AN: Oh my god! How fast did this chapter get spit out! (I'v had this done for about 4 days now but have just been waiting, to torture my readers of course, to post it)
Makes up for my writers block eh? Well I must say that most likely reason was because I had that scene…(you know the one I'm talking about) in the chapter before. Things were getting a little boring to write. After all you can only write the same stuff from different points of view for so long.
But I have to admit I'm really happy it went over as well as it did. I was actual afraid you would all mob and lynch me or something.
Oh and on a side not to Jezarro, I am drawing that pic of Knives you suggested. Its about half done now. :)
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Knives was furious! He was so mad it hurt! That disgusting Spider had actually tried to shoot him! He had tried to kill him!
Knives felt the fury rise into his soul like a massive serpent. It rose from the pit of his stomach, biting and hissing its way up to his brain.
All rational thought left his mind as he dodged another bullet.
The idiot kid was still shooting at him.
Hatred for the human race surged through his blood. It boiled and burned, scorched and ripped his soul apart.
He had to kill! He was going to kill!
BangThe older of the two humans fell to the ground dead. A single gunshot to the head.
The other one, a young kid with choppy brown hair and muddy eyes looked in horror at the body as it fell.
"BASTARD!"
He screamed and ran at me. I dropped my gun.
But only because I wanted my hands, so I could beat the life out of him.
And I proceeded to do that. I pounded my fists into his face several times. I punched as hard as I could. I didn't stop when he passed out, and I didn't stop when he died.
I just kept hitting that pale bloody face.
I couldn't stop, I didn't want to stop. I hated this face. I hated this human body. It was disgusting to look at. I wanted it to disappear!
"KNIVES"
Someone screamed my name. Was it my brother…Legato?
Who else would know me?
I look up just as something barrels into me. It hurt and I am unable to keep from falling. The body of the kid falls from my grasp.
I get angry at this female. The human that attacked me was a female. A nice soft and warm female.
Much to my surprise I find myself becoming painfully aroused. I wanted this human, much to my disgust.
Something nips at the back of my mind. Something I should remember…something my hate and anger wasn't letting me see.
"Bitch!"
I roll up over so I'm on top of her. I decide to ignore the small nip. My arousal was getting painful, and my body was catching fire. I decided to act on it.
After all I was never one to deny myself anything I wanted. I could kill this human afterward and no one would be the wiser.
I claim her lips as mine, and force my tongue into her mouth.
She tasted so very sweet.
She's struggling against me. This makes me more angry. How dare this spider try to stop me. I was doing her a great honor. She was going to be touched by a superior being. To her it should be like a god was doing this.
Why was she fighting…and fighting well. I'm actually having a hard time keeping her down. She screams something at me, but I don't hear it. Instead I grab the zipper of her S.E.E.D.S uniform and push it down.
S.E.E.D.S…what was this spider doing in this? I haven't seen this uniform since before the fall? Again something pressures me to remember.
And once again I ignore it as lust takes over at the site of her bra covered breasts. They looked so soft. I decide to touch them.
Suddenly, much to my surprise she pushes me away! I fall to the side in complete surprise.
I notice she's trying to get away. I growl and try to grab her. However the blood of my previous victim makes the floor a little slippery. Her own S.E.E.D.S boots are slip resistant and apparently the weird cloths I was wearing (when had I got these?) were not. I slip but still make some headway. She only gets a few feet away before I grab her again.
Furious at her for trying to escape I make sure that she won't be in any condition to do it again. I throw her against the plant. Not the glass part…I would never harm my own kind. But the metal base. I can hear a snap as bones crack.
Most likely they were ribs…but that only makes me smile. She can't get away now.
I pull out my gun.
Wait? This isn't mine…where's my black gun?
I dismiss the thought to focus on her.
"Take off your clothes."
I order her.
My pants felt way too tight and I wanted to relieve the pain. I could go and take care of this myself, but why waste a perfectly good piece of human flesh. They were only tools after all. Besides this one was at least easy on the eyes. She was rather pretty with her blue eyes…
Blue eyes? Why does that remind me of something?
"No."
My eye twitches as hot and fierce anger shoots through my veins. I take a pot shot as her. Telling her I meant business. I don't want to kill her yet.
She still refuses and I shot again.
"Say my Name Knives! You know my NAME!"
She acts like she knows me. Like I should know her name. But I don't…do I?
