TRIGUN: GunGrave
Chapter 6: Half past Noon
By ShadowHawk & Turles
Disclaimer: We do not own the copyrights to Trigun, or any other copyrighted information. All Copyrights belong to their respective owners.
The Sand Steamer rolled into town, a small little hamlet called "L and R Town". The town was set against a set of rocky hills that shadowed the town when the twin suns would set slowly in the west. Though the town wasn't as big as Mei City or any of those larger places. It was just a quaint little town like any other kind of town out of a Western or Louis Lamoure Novel. Compared to the town, the enormous Humpback class Sand Steamer looked like an eyesore since it dwarfed all the other buildings around it. Yet, it wasn't what the Steamer was, it was what passengers it carried that would carry out the course of events in that day.
From the gangplank that extended down from the Sand Steamer came the man only known as Gun Grave, at his side was his love (as well as his job), Miss Stephanie Bowstock. Behind them were Marshall Maryanne and Mr. Bowstock (Stephanie's father). They came down the steps to the town itself.
Gun Grave met with Mr. Bowstock, "I've done my duty, Mr. Bowstock."
Mr. Bowstock looked very unnerved, then again that's how he always looked. He looked up at the dark stranger known only as Gun Grave and held up his end of the bargain. In his hands he held an enormous suitcase made of black leather. He held on its side to display what was inside, he clicked it open and displayed all the double-dollars that were inside.
"As I had promised, triple the fee if we make it to L and R town." Mr. Bowstock repeated his deal, "It's all here 300,000 double dollars. If you want to count it, I will not be offended. I'm grateful that my daughter has made it in one piece."
"Just doing my duty." Gun Grave said as he took the suitcase. Little did Mr. Bowstock know of what had transgressed between him and Miss Stephanie last night. It was a good thing that they were never found out at all.
"Where do you plan to go from here?" Miss Stephanie asked the dark stranger.
"There's a little village just a few miles away from here." Gun Grave explained, "There's someone I intend to meet there."
"An old friend?" Marshall Maryanne asked
Gun Grave stared right at the Marshall, "You could say that."
From behind Gun Grave suddenly heard a rumble of arguments.
"He's only a few miles away from this town!" A big gruff voice said
"Very well, then we'll follow your lead." This voice was smaller but was still a mans voice, "But if it's wrong, we'll find Vash the Stampede my way."
Through the telepathy that Gun Grave had he knew that there was a group of bounty hunters here and they were going after Vash the Stampede themselves. If they were successful then his mission would be a failure both to the Gung-Ho Guns and to himself for finding no clues to his past. Just then as he thought that he should be the first one out of town a voice called out.
"Hey is that him?" the big gruff voice said, "The guy that they talked about on the radio. The one who was said to have killed the Nebraska family?"
"Oh no." Miss Stephanie uttered as she clung to her fathers' side.
"Hey you!" A voice called out to Gun Grave, "turn around!"
Gun Grave turned around and saw who was talking to him. The first thing that caught his eye was an enormous man of nearly 12 feet tall who had a green Mohawk, a red coat, long earrings, short legs, one metallic arm and a boomerang like weapon on his back. At this enormous mans feet were tons of henchmen all having red bandanas around their necks. The only one who wasn't was a blonde man who was carrying what looked like a rifle on his back and in the slow wind Gun Grave could see a red liner in his coat.
"Yeah, that's him." The enormous man said, "Hey, Ruth? Didn't they say there was a bounty on this guy?"
The blonde man, that Gun Graves deduced was named Ruth said, "Yeah, I heard that they posted a 300,000,000 double dollar bounty on his head."
"I knew that someone would want to put a bounty on my head." Gun Grave thought.
"Hey, death-man!" The enormous man asked, "Aren't you going to say something?"
Gun Grave reached out in his mind and moved his lips, "I'd like to know whom I'm dealing with first."
