Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. There. I said it. Can we get on with this? PLEAAASE?
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I Have a Wanted Poster In My Pocket
Chapter One: Strange Man
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A young girl of about thirteen wandered across the barren wasteland of Gunsmoke.
"Why must I travel across this godforsaken piece of crap?"
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She stood in the rare shade of a large outcropping of rock riddled with cracks and lines of age.
"Is this what my life is? A large worn rock that is buring with fury outside but without emotion on the inside?"
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Andrea's face was suddenly tickled with her hair that was blown by a soft breeze. A bit of sand caught in her throat and she began to cough.
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"Oh...damn...this really..sucks..." a sudden pain wracked her body and leaning against the huge rock, slid down it and buckled her knees to her chest, rocking slowly back and forth in immense pain.
She wanted to, but Andrea could not cry out. She felt as though opoun opening her mouth, all of her insides would spill out and the whole process would painfully take her life. She wanted to die, but not like that. No way.
The pain grew so much however, that her body suddenly shut down completely. Andrea lay completely silent underneath the shade of the rock, covered by a single thin cloth that had been blown by the now harsh wind over her still body.
As the typhoon raged on, her body was covered in sand. It was likely that if she was still alive, she would not remain so for much longer.
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About a day later, all that could be seen of her was her head, which had been buried for only a short time and then uncovered again by the winds that not so long ago, almost took her life if she had been buried for too long.
Andrea awoke to the twin suns being blocked out by what looked like the shape of a man. She squinted. The rock was no longer shady on this side. A rough hand gently dug the sands as best as possible to help in the process of freeing Andrea.
Once enough of the shifting sands had been cleared, the man carefully pulled her out. He slowly put her over his shoulder and layed the cloth over them both to prevent sunburn. Andrea lifted her head.
"Where?"
"Sshhh..its ok. You'll get cold water and new clothes and a good home soon, don't worry."
The man began to sing a lullaby.
Funny as the whole situation was, Andrea calmed down and relaxed with the rythmic step of the man's walk.
"Is this how father and daughter were?" a quick and quiet thought flickered across Andrea's mind, but slowly fluttered away with the presence of a life-healing sleep, which quickly hooded her eyes and let her truly relax in the man's arms.
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A/N: Well. There. My first Trigun fic. Hope you like. ^^ *puts on her flame-proof suit* BRING IT ON FLAME THROWERS, BRING-IT-ON!! 8D Please review!! Tankiez.
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I Have a Wanted Poster In My Pocket
Chapter One: Strange Man
**************
A young girl of about thirteen wandered across the barren wasteland of Gunsmoke.
"Why must I travel across this godforsaken piece of crap?"
~~~~~
She stood in the rare shade of a large outcropping of rock riddled with cracks and lines of age.
"Is this what my life is? A large worn rock that is buring with fury outside but without emotion on the inside?"
~~~~~
Andrea's face was suddenly tickled with her hair that was blown by a soft breeze. A bit of sand caught in her throat and she began to cough.
~~~~~
"Oh...damn...this really..sucks..." a sudden pain wracked her body and leaning against the huge rock, slid down it and buckled her knees to her chest, rocking slowly back and forth in immense pain.
She wanted to, but Andrea could not cry out. She felt as though opoun opening her mouth, all of her insides would spill out and the whole process would painfully take her life. She wanted to die, but not like that. No way.
The pain grew so much however, that her body suddenly shut down completely. Andrea lay completely silent underneath the shade of the rock, covered by a single thin cloth that had been blown by the now harsh wind over her still body.
As the typhoon raged on, her body was covered in sand. It was likely that if she was still alive, she would not remain so for much longer.
~~~~~
About a day later, all that could be seen of her was her head, which had been buried for only a short time and then uncovered again by the winds that not so long ago, almost took her life if she had been buried for too long.
Andrea awoke to the twin suns being blocked out by what looked like the shape of a man. She squinted. The rock was no longer shady on this side. A rough hand gently dug the sands as best as possible to help in the process of freeing Andrea.
Once enough of the shifting sands had been cleared, the man carefully pulled her out. He slowly put her over his shoulder and layed the cloth over them both to prevent sunburn. Andrea lifted her head.
"Where?"
"Sshhh..its ok. You'll get cold water and new clothes and a good home soon, don't worry."
The man began to sing a lullaby.
Funny as the whole situation was, Andrea calmed down and relaxed with the rythmic step of the man's walk.
"Is this how father and daughter were?" a quick and quiet thought flickered across Andrea's mind, but slowly fluttered away with the presence of a life-healing sleep, which quickly hooded her eyes and let her truly relax in the man's arms.
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A/N: Well. There. My first Trigun fic. Hope you like. ^^ *puts on her flame-proof suit* BRING IT ON FLAME THROWERS, BRING-IT-ON!! 8D Please review!! Tankiez.