Chapter 3, homies... I know I said I would wait for votes on Love or Shove, but hey... when you're a writer, you don't take other's opinions... you just type 'till the keyboard catches fire and post it on FF.net! Yeah... even my brother likes this... or, he will when I get him to read it! (and this is the leader of fanfiction haters!) If you like this one and are also a fan of Inuyasha, go read: Screw the System. Big Bad Butt Kicking!
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. Keep me from my darkest frights and help me grow to be like thee... The world is a scary thing, filled 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!)
"Something about that girl freaks me out, Knives..." Vash complained, plopping on the couch. Knives shrugged. He personally didn't care. He went up to his room and laid down again. Knives closed his eyes and started to fall asleep.
The weightless rotating feeling that comes when one is half a step from sleep, when the night's dreams show their feet under the door of consciousness over flowed him. His body was still healing and required every ounce of fuel he had in his being.
Knives was jolted awake when he saw red eyes looking at him from under darker red hair.
"You just refuse to leave me alone, don't you?" he asked. The dream version of Staccato he saw floated before his sight, as if she were sitting on a bar stool with one leg over the other, holding her arm like a doll.
'I never leave anyone in the world alone...' she said, flexing her held hand. There was silence for a short time.
'Master Knives, why does Legato's arm hurt?' Staccato asked.
"Well, the arm isn't really Legato's. It was originally Vash's arm... until I blew it off and Legato picked it up. Why did you take it in the first place?" he asked her in return. She blew slightly out her nose and turned her head away.
"You don't know, do you? That's the same way your teacher was. Except... you surprised me today. He always was the one to consume the most sweets out of anyone I knew. You are so much like him. Why did you refuse that ice cream? I'm just curious," Knives asked.
'I told him... I don't eat...' she explained.
"You have to eat... the human body runs on carbohydrates and calories... the only way to get those is by eating daily," Knives said, shocked at her answer.
'You suddenly seem to care,' Staccato's thoughts had an air of defense and sarcasm.
"Believe it or not, I do. You're my last hope in defeating Vash... and all these worthless human scum that pollute this planet..." Knives said, standing up.
'Is that all I am to you? Your puppet?' Staccato's eyes began to give off a golden aura. Her thoughts darkened Knives' mind.
"Careful, m'dear... your emotion is showing..." Knives smirked. Staccato clenched her fists and stood. She slowly walked towards him, holding up her hand.
'Emotion?' Staccato asked. Her thoughts reverberated in Knives' skull. They were laced with poison, hate, and the feeling of betrayal.
'Oh, no, Master Knives... you have yet to see emotion! My emotion would throttle your mind, destroy your psyche, and disable you from the eye lids down... as long as you can even subconsciously send electronic messages to your heart to beat, you have not even seen a speck of emotion from me!' Staccato glared.
Frightened, Knives stepped back.
"N-not a step closer, now... I warn you!" Knives glared and held his fist up.
'As if there is anything you can do against me? You're half asleep... I am in your head... do you realize how easy it would be for me to just crush you here and now?' Staccato asked, squeezing her fist. Knives felt a sudden headache come on out of no where. He put his hands to his head and fell to his knees.
"I may be half asleep, but I'm also half awake... that gives me enough touch with reality to push a certain little switch that could easily end your life all together... remember that?" Knives asked, pulling a small silver tube out of his coat pocket. It had a small red blinking dot on one end and a dial on the other.
The darkness and suppression in his mind faded instantly. Staccato's thoughts were nothing but fear. She stepped away as he moved closer.
"Yes, you do, I see... you've had experience with this before... Legato had to put you in his strongest mind hold to keep you still enough for the other Gung-ho's to install a little small red dot in your head..." Knives walked in a circle around Staccato, a smirk ruling his features.
'They drilled through my skull... no pain reliever at all... just Legato... keeping me from moving... those vile humans shot that thing into my brain... the pain... uh! Oh, god!' Staccato grabbed her head as the memory of that bloody day filled her own mind and sent her crashing to her knees.
"Pain is life's best tutor... the dumbest animal can learn not to do something with a little pain here and there... seems to work on your kind, too," Knives said.
'The pain... the pain...' Staccato kept thinking.
"Pain? You haven't even felt pain yet, dear child...but, just for a little reminder," Knives turned the tube over and sought out the dial. He turned it three or four clicks and pressed the button on the other end.
Staccato was instantly in a fetal position on her side, screaming and rolling around, holding her head in her hands. Knives' mind filled with the child's painful feelings, tinting their surroundings a different variety of reds and blacks. Knives laughed evilly and approached Staccato.
"That little attachment in your brain is a highly explosive gadget that can go off if I set this dial to ten. You just experienced three, a smaller version of what the explosion would do to you. I from now on will have the dial at ten, incase you decide to defy me again. Maybe now you'll learn your place in life. Oh, and yes, you are my little puppet." Knives kicked Staccato in the side and stepped over her huddled form.
"Get up, Pinocchio, you've still got work to do," Knives ordered. Staccato panted and stood. She lost her balance and fell to one knee.
"Any questions, puppet?" he asked, just to taunt her.
'Just one... why do you want to kill your brother, anyway?' Staccato asked.
"Ah... a good question, child... I don't want to kill him... I just want him to realize how pathetic these human creatures are and that they need to be removed from existence." Knives explained.
'Why?' she asked, holding her arm.
"Simply because they are destroying the world. With a little work, this planet could become Eden- the perfect paradise. It was the dream of the humans when they first came to this planet. But, that all back fired on them, with a little help from me..." Knives said proudly, pacing an invisible line in front of Staccato.
"But that's all a long story to tell at a slumber party when the girls need a bed time tale to lull them to sleep..." he shrugged and walked off.
"Be gone, puppet... this master needs his rest..."
Staccato opened her eyes. She tilted her head up slightly. She sat on the bench facing the town fountain. The wild Thomas grunted at her side. She twitched her mouth corner down into a mean scowl that caused a few passerby's to go out of their way to avoid her.
'Puppet? Not me...' Staccato thought, taking the Thomas' reigns and pulling him along as she walked out of the town and headed for the nearest cave or what ever she could find where she could be alone and undiscovered.
'Maybe I once was a puppet... ruled by the fear of that tool he carries...but guess what? What he didn't realize...' Staccato reached into her pocket and pulled out the tube that could end her life so easily.
'He was indeed more than half asleep... it wasn't as hard as I first figured to get that string board and take it... if I must say, my acting skills have quite improved...'
Staccato found a small oasis with a tiny pool of fresh water and a few trees. She sat in the shade on the cool grass. The Thomas sipped the water as his rider levitated the controller in front of her eyes. She glared at it, hearing a few electrical snaps and mechanical whirs. The weapon crumbled like an old candy wrapper and fell to the ground.
'A puppet no more... my strings have been cut... now, I am free to wreck my revenge over my teacher's murderer as I see fit to do so... but just to keep Master Knives in suspense and falsehood... I'll play along...'
End chapter 3.............
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