"My name is Descartes and these are my henchmen." The enormous man introduced himself, "And that man over there is called Loose Ruth a.k.a. Constance Rifle." He pointed to the man with the enormous rifle and blonde hair.
One of the henchmen called up to Descartes, "Hey boss, who are you talking to?"
Descartes enormous face looked down in displeasure he picked up his henchman by the head in his metallic hand, "I'm talking to that dark man over there, you shmuck!"
"You should talk." Gun Grave said sarcastically.
Descartes dropped his henchmen, "What the hell did you say, stranger?"
"I said, you should talk." Gun Grave explained, "You're a shmuck to think that you can just take me in."
Marshall Maryanne had to step in since it was her civic duty, "Please everyone, let's not resort to violence. I'm a Marshall."
"Ooh." Descartes said feigning his fear, "ooh, I'm so scared, the Marshall is here."
Gun Grave spoke to the Marshall, "Maryanne." He said, "Take the Bowstock family and get as far away from me as you can. They plan to capture me, but I'm not going to allow that. Please get them away from here."
"What about you?" Maryanne asked concerned.
"Don't worry about me, I've done my duty up to this point, and now its come down to a matter of survival."
"I understand." Maryanne said as she took the hands of both Mr. Bowstock and Stephanie away from the scene. Stephanie tried to fight but it was no use against the strength of the Marshall. And with the Bowstock family and Maryanne out of the way, Gun Grave could now fight the way he wants to fight. Though the sight of all the people made him have a second thought of conscience, he knew that he had to fight away from the city if he doesn't want any unnecessary deaths on his hands. With a free hand he opened the coffin and out popped his cat.
He whispered to it, "Kuroneko, I'm going to fight so please get away too. I'll meet up with you later."
"Nyao" Kuroneko meowed as he rubbed against Gun Grave's cheek and hopped down and dashed away.
"That was probably the most screwed up thing I have ever seen." Descartes said in disgust, "A man who kills has a cat in his possession."
Gun Grave stuck the suitcase full of money in his coffin while it popped out the Cerberus guns from their secondary exit. He held up the silver and dark silver guns.
"If you want me, come and claim me yourselves." Gun Grave dared his enemies as he dashed away through the narrow alleyways of L and R town. As Gun Grave dashed he heard the raised shouts of the bounty hunters behind him.
"After him, you bastards!" The voice of Descartes proclaimed and the firing of guns followed.
"Foolish humans." Gun Grave thought, "They're still willing to walk into death." He could have made it a whole lot easier by using Bullet Time but that wouldn't achieve his goal. And that goal was simply to lead this gang of bounty hunters into the desert for a better fight.
Eventually he came out of the alleyway and into the hot open desert. The twin suns blazed overhead. The coffin was at his sides, held by the chains and both his Cerberus guns in his hands. He was ready to fight and now to lead the sheep to their slaughter. He reached out in his mind to send the telepathic message to Descartes and his gang. "I'm out here, jackass!" He shouted
He lay in wait like a snake waiting of the mouse to come to him. He watched them come out of the city like ants and in his minds ear he heard music. An old song that would get the undead blood in his veins pumping like oil through an engine.
Dead I am the one, Exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
As they slowly turn, conquering the worm
Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula
Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula
They came closer; all of them were loading and cocking their weapons ready to fire at their precious bounty-head. Gun Grave stayed still with both guns in his hands as he tightened his grip on their steel handles. He felt their presence circling them as their leaders Decartes and Loose Ruth come up to his frong.
"This might be the easiest bounty we've ever collected." Descartes smiled, "Eh, Ruth?"
"I agree." Loose Ruth said as he took out his rifle, to Gun Grave it looked like a brilliant design. Twin barrels stacked on top of each other and twin cartridge casings on either side of the gun. That way when the gun is cocked the bullets keep firing, like a manually driven gattling gun.
But Gun Grave heard the song in his head.
Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr
Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula
"You can't go after Vash the Stampede." Gun Grave announced
"And why not?" Descartes asked
"I have more right to see him than for a mere bounty."
