The show down was already unfolding. Vash slowly slipped his hand under his
red trench coat, licking his lips and coating them with saliva as his blue
eyes suddenly gleamed a different color. Mary Anne watched as Vash's blue
hues flashed a demonic red. She let out a gasp of surprise before the orbs
of The Humanoid Typhoon returned to the color of the oceans. "I don't like
it when people die... infact, I hate it...." Vash said as he narrowed his
eyes at Mary Anne.
The girl pointed her large machete at Vash and screamed loud enough for everyone to hear, "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK ABOUT HATING DEATH! WERE YOU NOT THE SAME MAN THAT DESTROYED THE CITY OF JULY? True... after that blast, there was only one casualty, but I bet you enjoyed making those people homeless! I bet you enjoyed watching them suffer as they killed each other for food and water! You probably laughed when you saw fathers killing children over food! DIDN'T YOU! YOU DAMN DEMON!"
Murmurs arose behind them. Vash felt a bead of sweat drip down the side of his face. "No... That's not true...." he managed to choke out. Vash felt something wet slide down his cheek, only to discover it was a tear. "Then why did you do it Vash? Why did you destroy a whole city in mere seconds? Why? I want to know!" Mary Anne shoved her free hand into her trench coat, only to pull out several knives in a balled fist. "If you give me a good enough reason... I'd still kill you. My family died because of you... my friends... my loved one's...."
Vash wiped away his tears and shook his head toward Mary Anne. "I'm sorry... I don't remember my past... I can't remember what happened in July..." he lowered his gaze to the ground, unsure of what else to say. He really didn't remember anything that happened in July. After he woke up from the debris, his memory was blank. All he had were bits and pieces of the past. It wasn't even enough to live by sometimes...
"YOU SPEAK RUBBISH! You, the man who's killed thousands and maybe even more, telling me that you don't like it when people die?" the female screamed back as a reply. She then brought the hand with the many knives up to the brim of her hat, tapping it so she could hide her eyes. "Whatever.... it doesn't matter. You will die, and pay for your sins. The only reason these people died were because they were in my way of hunting you down..."
Vash suddenly glared at Mary Anne and she took a defensive stance. "That's no excuse to kill others! If you wanted to call me out, you could have just done so! You didn't have to create corpses to make me get out here!"
Mary Anne let out a low growl as she let the machete dance about her fingers, twirling it skillfully as an orb from under the hat eyed Vash. "You're a fool... You act like you're so innocent... but you created this demon in me ... you made me this way... you made me kill countless people just to get money and food to support myself. I've been training countless years for the day when I would finally find Vash the Stampede... to slaughter him." Vash opened his mouth to speak.
"What?"
"I became what you are... a killing machine... so I could find you."
"But I'm not a killing machine..."
"THE HELL YOU AREN'T! SHUT UP AND RECIEVE PUNISHMENT!"
"Mary Anne... you've got this all wrong...."
"SHUT UP! You're trying to trick me! Well guess what Vash! I haven't taken so many lives in vain! I did it to up my skills to match with yours and be as cold-hearted as you were when you ruined so many lives! I fought with the best and was honored to take their lives in order to become stronger!"
Vash's eyes started to water again. Had he really done this? Had he really created such a dark being? He couldn't remember anything that happened in the Lost City of July. His breathing became ragged. "No... Mary Anne... please... I know I didn't mean to kill anyone. I don't remember what happened, but I know that I didn't want to destroy anything or harm anyone..."
"Yeah, he's right! Mr. Vash would never harm a soul!" Millie's voice suddenly broke out from the crowd. The tall girl ran toward Vash holding a large device. It was her restraining gun. This weapon fired no bullets but a heavy metal cross that would knock down opponents and pin them to down. Millie stopped beside Vash and his eyes widened as he turned to scream at the insurance girl. "Millie! It's too dangerous! GET OUT OF HERE!"
Mary Anne's eyes lit up as she saw the perfect chance to attack. "YOU VALUE LIFE THAT MUCH, VASH? Well, what about this?!" Mary Anne flung six knives toward Millie and laughed as those sharp blades spiraled in the air, heading for the girls body. Vash gasped, leaping in front of Millie and drawing out his gun to fire six bullets at each of the blades. Each bullet slammed into each of the cutlery to either shatter them or send them flying off course.
"He actually tried to save her..." Mary Anne murmured under her breath as she narrowed her brows at Vash. Vash quickly flipped the gun open to fill the revolver with bullets once again. He then flicked his wrist to have the weapon clap shut. The long silver revolver was loaded and ready for action. "His gunship is amazing. But why hasn't he tried to shoot me yet." She began to wonder, suddenly feeling uneasy about killing him. She shook her head, damning herself for thinking something like that. "Can't have doubts... I'm here to make him pay."
"VASH! Be careful!" Meryl's voice came from the Ferris wheel. Vash turned to look at her and give her a smile. "Worried about me?" he chuckled. Millie's jaw dropped as she smacked Vash so that his face would turn to spot Mary Anne in front of him, Machete in hand, psychotic grin on her face. "That hurt!" he yelled at Millie as he watched Mary Anne's movements closely and prepared to evade.
The girl quickly slashed to her left, hoping to deal a heavy blow that would cut Vash's head off in one clean swipe. Vash let out a yelp as he jumped back to avoid the large, sharp weapon. In doing so, he had slammed against Millie, sending her stumbling toward the crowd until she finally fell on her bottom.
He did it intentionally, as he wanted Millie out of the way. He didn't want her to get hurt after all! He had leapt to the rear fast enough to avoid having his head chopped off, however the sleeve of his trench coat was grazed and as Vash landed, a large tear was visible on the upper half of the sleeve, revealing a light scar on his flesh. Some blood dripped out and hit the floor. Mary Anne let out an ear piercing battle cry as she lifted her machete up in the air and then swung it down toward Vash, ready to cut him in half.
