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ReVash:
Vash started making eep noises and pointing to the doorway. Knives sat up and looked. Something was happening to the pile of wood shards... He turned on the light so he could see better....
"The d@mned thing's reassembling!"
Chapter 3: Flight!
"No problem," said Knives, "I'll just shoot it again."
"Noo!" Vash stuck out his hand and grabbed the gun. "It doesn't deserve to be sho--"
Knives paled. "Vash," he said quietly, "why is your hand bleeding?"
"Oh. It bit me." The full impact suddenly hit Vash, and he started running around the room yelling, "SCARYYYYYYYY!"
Knives stayed in his bed. He hadn't seen Vash's wound earlier, because the light had been off, and this changed things. The wound had looked deep. Almost as deep as a bullet wound...and would probably hurt like one, too... "Vash," he said suddenly, "we're getting out of here."
"What?" Vash stopped the yell-scream-run-in-circles-crazily act.
"I said, we're getting out of here. We're leaving. Now." (Meanwhile his brain was repeating, "no get shot, no get bitten, pain not good, no get shot..." And he was twitching.)
"Alright..."
Knives got out of bed. "On the other hand, I'm not leaving the house wearing only a tee-shirt and boxers." He looked at the record player. It was nearly together, only a pair of legs missing. Knives grabbed the legs and threw them out the window. Vash, catching on, threw the rest of the record player out another window. "That should buy us some time," added Knives. "Now, get out of my room."
Five minutes later, Knives emerged from his bedroom wearing his spacesuit-type garment. Vash came from his bedroom wearing, what else, his red trenchcoat, and looking mad cool and competent. Then he ruined the image by pulling out a box of donuts and scarfing them down.
"Vash, put the donuts away."
"But Kniiiives..."
"I said put them away, d@mmit!" Knives snapped. "We don't have time for that! Unless you want to stay here and get mauled by an evil off-key record player."
"Oh yeah," Vash remembered the record player. He started running into walls, yelling, "SCARY!"
Knives grabbed his collar. "We don't have time for that, either. Now let's go."
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The two left the house by the front door and stared down the street. To one side lay the town. To the other, the desert. Knives started toward the town. "No!" Vash held him back. "We can't go that way!"
"Why the hell not?"
"There are people that way! We can't lead the record player to them! They'll die!"
"So?"
Vash got serious. "I don't want to be responsible for another death." And, as an afterthought, "and Rem wouldn't like it."
Knives shook his head. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Alright, we'll go this way."
Vash got big sparkly eyes. "You listened! You actually listened and didn't try to want to kill the humans and go against my wishes and make me shoot you again!"
"Calm down, I just wanna get out of here." He did a mental double- take. "Did you really mean that last part? About the shooting me?"
"Yup!"
Knives, about to say something, turned toward the house. Both brothers heard the manic record player growl. The creature stepped out from around the side of the house. "Let's go!" yelled Knives. He and Vash began running. The record player made a "wert" sound and galloped after them. Knives loaded his gun.
"Wait! You're going to shoot it again?" Vash asked, panting.
"D@mned straight I am!" He aimed backwards and shot, catching the record player's needle, which immediately came off. The record player kept running, its needle crawling along like an inchworm. Knives swore and aimed again.
"Do you think Rem would be angry if I shot it?" Vash called.
"No!" Aha! Idea to get Vash to shoot the d@mned thing! "In fact, you'd be saving the lives of many of those human spiders you care for so much!"
"Why didn't you say so?" Vash pulled out his gun. Knives called to him, "I'll get the legs, you see if you can hit the body!"
"Right," Vash nodded, going into scary-angry-gunman mode. The two turned and shot simultaneously. The EVIL record player exploded into little tiny pieces. Silence.
The plant brothers lowered their guns. (A/N: YES, THEY'RE PLANTS! IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE ENTIRE SERIES OR FIGURED THIS OUT BY NOW, SHAME ON YOU!) Knives looked at Vash. "Well, that was fun. What do we do now?"
Vash was watching the record player slowly reassemble itself. "I dunno. It's gonna keep coming after us, whatever we do. I sure am glad the Insurance Girls are on vacation." He looked at the sky dreamily, looking all noble and cool, then clapped his hands over his eyes. "GAH! The suns, they burn!"
Knives shook his head. "Idiot. So, I suppose we should wander through the desert aimlessly until we find someone who knows what's going on?"
Vash got over the eye-burn thing. "I like that idea!"
"You would."
The brother followed the road into the desert. They had only been walking five minutes when a figure appeared on the road ahead of them, coming their way. A figure with a white coat and blue hair...
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PTG: SO! Read and review. Especially the review part! (Shakes fist menacingly). Then you'll find out who the mysterious figure on the horizon is! (sarcastically) Oooh, I wonder who it could be...
Vash: Yeah, who could it be?
Knives: (Sitting with his head in his hands) It's that minion, you idiot. L—
PTG: DON"T SAY IT! We must keep the readers in suspense!
Knives: Oh, like they haven't figured it out already?
PTG: Good point there. People,. You wanna know who it is? It's
DISCLAIMER: Yeah, yeah, yeah, you get the drift.
