Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun or any of the characters of Trigun...the only people I own are my own characters.
A/N: This chapter is about Wolfwood (yayy Wolfwood!), so without further a do, here is chapter 27!!!
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Wolfwood turned the key in the lock and opened the door to his quiet home, stepping inside and tossing his suitcase against the wall. He closed the door and turned on the lights, breathing in the sweet aroma the house always had. It was good to be back in the peace and quiet. He loved Veronica dearly, but the mayhem that now filled her house became too much for him to handle. He would finally be able to relax and take his mind off of everything in the world. Damn it was good to be home.
Wolfwood kicked off his shoes and relaxed in his recliner, only to be disturbed by a knock on the door. He grunted and shuffled to the door, slowly opening it to the person who had disrupted his peace. He blinked his eyes against the sunlight and saw a tall cloaked figure standing on the porch.
"May I help you?" asked Wolfwood cautiously.
"Nicholas D. Wolfwood I presume?" asked the cloaked figure. Wolfwood couldn't figure out whether the person standing in front of him was male of female due to the muffled raspiness of the voice.
"Who wants to know?"
"Hm, don't be stupid Nicholas, just answer my question."
"Yes, I am Wolfwood. Who are you?"
"I'm the bearer of bad news."
"What do you mean?"
"You're friend, Vash the Stampede, is dead."
"Vash is dead?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so. He's with your wife now."
"How do you know about Millie?"
"I know more than you think I know Nicholas."
"Get the hell out of here."
"I'm afraid I can't do that Nicholas. I can't leave without something."
"What is that?"
"You."
The cloaked figure pulled a gun out from under the material that covered their face and body and pointed it at Wolfwood. Wolfwood froze as sweat poured down his face and hit the hot wood of the porch underneath him.
"Get your cross punisher," said the figure.
"How do you know about that?" asked Wolfwood.
"Don't ask questions and do as I say. Get the damned thing."
Wolfwood turned and opened the closet next to the front door, pulling his cross punisher from behind some coats that were hanging inside and standing it next to him.
"Why did you do it?" he asked.
"Do what?"
"Why did you kill my wife?"
"She got in my way one day and I killed her, well, first I took her to the desert and then I killed the bitch."
"There has to be more to it than that."
"I'll tell you why you damned fool. I remember the day that she came home with you, claiming that she was in love. I was older than her, she referred to me as her big middle sister even though we weren't really sisters, and I knew what I wanted when I saw it, you.
"I tried everything in my power, you know, love letters, candy, flowers, but you never looked my way. You always looked at her. I went insane and tried to kill my foster father, but I was unsuccessful and he kicked me out of the house and I was hell bent on revenge."
"I remember you. You're..."
"Lorelei Baroque at your service."
Lorelei pulled down the hood that covered her face and revealed herself to Wolfwood. She was quite attractive really, with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, eyes that seemed to stare straight through you.
"Today's the day you die," she said, still pointing the gun at Wolfwood.
"What have I done to you?"
"Don't fucking play stupid you asshole. Shut up and get in the damned car."
Lorelei pulled Wolfwood by the collar of his shirt and dragged him across the sand and threw him in the car, retreating to the house to get the cross punisher. Wolfwood sat up and tried to open the car door, but he was knocked unconscious by another person riding in the car.
He fell into a dark abyss, a place of nothingness.
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Wolfwood opened his eyes and strained against the darkness, slowly realizing that he was standing, but something was wrong. He tried to pull his arms down to his side, but he immediately realized that he was shackled to the ceiling. He could feel that Lorelei was close by and felt that she was making sure that the chains were secure.
She looked at Wolfwood and smiled an evil smile.
"What have you done to me?" asked Wolfwood.
"Simple really," she replied. "You're shackled to the ceiling for a slow and agonizing death, asphyxiation I think they call it?"
Lorelei laughed her evil laugh and turned her attention to something in the corner of the cell behind Wolfwood, a bigger smile spreading across her face.
"Sleeping Vash?" she asked, walking behind Wolfwood to the man curled up in a ball in the corner of the cell. She kicked him in the side, but he remained motionless. She began to laugh again, this time filled with satisfaction. She walked back to Wolfwood and rubbed her hand along his face.
"You're friend really is dead Wolfwood," she cooed.
"You told me that earlier."
"Let me explain something to you. The man they found was claimed to be Vash the Stampede, when, in reality, Vash was in here slowly dying."
"You mean to tell me that you kidnapped Vash, brought him here, placed a look alike in the desert, and made everyone think that he was dead?"
"Exactly."
"So, wait, did you do the same to...?"
"Yes, I did the same to your wife."
"You're an evil malicious bitch!"
"I must be going now, but before I leave, I would like to leave you with a present."
Lorelei pulled a key out of her pocket and dropped it on the ground, smiling at Wolfwood and laughing again.
"That is the key to your freedom from these shackles," she said. "Oh, and by the way, your cross punisher is in the cell across from you, but you won't be needing it. I'll be back soon to make sure you're dead." Lorelei opened the cell and walked out, leaving Wolfwood alone in the darkness of the cell.