I frown, I'm suddenly unsure. She does seem familiar. Something about her wants me to just stop and think about this.
She's lying! That's all spiders do! They lie and they steal and they kill their own!
I scream at her.
"Eyes a few shades lighter than the sky."
That's what she says, and the words hit me hard. I can almost remember saying that.
But why would I say that? I wouldn't say that. I hate humans.
I hate her!
She says I told her I wanted her. Well,
I smirk evilly. Finally we agree on something. I still want her.
And I will have her!
I reach down and force her up so I can take off her cloths. The jumpsuit slips off her shoulder. I then tug at the bottom and force the garment to her ankles.
Now she's almost naked before me. Nothing but thin pieces of cloth separate me from what I want. She slashes her nails at me. I vaguely feel the wounds. But they do nothing but stimulate me. The pain feels great against the hot throbbing I feel.
I go to my own cloths. Again I wonder at what I'm wearing. It's nice and comfortable. But its human cloths. Where was my own jumpsuit?
I shrug it off as my arousal twitches in anticipation. I work harder at the belt finally getting it loose. I unzip the pants and ready myself.
I've never done this before. It's slightly unnerving to think I'm actually going to have sex with a human. But I try not to think about that. I want her.
And if what I've heard about sex is true, well…then this should be fun.
I rip at her underwear. Now there is nothing to stop me. She's even stopped fighting.
Suddenly the plant starts to glow. I gasp as the plant screams at me!
I scream as she actually attacks me. Pain like I've never felt before…even when Vash shoot me, rips through my head. I jump away from the plant, and the human.
The pain doesn't stop…she's screaming at me. I can't hear what she's saying but she's very angry. I've never felt a plant so angry.
And her anger is killing me!
Stop it!
I scream back at her, trying to raise my voice over hers.
You're killing me!
The plant ignores me. I feel myself start to fall into darkness as I fall to my knees.
"KNIVES."
Millie screams at me.
Millie?
I vaguely think.
What's she doing here? Where am I?
I suddenly don't remember. It's like a dream that disappears when you awaken. I have a guise of what's happened, but it quickly fads.
I can't even remember why I'm hurting so much!
The plant sensing a change stops her attack.
I felt Millie half fall on me. I can hear her tears. I can smell blood.
Blood?
I look up and was surprised to see that she was half naked. Her jumpsuit was unzipped and was being held up at her waist by her hand. I can see a piece of her underwear, it's ripped.
I look down…and see.
My eyes widened in shock.
I see myself.
All the clues hit me suddenly like a ton of bricks.
I had tried to rape her.
*********
Knives wasn't talking to her. Hell he wasn't even looking at her.
He was driving but only because she was hurt. Other wise he would have been in no shape to drive a car.
He was horrified beyond anything Millie had thought capable that he had almost forced her. He hadn't said so, but she could see it in his eyes every time he looked at her.
He hated himself for it, was ripping himself apart.
And the thing was, she didn't know what to say about it.
She had almost been raped, and had been maybe seriously hurt. She could hardly move and it hurt to breath. Knives had looked at her…being extremly careful not to touch anything but what he had to. He had told her after a short examination that she had cracked two ribs. He said they could be dangerous. So he hadn't let her move since then. He had picked her up. He had taken her to the car, and he had made sure she was comfortable.
So now she was lying down in the back wondering what to do now.
They had been driving for almost half the day now. Stopping only for pit stops, and for Knives to take care of her.
It felt strange for Knives to be taking care of her. Since the moment she had met him it was always him being hurt. Now the tables had turned.
Millie sighed and carefully moved her arm to cover her eyes. The double suns were glaring through a window at her.
What now? I'm so confused.
Well, one thing was for sure. She didn't blame Knives for what happened. She wasn't sure why, but it was like…like that Knives hadn't been Knives. It was like a stranger had moved into his body and taken over.
He hadn't even known who she was. Just that he was attracted to her.
So close…it scares me to think how close it really had been. But then…the plant.
Well she didn't know what the plant had done, but it looked like to her that the plant had attacked him.
She stopped Knives. And I guess the pain brought him back.
Millie shivered. She had always known that Knives was slightly off balance. But not to this extent. It worried her, and it scared her that perhaps she couldn't help him.
But what caused this. Before when he had become so angry it was because of Wolfwood. I think…? I never actually did find out what had bothered him so much.
