TRIGUN: GunGrave
By ShadowHawk & Turles
Disclaimer: We do not own the copyrights to Trigun, or any other copyrighted information. All Copyrights belong to their respective owners.
Trigun: Gun Grave
Chapter 2: The Badlands
In the dead of the night as the Sand Steamer crossed the desert with the triple moons overhead they were passing an area that they took great caution in crossing. It was a place that many travelers have come into but never came back out of, a place where the wealthiest cargo are stripped away and taken into the night. This was the badlands, the worst of the worst places in the world to cross. The Bermuda Triangle, Devils Island, The Black Hole of Calcutta, none of these places were like those of the Badlands. There was nothing mysterious or supernatural about it, this was a dwelling of the worst thieves known, a group known as the Badland Thieves, and their leader shines brightly like a great star, a man who was known only as Brilliant Dynamites Neon.
In the darkness of the night, the neon lights of the Badland Thieves began to glow like a field of fireflies. At the head of them like a king was the leader himself, Brilliant Dynamites Neon. A man dressed in a very white and tacky cliché cowboy outfit that was fitted with neon all over it. The man himself with the neon glowing all over him was like a Las Vegas sign flashing a casino's name. In his mouth he had a sparkler that he light with a blowtorch. He held it between his teeth like it was a cigarette.
"It's time." He said smiling and showing off all his white teeth, "Is the Sand Steamer near?"
One of the many underlings serving BDN (as he's sometimes called) looked towards the horizon through a set of powerful binoculars. There he saw a black object moving across the horizon like a car moving along a road. It was definitely the Sand Steamer from the black set of clouds that were coming out of it.
"I see it, sir." The Underling called out.
"Alright, boys." BDN called out tossing away the sparkler cigarette, "Remember, this time they'll be no Vash the Stampede stopping us this time. So, let's hit them hard, everything that's beautiful will belong to me."
"Yes, boss." All the underlings called out.
The Badland thieves got into their racecars that had neon tubes in their sides. They looks more like show cars that belongs on the Las Vegas strip rather than in the hands of the Badland thieves. In these cars they raced to catch up with the Sand Steamer. It was like Sharks catching up to a whale that was sending its blood into the ocean.
In the past the Badland thieves had to have someone on the inside of the Sand Steamer to let them in. But not this time, they now had grapplers that could get a few of them onto the main deck of the Sand Steamer but only a few could get on this way. The rest would stay within the race cars while the few who made it on board would get the doors to the Steamer open. That was their way to get in and the odds were in their favor since the guns hadn't been used at all. This had gone on for so long that they had rusted themselves into place. No doubt even the controls were bad.
This was the best time for the Badland thieves to act, the first attack wave had made it aboard. Now the real trick was getting through the ship and getting the main door opened. The rest of the band had waited outside following the Sand Steamer like dolphins off the bow of a great ship. BDN looked at the side as the door opened, it was done the Badland thieves had made it onboard the Sand Steamer. What an opportune time it was and this time nothing was stopping them from taking whatever they wanted.
BDN paraded himself onto the deck like a combination of Liberace and Cher. His neon lights that were embedded into his tacky white cowboy outfit began to shine as he paraded himself. "I leader of the Badlands," he said, "here by take over this ship as my own. Anything that's beautiful belongs to me. Now go find them!"
"Yes sir!" His underlings called out and proceeded to take the ship hostage.
* * *
Gun Grave was dreaming. It was the same dream that he had been having ever since he started out on this journey. There were two children, both having dark hair, one boy and one girl. They played on a stretch of grass that went only a few feet before leaking into the sands of the world that they lived on. It was a wonderful dream yet it didn't last long when the door burst open. Gun Grave awoke, his fast eyes looked to the door and there were the Badland thieves with their odd suits that had only green neon on their shoulders.
"Bullet Time" Gun Grave said in his mind as he saw the Badlands outside his door. In the time that was slowed down he got up and looked at them. He had heard stories of this group and seeing them coming into his room like bandits made him think that they were on the ship. He may be a killer but even still he needed his peace and he wasn't about to let anyone stand in his way. Not even such common thieves as these. He went to get his coffin and took out his Cerberus and fired the bullets right at the thieves watching them drop like flies as he came back into real time.
