when my dad was killed. He had arrested Red's little brother JoJo, his real name was Joseph, but everyone called him JoJo, he was arrested for arson. Red got real pissed then and went to the sheriff's office and shot my dad dead. That's when I told Red that I didn't want to be associated with him anymore. I told him I was sick of all the innocent people dying, and that we'd all have to atone for our sins in the afterlife. I told him that I didn't want to go to jail, and I've done enough damage to others lives already. After that, I knew he may try to kill me, so I stole about $$1000 from his stash and when on my way. Most of that money was mine anyway. Well, anyway, I ran as fast as I could, trying to get to Smith, were I'd be safe. I started to finally realize all the people that were close to me that died, or were killed. I cried so much. I still cry when I think about it." she was trying hard not to cry, but the tears didn't stop. "It was my fault Steve was killed." she sobbed. "I'm the reason. If it weren't for me he'd still be alive. I TOLD him to take he money, Vash! I TOLD HIM! And my dad, I loved him more than I realized. Even though I didn't live with him, he'd always try his hardest to spend time with me." I hugged her. I was regretting even bringing up such painful memories for her. "I never even met my mom. My parents, were, I guess, about your age when they had me." My age. Right. She tried to stop crying, but it only made more tears come out faster. "It's okay." I soothed. "I'm sorry for bringing it up. It must be a hard thing to talk about." She was crying so much, I've never seen so many tears come out of one person. She went through so much for someone her age. I knew how she felt, though. I empathized for her.
{Well, there it is! I am now pooped. Well, is it good? Is it? Come on! R&R. Leave me some feedback. TELL ME SOMETHING! - Shadow} {oh, and don't forget: LOVE AND PEACE!!!}