Millie let her eyes fall on the back of Knives head. He was sitting extremly stiff in the seat, looking straight ahead.
If that had been anything, it was like he had become the old Knives. The Knives before we played Chess, before he saw me.
Finally the silence was too much for Millie.
"I don't blame you Knives."
Knives flinched but didn't answer her. Millie frowned and tried to sit up.
"Don't move."
He barked out startling her. She hadn't even known he was paying attention to her. And how the hell did he even know she was moving when he wasn't looking at her?
"You'll hurt yourself."
His voice was totally devoid of any emotion. That in itself told her how much he was hurting on the inside.
"Knives…"
This was getting ridiculous. If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was being ignored.
"Stop the car Knives."
He totally ignored her. Millie's eye twitched and she actually saw red for a moment.
"I said stop the GOD DAMN CAR!"
She screamed out suddenly pounding the back of his seat so hard that something broke with a loud crack.
He must have been just as startled by her language (and violence) as she was. Because the car came to a halt. For a moment he didn't move.
If she didn't know better she would have said he was gathering his nerves.
Finally he turned around in his seat to look back at her.
"What?!"
He said with every hint of annoyance. However Millie had become rather good at reading his expression (except for that damn poker face) so she was able to see the nervousness behind it.
"We need to take about what happened."
His face scrunched.
"The hell we do."
He turned around as if to drive again. Millie's eyes narrowed in anger.
This was one conversation she wasn't going to let him get out of.
So to get his attention she threw her water canteen at his head.
CONK.
Ouch that had to smart.
Knives turned slightly surprised as he held the metal canteen in one hand, and his aching head in the other.
"I was almost raped Knives! I would like to know why! What happened back there!?"
Something slightly less than sane flickered through his eyes. However it was just a flash, and was gone in a moment.
"I don't…know."
He finally said.
"I…don't even really remember what happened. I just…saw you, and me…and knew."
Millie blinked, that had been unexpected. He didn't even remember what happened?
That was beyond strange…and slightly frightening.
Does that mean it might happen again?
"Come back here. Sit by me."
She said blushing slightly. Millie forced herself to sit up. The pain was slight and she was careful not to twist wrong. Knives opened his mouth to tell her to remain still, but it was too late. By the time the words formed in his mind, she was already sitting up.
Knives seriously looked like he was going to refuse her for a moment. However he stood up, ducking carefully so not to brush against the cloth top of the car and sat down beside her in the back seat.
He stiffened as Millie leaned her head against his shoulder.
"I've already forgiven you Knives. Don't be sad."
Millie wrapped her arm around his waist.
"Its hurts me when you're sad."
Knives swallowed hard. He didn't know what to say. He really didn't.
Finally he simply relaxed and let Millie lay against him.
He felt awful…like dirt. Well worse than dirt! Only the most disgusting and vile of humans forced another. And he had almost lowered himself to that.
He would have lowered himself to that if the plant hadn't stopped him.
He had been lying a little when he told Millie he didn't remember. He didn't remember much…but one memory that refused to purge itself, no matter how much he tried. Was the hot blind lust he had felt as he ripped her underwear and had been ready to position himself. He had been turned on by her struggles then.
Knives swallowed again as bile, burning hot with shame and self hate rose in his throat.
Now…he was sickened by it. The very thought of forcing Millie made him physically sick.
He hadn't known what came over him. He remembered getting mad that the human whelp had dared to try and kill him.
After that…things got fuzzy. He could only remember flashes of emotions and images. Nothing concrete or even telling, that might clue him in on what had really happened.
And the worst part of this was…this wasn't the first time it had happened. Although admittedly it was the worst. He had never gotten so angry that he didn't remember what he had done.
Beside him laying against him as if he hadn't tried to rape her…Millie breathed softly.
No one…not even his brother was like this. She was just…she trusted him completely.
Despite the fact he had hurt her she was still the same Millie.
Reaching up with his free hand Knives covered Millie's soft hand into his own calloused one. She smiled although she kept her eyes closed.
Knives squeezed her hand gently wondering…what now?
*******
It was dark. So very dark
It was cold…it was to hot.
He didn't know how this was possible. The two extreme's together. Maybe it wasn't real? Maybe it was just all in his head and the impulses to his nerves were tricking him.
But…it sure felt real.