He went into the hall carrying his coffin and the Cerberus in each hand. Walking down the halls was pretty casual yet he was cautious, he may have a few abilities over the Badlands but they outnumbered him. So, caution was the best way to approach this situation. Going through each deck he found each one to be deserted. There weren't any of the thieves in any direction that he went it was as if the ship had been deserted. As if all the people that were here had vanished like a mirage. Somehow, Gun Grave thought, they couldn't be too far, because where else could they go?
Finally he came to the deck of the Sand Steamer that had the casino. It was bigger than the casino floor of the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. So large that they had to put up signs of where each table was located, which game, which slot machine and so on. Yet somewhere towards the center of this great enormous room there was a great gathering of people. They were clustered so much that every table beyond the crowd was empty. Through the bionic eye that was at his disposal he zoomed in and found a great tall man. An abnormally tall man in a ugly white cowboy outfit with a ridiculously large brimmed hat with a neon tube in the shape of a lightning bolt on it in yellow. At that moment Gun Grave knew he had met him, the leader of the Badland Thieves, Brilliant Dynamites Neon. Just the sight of the man made Gun Grave sick to his stomach. It was because everything about him was tacky, his clothes, his abnormally tanned skin, his white smile and teeth that were all straight like the vertical bars of a prison. Gun Grave could hear the man ranting and raving. He saw that he had a handful of jewelry.
"This isn't beautiful for me!" He screamed, "nothing here is beautiful. Not even the women are beautiful enough to rape. This is the worst catch we ever got."
Keeping BDN in his sights of his bionic eye, Gun Grave brought up his Cerberus, it was the dark colored one that had the silver cross running along its side. He aimed it right at the tacky cowboys' head and pulled the trigger. He watched, the sound of the bullet being fired emanated throughout the whole casino, the people ducked while the badland thieves were all looking at him. BDN on the other hand never knew what hit him until he heard the sound of glass breaking. He took off his enormous white cowboy hat he had on his head, he had been shot at, but he wasn't wounded. The only thing that was, was his hat. He looked at it the place where the yellow lightning bolt neon was set. There was a bullet hole right in the center, the glass was no more, no longer shinning and no longer beautiful. BDN shoved his hat back on and looked to find out who shot him.
"BRING HIM TO ME!" He screamed
The Badland underlings scrambled across the enormous casino, going through the pathways between the tables, while others were going over the tables as if they were stepping-stones. Gun Grave didn't care either way, he aimed his Cerberus at them and fired one round after the other at the Badlands every one that came at him dropped like stones from the sky. Slowly he made his way towards BDN, he wanted to make that kill the best out of this lot of scum. Stepping over the bodies of the Badlands did give Gun Grave a sense of satisfaction. He was doing the world a public service by ridding them of a group of thieves. Yet, at the back of his remorseless mind he wondered who was worse, the thieves or the murderer. As soon as the first attack wave had dropped, BDN called out to his troops.
"Fall back!" He called out then set his sights to Gun Grave, "Come here!"
Gun Grave complied and came within good distance of BDN, while the Badlands thieves encircled him armed and ready to fire. Gun Grave looked straight at the tacky cowboy, Brilliant Dynamites Neon who looked already disgusted.
"Oh," he said sneering, "you really are ugly, mister."
Gun Grave knew that he was referring to the scar on the left side of his face and the bionic eye. He said nothing to such scum.
"What's your name, mister?" BDN asked
Gun Grave spoke out with his mind to BDN as he moved his lips, "My name is Gun Grave."
"Gun Grave, huh?" He asked
All his underlings looked at him oddly from under their odd masks, one even asked, "Hey boss. Why are you talking to yourself?"
BDN looked down at him, "I'm not talking to myself you idiot! Can't you hear his voice? I can hear it clear as a bell."
"They can't hear me." Gun Grave said out to BDN, "Because I'm only allowing you to hear me. I'm speaking to you through one of my many talents, telepathy. However, come the first mornings light you won't be able to utter this to anyone. Nor will any of your slaves."