Wolfwood struggled to loosen the chains and possibly free them from the ceiling, but he was unsuccessful. All the while, he thought about death and how it had consumed two of the closest people to him. He began to cry uncontrollably and progressively grew louder. He figured that no one could hear him, so he began to curse Lorelei's name and damn her to Hell. All hope of survival was lost and he gave up on life.
Nicholas D. Wolfwood had lost his will to live.
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"Wolfwood?" cried Vash. "Where are you? Why are you crying?"
Vash was jolted out of his sleep by screams of agony and tears of pain. He looked around him and tried to stand up, grabbing his back and trying to soothe a searing pain that had just shot up his back. He thought he had felt someone kick him hard in the back.
He pushed himself up off of the ground and turned around, seeing a dark figure in the cell with him. He approached the figure carefully, reaching for his gun and realizing it wasn't there. When he was face to face with the figure, he realized who it was immediately and leaped with excitement.
"Wolfwood?" he asked calmly.
Wolfwood opened his eyes and saw Vash standing in front of him. His eyes widened as he examined the blonde gunman who was, just a few minutes ago, pronounced dead.
"Vash?" he asked.
"I heard you crying in my dreams," said Vash. "I was worried about you. Who brought you here?"
"Lorelei Baroque brought me here. She came to my house, told me that you were dead, threw me into a car, someone knocked me out, and here I am."
"People think that I'm dead?"
"That's what she told me needle noggin. She did the same to you as she did to Millie from what she told me. She thinks that you really are dead now, seeing as you didn't respond when she kicked you."
"Damn, no wonder my back hurts. Hey, preacher man, how can I free you?"
"She left the key in here. It's somewhere by my feet."
Vash dropped to the ground and began feeling around for the key, successfully finding it and returning to his full height and freeing his friend. Wolfwood rubbed his wrists vigorously as he sat on the cold ground next to his friend.
"What do we do now?" asked Wolfwood, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting up.
"I don't know," answered Vash.
"The bitch locked my cross punisher in the cell across from me. If we could find a way out of here..."
"I'll get you two out," said a familiar voice from the cell across from them.
Wolfwood froze and allowed his cigarette to drop to the ground as the person across the cell fired a weapon and opened the cell door. The thing that was fired looked strangely like one of the crosses from Millie's stun gun.
Millie, is that really you? Are you really...alive?
A/N: Well how do you like that? Millie isn't dead after all! Well, give me some feedback and tell me how you liked this chapter. Personally, I think it came out very well, considering that I've been so busy with other things right now.
Well, it's that time again, and you know what to do. Please review!!!
A/N: This chapter is about Wolfwood (yayy Wolfwood!), so without further a do, here is chapter 27!!!
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Wolfwood turned the key in the lock and opened the door to his quiet home, stepping inside and tossing his suitcase against the wall. He closed the door and turned on the lights, breathing in the sweet aroma the house always had. It was good to be back in the peace and quiet. He loved Veronica dearly, but the mayhem that now filled her house became too much for him to handle. He would finally be able to relax and take his mind off of everything in the world. Damn it was good to be home.
Wolfwood kicked off his shoes and relaxed in his recliner, only to be disturbed by a knock on the door. He grunted and shuffled to the door, slowly opening it to the person who had disrupted his peace. He blinked his eyes against the sunlight and saw a tall cloaked figure standing on the porch.
"May I help you?" asked Wolfwood cautiously.
"Nicholas D. Wolfwood I presume?" asked the cloaked figure. Wolfwood couldn't figure out whether the person standing in front of him was male of female due to the muffled raspiness of the voice.
"Who wants to know?"
"Hm, don't be stupid Nicholas, just answer my question."
"Yes, I am Wolfwood. Who are you?"
"I'm the bearer of bad news."
"What do you mean?"
"You're friend, Vash the Stampede, is dead."
"Vash is dead?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so. He's with your wife now."
"How do you know about Millie?"
"I know more than you think I know Nicholas."
"Get the hell out of here."
"I'm afraid I can't do that Nicholas. I can't leave without something."
"What is that?"
"You."
The cloaked figure pulled a gun out from under the material that covered their face and body and pointed it at Wolfwood. Wolfwood froze as sweat poured down his face and hit the hot wood of the porch underneath him.
"Get your cross punisher," said the figure.
"How do you know about that?" asked Wolfwood.
"Don't ask questions and do as I say. Get the damned thing."
Wolfwood turned and opened the closet next to the front door, pulling his cross punisher from behind some coats that were hanging inside and standing it next to him.
"Why did you do it?" he asked.
"Do what?"
"Why did you kill my wife?"
"She got in my way one day and I killed her, well, first I took her to the desert and then I killed the bitch."
"There has to be more to it than that."
"I'll tell you why you damned fool. I remember the day that she came home with you, claiming that she was in love. I was older than her, she referred to me as her big middle sister even though we weren't really sisters, and I knew what I wanted when I saw it, you.
"I tried everything in my power, you know, love letters, candy, flowers, but you never looked my way. You always looked at her. I went insane and tried to kill my foster father, but I was unsuccessful and he kicked me out of the house and I was hell bent on revenge."