Flames burned, charring his body, causing skin to turn black and peel.
The wind chilled his limbs, numbing him and at the same time causing such pin and needles he thought he could scream.
And scream he did before retreating into himself.
He tried to escape the bit of the wind…but only succeeded in getting closer to the fire. There was no middle ground. There was no place he could be comfortable. It was either the flames or the wind.
"VASH! HELP ME!"
Knives screamed out into the darkness. Nothing but the echo of his own voice came back to him. And even that was twisted around, like nails on chalkboards. Harsh and piercing on his ears.
His body was solid enough here, but had no substance. He could move his hands, he could shield his face…but the fire and wind still burned him. Still hit him in the face, making it hard to breath and his eyes hurt.
He crossed his arms over his chest. The feeling of being embraced…even it was by himself, helped calm him. It made him feel a little better…took the edge off the hysteria.
"Are you following the light?"
Knives startled and jerked around…only to come face to face with himself.
He blinked.
In front of him was…
"I am Knives…who are you?"
Another Knives, not a reflection…but another being. One that looked exactly like him.
"No…"
He shook his head.
"I'm Knives."
His eyes widened even more as the stranger looked like him and smiled evilly.
He chuckled softly.
"Are you following that light? If so you better hurry. Can't you feel it? The darkness is coming."
Suddenly…so suddenly that Knives didn't even see him move, the look alike had him by the neck. Knives choked as he felt the bite of fingernails tear into his neck. Dimly he felt blood…blood from the wounds that Millie had given him, drip down his neck.
"I will snuff out that light!"
Knives jerked awake.
Breathing hard he looked around frantically. However nothing but sand, rocks and more sand met his eyes. There was no sign of the look alike, no sign of the darkness. He touched his neck. It was sore from the scratches, but it wasn't bleeding.
A dream…nothing but a dream.
Sighing deeply he leaned back again. It was then he became aware of Millie still lying beside him.
Gently he ran his free hand over her head…feeling the silky texture of her hair.
She was sleeping so peacefully.
I wonder what its like to do that?
Even when he had nice dreams, which were very rare now days, he still couldn't find peace in sleep. He felt so restless. Like something was coming.
Something he should be preparing for…but didn't know how.
Looking at the twin suns he figured it to be a little after three. He had been asleep for a little over three hours.
So much for my head start. Vash and his 'pet' no doubt have left by now.
Mentally Knives tried to think of how much time he had to prepare. Not enough, at least not to his mind. Not only did Vash not need to stop at the plant, but he also had the Sand Crawler. That damn piece of machinery could easily move four times faster through the sand than this scrape heap could.
So all in all…he guessed and he meant guess, they had a two or three hour head start.
If he was lucky.
"Millie."
Gently he shook her awake. At first she resisted his probing and refused to open her eyes. Instead she snuggled closer to him making a soft noise in the back of his throat.
A muscle in Knives cheek twitched…but other than that nothing betrayed his feelings.
How can she do this? Trust me so much after what I did? Is she stupid, blind?
She sleeps against me as if I hadn't tried to rape and murder her.
Knives frowned…and for a moment let the pain of his emotions flash through his eyes. They glowed fainted from the sheer depth and intensity of those emotions.
Then just as quickly as it appeared…he shoved it all back behind his mask of indifference. He would not show weakness to this human. He would not show how much he hurt every second in her presence…yet more so when he was away.
Gods above Millie. What kind of spell have you woven over me? And why does it have to hurt so much.
He smiled gently and shook her a little harder. He would have preferred just to slip out and start the car. However Millie was hurt, possibly with broken ribs, so they had to make sure she didn't move too much.
So for her safety he had to wake her.
"Hmmm…Knives?"
Millie blinked lazily up at him.
"Oh…"
She yawned wide.
"Did I fall asleep?"
Knives found himself leaning down toward her until his chin and lips were almost touching her forehead. He breathed against her, disturbing her hair a little.
"Its ok."
He breathed softly.
"We need to get going Millie."
He continued after a heartbeats moment. His hand almost on it own accord brushed through he hair again.
A few…shades lighter.
He thought, as he looked into her beautiful blue eyes still a little dazed from sleep.
What was it about Millie…a simple human that appealed to him so much? It wasn't her looks, although she was beautiful, or else he would have been attracted to her since the beginning.
