Disclaimer: Who says I own Trigun? *slap* don't say such things!
*Alright, it's a little on the short side, but I didn't want to put too much in or else I'd give everything away.*
Chapter Two: Threats and Introductions
I'm here now
Waiting
Holding on to reasons
Wasted
I faced it
Watching you deny me
Vertical Horizon- You Say
Knives' female captive stared impassively at him with her large, aqua eyes as he drew in a shuddering breath. He had depleted too much of his energy, and he was finally coming to terms with that fact. This was enraging him even more. He couldn't stand that she had outwitted him more than anyone he had ever known in less than ten minutes. But Knives wasn't going to give up, so he hurled another, if not somewhat pathetic, attempt to break the barrier. The fact that he had no access to her mind made his desire to get in grow; not only to finally receive the information he felt he deserved to know, but mostly to feel the smug satisfactory feeling that he had grown so fond of when he won.
But what irritated Knives beyond anything else, was the fact that this stupid piece of filth before him didn't seem to fear him. How could she not? He was the most powerful being on the planet. He had orchestrated the destruction of two of the major cities, killed countless humans, and had tried to destroy humanity before his second birthday. And she couldn't comprehend that he wasn't a man to make angry. She just sat there, effortlessly rebounded all of his attacks with that strange mirror-thing she had, and seemed all the while completely oblivious to the fact that she was sitting across the room from the most dangerous, volatile, and pissed off man on the whole planet. If she did anything else, he was going to loose it. And then she said it:
"Are you done yet?" she asked, obviously having grown tired of waiting for him to say something to her. She had gathered that it wasn't going to happen any time soon. If she wanted to find anything out, she would have to ask. And it was a completely sincere question on her part, and she in no way had intended for him to grow so agitated towards her as he did. But she watched as veins pulsed in his forehead and he began to shake with rage that she was sure he was fighting to the extent of his limits to contain. It made her laugh.
And as soon as the first giggle escaped her throat, Knives had his hands around it.
"Listen to me, you disgusting piece of filth." Knives hissed, bringing his face close to hers, his eyes glowing with the inhuman light that so often clouded them "the only reason I didn't kill you the moment I laid eyes on you was that you came here in a spaceship, and I want to know how. You will do as I tell you or you will die. If you give me the information I desire, I may not kill you slowly. If you disobey me, mark my words vermin, you won't live to see tomorrow." his eyes bored into hers, the anger and lack of sanity evident within his fiercely glowing eyes.
"Alright, you've made your point." the girl wheezed, her voice thin and hoarse without the proper amount of oxygen to supply herself with "I'll tell you how I got here." Knives' eyes lost their ferocity and his lips pulled back from his teeth in a satisfactory grin. He released his grip on her throat and backed away before she had a chance to react to the flow of oxygen that had resumed in her lungs.
The girl blinked for a few minutes, trying to regain her breath. She leaned over and closed her eyes, breathing deeply; enjoying the feeling of air in her lungs. She knew he was serious when he threatened to kill her. No one in their right mind jokes about that sort of thing. Then again, she was beginning to wonder about his mental capacity. But now wasn't the time to worry about how psychotic this strange man was; she was far too intrigued by his aggressive demeanor to allow him to dismiss her in a manner such as this.
"My name is Rhianne" she stated, extending out a slender hand towards him