"Whatever." Descartes said apathetically.
"Again." He said with his mind reaching out to all the gang members, "Don't be so sure that you'll take me in or even kill me." He was smiling again, "All of you really are shmucks, if you listened to those reports on me, you know that I won't be easy to kill. Brilliant Dynamites Neon, died on his back and so did the Big Brother Gang with the Nebraska Family. All you humans walk so easily and willingly into deaths grip."
"I've had enough!" Descartes said as he hooked up his boomerang. The way it would work is that as he would through it he would hit a button at his side that would pull the chord attached to the boomerang. This way it would allow the boomerang to spin a little faster than a normal throw could accomplish. The boomerang went out with a great WOOSH! It spun like a wheel that reflected the sunlight. It came within inches of Gun Grave before he made a dive backwards. The boomerang came over him and all he could see when it passed over him was its great silver color that shined with the glare of the twin suns that were beginning to set in the west. Along with the sight was the sound and feeling that the boomerang made as it passed just a few inches away from his nose. It made a thumping noise in his ears like his heart beating so fast that it could burst within his chest. Its speed made his hair swish and swirl in the motion passing him. At last in only a matter of seconds the boomerang passed him and made a pass back to its owner's hand. Gun Grave got back to his feet and saw the boomerang, he holstered both guns and brought up his coffin bringing out the missile sights. The silver disk spun in the afternoon suns and Gun Grave made the shot. The missile fired outward but its path was far ahead of the boomerang and when the two met in mid-air it exploded sending out shards of what used to be Descartes most prized weapon.
The gang looked up at the raining shards of the weapon in incredible awe. As they did Gun Grave made his announcement.
"I didn't get a chance to introduce myself." He said to all the gang members, "I am the 14th Gung-Ho Gun, Gun Grave the Undead. And all of you will die!"
"I don't think so!" Loose Ruth said raising his rifle. He aimed for Gun Grave's chest and fired. The shot emanated throughout the desert but what they saw would shock them all. The man who had shot down Descartes favorite weapon was now down on the ground. He was sprawled out upon the sandy ground with his guns still in his hands.
"Well boys." Descartes said, "Looks like the reward is ours after all, then we'll go for Vash the Stampede."
The Gang rejoiced in the celebration that the man that they made a small chase of was now dead. Except for one, it was the man who actually pulled the trigger, Loose Ruth. He approached the dead body carefully. It seemed odd that such a huge bounty would be so easy to capture. In his doubt, he wanted to make sure that his victim wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest and faking his own death. He came up to the body, Gun Grave eyes were definitely closed. His eyes moved down to the chest and there he found the wound that he made in Gun Grave's chest. From the shotgun shell there were a lot of little holes from the projectiles. Yet he still had a good grip on those twin guns of his.
Still holding onto his rifle, Loose Ruth kicked the side of Gun Grave. Nothing, so he definitely was dead and with that Loose Ruth celebrated with the gang since there was over 300 million double dollars to go around. But then his vision was brought back to his victims' chest. For the wounds in Gun Grave's chest were beginning to close up and heal like fast clotting blood. Gun Grave brought one of his guns up to Loose Ruth's face. He heard the next verse of the song in his head as his undead eyes turned to his victim.
Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die
I can never die!
I can never die!
I can never die!
I can never die!
Die!
"Die, Loose Ruth!" Gun Grave shouted as he pulled the trigger of his Cerberus. The sound immediately halted the happiness among the celebrating bounty hunters. They turned their attention as they found Gun Grave getting back to his feet while Loose Ruth lay on his side with half of his skull and brains scattered across the sandy ground.
"You're all next." Gun Grave maliciously smiled
The members of the Descartes gang rang, but their leader remained standing calling to his henchmen, "Get back here you cowards!" He shouted, "You spineless wimps!"
His attention was brought back to Gun Grave who had his coffin in the position of a rocket launcher.