He remembered the beginning. She had been nothing to him. She had been a disgusting human that as soon as he had been able, was going to kill.
Then something changed. He couldn't remember when or how…hell, or even why. But something had become different.
And slowly over the course of his healing, Millie had somehow lodged herself into his mind.
He longed for her. Wanted to be with her, in all the ways only lovers could be.
He had never felt these emotions before. He had never been attracted to a human (or anything else for that matter).
It seemed strange to him. That after over a hundred years he was being plagued by these thoughts and lusts now.
Strange indeed…
I wonder why the plant protected her.
Knives blinked, caught unaware by the thought. Up until now he hadn't really had time to really think over (with a logical mind that is) over what had happened.
One of the few memories he had was screaming at the plant to stop. Screaming at her that she was killing him.
But why did she do that? For some reason it didn't seem strange at the time that his sister had literally taken an active role in this plane of existence and was trying to kill him.
Now however…
She actually was going to kill me to save Millie. She attacked me. But why…she was asleep. What woke her up?
He closed his eyes and for the first time tried to will the memories back.
Flashes of Millie's face…of her naked body lying before him.
Knives tried to fight the sickness that washed over him. He had no doubt if he looked in a mirror right now that he would find his skin had taken on a decidedly greenish tint.
He remembered her hurting him. Scratching at his neck in a last ditch effort. She had been crying and screaming at him to stop.
Then he remembered hearing a 'plink' noise.
Knives stopped…something seemed important by this memory.
'Plink'
What could cause such a noise?
Knives looked down and for the first time noticed that Millie was wearing a tiny ring on her right hand.
Metal on glass made a 'plink' sound.
Millie had touched the bulb. Maybe then somehow he emotions triggered a response from the plant. But why?
Knives couldn't ever remember being more confused.
Finally Millie broke the silence they had fallen in.
"Unless you want me to fall asleep again, you better move."
Knives watched as Millie's lips moved. They looked so soft and sweet.
Before he even realized what he was doing, he was moving in to kiss her. Not a passionate kiss. He knew better than that. But a sweet and innocent one. Much like their first one had been.
However…for the first time (not counting when he tried to rape her) Millie turned away from the kiss.
Knives held his breath, as he was unable to mask the confusion and pain on his face.
"I'm sorry…"
She said her voice suddenly hoarse with emotion.
Knives looked away.
So everything she said had been a lie. She did blame him. She hated him and was disgusted by him. She was quite an actress then. She had certainly fooled him.
"I see."
He hissed out suddenly angry at himself. However he covered it up nicely by seemingly being angry with her.
"No you don't understand."
"YES I do!"
Knives got up carefully, careful not to jar Millie too much. She hissed in pain but it didn't seem to be to bad.
"It's not you…it's the blood."
"Uhh?"
Knives face scrunched in confusion. Blood? What blood? What the hell was she talking about?
"You still have that kids blood all over you."
Millie looked away a flaming blush, more of shame than embarrassment, staining her cheeks.
"When…you kissed me that first time. I could…I could taste that boys blood."
Knives jaw actually dropped. That had not been what he was expecting.
Millie looked so horrified and disgusted. But…something told him it wasn't aimed toward him. She, Millie really meant it when she said she didn't blame him.
He could see that now. Clearly as day, glaring at him like the twin suns overhead.
Finally…feeling guilty and hating himself for feeling that way, Knives nodded to her.
"Alright."
Was all he said before climbing into the front of the car and starting the engine.
**********
Vash woke up feeling pretty damn good…if a little sore. Rolling his shoulder he felt and heard his bones pop from the motion.
Ah it was good to be alive. And to be married.
He could remember a time not long ago that he had to work to get a girl in bed. Especially after he had started to accumulate scars.
Now a few kisses…and few touches and everything was in the bag.
Live was good. And Love was even better.
Looking around he searched for a clock. It felt a little after noonish, but he wasn't sure. After all he couldn't see outside in this rolling tank.
"Blah."
He muttered rolling back into bed and up against his wife. She felt so very soft and warm right now. Who cared about the outside world right now?
It would survive without him for another few hours.
He didn't want to worry about anything, or have a care.
Meryl shifted beside him her cute little snores coming to a stop. He hadn't been kidding her when he said she snored. But it didn't bother him. It was a soft airy sound. Not really snores as just breathing sounds.
They were so unbelievably sweet; he had been known to stay awake for hours just listening to her sleep.
