Beneath the stars Vash wept. Fresh blood, still warm covered his hands. Meryl looked up at him with icy eyes, her pale skin even whiter under the three moons. He picked up the woman he loved and moved her to her own separate grave just at the foot of the town monument, right beside Milly. He had not known the other townspeople, and gave them less formal or respectful burials, but he buried them just the same.
It had been one whole day. An entire day since Vash had crippled his brother and carried him into town. Why? Why did Vash think Knives would change? Just because he was injured.... It didn't slow him down when he killed any of them, all of them. Vash would never make that mistake again.
He looked to the first rising sun, the light of Hell burning in his eyes. He had been moved to this rage before, but never had it been coupled with this resolve. He would find Knives, and he would not hesitate to kill him.
Rem, you told me that it is wrong for anyone to kill another. That no one has the right to end lives, "But it is to the benefit of the world to kill Knives! If I let him escape he will recruit more demons to do his bidding. No doubt there are those that are eager to join the Gungho Guns." Vash began searching the city for any weapon he could use, regretting that he left both Angel Arms in the desert to be taken by anyone.
He returned to the town square after procuring a small handgun loaded with three bullets he found discarded in the saloon and gave his friends a final farewell. A small lamp burned and sputtered by the gate on the outer edge of town as he walked by. He upset it with his foot and walked along the road, cast in shadow by the firelight of the town.
Soon the sun overcast the blaze of the town, and Vash could finally concentrate on tracking Knives once again. He gasped with amazement as he noticed footprints in the dirt similar to his. He hadn't expected it to be this easy. But judging by the lack of detail in the track, and the width of the track, Knives must be having trouble walking straight on his feet. If he was injured enough, he may be easy to catch.
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What? Meryl and Milly DEAD!? Well, this is what I expected to happen anyway. If you don't like it, too bad! And yes, they will stay dead for the rest of their lives! Note: this chapter has been edited from it's original post.