This may possibly be the last chapter I have for ya'll... I don't know... I'm going to try to get another one up before I leave my internet source, but until then, ya'll'll be sorta new chapterless... Number 9, though, in only a week! Wow, I'm good! I got one new reviewer! Welcome to the group, buddy! Ain't this the most spiffin' fic you dun ever read? Yes, I'm Texan, proud to be! Red neck all the way, baby! But I don't talk like that all the time... don't worry... it's temporarily come and go!
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.(written by: TheCat that's me!
"Elizabeth, let's go!" Milly called, shaking Staccato gently. The phsycic covered her eyes with her hand before sitting up and opening her orbs. She looked around. Morning already.
"We let you sleep in past breakfast because we knew you wouldn't eat anyways, but now we gotta get on the road," Meryl said, leaning on the door frame.
"Right..." Staccato sighed, standing and following them outside. "Where are Mr. Vash and Mr. Knives?"
"Outside town waiting for us," Meryl said, glaring at a gang of teenage boys who laughed in a sinister way at them.
"They're scaring me!" Milly whispered.
"Just ignore them, and keep walking," Meryl replied and cleared her throat. A slight clink of metal on metal was heard. Staccato glanced over and saw a little sunlight reflecting off the blade of a knife. She turned to face forward and continued walking, on her guard as to what these boys were planning.
"They're following us!" Meryl finally started to sound frightened as she looked behind her and saw the gang ensuing them, even out of the town.
Where are the boys? Milly wondered.
"Hey, sweet cheeks!" One of the boys laughed, coming up behind Meryl and grabbing her butt.
"Excuse you!" Meryl shouted, turning around and slapping at him. She missed only because he laughed and stepped back, putting his arm up.
"You're cute, wanna go out?" Another asked, leaning on Milly's shoulder. The taller woman whimpered and closed her eyes.
Several of the boys whistled and called as they formed a circle around Staccato. One of them walked up and grabbed her around the shoulders, putting his hand on her chest.
"Come with me, sexy, and we'll speak of love," he said slowly. Another of the boys on the side lines growled while the others burst out into laughter.
"Why don't we speak of other things?" Staccato asked.
"Like what, sweetie?" He asked.
"Like personal space... get your worthless bag of flesh out of it," she ordered, looking up at him to where slits of her eyes could be seen through her hair.
"Yo, guys! She wants me to leave her alone! Should I?" he asked. The others all shook their heads. "Okay then. Sorry, girlie. You're stuck with me!" he smirked.
'Wrong answer,' she glared at him. He gasped as an icy feeling zipped through his thoughts. He motioned to the others to run. They did and he tried to follow, but started screaming as he was lifted off the ground by an unseen source. He was turned around to face Staccato. She held her hand up to him.
'When some one says leave them alone, they usually mean to leave them alone!' she ordered, then threw her hand towards the ground, causing him to be slammed forcefully against the sand. He groaned as she stepped on him as she passed, going after the other boys. Meryl's and Milly's tormenters turned and started to run, but were also stopped. One yelled as he felt as if his head would implode. He screamed and held his head and kicked his feet wildly.
'I'm sick and tired of all you men thinking you can order us women around like the dogs you think we are!' she glared, causing the other one to scream as he suddenly burst into flame. After a while, they both dropped to the ground, dead.
Staccato glanced to the side and set her eyes on the rest of the group who had returned to help, but were too afraid to approach the red headed girl.
'Who's next? Huh? Come on... take a step forward... feeling lucky? Perhaps I'll go easy and only kill a few of you... perhaps not...'
"Elizabeth! Stop this!" Milly shouted, gaining courage to speak. Staccato paid no heed to her and paced in before the boys. Suddenly, she turned and pointed at one of them. He yelled and fell dead. The others gasped and tried to run. Staccato stopped them in their tracks and glared. They all grabbed their heads and fell to the ground, some rolling, some rocking, others stumbling about trying to escape the pain.
'Slowly... quick... slowly... quick... slowly... quick... slowly... quick...' Staccato thought, pointing at random boys. The ones who were pointed at during the 'quick' suddenly stopped moving and screamed no more, dead.