BDN narrowed one eye at Gun Grave, "Pretty confidant aren't you? Still, you're not pretty like me and by the way you ruined my favorite beautiful hat. For that I should have my gang kill you right away."
"You humans pride yourself too much on skin deep beauty." Gun Grave smirked, "You can't realize the truth behind it all. I won't even bother explaining it to you, since your mind is as narrow as your neon tubes. In the end you won't matter one little bit because I'll be doing a service by getting rid of you. Even to me I'll be at peace one you're gone. You're so-called beauty. your white cliché cowboy outfit, your hat, your neon tubes, your overly tanned skin, and those teeth. Everything about you makes me sick. You're a disgrace to vision."
BDN only laughed wide jawed and uproariously, "Who are you to talk about beauty with your dark clothes and that scar down your face? You make me sick, Gun Grave. I think I'd do you and everyone else a service by getting rid of your ugly mug. Attention Scumbags! First one to kill him and bring me his hat will receive something very beautiful from me."
This time everyone in the room heard Gun Grave's telepathic voice, "Bullet time."
Everyone watched as he vanished into thin air as if he was a ghost or a mirage. Even BDN looked in awe, as the man who criticized him on his choice of tackiness was gone. He suddenly wondered if this was a trap concocted by the ship security. Then again, if he was an illusion, illusions can't kill people. For the first time in his little life he felt afraid of someone, he never exactly felt afraid of Vash the Stampede, but this man called Gun Grave frightened him.
From Gun Grave's point of view everything was at a stand still. Now he could use some very special moves. He holstered his Cerberus guns and went to that same button that brought out the target sights for the coffin missile launcher. He was within close proximity of the Badland thieves and this was just the time for his great move. Yet he wanted BDN to remain safe for his final move. Between himself and his target there was fifteen feet worth of free targets for him to work with.
Gun Grave smiled as he said his attack, "Hellhound Roar!"
From the coffin came a barrage of missiles that showered down on the Badland thieves like rain and hail. In slow motion the explosions sent the Badlands in every direction sprawled in mid-air loosing their guns and their lives. Gun Grave tried to think of what the last thing that these scum would think before they bit the big one.
"What the hell was that?" Gun Grave thought as he continued the attack. He slowly came back within real time and watched as the last of the Badland thieves had fallen because of his attacks. All that was left were only a few underlings that were cowering under the legs of Brilliant Dynamites Neon. They watched as Gun Grave slowly emerged as if he was invisible and was becoming visible again. He looked and saw those few that were cowering before him and even BDN was looking frightened at him.
Gun Grave looked remorselessly at the thieves as they dropped there guns and begged for mercy. Gun Grave only answered by drawing out the Cerberus guns and shot all that remained of the Badland Thieves. Behind him the passengers and workers alike looked in horror as well as amazement that one man could do this. Some wondered if this was Vash the Stampede in disguise, but obviously it wasn't. The reason is because he wasn't wearing the fabled red coat.
He came up to Brilliant Dynamites Neon as he drew his gun. Gun Grave looked at the gun, it was just as tacky as he was, a long pistol gun that flashed red and yellow neon tubes along the top of the gun. It was pointed at such an angle that the barrel of the gun almost looked like a neon-lined escalator. Gun Grave smirked at this thought as he saw the gun trembling.
"I know you're afraid." Gun Grave reached out in his mind to the thief, "you should be afraid of me. Not even the fabled Vash the Stampede compares to what I've done. Now ends this tackiness that you call beauty."
BDN couldn't stand it anymore, he was reduced to his basic level which told him to survive. He pulled the trigger of his beautiful gun, but his "only human" speed was nothing compared to Gun Grave. As he sidestepped as the bullet passed him like a piece of pollen.
"Is that all you have?" Gun Grave asked, "I thought that the leader of the Badland Thieves, Brilliant Dynamites Neon might have a little more in stock than this."
On this tacky cowboys shoulders were enormous cylinders that looked like barrels that were carefully placed onto him. They were covered in the same white fabric as his entire cowboy outfit and lined with neon tubes just like the rest of him. He tilted his shoulders forward and began to fire, for those cylinders were called his "dynamos" but within them were gattling that could fire enormous rounds in a short amount of time. He was scared and he needed to use his last resort weapon to be rid of this creature. The gattling bullets tore through the tops of the fabric and rained its bullets out at Gun Grave.