The girl pointed her large machete at Vash and screamed loud enough for everyone to hear, "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK ABOUT HATING DEATH! WERE YOU NOT THE SAME MAN THAT DESTROYED THE CITY OF JULY? True... after that blast, there was only one casualty, but I bet you enjoyed making those people homeless! I bet you enjoyed watching them suffer as they killed each other for food and water! You probably laughed when you saw fathers killing children over food! DIDN'T YOU! YOU DAMN DEMON!"
Murmurs arose behind them. Vash felt a bead of sweat drip down the side of his face. "No... That's not true...." he managed to choke out. Vash felt something wet slide down his cheek, only to discover it was a tear. "Then why did you do it Vash? Why did you destroy a whole city in mere seconds? Why? I want to know!" Mary Anne shoved her free hand into her trench coat, only to pull out several knives in a balled fist. "If you give me a good enough reason... I'd still kill you. My family died because of you... my friends... my loved one's...."
Vash wiped away his tears and shook his head toward Mary Anne. "I'm sorry... I don't remember my past... I can't remember what happened in July..." he lowered his gaze to the ground, unsure of what else to say. He really didn't remember anything that happened in July. After he woke up from the debris, his memory was blank. All he had were bits and pieces of the past. It wasn't even enough to live by sometimes...
"YOU SPEAK RUBBISH! You, the man who's killed thousands and maybe even more, telling me that you don't like it when people die?" the female screamed back as a reply. She then brought the hand with the many knives up to the brim of her hat, tapping it so she could hide her eyes. "Whatever.... it doesn't matter. You will die, and pay for your sins. The only reason these people died were because they were in my way of hunting you down..."
Vash suddenly glared at Mary Anne and she took a defensive stance. "That's no excuse to kill others! If you wanted to call me out, you could have just done so! You didn't have to create corpses to make me get out here!"
Mary Anne let out a low growl as she let the machete dance about her fingers, twirling it skillfully as an orb from under the hat eyed Vash. "You're a fool... You act like you're so innocent... but you created this demon in me ... you made me this way... you made me kill countless people just to get money and food to support myself. I've been training countless years for the day when I would finally find Vash the Stampede... to slaughter him." Vash opened his mouth to speak.
"What?"
"I became what you are... a killing machine... so I could find you."
"But I'm not a killing machine..."
"THE HELL YOU AREN'T! SHUT UP AND RECIEVE PUNISHMENT!"
"Mary Anne... you've got this all wrong...."
"SHUT UP! You're trying to trick me! Well guess what Vash! I haven't taken so many lives in vain! I did it to up my skills to match with yours and be as cold-hearted as you were when you ruined so many lives! I fought with the best and was honored to take their lives in order to become stronger!"
Vash's eyes started to water again. Had he really done this? Had he really created such a dark being? He couldn't remember anything that happened in the Lost City of July. His breathing became ragged. "No... Mary Anne... please... I know I didn't mean to kill anyone. I don't remember what happened, but I know that I didn't want to destroy anything or harm anyone..."
"Yeah, he's right! Mr. Vash would never harm a soul!" Millie's voice suddenly broke out from the crowd. The tall girl ran toward Vash holding a large device. It was her restraining gun. This weapon fired no bullets but a heavy metal cross that would knock down opponents and pin them to down. Millie stopped beside Vash and his eyes widened as he turned to scream at the insurance girl. "Millie! It's too dangerous! GET OUT OF HERE!"
Mary Anne's eyes lit up as she saw the perfect chance to attack. "YOU VALUE LIFE THAT MUCH, VASH? Well, what about this?!" Mary Anne flung six knives toward Millie and laughed as those sharp blades spiraled in the air, heading for the girls body. Vash gasped, leaping in front of Millie and drawing out his gun to fire six bullets at each of the blades. Each bullet slammed into each of the cutlery to either shatter them or send them flying off course.
"He actually tried to save her..." Mary Anne murmured under her breath as she narrowed her brows at Vash. Vash quickly flipped the gun open to fill the revolver with bullets once again. He then flicked his wrist to have the weapon clap shut. The long silver revolver was loaded and ready for action. "His gunship is amazing. But why hasn't he tried to shoot me yet." She began to wonder, suddenly feeling uneasy about killing him. She shook her head, damning herself for thinking something like that. "Can't have doubts... I'm here to make him pay."
"VASH! Be careful!" Meryl's voice came from the Ferris wheel. Vash turned to look at her and give her a smile. "Worried about me?" he chuckled. Millie's jaw dropped as she smacked Vash so that his face would turn to spot Mary Anne in front of him, Machete in hand, psychotic grin on her face. "That hurt!" he yelled at Millie as he watched Mary Anne's movements closely and prepared to evade.
The girl quickly slashed to her left, hoping to deal a heavy blow that would cut Vash's head off in one clean swipe. Vash let out a yelp as he jumped back to avoid the large, sharp weapon. In doing so, he had slammed against Millie, sending her stumbling toward the crowd until she finally fell on her bottom.
He did it intentionally, as he wanted Millie out of the way. He didn't want her to get hurt after all! He had leapt to the rear fast enough to avoid having his head chopped off, however the sleeve of his trench coat was grazed and as Vash landed, a large tear was visible on the upper half of the sleeve, revealing a light scar on his flesh. Some blood dripped out and hit the floor. Mary Anne let out an ear piercing battle cry as she lifted her machete up in the air and then swung it down toward Vash, ready to cut him in half.