"Elizabeth!" Milly and Meryl shouted. The bravest of the boys stood outside to the left. He held up his gun pointed at the girl killing off his team mates.
"Die!" the boy shouted, pulling the trigger.
Staccato looked over when she heard the thunder like sound. She gasped as a mass of sparks appeared in her face. The screaming stopped as she turned her attention away from the gang members and down to the ground where there rested two bullets... one colliding with the other to the side, causing them to cancel each other out.
She stared in disbelief at them, then suddenly fell beside them, holding her head and crying out in pain.
"Vash! Knives!" Milly shouted, gratefull that some one had stopped Staccato.
"Run! Now! Go while you have the chance! And don't ever do anything like that again!" Meryl yelled at the boys. They all nodded and ran off screaming, a few calling for their mothers.
Vash rushed to Staccato, who was recovering from the shock of her implanted explosive. Knives sighed.
'Believe it or not, that one was not something I had wanted to do,'
Staccato gasped a few times and swallowed air. She started gasping again until she felt Vash's hand on her side. She coughed and stood up with his help. She threw her arms around him and felt him embrace her also. She cried into his jacket.
Vash looked around at all the dead bodies. A pained look rushed across his face. He glanced down at a head of blood red.
"Did... did you do all this? Staccato?" he asked. She nodded and hugged him tighter. He glared slightly and sighed, turning his vision to the side. He knelt down and cradled her head with his hand into his shoulder.
'I'm sorry... I... I couldn't help it... I lost control...'
'No kidding,' Vash agreed, seeing the burned body of the boy.
'They wouldn't leave us alone...I only meant to barely hurt one, but I slipped and couldn't control myself anymore... my powers got out of hand and corrupted me...'
'I understand...' Vash said, hugging her closer and feeling tears fall from his eyes. 'Don't worry, I understand completely...'
I don't have the heart to tell her... lost control is exactly how her mentor died...
"This is all going to get blamed on you, again..." Meryl sighed, nudging Vash with her elbow. He had one hand on Staccato's shoulder, holding her close as they walked through the desert.
"Oh, well... It's all right, though. I'm used to taking the blame for stuff I didn't do," he shrugged.
'Staccato...' Knives called.
'...What?' she responed, her thoughts heavy with guilt and depression.
'That burned body... did you do that, too?' Knives asked. He received an affirmative answer, then shivered. If she could do that when slightly agrivated, what could she do if she actually lost her temper when dealing with him... or his brother?
Catastrophic meltdown... Armageddon... end of the world?
"You should have told us you had special powers!" Milly spoke to Staccato, but wasn't sure if the juvenile was listening or not.
"Really. We would have believed you, we have seen worse," Meryl tried to give her input, but yet again, Staccato showed no signs of interest. They kept talking to her, trying to have a conversation with her, but all attempts ended as one way consultations.
"Incase you haven't figured it out yet, I don't care..." Staccato said, shrugging off Vash's arm around her shoulders and walking past the group who stopped in surprise.
'You can be mad, but you can not be rude!' Knives glared.
'Yet again, I don't care,' Staccato sighed,
'You'd better start caring,' Knives warned. 'Or are you mad that your little plan to grow closer to Vash has back fired because your beloved teacher was never around long enough to teach you a little bit of self con- friggin-trol?'
Staccato stopped dead in her tracks. She turned and marched back to him. Standing on her toes, she pulled him down to be eye level. Her head was raised high enough to glare him in the eyes with out sending him into a salad state.
"I am in no mood what so ever to deal with you right now, Master Knives. Not in any mood at all..." she practically hissed. She pushed his coat away and kept walking. Vash looked at her, then looked at his brother who returned the gaze.
"Maybe she's hitting puberty?" Milly asked in a whisper as the group followed Staccato on her way to December.
"She can't. Her last physical check up said that she'd never hit it and she'd never have kids because her body was so screwed up when she was shot as a child," Knives sighed.
"How do you know that?" Meryl asked. Knives blinked, then sighed.
"No clue," he looked to the sky and kept walking with his arms behind his head.
