Chapter 2! Lookit me go! Yay! Go tall girl, it's ya birthday! We gonna party like it's ya birthday (which is 10-12)! I wanna know what you think! You reading this! Yes! You! If you don't review, your inbox will suddenly be filled with endless stupid and point-lacking chain letters threatening your love life and luck!
Child's Play
I'm too young to understand, so mommy please take my hand. Guide me, daddy, through the day. Help me, friends, to grow and play. I'm just a child, keep me safe and in the light. Hide me from my darkest frights. Help me grow to be like thee... The world is a scary thing, fillied with monsters, big and mean. They want to harm me, take me away. But you won't let them do that, no how, no way. Hold me, mommy, love me, daddy, cause existing is hard, and life is not child's play.... (written by: TheCat me!)
Knives sat across the table from the black haired human known as Meryl. They glared at each other as the ate. Milly was going on, talking to a less than caring Knives.
"I said, 'Nice to see you up, Mr. Knives!'" Milly shouted, getting irritated. Knives grunted and poked at his pancakes.
"He says, 'Why, thank you, ma'am. You sure are looking fine today!'" Vash said, after glaring at his brother.
"Yeah... what he said..." Knives shrugged. Meryl growled and shoved pancake in her mouth before downing her orange juice. She stood up, her eyes closed, and stomped out of the kitchen. She said nothing. Soon, the sound of furious typing was heard.
"Don't burn up the typewriter, ma'am!" Milly said, running after her co-worker.
"Um... all right then... we'll just, uh... clean up here..." Vash said to no one as he took the girls' plates and headed to the sink.
"I take it they don't like me..." Knives concluded. He lounged in his chair, sipping his juice.
"Well, considering the fact that everything that has happened has some how been related to you and you caused their work place so much money..." Vash began scrubbing a bowl used to make the batter. He looked up to the ceiling. "No, I don't think they like you at all."
"So, when do I get my gun back?" Knives asked, looking at Vash's side and seeing both guns.
"When I decide that you really have changed your ways and are fighting the good fight." Vash shrugged.
"And how do I prove my self to you?"
"Um... I don't know... you just will," Vash smiled slyly. He heard his brother sigh. Vash finished the dishes, then arranged the guns at his side so that his coat was hiding them. It wouldn't be very good for the town kids to see their favorite guy and role model slinging around lead, now would it, Vash thought.
He looked back and saw Knives looking out the window. Never seen him so anxious to do anything... he must have really changed if he wants to go play with the kids...
"Come on, bro!" Vash said, opening the door and walking out. Knives followed him. Suddenly, children were rushing towards them, yelling and screaming. Vash smiled and ran towards them, too. He was suddenly engulfed by the children who jumped on him and knocked him to the ground. They were laughing together and rolling around. Knives stood back and raised an eyebrow. When the kids got off and allowed Vash to stand up, they grabbed his hands and pulled him towards the fountain in the middle of the town.
"A new friend, huh?" he asked as they drug him along.
"Yeah. We met her this morning, but she don't talk much and she hasn't told us her name, yet. We just think she's a girl cause she don't play like us boys do!" a brown haired child said, hitting his chest.
"Well, we'll just have to bribe her with a little bit of ice cream and donuts, right?" Vash asked, smiling. The kids cheered. Knives glared slightly.
'Did you want to talk to me, sir?' Staccato asked.
'Yes, change your wardrobe. He knows that suit. We don't want to give it away that quickly... and try talking instead of thinking. He'll catch on if your lips don't move.'
"Uh, hi there!" Vash said, sitting beside the red haired kid who sat on the bench and stared at the waterless fountain.
"...He... llo..." she said, quietly. She kept her head down so Vash couldn't see her eyes. Her voice was slightly low for a girl. In his vision, she wore a blue shirt and baggy blue jeans.
"What's your name?" he asked. She turned her head away and saw the other kids looking at her expectantly.
'Think, Staccato... just come up with a random name!' Knives ordered.
"E...lizabeth..." Staccato turned back to Vash, still keeping her eyes down, for she had a mind power that if anyone looked into them, they could be thrown into a vegitable state. Legato had taught it to her, but died before he gave her lessons on how to control it.
"That's a pretty name..." said one of the younger boys.
"You want to, um... come get some ice cream with us?" Vash asked.
"Yes...?" She turned to Knives, who winked. "Yes, that would be... fun..." Staccato, alias Elizabeth, stood up and followed the children and Vash. She made sure to be the last kid to leave so she could stand near Knives.
'You're doing very well, so far. Keep up the act. Try to smile, you look like a mentally disturbed kid,' Knives put his hand on her shoulder. She glared at him. She never actually used emotional faces, but the feeling she gave others in their minds told them her mood.
'Oh, that's right... I forgot... you are a mentally disturbed kid...'
Once in the bar, Vash slammed his fist down on the counter. "Twelve ice creams and a dozen donuts for here!" he ordered.
The woman behind the bar turned to him and gave him an evil scowl that demanded manners from the broom headed outlaw.
"Please?" he asked.