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ReVash:
Vash started making eep noises and pointing to the doorway. Knives sat up and looked. Something was happening to the pile of wood shards... He turned on the light so he could see better....
"The d@mned thing's reassembling!"
Chapter 3: Flight!
"No problem," said Knives, "I'll just shoot it again."
"Noo!" Vash stuck out his hand and grabbed the gun. "It doesn't deserve to be sho--"
Knives paled. "Vash," he said quietly, "why is your hand bleeding?"
"Oh. It bit me." The full impact suddenly hit Vash, and he started running around the room yelling, "SCARYYYYYYYY!"
Knives stayed in his bed. He hadn't seen Vash's wound earlier, because the light had been off, and this changed things. The wound had looked deep. Almost as deep as a bullet wound...and would probably hurt like one, too... "Vash," he said suddenly, "we're getting out of here."
"What?" Vash stopped the yell-scream-run-in-circles-crazily act.
"I said, we're getting out of here. We're leaving. Now." (Meanwhile his brain was repeating, "no get shot, no get bitten, pain not good, no get shot..." And he was twitching.)
"Alright..."
Knives got out of bed. "On the other hand, I'm not leaving the house wearing only a tee-shirt and boxers." He looked at the record player. It was nearly together, only a pair of legs missing. Knives grabbed the legs and threw them out the window. Vash, catching on, threw the rest of the record player out another window. "That should buy us some time," added Knives. "Now, get out of my room."
Five minutes later, Knives emerged from his bedroom wearing his spacesuit-type garment. Vash came from his bedroom wearing, what else, his red trenchcoat, and looking mad cool and competent. Then he ruined the image by pulling out a box of donuts and scarfing them down.
"Vash, put the donuts away."
"But Kniiiives..."
"I said put them away, d@mmit!" Knives snapped. "We don't have time for that! Unless you want to stay here and get mauled by an evil off-key record player."
"Oh yeah," Vash remembered the record player. He started running into walls, yelling, "SCARY!"
Knives grabbed his collar. "We don't have time for that, either. Now let's go."
. .
The two left the house by the front door and stared down the street. To one side lay the town. To the other, the desert. Knives started toward the town. "No!" Vash held him back. "We can't go that way!"
"Why the hell not?"
"There are people that way! We can't lead the record player to them! They'll die!"
"So?"
Vash got serious. "I don't want to be responsible for another death." And, as an afterthought, "and Rem wouldn't like it."
Knives shook his head. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Alright, we'll go this way."
Vash got big sparkly eyes. "You listened! You actually listened and didn't try to want to kill the humans and go against my wishes and make me shoot you again!"
"Calm down, I just wanna get out of here." He did a mental double- take. "Did you really mean that last part? About the shooting me?"
"Yup!"
Knives, about to say something, turned toward the house. Both brothers heard the manic record player growl. The creature stepped out from around the side of the house. "Let's go!" yelled Knives. He and Vash began running. The record player made a "wert" sound and galloped after them. Knives loaded his gun.
"Wait! You're going to shoot it again?" Vash asked, panting.
"D@mned straight I am!" He aimed backwards and shot, catching the record player's needle, which immediately came off. The record player kept running, its needle crawling along like an inchworm. Knives swore and aimed again.
"Do you think Rem would be angry if I shot it?" Vash called.
"No!" Aha! Idea to get Vash to shoot the d@mned thing! "In fact, you'd be saving the lives of many of those human spiders you care for so much!"
"Why didn't you say so?" Vash pulled out his gun. Knives called to him, "I'll get the legs, you see if you can hit the body!"
"Right," Vash nodded, going into scary-angry-gunman mode. The two turned and shot simultaneously. The EVIL record player exploded into little tiny pieces. Silence.
The plant brothers lowered their guns. (A/N: YES, THEY'RE PLANTS! IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE ENTIRE SERIES OR FIGURED THIS OUT BY NOW, SHAME ON YOU!) Knives looked at Vash. "Well, that was fun. What do we do now?"
Vash was watching the record player slowly reassemble itself. "I dunno. It's gonna keep coming after us, whatever we do. I sure am glad the Insurance Girls are on vacation." He looked at the sky dreamily, looking all noble and cool, then clapped his hands over his eyes. "GAH! The suns, they burn!"
Knives shook his head. "Idiot. So, I suppose we should wander through the desert aimlessly until we find someone who knows what's going on?"
Vash got over the eye-burn thing. "I like that idea!"
"You would."
The brother followed the road into the desert. They had only been walking five minutes when a figure appeared on the road ahead of them, coming their way. A figure with a white coat and blue hair...
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PTG: SO! Read and review. Especially the review part! (Shakes fist menacingly). Then you'll find out who the mysterious figure on the horizon is! (sarcastically) Oooh, I wonder who it could be...
Vash: Yeah, who could it be?
Knives: (Sitting with his head in his hands) It's that minion, you idiot. L—
PTG: DON"T SAY IT! We must keep the readers in suspense!
Knives: Oh, like they haven't figured it out already?
PTG: Good point there. People,. You wanna know who it is? It's