"Bullet Time" Gun Grave thought and watched the bullets come at him slowly. He moved himself in back of BDN as he continued his desperate attempt to survive and as he came back into real time again. The speed of the bullets increased until they were like the sound of rapidly popping popcorn. Luckily, BDN failed to notice that Gun Grave vanished and was standing towards his side. He couldn't notice because of those enormous dynamos on his shoulders.
Soon, those dynamo gattling guns had run out of bullets. Then Gun Grave made the shot from his light colored Cerberus with the red cross running along its side. He shot the gun that BDN had in his right hand. He was defenseless. He looked at Gun Grave who took the coffin that was at his side and swung it at the enormous man. The force was so much that he landed on his back. His beautiful hat fell off and his long brown hair spread itself across the floor. He really wasn't beautiful anymore. He looked up with a face that was wide eyed, mouth opened and sweat rolling off of his face.
"Oh, shit." He whimpered as tears rolled down his face that mixed with the sweat. The gunslinger knelt down and now Gun Grave looked into his dead eyes. Even that bionic eye that showed no human pities whatsoever. This time he won't have the pity of the peace loving gunslinger named Vash the Stampede. This man was a true demon and there was no sympathy coming from demons. Gun Grave held out his Cerberus, this time it was the dark one with the silver cross. He pressed it against his victims' forehead. He was now judge, jury and the executioner for this thief. The man who shinned with beauty, greed and pride was dissolved to a sniveling man in the eyes of this gunslinger. He reached out with his mind to the pitiful man.
"Brilliant Dynamites Neon." He said narrowing his eye, "I'm called Gun Grave the Undead, I am the 14th Gung-Ho Gun, and you are dead." He pulled the trigger, with a loud band, a loss of struggle, and a splatter of blood on the cheap casino carpet BDN was dead.
Gun Grave stood up as the casino was emptied of its occupants. Allowing Gun Grave some privacy to drain Brilliant Dynamites Neon of all his precious bodily fluids.
To be continue...
By ShadowHawk & Turles
Disclaimer: We do not own the copyrights to Trigun, or any other copyrighted information. All Copyrights belong to their respective owners.
Trigun: Gun Grave
Chapter 2: The Badlands
In the dead of the night as the Sand Steamer crossed the desert with the triple moons overhead they were passing an area that they took great caution in crossing. It was a place that many travelers have come into but never came back out of, a place where the wealthiest cargo are stripped away and taken into the night. This was the badlands, the worst of the worst places in the world to cross. The Bermuda Triangle, Devils Island, The Black Hole of Calcutta, none of these places were like those of the Badlands. There was nothing mysterious or supernatural about it, this was a dwelling of the worst thieves known, a group known as the Badland Thieves, and their leader shines brightly like a great star, a man who was known only as Brilliant Dynamites Neon.
In the darkness of the night, the neon lights of the Badland Thieves began to glow like a field of fireflies. At the head of them like a king was the leader himself, Brilliant Dynamites Neon. A man dressed in a very white and tacky cliché cowboy outfit that was fitted with neon all over it. The man himself with the neon glowing all over him was like a Las Vegas sign flashing a casino's name. In his mouth he had a sparkler that he light with a blowtorch. He held it between his teeth like it was a cigarette.
"It's time." He said smiling and showing off all his white teeth, "Is the Sand Steamer near?"
One of the many underlings serving BDN (as he's sometimes called) looked towards the horizon through a set of powerful binoculars. There he saw a black object moving across the horizon like a car moving along a road. It was definitely the Sand Steamer from the black set of clouds that were coming out of it.
"I see it, sir." The Underling called out.
"Alright, boys." BDN called out tossing away the sparkler cigarette, "Remember, this time they'll be no Vash the Stampede stopping us this time. So, let's hit them hard, everything that's beautiful will belong to me."
"Yes, boss." All the underlings called out.
The Badland thieves got into their racecars that had neon tubes in their sides. They looks more like show cars that belongs on the Las Vegas strip rather than in the hands of the Badland thieves. In these cars they raced to catch up with the Sand Steamer. It was like Sharks catching up to a whale that was sending its blood into the ocean.