"Deathblow!" Gun Graves shouted as he pulled the trigger sending out his missile at Descartes, the rocket went into his mouth since it was open from shock. And it exploded the back of his head like a Roman candle.
"That's two down." Gun Grave said to himself, "Now for the rest."
He took out his Cerberus guns and began another move. Bringing up the guns he fired carefully aimed shots at the fleeing gang members. They dropped like targets in an arcade shooting range, until the last one dropped down sending up a puff of sand and dirt into the softly blowing wind.
Gun Grave set down his coffin. He opened it to take out the suitcase full of money to set back his Cerberus guns. He then opened the suitcase full of money. The single pieces of paper were blowing in the wind. He took out each bundle and went to another compartment of the coffin. This one in the actual lid in which was an empty compartment he took out the bundles of money and shoved them into that place.
Until there was one last bundle of money. He looked back at the dead and back at the bundle he had in his hand. He ripped off the paper that held the double dollars together and tossed it up into the wind and allowed the money to scatter along with the dead bodies. Gun Grave took out the egg from its compartment for the ritual of draining them of their fluids.
* * *
Back in L and R town, Miss Stephanie, Mr. Bowstock, Marshall Maryanne and a small black cat waiting on a small bench in the town square. They waited until they saw a familiar dark figure coming up to meet them. Miss Stephanie saw that it was Gun Grave, she picked up the excess parts of her dress and ran to him. She threw her arms around his waist feeling him and knowing that he was still alive. Behind them came Marshall Maryanne and Mr. Bowstock who found that their "acquaintance" was still alive. Along with them came the little black cat, it jumped onto the coffin and clawed its way up to the broad shoulder of Gun Grave. It nuzzled his cheek seeing that he was still alive. "The deed is done." Gun Grave said
"What do you plan to do now?" the Marshall asked
"As I said there's a village not too far from here." Gun Grave explained, "I have to see someone there. Someone who has the answers I need."
To be continued.
Chapter 6: Half past Noon
By ShadowHawk & Turles
Disclaimer: We do not own the copyrights to Trigun, or any other copyrighted information. All Copyrights belong to their respective owners.
The Sand Steamer rolled into town, a small little hamlet called "L and R Town". The town was set against a set of rocky hills that shadowed the town when the twin suns would set slowly in the west. Though the town wasn't as big as Mei City or any of those larger places. It was just a quaint little town like any other kind of town out of a Western or Louis Lamoure Novel. Compared to the town, the enormous Humpback class Sand Steamer looked like an eyesore since it dwarfed all the other buildings around it. Yet, it wasn't what the Steamer was, it was what passengers it carried that would carry out the course of events in that day.
From the gangplank that extended down from the Sand Steamer came the man only known as Gun Grave, at his side was his love (as well as his job), Miss Stephanie Bowstock. Behind them were Marshall Maryanne and Mr. Bowstock (Stephanie's father). They came down the steps to the town itself.
Gun Grave met with Mr. Bowstock, "I've done my duty, Mr. Bowstock."
Mr. Bowstock looked very unnerved, then again that's how he always looked. He looked up at the dark stranger known only as Gun Grave and held up his end of the bargain. In his hands he held an enormous suitcase made of black leather. He held on its side to display what was inside, he clicked it open and displayed all the double-dollars that were inside.
"As I had promised, triple the fee if we make it to L and R town." Mr. Bowstock repeated his deal, "It's all here 300,000 double dollars. If you want to count it, I will not be offended. I'm grateful that my daughter has made it in one piece."
"Just doing my duty." Gun Grave said as he took the suitcase. Little did Mr. Bowstock know of what had transgressed between him and Miss Stephanie last night. It was a good thing that they were never found out at all.
"Where do you plan to go from here?" Miss Stephanie asked the dark stranger.
"There's a little village just a few miles away from here." Gun Grave explained, "There's someone I intend to meet there."
