I'm so happy! I got X-2 at Wal-Mart today! With my own money- dun dun dun! Plus some cucumber seeds to grow in my garden for my fishie babies... yeah... they like their Veggies...
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Child's Play
Call me not a puppet... I am not of your control. You have no power over me, for human both are we. My strings are pulled by the same as you, we share equality. Lay not a command upon me, for it shall remain unheard. I will not obey I'll turn away and nullify thy orders. Don't pull my strings, you won't succeed in keeping me under control. I'll break away and your rule fray and you'll know that I am free. (again, written by me)
"Rise and shine, sleepy heads!" Vash's happy voice shouted out in a singsong. Knives glared at him as he raised his head."It's too early in the damn morning for your good mood!" Knives sighed and lay back down. He rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"Uppity up up up!" Vash said, running around the camp, shaking the girls. Meryl growled at him and rolled over again. Milly greeted him with a smile and a feminine yawn as she sat up and eventually got Meryl up.
"Lizzie! You up and feeling better?" he asked, shaking her shoulder. Staccato put her hand over her eyes as she sat up and looked around through her bangs. She nodded slightly and stood up.
"Man! Something stinks!" Meryl complained, holding her nose. The literally senseless Staccato turned towards the sand worm. She rose and walked over to it. Her fist laid gently on its hide fell through.
"It began decomposing over night..." Staccato explained. She pulled her hand back and looked at the juicy ooze and the string like liquids leading from her palm and fingers to the inside of the sand worm.
"Eww!" Milly yelped, putting her hand over her mouth. Staccato blinked and shook it off.
"That means our bags are..." Meryl started, then jumped up and ran to the sand worm's mouth, which they had used to store their luggage. Meryl peeled off a tooth and gagged. The bags were covered in decomposing membrane and flies.
"Not going to come with us?" Vash asked as if to finish her sentence. She nodded once and held her nose as she ran back to the fresh air.
"Now what?" Knives asked.
"We continue on foot?" Vash suggested.
"Or she could rope us another worm..." he tossed his head in Staccato's direction.
'That's right... you just keep thinking I'd do your bidding like a trained puppy,' she thought to her self as she watched him, then turned and looked at her arm.
"Nah... we're all health, young individuals! We can take it!" Milly said, beating her chest. Vash jumped up beside her.
"Yeah!" he agreed and did the same, but coughed and held his ribs. "Ow..." he squeaked.
"Idiot," Knives and Meryl monotoned at the same time.
"Let's have a little breakfast then be on our way!" Milly said, pulling some meal bars out of her pockets.
"You want to try to eat something?" Vash asked, looking at Staccato. She shook her head.
"I'm getting tired! When can we stop and rest? Are we there yet?"
"Shut up, Vash!" Meryl and Knives shouted over their shoulders at the complaining outlaw.
"Can you try a little patience? I mean, we've only been walking for a few minutes, Mr.Vash," Milly asked. "We can still see the sand worm from here,"
"But I'm tired! I stayed up all night to watch you guys' sleep. Now I want my turn!" He stomped his feet like a child.
'Make him shut up!' Knives shouted to Staccato.
"Besides, that little meal bar was too small to fill me up, and it doesn't give me enough energy!" Vash kept moaning.
'What ever you did didn't work!' Knives growled.
"Come on, let's take a five minute break! Please! Just five minutes!" Vash continued.
'Are you even paying attention to me?'
"Growl grunt groan complain complain rant!" Vash shouted with each footstep.
"Staccato!" Knives shouted. The group stopped and looked at him. Staccato, however, kept walking.
"Excuse me?" Vash asked, shocked.
"I-I-it means 'shut up' in a dead language," Knives lied and walked forward to catch up with Staccato. He tapped her shoulder. Staccato turned, only to have her head thrust away by a powerful punch by her boss.
"Knives! No! Bad!" Vash shouted angrily, rushing over and pulling his brother away from the smaller child.
'Couldn't you hear me talking to you?' Knives asked.
'Um... yeah... kind of didn't care, though...' Staccato looked at him and walked off. Milly ran up to Staccato and held her by the shoulders.
"Oh, my goodness! Are you all right? Let me see..." Milly tried to move the child's bangs, but she wouldn't hold still.
"Just let me take a look at you!" Milly grumbled.
"I don't know what's gotten into you or what gave you the idea that you had the right to hit that innocent child, but it had better leave and you had better quit right now before you get yourself into a mass of trouble!" Meryl said, wagging her finger in front of Knives' face.
"See? Unlike Mr.Meanie-bottom over there, I'm not going to hurt you..." Milly said, holding Staccato's hair back while she looked at the red mark that was beginning to bruise. Staccato found it uncomfortable to have to stare out of the corner of her eyes at the sand to keep this human from being thrown into a coma.
"Um, we'll be right back, girls!" Vash said, dragging his fighting brother off into the distance a ways.