In the past the Badland thieves had to have someone on the inside of the Sand Steamer to let them in. But not this time, they now had grapplers that could get a few of them onto the main deck of the Sand Steamer but only a few could get on this way. The rest would stay within the race cars while the few who made it on board would get the doors to the Steamer open. That was their way to get in and the odds were in their favor since the guns hadn't been used at all. This had gone on for so long that they had rusted themselves into place. No doubt even the controls were bad.
This was the best time for the Badland thieves to act, the first attack wave had made it aboard. Now the real trick was getting through the ship and getting the main door opened. The rest of the band had waited outside following the Sand Steamer like dolphins off the bow of a great ship. BDN looked at the side as the door opened, it was done the Badland thieves had made it onboard the Sand Steamer. What an opportune time it was and this time nothing was stopping them from taking whatever they wanted.
BDN paraded himself onto the deck like a combination of Liberace and Cher. His neon lights that were embedded into his tacky white cowboy outfit began to shine as he paraded himself. "I leader of the Badlands," he said, "here by take over this ship as my own. Anything that's beautiful belongs to me. Now go find them!"
"Yes sir!" His underlings called out and proceeded to take the ship hostage.
* * *
Gun Grave was dreaming. It was the same dream that he had been having ever since he started out on this journey. There were two children, both having dark hair, one boy and one girl. They played on a stretch of grass that went only a few feet before leaking into the sands of the world that they lived on. It was a wonderful dream yet it didn't last long when the door burst open. Gun Grave awoke, his fast eyes looked to the door and there were the Badland thieves with their odd suits that had only green neon on their shoulders.
"Bullet Time" Gun Grave said in his mind as he saw the Badlands outside his door. In the time that was slowed down he got up and looked at them. He had heard stories of this group and seeing them coming into his room like bandits made him think that they were on the ship. He may be a killer but even still he needed his peace and he wasn't about to let anyone stand in his way. Not even such common thieves as these. He went to get his coffin and took out his Cerberus and fired the bullets right at the thieves watching them drop like flies as he came back into real time.
He went into the hall carrying his coffin and the Cerberus in each hand. Walking down the halls was pretty casual yet he was cautious, he may have a few abilities over the Badlands but they outnumbered him. So, caution was the best way to approach this situation. Going through each deck he found each one to be deserted. There weren't any of the thieves in any direction that he went it was as if the ship had been deserted. As if all the people that were here had vanished like a mirage. Somehow, Gun Grave thought, they couldn't be too far, because where else could they go?
Finally he came to the deck of the Sand Steamer that had the casino. It was bigger than the casino floor of the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. So large that they had to put up signs of where each table was located, which game, which slot machine and so on. Yet somewhere towards the center of this great enormous room there was a great gathering of people. They were clustered so much that every table beyond the crowd was empty. Through the bionic eye that was at his disposal he zoomed in and found a great tall man. An abnormally tall man in a ugly white cowboy outfit with a ridiculously large brimmed hat with a neon tube in the shape of a lightning bolt on it in yellow. At that moment Gun Grave knew he had met him, the leader of the Badland Thieves, Brilliant Dynamites Neon. Just the sight of the man made Gun Grave sick to his stomach. It was because everything about him was tacky, his clothes, his abnormally tanned skin, his white smile and teeth that were all straight like the vertical bars of a prison. Gun Grave could hear the man ranting and raving. He saw that he had a handful of jewelry.
"This isn't beautiful for me!" He screamed, "nothing here is beautiful. Not even the women are beautiful enough to rape. This is the worst catch we ever got."
Keeping BDN in his sights of his bionic eye, Gun Grave brought up his Cerberus, it was the dark colored one that had the silver cross running along its side. He aimed it right at the tacky cowboys' head and pulled the trigger. He watched, the sound of the bullet being fired emanated throughout the whole casino, the people ducked while the badland thieves were all looking at him. BDN on the other hand never knew what hit him until he heard the sound of glass breaking. He took off his enormous white cowboy hat he had on his head, he had been shot at, but he wasn't wounded. The only thing that was, was his hat. He looked at it the place where the yellow lightning bolt neon was set. There was a bullet hole right in the center, the glass was no more, no longer shinning and no longer beautiful. BDN shoved his hat back on and looked to find out who shot him.