After all, on the average he didn't need nearly the same amount of sleep as she did, so what else was he going to do when he wasn't sleepy but didn't want to get up.
"Hmmmm Vash?"
Meryl yawned widely, as she tried to blink the sleep out of her eyes.
"What time…is it?"
She finally got past the haze of sleep.
Vash made an 'I don't know sound' that wasn't words but never the less conveyed his intent.
Meryl frowned slightly but still hadn't made a move to get up. Vash secretly hoped she would go back to sleep. She needed it…especially after last night.
"Vashlettameup."
She mumbled throwing the covers off. Vash made a noise of protest, but didn't try to stop her.
Meryl never had been one to waste time in the bed. Once she was awake, it was time to move and greet the day. Or at least that's how she thought. Vash was trying…and maybe making a little headway in getting her to snuggle more in bed in the morning.
"Where's….my shirt?"
Meryl mumbled looking around. She could see all of Vash's things. Coat, Boots…blah blah, however she didn't see her own clothing.
Which meant she was standing butt naked right now in front of Vash. And because of that fact…Vash didn't mention that he was 'LYING' on her nightshirt.
He wasn't stupid…he liked seeing Meryl naked.
Her frustration and anger at the lost piece of clothing was enough to wake her up totally. With a muffled curse she grabbed Vash's coat and put it on. That would be good enough until she got her bags out of the car.
Vash raised an eyebrow at Meryl.
She looked so very tiny in his coat. Hardly more than a child as she was swallowed by the yards and yards of red clothe.
"Don't you dare laugh Vash Peace!"
Meryl growled at her husband as she wrapped the cloth tighter to her body.
She didn't even wait for an answer as she walked out of the Sand Crawler.
(Which in itself was an adventure)
Once outside she blinked and shielded her eyes from the glaring suns. It was way past noon, more like 3 or 4 if she were to guess.
She snorted at herself. She was becoming just like Vash. A lazy bum…one who chased pleasures all night and slept all day.
Oh wait…clothes…must find clothes.
Meryl turned to where they had parked the car.
Only…
She blinked and looked around to make sure.
Only there was no car. Only tire tracks, and her and Vash's bags lying in the sand to prove that the vehicle had been there before.
"Miss Meryl?"
Meryl nearly jumped a foot in the air. Her heart had repositioned itself in her throat by the time she turned around and recognized Fred.
"Fred…did you move the car?"
Meryl asked, hoping against hope.
Fred shook his head no and offered no more information. So Meryl pressed.
Although she would bet the coat she was wearing that she already knew what had happened.
"Did Knives take it?"
"I am sorry Miss Meryl. I am not allowed to say."
Meryl blinked again not believing her ears.
"WHY NOT!"
She suddenly screeched causing Fred to jump a little.
"I was ordered not to."
He said as if that was the most logical and obvious thing in the world.
"BY WHOM!"
"Knives-Sama."
Meryl looked less than…uh…sane right then. In her mind she went over the countless things she had noticed or heard from Knives.
They had searched for nearly two months to find the guy…only to lose him because neither she nor Vash had thought to watch him.
How stupid could you get?
"Uh…is Millie awake?"
Fred raised an eyebrow at Meryl. Of course he reasoned, neither Miss Meryl nor Vash-sama knew about (cough) Millie-sama's relationship with the violent plant.
"I'm afraid Miss Meryl that Millie-sama went with Knives-sama."
Fred took a step back as he watched a vein pop out of Meryl forehead.
"LET me guess…on her own free will."
"Yes."
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
Meryl suddenly screamed out with every bit and ounce of energy and frustration she had in her body.
In less than a second Vash was outside the sand crawler with nothing…o.0…on. He was as bare to the world as when he was first born.
Well…bare other than he had his gun out and ready.
"Meryl?"
He didn't have a chance to ask a question…or even cover himself up before Meryl literally threw his bag at him. He omphfed…and had to duck as Meryl's bag went sailing at him too.
"GET IN THE GOD DAMN CRAWLER!!"
Vash didn't stick around to ask questions. This was down right terrifying. He had never…and he meant NEVER seen Meryl this pissed off before.
"AND YOU DRIVE!"
Fred having been programmed with a reasonable sense of self-preservation, didn't argue.
He just went to the crawler and started it up.
Behind him…all of hell was set loose!