"Well, she's a troubled child, coming from a very twisted and sick past." Vash said, also watching the sky.
"Twisted and sick past, huh?" Knives asked, glaring at Vash. Vash blinked and smiled nervously.
"Um... bad... word choice and... lack of adjectives?" Vash laughed apprehensively. Knives growled slightly and ignored him.
"And what would you know about her past?" Meryl asked, stepping in front of the twins. They both stopped.
"Long, long story... it would take time out of your hectic schedule and delay our trip even more. Let's just keep going and you can guess how we know," Knives said, pushing her aside.
"No! I want to know, because if you did anything to hurt her, I'll personally let Vash teach you a lesson!" She said, wagging her finger in his face.
"What?!" Vash shouted, though unheard.
"What do you care?" Knives shouted at Meryl.
"I care because she's a little girl and it's not right for men to know how little girls grew up! Especially when they're not related to her!" Meryl shouted back.
'Are you guys coming or not?' Staccato looked back and asked. The shouting stopped and they all looked at her. They continue their traveling, the silence broken only by Knives' and Meryl's arguing.
"Would you two please cut it out? You're giving me a headache!" Vash complained.
"He started it!" Meryl grumbled.
"But being a woman, you have the genetic, gender based ability to end the argument with the same conclusion every time- you're right," Vash said.
"Are you saying that all women do that? Demand that their spouses are wrong?" Meryl asked. Vash shook his head furiously.
"That's kinda what it sounded like to me!" Milly said. Vash jumped slightly and groaned.
"I'll have you know! Not every woman is like that, and I am one of those women! Uh, who aren't! You have that idea that you're right about us girls, but you don't! You're wrong!" Meryl shouted.
"Let's go, people!" Knives called.
"Hey... where's Elizabeth?" Milly asked, looking into the distance.
"Uh-oh..." Vash said, looking out and not seeing anyone or anything.
'Staccato!' Knives thought. He received no answer.
"Staccato!" Knives shouted, but still, there was only silence. He looked at Vash, who looked at him back. They took off running into the distance, calling her. Milly and Meryl went after them, also calling and looking around franticly.
Staccato groaned and opened her eyes. She looked around... and gasped. She was in a dark room some where. When she tried to move her arms and legs, she couldn't. They were tied together!
She started to hyperventilate. Where was she? Who brought her here? What was she doing here and what did they want from her?
Backing up against a wall in fear, Staccato began calling out for anyone who could hear her. She began searching for brain waves, but found none... nothing living was in this building. That was the only explanation for it.
'Master Knives! Vash! Meryl and Milly!' she began to cry, but she couldn't catch their thoughts... either they were ignoring her, they were out of her three ile maximum. Or... she didn't want to think about it, but it came to her mind anyways...
In her mind, Staccato saw two bodies, one bigger than the other. They were lying face down on the ground... one with long brown hair, the other with short black hair. Two others lay to the side... they looked a lot alike... one wore a red coat... they were all dead...
Staccato shook as she brought her knees up to her chest as best she could. She laid her face in her knees and closed her eyes... she hoped it was a choice of the matter between the earliest choices... and she prayed it wasn't the latter.
Master Legato... I need you now more that I've ever needed you before... even Master Knives would be a comfort at this point in time... I'm alone... I'm scared...
'Please... if anyone can hear me... just say so! Please!' She thought feebly, lying on her side in a corner some where remote where she didn't know existed. Her thoughts weighed on her mind heavy with sadness, fear, and desperation.
"Staccato...poor child..." a voice said. Staccato felt a cold breath upon her bare elbows. She thought as though she was hallucinating, so paid no attention to it. Only when her thoughts cleared her mind completely and her tears stopped suddenly did she begin to think she wasn't alone...
End, Chapter 9
So how was nine? Mighty Fine? Lol. I rhyme all the time! Can't stop even when I drop! Don't Ya love it, or should I shove it?
Anyhow... I have this wild Idea for chapter 10... ya'll might loose interest in this story if I actually write it, but then again... you've already been drug into my trap, the next chapter may close the door...
If I don't update for a while... forgive me... just in case I don't... Buh-bye!