"BRING HIM TO ME!" He screamed
The Badland underlings scrambled across the enormous casino, going through the pathways between the tables, while others were going over the tables as if they were stepping-stones. Gun Grave didn't care either way, he aimed his Cerberus at them and fired one round after the other at the Badlands every one that came at him dropped like stones from the sky. Slowly he made his way towards BDN, he wanted to make that kill the best out of this lot of scum. Stepping over the bodies of the Badlands did give Gun Grave a sense of satisfaction. He was doing the world a public service by ridding them of a group of thieves. Yet, at the back of his remorseless mind he wondered who was worse, the thieves or the murderer. As soon as the first attack wave had dropped, BDN called out to his troops.
"Fall back!" He called out then set his sights to Gun Grave, "Come here!"
Gun Grave complied and came within good distance of BDN, while the Badlands thieves encircled him armed and ready to fire. Gun Grave looked straight at the tacky cowboy, Brilliant Dynamites Neon who looked already disgusted.
"Oh," he said sneering, "you really are ugly, mister."
Gun Grave knew that he was referring to the scar on the left side of his face and the bionic eye. He said nothing to such scum.
"What's your name, mister?" BDN asked
Gun Grave spoke out with his mind to BDN as he moved his lips, "My name is Gun Grave."
"Gun Grave, huh?" He asked
All his underlings looked at him oddly from under their odd masks, one even asked, "Hey boss. Why are you talking to yourself?"
BDN looked down at him, "I'm not talking to myself you idiot! Can't you hear his voice? I can hear it clear as a bell."
"They can't hear me." Gun Grave said out to BDN, "Because I'm only allowing you to hear me. I'm speaking to you through one of my many talents, telepathy. However, come the first mornings light you won't be able to utter this to anyone. Nor will any of your slaves."
BDN narrowed one eye at Gun Grave, "Pretty confidant aren't you? Still, you're not pretty like me and by the way you ruined my favorite beautiful hat. For that I should have my gang kill you right away."
"You humans pride yourself too much on skin deep beauty." Gun Grave smirked, "You can't realize the truth behind it all. I won't even bother explaining it to you, since your mind is as narrow as your neon tubes. In the end you won't matter one little bit because I'll be doing a service by getting rid of you. Even to me I'll be at peace one you're gone. You're so-called beauty. your white cliché cowboy outfit, your hat, your neon tubes, your overly tanned skin, and those teeth. Everything about you makes me sick. You're a disgrace to vision."
BDN only laughed wide jawed and uproariously, "Who are you to talk about beauty with your dark clothes and that scar down your face? You make me sick, Gun Grave. I think I'd do you and everyone else a service by getting rid of your ugly mug. Attention Scumbags! First one to kill him and bring me his hat will receive something very beautiful from me."
This time everyone in the room heard Gun Grave's telepathic voice, "Bullet time."
Everyone watched as he vanished into thin air as if he was a ghost or a mirage. Even BDN looked in awe, as the man who criticized him on his choice of tackiness was gone. He suddenly wondered if this was a trap concocted by the ship security. Then again, if he was an illusion, illusions can't kill people. For the first time in his little life he felt afraid of someone, he never exactly felt afraid of Vash the Stampede, but this man called Gun Grave frightened him.
From Gun Grave's point of view everything was at a stand still. Now he could use some very special moves. He holstered his Cerberus guns and went to that same button that brought out the target sights for the coffin missile launcher. He was within close proximity of the Badland thieves and this was just the time for his great move. Yet he wanted BDN to remain safe for his final move. Between himself and his target there was fifteen feet worth of free targets for him to work with.
Gun Grave smiled as he said his attack, "Hellhound Roar!"
From the coffin came a barrage of missiles that showered down on the Badland thieves like rain and hail. In slow motion the explosions sent the Badlands in every direction sprawled in mid-air loosing their guns and their lives. Gun Grave tried to think of what the last thing that these scum would think before they bit the big one.
