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Chapter Three
Kenna stares blankly at the door. As she raises her hand to knock again, doubting it will be heard over the brief yelling, girl with blue hair and a white cape opens the door again.
"Just a second! It seems Mister Vash and Mister Wolfwood don't have much anything better to do at the moment," she says. "Come in, come in."
Kenna steps inside, and what a sight greets her.
Vash and Wolfwood each have an arm around the other. There are beer bottles thrown askew. The blue-haired girl looks as if raging bulls had stampeded her. There is another girl, with brown hair, still in her nightclothes.
And Kenna herself doesn't look too good, either, blood dripping on the floor and all.
Wolfwood stands up, half-expecting to have to have to grab a gun, half- expecting Kenna to pull out a gun of her own.
The brown-haired, tall girl smiles and introduces herself. "I'm Milly Thompson," she says cheerfully. "And this is my partner, Meryl Stryfe." Milly motions to the blue-haired girl.
Wolfwood, however, isn't as trusting. "What do you want with me and--"
"Not now, Mister Wolfwood!" Milly interrupts. "She's bleeding, can't you see? We need to help her before we ask her all kinds of questions!"
Kenna glances at Milly, slightly perplexed. ~This girl doesn't know me, yet she is ready and willing to tend to my wounds? She is a fool.~
Milly's smile broadened. She had noticed Kenna's confused look. "Come now, let's get you fixed up." She puts an arm around the bleeding girl's shoulder and leads her away.
Kenna is too tired to resist, nor could she; Milly was too strong.
The others stare as the two walked through the door, heading to the rooms.
"Milly tends to see through the fronts people put up," Wolfwood reasons. "Maybe we're right to trust Kenna."
The other two nod in agreement.
"And, if we can't trust this Kenna," Meryl adds, "we DO outnumber her, ya know."
The men nod. Then, the three say goodnight to each other and head off to bed.
A creak is heard in the night. Wolfwood starts from his sleep. Grabbing a pistol, almost out of habit, he steals out of his room and into the kitchen.
Kenna is sitting at the table. What is she doing up this late?
~*~
Chapter Three
Kenna stares blankly at the door. As she raises her hand to knock again, doubting it will be heard over the brief yelling, girl with blue hair and a white cape opens the door again.
"Just a second! It seems Mister Vash and Mister Wolfwood don't have much anything better to do at the moment," she says. "Come in, come in."
Kenna steps inside, and what a sight greets her.
Vash and Wolfwood each have an arm around the other. There are beer bottles thrown askew. The blue-haired girl looks as if raging bulls had stampeded her. There is another girl, with brown hair, still in her nightclothes.
And Kenna herself doesn't look too good, either, blood dripping on the floor and all.
Wolfwood stands up, half-expecting to have to have to grab a gun, half- expecting Kenna to pull out a gun of her own.
The brown-haired, tall girl smiles and introduces herself. "I'm Milly Thompson," she says cheerfully. "And this is my partner, Meryl Stryfe." Milly motions to the blue-haired girl.
Wolfwood, however, isn't as trusting. "What do you want with me and--"
"Not now, Mister Wolfwood!" Milly interrupts. "She's bleeding, can't you see? We need to help her before we ask her all kinds of questions!"
Kenna glances at Milly, slightly perplexed. ~This girl doesn't know me, yet she is ready and willing to tend to my wounds? She is a fool.~
Milly's smile broadened. She had noticed Kenna's confused look. "Come now, let's get you fixed up." She puts an arm around the bleeding girl's shoulder and leads her away.
Kenna is too tired to resist, nor could she; Milly was too strong.
The others stare as the two walked through the door, heading to the rooms.
"Milly tends to see through the fronts people put up," Wolfwood reasons. "Maybe we're right to trust Kenna."
The other two nod in agreement.
"And, if we can't trust this Kenna," Meryl adds, "we DO outnumber her, ya know."
The men nod. Then, the three say goodnight to each other and head off to bed.
A creak is heard in the night. Wolfwood starts from his sleep. Grabbing a pistol, almost out of habit, he steals out of his room and into the kitchen.
Kenna is sitting at the table. What is she doing up this late?
~*~