Chapter Four
Wolfwood watches Kenna. She doesn't seem to notice him.
Then, she speaks. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" she asks without even looking up.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact, you did. Who are you, anyway?" Wolfwood stays standing, although he lowers the gun.
"I told you: Kenna N."
"But she's... you've... Kenna N.'s been dead for five years. How can you be her?"
"That's why I was looking for you, Priest. I need your help. Please, take a seat."
Shrugging, Wolfwood sits. Although he is slightly disappointed about losing some of his sleep, he decides that this is more important.
"I have NOT been dead for five years," the girl continues. "I have been in HIDING for five years. I faked my death."
"Why?"
"Because the Notebook did not believe in my skills."
Ah, yes, the Notebook. A group of aggressive vigilantes who have faded out since Vash made his "big boom". However, before that, Wolfwood himself has had some problems with them. They believed that there was only one right: theirs. If someone disagreed with them... well, let's just say everyone else agreed with the Notebook for quite a while after that. How they got their name is a mystery to all, except for those members. Many people believe it stands for something, others say that they just wanted an "attractive name". No one knows for sure.
Anyway, one of the most famous of the Notebook was a girl by the name of Kenna N. She was known for doing the job without killing everyone. Vash was, and still is, quite impressed with her methods. She was perhaps one vigilante who was liked by the people. Once, when she was caught, the town set up a protest. The Sheriff ended up having to let her free, or suffer the town's wrath.
"Why didn't they?"
"Why else? They believed in only death. That there was nothing but death. Life was irrelevant to them. They'd die to keep us running, and they did."
Wolfwood frowned. "Why don't you save this for later, when Vash can hear it too?" He was hoping to get back to bed.
"Yes, all right." "Goodnight, Kenna," he said, leaving.
"Goodnight, Priest," she answered. Wolfwood smiled. Maybe she just needed someone to talk to. She WAS still a child, after all. Barely over seventeen, she was a child to Nicolas. She was only twelve when she went into hiding.
He got back to bed. All was calm, all was peaceful.
A few hours before sunrise, an unearthly scream was heard, then a crash, the sound of glass breaking. All started from their beds, even Kenna. They gathered almost subconsciously in the kitchen.
Meryl had disappeared into the night.
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Wolfwood watches Kenna. She doesn't seem to notice him.
Then, she speaks. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" she asks without even looking up.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact, you did. Who are you, anyway?" Wolfwood stays standing, although he lowers the gun.
"I told you: Kenna N."
"But she's... you've... Kenna N.'s been dead for five years. How can you be her?"
"That's why I was looking for you, Priest. I need your help. Please, take a seat."
Shrugging, Wolfwood sits. Although he is slightly disappointed about losing some of his sleep, he decides that this is more important.
"I have NOT been dead for five years," the girl continues. "I have been in HIDING for five years. I faked my death."
"Why?"
"Because the Notebook did not believe in my skills."
Ah, yes, the Notebook. A group of aggressive vigilantes who have faded out since Vash made his "big boom". However, before that, Wolfwood himself has had some problems with them. They believed that there was only one right: theirs. If someone disagreed with them... well, let's just say everyone else agreed with the Notebook for quite a while after that. How they got their name is a mystery to all, except for those members. Many people believe it stands for something, others say that they just wanted an "attractive name". No one knows for sure.
Anyway, one of the most famous of the Notebook was a girl by the name of Kenna N. She was known for doing the job without killing everyone. Vash was, and still is, quite impressed with her methods. She was perhaps one vigilante who was liked by the people. Once, when she was caught, the town set up a protest. The Sheriff ended up having to let her free, or suffer the town's wrath.
"Why didn't they?"
"Why else? They believed in only death. That there was nothing but death. Life was irrelevant to them. They'd die to keep us running, and they did."
Wolfwood frowned. "Why don't you save this for later, when Vash can hear it too?" He was hoping to get back to bed.
"Yes, all right." "Goodnight, Kenna," he said, leaving.
"Goodnight, Priest," she answered. Wolfwood smiled. Maybe she just needed someone to talk to. She WAS still a child, after all. Barely over seventeen, she was a child to Nicolas. She was only twelve when she went into hiding.
He got back to bed. All was calm, all was peaceful.
A few hours before sunrise, an unearthly scream was heard, then a crash, the sound of glass breaking. All started from their beds, even Kenna. They gathered almost subconsciously in the kitchen.
Meryl had disappeared into the night.
~*~