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Intermission
(Middle of nowhere, December area)
Lazarus grumbled, as he opened the trunk of his car, and sifted through the junk inside. The car had gotten a flat, and Lazarus hoped there was a spare. He let out a sigh of relief, as he found one under a pile of Eagle magazines.
Trash, and other assorted items fell out of the trunk, when Lazarus pulled the tire out. Lazarus wiped sweat from his brow, and took his poncho off, letting it drop to the ground. "Damn this heat", he said out loud. *Aw, you get used to it, * Wolfwood commented mentally.
Lazarus snorted, and rolled the tire over to the side of the car, "easy for you to say, you don't even feel the heat."
Wolfwood laughed, * yeah, that's true, but I was alive once, remember*?
"True", Lazarus propped the tire on the car, and began to feel under the seats for a tire iron. His hand felt cool steel, and he dragged the tire iron out from under the seat.
"Now all I need is a jack", Lazarus sighed, and looked in the trunk.
*Not very organized were they*?
Lazarus found a tire jack buried under a mess of rope, "no they weren't, and if I would have known about this earlier, I would have put a few bullets in them, just out of spite."
*I thought you weren't allowed to kill people*? Wolfwood asked, adding a mental smirk.
Lazarus looked puzzled, "how did." *I can hear your thoughts idiot*.
Growling Lazarus started to change the flat tire, "I am not allowed to terminate, but I can wound people".
*So why are you not allowed to kill people anyway*?
"I was ordered not to", Lazarus replied, pulling the damaged tire off, and setting it on the ground.
*By whom*?
Lazarus sighed, "none of your business ghost".
*Ouch that really hurts* Wolfwood thought sarcastically.
"Since it seems to be Q&A time right now, why are we heading to December anyway?"
Wolfwood didn't answer, and Lazarus tightened down the bolts on the new tire. Finally after a long pause, Wolfwood's voice drifted through his mind.
*Vash is going to be in December*
Lazarus froze as the statement echoed through his brain. "How do you know that?" Lazarus thought darkly.
*A promise between friends, he'll go there eventually. I don't know when, but it might be your only chance to catch up to him*.
"If Vash is your friend, then why are you helping me?"
Wolfwood chuckled, *orders from above*.
Lazarus raised an eyebrow, and grabbed his duster, "orders from above?"
Wolfwood was silent as Lazarus threw the tools in the back seat, and got behind the wheel.
He turned the key, and shrugged as the engine roared to life, "man this planets weird".
Whistling an old earth song, Lazarus put the car in gear, and slammed the petal to the floor.
*What's that song? I think I've heard Vash hum that before*.
"Huh, oh just a little tune I heard before I left.."
*Left where*?
Lazarus sighed," home".
Wolfwood gave a frustrated growl, *damn you're a cryptic bastard*! Lazarus slammed on the brakes, "yeah! Well that's rich coming from a voice in MY head"!
As if his arm had a life of it's own, Lazarus's hand wrapped around his throat. "What the hell?"
*Either you tell me what I want to know, or may God have mercy on your soul*.
"Screw you", Lazarus gurgled, while trying to pry the hand off.
Lazarus's hand tightened around his throat, and he began to see stars, "alright, alright"!
The hand let go, and Lazarus moved it experimentally, *I knew you'd see things my way*.
*Now talk*, Wolfwood ordered, and Lazarus did.
End Intermission.
(Sorry about the lateness, but someone barrowed my Trigun episodes, and I use them to motivate me) Written by Lee.
Intermission
(Middle of nowhere, December area)
Lazarus grumbled, as he opened the trunk of his car, and sifted through the junk inside. The car had gotten a flat, and Lazarus hoped there was a spare. He let out a sigh of relief, as he found one under a pile of Eagle magazines.
Trash, and other assorted items fell out of the trunk, when Lazarus pulled the tire out. Lazarus wiped sweat from his brow, and took his poncho off, letting it drop to the ground. "Damn this heat", he said out loud. *Aw, you get used to it, * Wolfwood commented mentally.
Lazarus snorted, and rolled the tire over to the side of the car, "easy for you to say, you don't even feel the heat."
Wolfwood laughed, * yeah, that's true, but I was alive once, remember*?
"True", Lazarus propped the tire on the car, and began to feel under the seats for a tire iron. His hand felt cool steel, and he dragged the tire iron out from under the seat.
"Now all I need is a jack", Lazarus sighed, and looked in the trunk.
*Not very organized were they*?
Lazarus found a tire jack buried under a mess of rope, "no they weren't, and if I would have known about this earlier, I would have put a few bullets in them, just out of spite."
*I thought you weren't allowed to kill people*? Wolfwood asked, adding a mental smirk.
Lazarus looked puzzled, "how did." *I can hear your thoughts idiot*.
Growling Lazarus started to change the flat tire, "I am not allowed to terminate, but I can wound people".
*So why are you not allowed to kill people anyway*?
"I was ordered not to", Lazarus replied, pulling the damaged tire off, and setting it on the ground.
*By whom*?
Lazarus sighed, "none of your business ghost".
*Ouch that really hurts* Wolfwood thought sarcastically.
"Since it seems to be Q&A time right now, why are we heading to December anyway?"
Wolfwood didn't answer, and Lazarus tightened down the bolts on the new tire. Finally after a long pause, Wolfwood's voice drifted through his mind.
*Vash is going to be in December*
Lazarus froze as the statement echoed through his brain. "How do you know that?" Lazarus thought darkly.
*A promise between friends, he'll go there eventually. I don't know when, but it might be your only chance to catch up to him*.
"If Vash is your friend, then why are you helping me?"
Wolfwood chuckled, *orders from above*.
Lazarus raised an eyebrow, and grabbed his duster, "orders from above?"
Wolfwood was silent as Lazarus threw the tools in the back seat, and got behind the wheel.
He turned the key, and shrugged as the engine roared to life, "man this planets weird".
Whistling an old earth song, Lazarus put the car in gear, and slammed the petal to the floor.
*What's that song? I think I've heard Vash hum that before*.
"Huh, oh just a little tune I heard before I left.."
*Left where*?
Lazarus sighed," home".
Wolfwood gave a frustrated growl, *damn you're a cryptic bastard*! Lazarus slammed on the brakes, "yeah! Well that's rich coming from a voice in MY head"!
As if his arm had a life of it's own, Lazarus's hand wrapped around his throat. "What the hell?"
*Either you tell me what I want to know, or may God have mercy on your soul*.
"Screw you", Lazarus gurgled, while trying to pry the hand off.
Lazarus's hand tightened around his throat, and he began to see stars, "alright, alright"!
The hand let go, and Lazarus moved it experimentally, *I knew you'd see things my way*.
*Now talk*, Wolfwood ordered, and Lazarus did.
End Intermission.
(Sorry about the lateness, but someone barrowed my Trigun episodes, and I use them to motivate me) Written by Lee.