"What the hell was that?" Gun Grave thought as he continued the attack. He slowly came back within real time and watched as the last of the Badland thieves had fallen because of his attacks. All that was left were only a few underlings that were cowering under the legs of Brilliant Dynamites Neon. They watched as Gun Grave slowly emerged as if he was invisible and was becoming visible again. He looked and saw those few that were cowering before him and even BDN was looking frightened at him.
Gun Grave looked remorselessly at the thieves as they dropped there guns and begged for mercy. Gun Grave only answered by drawing out the Cerberus guns and shot all that remained of the Badland Thieves. Behind him the passengers and workers alike looked in horror as well as amazement that one man could do this. Some wondered if this was Vash the Stampede in disguise, but obviously it wasn't. The reason is because he wasn't wearing the fabled red coat.
He came up to Brilliant Dynamites Neon as he drew his gun. Gun Grave looked at the gun, it was just as tacky as he was, a long pistol gun that flashed red and yellow neon tubes along the top of the gun. It was pointed at such an angle that the barrel of the gun almost looked like a neon-lined escalator. Gun Grave smirked at this thought as he saw the gun trembling.
"I know you're afraid." Gun Grave reached out in his mind to the thief, "you should be afraid of me. Not even the fabled Vash the Stampede compares to what I've done. Now ends this tackiness that you call beauty."
BDN couldn't stand it anymore, he was reduced to his basic level which told him to survive. He pulled the trigger of his beautiful gun, but his "only human" speed was nothing compared to Gun Grave. As he sidestepped as the bullet passed him like a piece of pollen.
"Is that all you have?" Gun Grave asked, "I thought that the leader of the Badland Thieves, Brilliant Dynamites Neon might have a little more in stock than this."
On this tacky cowboys shoulders were enormous cylinders that looked like barrels that were carefully placed onto him. They were covered in the same white fabric as his entire cowboy outfit and lined with neon tubes just like the rest of him. He tilted his shoulders forward and began to fire, for those cylinders were called his "dynamos" but within them were gattling that could fire enormous rounds in a short amount of time. He was scared and he needed to use his last resort weapon to be rid of this creature. The gattling bullets tore through the tops of the fabric and rained its bullets out at Gun Grave.
"Bullet Time" Gun Grave thought and watched the bullets come at him slowly. He moved himself in back of BDN as he continued his desperate attempt to survive and as he came back into real time again. The speed of the bullets increased until they were like the sound of rapidly popping popcorn. Luckily, BDN failed to notice that Gun Grave vanished and was standing towards his side. He couldn't notice because of those enormous dynamos on his shoulders.
Soon, those dynamo gattling guns had run out of bullets. Then Gun Grave made the shot from his light colored Cerberus with the red cross running along its side. He shot the gun that BDN had in his right hand. He was defenseless. He looked at Gun Grave who took the coffin that was at his side and swung it at the enormous man. The force was so much that he landed on his back. His beautiful hat fell off and his long brown hair spread itself across the floor. He really wasn't beautiful anymore. He looked up with a face that was wide eyed, mouth opened and sweat rolling off of his face.
"Oh, shit." He whimpered as tears rolled down his face that mixed with the sweat. The gunslinger knelt down and now Gun Grave looked into his dead eyes. Even that bionic eye that showed no human pities whatsoever. This time he won't have the pity of the peace loving gunslinger named Vash the Stampede. This man was a true demon and there was no sympathy coming from demons. Gun Grave held out his Cerberus, this time it was the dark one with the silver cross. He pressed it against his victims' forehead. He was now judge, jury and the executioner for this thief. The man who shinned with beauty, greed and pride was dissolved to a sniveling man in the eyes of this gunslinger. He reached out with his mind to the pitiful man.
"Brilliant Dynamites Neon." He said narrowing his eye, "I'm called Gun Grave the Undead, I am the 14th Gung-Ho Gun, and you are dead." He pulled the trigger, with a loud band, a loss of struggle, and a splatter of blood on the cheap casino carpet BDN was dead.
Gun Grave stood up as the casino was emptied of its occupants. Allowing Gun Grave some privacy to drain Brilliant Dynamites Neon of all his precious bodily fluids.
To be continue...