"I remember you. You're..."
"Lorelei Baroque at your service."
Lorelei pulled down the hood that covered her face and revealed herself to Wolfwood. She was quite attractive really, with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, eyes that seemed to stare straight through you.
"Today's the day you die," she said, still pointing the gun at Wolfwood.
"What have I done to you?"
"Don't fucking play stupid you asshole. Shut up and get in the damned car."
Lorelei pulled Wolfwood by the collar of his shirt and dragged him across the sand and threw him in the car, retreating to the house to get the cross punisher. Wolfwood sat up and tried to open the car door, but he was knocked unconscious by another person riding in the car.
He fell into a dark abyss, a place of nothingness.
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Wolfwood opened his eyes and strained against the darkness, slowly realizing that he was standing, but something was wrong. He tried to pull his arms down to his side, but he immediately realized that he was shackled to the ceiling. He could feel that Lorelei was close by and felt that she was making sure that the chains were secure.
She looked at Wolfwood and smiled an evil smile.
"What have you done to me?" asked Wolfwood.
"Simple really," she replied. "You're shackled to the ceiling for a slow and agonizing death, asphyxiation I think they call it?"
Lorelei laughed her evil laugh and turned her attention to something in the corner of the cell behind Wolfwood, a bigger smile spreading across her face.
"Sleeping Vash?" she asked, walking behind Wolfwood to the man curled up in a ball in the corner of the cell. She kicked him in the side, but he remained motionless. She began to laugh again, this time filled with satisfaction. She walked back to Wolfwood and rubbed her hand along his face.
"You're friend really is dead Wolfwood," she cooed.
"You told me that earlier."
"Let me explain something to you. The man they found was claimed to be Vash the Stampede, when, in reality, Vash was in here slowly dying."
"You mean to tell me that you kidnapped Vash, brought him here, placed a look alike in the desert, and made everyone think that he was dead?"
"Exactly."
"So, wait, did you do the same to...?"
"Yes, I did the same to your wife."
"You're an evil malicious bitch!"
"I must be going now, but before I leave, I would like to leave you with a present."
Lorelei pulled a key out of her pocket and dropped it on the ground, smiling at Wolfwood and laughing again.
"That is the key to your freedom from these shackles," she said. "Oh, and by the way, your cross punisher is in the cell across from you, but you won't be needing it. I'll be back soon to make sure you're dead." Lorelei opened the cell and walked out, leaving Wolfwood alone in the darkness of the cell.
Wolfwood struggled to loosen the chains and possibly free them from the ceiling, but he was unsuccessful. All the while, he thought about death and how it had consumed two of the closest people to him. He began to cry uncontrollably and progressively grew louder. He figured that no one could hear him, so he began to curse Lorelei's name and damn her to Hell. All hope of survival was lost and he gave up on life.
Nicholas D. Wolfwood had lost his will to live.
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"Wolfwood?" cried Vash. "Where are you? Why are you crying?"
Vash was jolted out of his sleep by screams of agony and tears of pain. He looked around him and tried to stand up, grabbing his back and trying to soothe a searing pain that had just shot up his back. He thought he had felt someone kick him hard in the back.
He pushed himself up off of the ground and turned around, seeing a dark figure in the cell with him. He approached the figure carefully, reaching for his gun and realizing it wasn't there. When he was face to face with the figure, he realized who it was immediately and leaped with excitement.
"Wolfwood?" he asked calmly.
Wolfwood opened his eyes and saw Vash standing in front of him. His eyes widened as he examined the blonde gunman who was, just a few minutes ago, pronounced dead.
"Vash?" he asked.
"I heard you crying in my dreams," said Vash. "I was worried about you. Who brought you here?"
"Lorelei Baroque brought me here. She came to my house, told me that you were dead, threw me into a car, someone knocked me out, and here I am."
"People think that I'm dead?"
"That's what she told me needle noggin. She did the same to you as she did to Millie from what she told me. She thinks that you really are dead now, seeing as you didn't respond when she kicked you."
"Damn, no wonder my back hurts. Hey, preacher man, how can I free you?"
"She left the key in here. It's somewhere by my feet."
Vash dropped to the ground and began feeling around for the key, successfully finding it and returning to his full height and freeing his friend. Wolfwood rubbed his wrists vigorously as he sat on the cold ground next to his friend.
"What do we do now?" asked Wolfwood, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting up.
"I don't know," answered Vash.
"The bitch locked my cross punisher in the cell across from me. If we could find a way out of here..."
"I'll get you two out," said a familiar voice from the cell across from them.
Wolfwood froze and allowed his cigarette to drop to the ground as the person across the cell fired a weapon and opened the cell door. The thing that was fired looked strangely like one of the crosses from Millie's stun gun.
Millie, is that really you? Are you really...alive?
A/N: Well how do you like that? Millie isn't dead after all! Well, give me some feedback and tell me how you liked this chapter. Personally, I think it came out very well, considering that I've been so busy with other things right now.
Well, it's that time again, and you know what to do. Please review!!!