"An old friend?" Marshall Maryanne asked
Gun Grave stared right at the Marshall, "You could say that."
From behind Gun Grave suddenly heard a rumble of arguments.
"He's only a few miles away from this town!" A big gruff voice said
"Very well, then we'll follow your lead." This voice was smaller but was still a mans voice, "But if it's wrong, we'll find Vash the Stampede my way."
Through the telepathy that Gun Grave had he knew that there was a group of bounty hunters here and they were going after Vash the Stampede themselves. If they were successful then his mission would be a failure both to the Gung-Ho Guns and to himself for finding no clues to his past. Just then as he thought that he should be the first one out of town a voice called out.
"Hey is that him?" the big gruff voice said, "The guy that they talked about on the radio. The one who was said to have killed the Nebraska family?"
"Oh no." Miss Stephanie uttered as she clung to her fathers' side.
"Hey you!" A voice called out to Gun Grave, "turn around!"
Gun Grave turned around and saw who was talking to him. The first thing that caught his eye was an enormous man of nearly 12 feet tall who had a green Mohawk, a red coat, long earrings, short legs, one metallic arm and a boomerang like weapon on his back. At this enormous mans feet were tons of henchmen all having red bandanas around their necks. The only one who wasn't was a blonde man who was carrying what looked like a rifle on his back and in the slow wind Gun Grave could see a red liner in his coat.
"Yeah, that's him." The enormous man said, "Hey, Ruth? Didn't they say there was a bounty on this guy?"
The blonde man, that Gun Graves deduced was named Ruth said, "Yeah, I heard that they posted a 300,000,000 double dollar bounty on his head."
"I knew that someone would want to put a bounty on my head." Gun Grave thought.
"Hey, death-man!" The enormous man asked, "Aren't you going to say something?"
Gun Grave reached out in his mind and moved his lips, "I'd like to know whom I'm dealing with first."
"My name is Descartes and these are my henchmen." The enormous man introduced himself, "And that man over there is called Loose Ruth a.k.a. Constance Rifle." He pointed to the man with the enormous rifle and blonde hair.
One of the henchmen called up to Descartes, "Hey boss, who are you talking to?"
Descartes enormous face looked down in displeasure he picked up his henchman by the head in his metallic hand, "I'm talking to that dark man over there, you shmuck!"
"You should talk." Gun Grave said sarcastically.
Descartes dropped his henchmen, "What the hell did you say, stranger?"
"I said, you should talk." Gun Grave explained, "You're a shmuck to think that you can just take me in."
Marshall Maryanne had to step in since it was her civic duty, "Please everyone, let's not resort to violence. I'm a Marshall."
"Ooh." Descartes said feigning his fear, "ooh, I'm so scared, the Marshall is here."
Gun Grave spoke to the Marshall, "Maryanne." He said, "Take the Bowstock family and get as far away from me as you can. They plan to capture me, but I'm not going to allow that. Please get them away from here."
"What about you?" Maryanne asked concerned.
"Don't worry about me, I've done my duty up to this point, and now its come down to a matter of survival."
"I understand." Maryanne said as she took the hands of both Mr. Bowstock and Stephanie away from the scene. Stephanie tried to fight but it was no use against the strength of the Marshall. And with the Bowstock family and Maryanne out of the way, Gun Grave could now fight the way he wants to fight. Though the sight of all the people made him have a second thought of conscience, he knew that he had to fight away from the city if he doesn't want any unnecessary deaths on his hands. With a free hand he opened the coffin and out popped his cat.
He whispered to it, "Kuroneko, I'm going to fight so please get away too. I'll meet up with you later."
"Nyao" Kuroneko meowed as he rubbed against Gun Grave's cheek and hopped down and dashed away.
"That was probably the most screwed up thing I have ever seen." Descartes said in disgust, "A man who kills has a cat in his possession."
Gun Grave stuck the suitcase full of money in his coffin while it popped out the Cerberus guns from their secondary exit. He held up the silver and dark silver guns.