"What is wrong with you?" Vash asked, grabbing Knives' gun away and slapping it near his own.
"Give me that!" Knives leapt towards Vash. He wasn't there! When Knives turned around, Vash was standing only a hair's breadth away.
"Now, with the way you're acting, you actually expect me to let you handle a powerful weapon such as those? Please, brother, use some common sense!" Vash flicked Knives' nose, sending him stumbling back wards.
"She's just an inferior human!"
"That gives you no right to hit her for doing nothing!"
"She was ignoring me!"
"Ignoring you? Personally, I don't remember you trying to get her attention..." Vash blinked and tapped his head with his finger.
Knives groaned. He was always telling Staccato to keep her abilities a secret, but now he was the one letting his brother in on it. Maybe it would be better if he just shut up right now? Nah!
"Humans are pathetic creatures that amount to nothing worthwhile! They only take up water and space and kill off our sisters, Vash!" Knives shouted, getting off topic.
"Sure, but there is something you should remember... the rooster may look fanciest, but it's the chicken that lays the egg... with out humans, you would be nothing..." Staccato said, walking up to the boys.
"You shut up!" Knives shouted at her.
"Mr.Vash, the others wish to see you," Staccato said, turning to him. Vash started to walk off with her, but Knives called her back.
"Go ahead, I'm sure I'll be okay..." she nodded to Vash, who sighed and walked off.
'Yes, Geppetto?' She asked, turning towards him.
"You ungrateful waste of flesh!" Knives growled, walking towards her with his hand raised past his head.
'Watch out, sir... your emotion is showing...' she said, quoting him from earlier.
"Watch yourself, Staccato, you're teetering on the edge of a painful death or a shorter than normal life!" He warned.
'You can't scare me anymore...' Staccato glared.
"Want to test that theory?" he asked.
'Believe me... there is nothing you can do, now...' she assured him and began to walk off.
"Oh, I beg to differ!" he shouted and closed his fist. She dropped to the ground, holding her head in her hands, her eyes wide with pain. Her voice was ripped from her throat in the sound of a scream. Knives walked up to her, tossing a replica of the weapon she thought she destroyed.
"I can't, can I?" he asked, chuckling evilly. He lifted her head by her hair and glared directly at her.
"Try all you want. But you are a human, and I am better than you. No matter what you think you can do against me, you can't. I see that Legato didn't drill that into your head while he was drilling that little explosive into place... I guess if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself," he said, dropping her to the ground and turning the dial to a higher level. He pressed the button and relished in her screams of agony and pain.
"Knives! What are you doing?" Vash yelled, running back to the scene. He saw Staccato down on the ground twisting and turning in pure hurt.
"Teaching her a lesson she'll never forget..." Knives explained. Slowly, Staccato's screams dwindled down into a mere whimper and choke.
"Oh? What's this? The chemical chamber of the explosive has lost all its juice? Well, darn... looks as though I'll have to resort to the explosive its self." Knives grinned and turned the activator upside down to access the dial. He blinked. Why was his throat aching all of a sudden?
With a sharp gasp, he was instantly dangling several feet off the ground, held by nothing of solidity.
"What the hell?" Vash asked, confused.
'How many more of those bloody things do you have?' Staccato asked, glaring at him with one eye showing clearly through her hair.
"As if I'd tell-"
'How many more do you have?' she demanded. She panted through her nose. The sky turned a dark, dark color. Sand storms started to form around them as the wind picked up, blowing Vash over onto the ground.
"Just this and... a few others... hidden... I don't even know where they are..." Knives said. The weather was wild around them, but the two were untouched by the brutal bullet like sand grains propelled by high winds. Vash held his arms up to shield his face.
'I doubt that lie...' Staccato glared her eye down to a small slit. Knives' head jerked back and he fell to the ground, only able to stare up at the black sky in horror as Staccato rushed through his mind, searching every corridor and crack and crevice to find any information on the weapons.
'Clever, plant...' she growled, letting him regain control of his body. 'You hid the locations well.' She glared and started to walk off. The winds calmed and the sand settled back. The sky brightened to as it was before.
Staccato stopped when she was greeted with her nose in the barrel of a silver .45 Colt Long.
"I don't know who you really are, or how you know my brother or what you just did, but I want to know. Now." Vash said, angry with both of them. Staccato moved away and walked around him.
Yet again, she stared down the top of the gun to the wielder.
"Now," Vash repeated. She sighed and clenched her fist.
End, Chapter 6.........
Wow... whatcha think? You should know by now what I'm going to ask. Right? Well, now we see a little bit of stress can go a long way... but Knives does seem a little OOC... Oh well! Great authors can cover that up lickety-split! Watchis this in the next chappie and I'll show you how! Hint: Legato may be out, but he isn't down! Whew! That was inspired by going ghost hunting with my aunt and hearing stories from her co-hunters. WFYL! (Write for ya later!)