"Coming right up," the woman glared one eye and then set about her work. The kids all sat together in one side of a booth against the window. Staccato sat on the opposite side. Her breath was knocked out of her when Vash took a running slide into her side. She looked at him and moved her arm that suddenly started to ache. She held it against her chest and rubbed her muscle.
"So, where are you from?" Vash asked, a question the other kids seemed to want to ask, but didn't know who should open their mouths first.
"Um...well...I travel with my teachers in this special kind of school, and we've been wandering so long, I can't remember where we began..." she explained, getting the talking thing down.
"So, you're not here alone, then!" a boy said, having to sit on his knees to be seen over the table.
"Not exactly..." she said as the bar tender brought the food ordered. Staccato watched the others woofing down their ice cream and donuts. She felt a weird feeling in her stomach as she looked at the sweets in front of her.
"Moo kgunna it fat?" Vash asked. If it wasn't for Staccato's physic abilities, she wouldn't have any idea what he just said.
"It's alright... Elizabeth... it won't kill you," Knives said, poking his own treat. Staccato looked down at it.
"I don't eat... sweets," Staccato said, pushing it away and looking down at her hands.
"What? You don't eat candy? Why not? Don't you like sugar?" the boys asked.
"No," she shook her head.
"It's okay, guys, she doesn't have to eat it if she doesn't want to. Besides, she's probably diabetic or something," Vash said, pulling over the uneaten ice cream and doing away with it.
"Well, at least you know how to play, right? Wanna go play tag?" a boy asked.
The other boys cheered and clapped. Staccato looked confused, then shook her head. The kids were silent as they stared at her. Vash stood up, giving a hurt look at Staccato, which she detected immediately and turned away from.
"Come on, guys... let's go... hmm... let's go ride the Thomas'!" He said. The boys cheered and ran out to find the horse like creatures.
"Wanna join?" Vash asked, holding his hand out to Staccato. She placed her hand in his and followed him.
"Wah!" one of the boys yelled as a rampaging Thomas tossed him off its back.
"Vash! We think you're gonna need to ride that one! He's wild!" a brown haired boy said.
"But we found one for Elizabeth! This one's calm and gentle!" said another. Staccato looked at the calm one, then looked at the snorting wild one. She walked towards the pen where the reckless Thomas stood, waiting to be ridden. She placed her hand on his head and mounted. He snorted once and walked out, calm as a spring wind. The boys looked at her with raised eye brows and shared looks.
Soon, they were all following Vash in the desert about an ile out of town.
"Yeehaw! Faster! Faster! Faster!" the boys yelled, trying to get their Thomas' to ride at a higher speed. Staccato looked down at the one she rode. It gave a sort of moo and ran, leaving the others behind. She sent out the feeling of superiority. The other Thomas', seeing their "leader" of the herd, followed at a slightly slower pace.
'Do me a favor, would you?' Knives thought to her. After a few moments, he smirked, then felt her smile in the back of his head.
A Thomas carrying the shortest, smallest boy jolted forward at breakneck speed. The boy bounced around on its back dangerously, as if to suddenly fall off and be trampled under foot.
"Ah! Help! Mommy!" the boy started to cry. Vash kicked his steed to make it run faster, but Knives' was faster. Vash came to a stop beside Staccato as his brother raced off ahead. Knives held up his hand, showing the gleam of sunlight against black metal. Vash blinked and looked at his side. His coat was moved slightly, and there was now only one gun.
"You sneaky bastard, you..." Vash smiled and chided. He then turned to Staccato. "To think, that one of all of them to become rabid and run off... I'd think yours would be the one to do that, Liz..."
"You'd think..." Staccato turned her head to the side to keep Vash from seeing her eyes give off a glow... the same glow that consumed the ranging Thomas' eyes.
With a crack like thunder, the run-away Thomas fell to the sand, blood pouring out of a shot wound to the chest. Its tounge hung out of its mouth while its eyes stared forward in shock. Knives picked up the frightened boy and brought him back to the group. The boys cheered and clapped.
"Nice going, though you coulda done it with out letting the grim reaper in on it..." Vash shook his head.
"Whatever. Can I keep my gun, now?" Knives asked. Vash took it away.
"Nope!" he said, and put it back in it's hoister. Knives growled slightly, but sighed and turned his Thomas around for the town.
"We shouldn't risk that happening again. Come on, let's get these guys safe at home." Knives said. Vash agreed and called the boys to follow. He waited until they all passed him before he nudged his Thomas to go.
"Come on, Liz! Let's get!" he shouted over his shoulder. He stopped and looked back. She was leaning forward on her Thomas, holding her head. Vash rode over to her and put his hand on her back.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Uh... yes... I'm fine..." she affirmed, then clicked her tounge and forced her steed forward. Still an amature to her powers, Staccato would be affected if something happened to her victims while she had them under her control. Since the Thomas was killed before she could release its mind, she was struck with a powerful headache.
Staccato felt Vash's eyes bear down on her back as she rode. She paid no heed to it and just concentrated on blending in as a town kid.
End, chapter 2........
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