"If you want me, come and claim me yourselves." Gun Grave dared his enemies as he dashed away through the narrow alleyways of L and R town. As Gun Grave dashed he heard the raised shouts of the bounty hunters behind him.
"After him, you bastards!" The voice of Descartes proclaimed and the firing of guns followed.
"Foolish humans." Gun Grave thought, "They're still willing to walk into death." He could have made it a whole lot easier by using Bullet Time but that wouldn't achieve his goal. And that goal was simply to lead this gang of bounty hunters into the desert for a better fight.
Eventually he came out of the alleyway and into the hot open desert. The twin suns blazed overhead. The coffin was at his sides, held by the chains and both his Cerberus guns in his hands. He was ready to fight and now to lead the sheep to their slaughter. He reached out in his mind to send the telepathic message to Descartes and his gang. "I'm out here, jackass!" He shouted
He lay in wait like a snake waiting of the mouse to come to him. He watched them come out of the city like ants and in his minds ear he heard music. An old song that would get the undead blood in his veins pumping like oil through an engine.
Dead I am the one, Exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
As they slowly turn, conquering the worm
Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula
Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula
They came closer; all of them were loading and cocking their weapons ready to fire at their precious bounty-head. Gun Grave stayed still with both guns in his hands as he tightened his grip on their steel handles. He felt their presence circling them as their leaders Decartes and Loose Ruth come up to his frong.
"This might be the easiest bounty we've ever collected." Descartes smiled, "Eh, Ruth?"
"I agree." Loose Ruth said as he took out his rifle, to Gun Grave it looked like a brilliant design. Twin barrels stacked on top of each other and twin cartridge casings on either side of the gun. That way when the gun is cocked the bullets keep firing, like a manually driven gattling gun.
But Gun Grave heard the song in his head.
Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr
Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches I slam in the back of my Dragula
"You can't go after Vash the Stampede." Gun Grave announced
"And why not?" Descartes asked
"I have more right to see him than for a mere bounty."
"Whatever." Descartes said apathetically.
"Again." He said with his mind reaching out to all the gang members, "Don't be so sure that you'll take me in or even kill me." He was smiling again, "All of you really are shmucks, if you listened to those reports on me, you know that I won't be easy to kill. Brilliant Dynamites Neon, died on his back and so did the Big Brother Gang with the Nebraska Family. All you humans walk so easily and willingly into deaths grip."
"I've had enough!" Descartes said as he hooked up his boomerang. The way it would work is that as he would through it he would hit a button at his side that would pull the chord attached to the boomerang. This way it would allow the boomerang to spin a little faster than a normal throw could accomplish. The boomerang went out with a great WOOSH! It spun like a wheel that reflected the sunlight. It came within inches of Gun Grave before he made a dive backwards. The boomerang came over him and all he could see when it passed over him was its great silver color that shined with the glare of the twin suns that were beginning to set in the west. Along with the sight was the sound and feeling that the boomerang made as it passed just a few inches away from his nose. It made a thumping noise in his ears like his heart beating so fast that it could burst within his chest. Its speed made his hair swish and swirl in the motion passing him. At last in only a matter of seconds the boomerang passed him and made a pass back to its owner's hand. Gun Grave got back to his feet and saw the boomerang, he holstered both guns and brought up his coffin bringing out the missile sights. The silver disk spun in the afternoon suns and Gun Grave made the shot. The missile fired outward but its path was far ahead of the boomerang and when the two met in mid-air it exploded sending out shards of what used to be Descartes most prized weapon.
The gang looked up at the raining shards of the weapon in incredible awe. As they did Gun Grave made his announcement.
"I didn't get a chance to introduce myself." He said to all the gang members, "I am the 14th Gung-Ho Gun, Gun Grave the Undead. And all of you will die!"
"I don't think so!" Loose Ruth said raising his rifle. He aimed for Gun Grave's chest and fired. The shot emanated throughout the desert but what they saw would shock them all. The man who had shot down Descartes favorite weapon was now down on the ground. He was sprawled out upon the sandy ground with his guns still in his hands.
"Well boys." Descartes said, "Looks like the reward is ours after all, then we'll go for Vash the Stampede."
The Gang rejoiced in the celebration that the man that they made a small chase of was now dead. Except for one, it was the man who actually pulled the trigger, Loose Ruth. He approached the dead body carefully. It seemed odd that such a huge bounty would be so easy to capture. In his doubt, he wanted to make sure that his victim wasn't wearing a bulletproof vest and faking his own death. He came up to the body, Gun Grave eyes were definitely closed. His eyes moved down to the chest and there he found the wound that he made in Gun Grave's chest. From the shotgun shell there were a lot of little holes from the projectiles. Yet he still had a good grip on those twin guns of his.
Still holding onto his rifle, Loose Ruth kicked the side of Gun Grave. Nothing, so he definitely was dead and with that Loose Ruth celebrated with the gang since there was over 300 million double dollars to go around. But then his vision was brought back to his victims' chest. For the wounds in Gun Grave's chest were beginning to close up and heal like fast clotting blood. Gun Grave brought one of his guns up to Loose Ruth's face. He heard the next verse of the song in his head as his undead eyes turned to his victim.
Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die
I can never die!
I can never die!
I can never die!
I can never die!
Die!
"Die, Loose Ruth!" Gun Grave shouted as he pulled the trigger of his Cerberus. The sound immediately halted the happiness among the celebrating bounty hunters. They turned their attention as they found Gun Grave getting back to his feet while Loose Ruth lay on his side with half of his skull and brains scattered across the sandy ground.
"You're all next." Gun Grave maliciously smiled
The members of the Descartes gang rang, but their leader remained standing calling to his henchmen, "Get back here you cowards!" He shouted, "You spineless wimps!"
His attention was brought back to Gun Grave who had his coffin in the position of a rocket launcher.
"Deathblow!" Gun Graves shouted as he pulled the trigger sending out his missile at Descartes, the rocket went into his mouth since it was open from shock. And it exploded the back of his head like a Roman candle.
"That's two down." Gun Grave said to himself, "Now for the rest."
He took out his Cerberus guns and began another move. Bringing up the guns he fired carefully aimed shots at the fleeing gang members. They dropped like targets in an arcade shooting range, until the last one dropped down sending up a puff of sand and dirt into the softly blowing wind.
Gun Grave set down his coffin. He opened it to take out the suitcase full of money to set back his Cerberus guns. He then opened the suitcase full of money. The single pieces of paper were blowing in the wind. He took out each bundle and went to another compartment of the coffin. This one in the actual lid in which was an empty compartment he took out the bundles of money and shoved them into that place.
Until there was one last bundle of money. He looked back at the dead and back at the bundle he had in his hand. He ripped off the paper that held the double dollars together and tossed it up into the wind and allowed the money to scatter along with the dead bodies. Gun Grave took out the egg from its compartment for the ritual of draining them of their fluids.
* * *
Back in L and R town, Miss Stephanie, Mr. Bowstock, Marshall Maryanne and a small black cat waiting on a small bench in the town square. They waited until they saw a familiar dark figure coming up to meet them. Miss Stephanie saw that it was Gun Grave, she picked up the excess parts of her dress and ran to him. She threw her arms around his waist feeling him and knowing that he was still alive. Behind them came Marshall Maryanne and Mr. Bowstock who found that their "acquaintance" was still alive. Along with them came the little black cat, it jumped onto the coffin and clawed its way up to the broad shoulder of Gun Grave. It nuzzled his cheek seeing that he was still alive. "The deed is done." Gun Grave said
"What do you plan to do now?" the Marshall asked
"As I said there's a village not too far from here." Gun Grave explained, "I have to see someone there. Someone who has the answers I need."
To be continued.