¡OVERGROWN!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN THE THREE GAMES. I WANT THE REVAMP OF THE FIRST COMING OUT. I HAVE THE ENTIRE SERIES. BUT UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES DO I OWN THE RIGHTS TO WA.
A/N: It's been fun rewriting this story as one for Wild Arms 3, too bad it's done. Well, here's just the epilogue that will close things. Nothing more than that. Thanks you all for your reviews.
Gallows sat near to the bed in the nearby doctor's home. In it was Thorn in a coma sleep. He just sat there really. Not doing anything more. The most he would do was look, but he hated that because it led to thinking about stuff he had not wanted to yet.
He finally sucks that up and stands. "Goodbye, Thorn."
And he leaves the room. The group was planning to leave soon and he had to pack.
It was Virginia that was making the group remain in town as it is. Gallows wanted to leave so maybe he could forget it all. Clive was wanting to go back home to his family. Jet was, he was just eager to get out of there. Virginia had decided that Jet needed more time, and so did Gallows with Thorn and knew Clive might have more looking into the background on everything that occurred. It was this one time that she actually acted wrong, but hey, no one mentioned that they really wanted to leave despite what she had said that morning.
That was what found Virginia in the Inn's kitchen. The owner was not around, but had offer the use of the kitchen while he was away. While Jet was sleeping in and Gallows was out as well as Clive she saw it a perfect time to get in there.
She slaved over the stove fixing up a good roast marinated with heal berries and when it was done, ran upstairs. She came to the door, and breathed in. She sighed and stood for a moment. Then she went to work making sure her outfit was pristine even though she had been at work in the kitchen. She fixed her hair a bit and finally went in the room. Jet was throwing a ball against the wall.
"What do you want?" He asked annoyed she interrupted his count.
"Well, I thought that you'd be hungry since it is time for lunch." She places the food on the table by the window that Jet had put when he rearranged the room to play.
"Uh, what is that?" He poked at the roast in worry. What sort of foul beast did she kill? He hoped she did not say it was a cake or anything next. He was sure that it was at least meat.
"Huh?" She smiled sweetly while beginning to sneer inside.
He catches her hidden glare. "Oh, uh, I mean," He laughs if he can. He's trying to fake it, and it's not sounding all too good. He never laughed much. "Of course I know what it is. I was just joking."
She calms herself. "Look, I wasn't raised to cook. I was always more interested in my Arms and my father."
"It, at least looks, edible, somewhat." She taps him on the head with the butt of a fork.
"You have a way of giving bad compliments."
"Look, I'll eat it." He stares at it. "I'll eat it if,"
"If?"
"You,"
"I. What? If I what?"
"Never cook again."
And her slowly crescendo of happiness becomes a case of the crestfallen. "What?" She shouts.
"I, er," He looks to the fork and swipes it before he gets hit with the side he does not want touching him. He moves and scoops a piece of the meat and eats it. He smirks. Only due to the fact it tastes like a huge joke of a food item. Truthfully, he was waiting for her to look away to spit it out the window. She did for a moment and he did out the window. A shout of disgust from below. Poor Todd and his magnet-like afro that drew in all disgusting things from mouths as it passed windows.
"Did you hear something?" Virginia looks to Jet.
"Uh, my stomach."
She shoves the plate forward. "Then eat up. I'll be right back with a biscuit." She runs off for downstairs.
What should he do? Eat it? No, even the horse they ate on the way here tasted better. And that was all stringy and tough to eat. Garbage? She'd see it there. The window? His luck it would be another person. Eat it? No. Then he saw it. A small plant in the corner that was brought by the research staff in the ruins to the mayor a while back. No. It was a good idea, but Jet had wanted nothing to do with a plant for awhile. He looks to the food. Eat it? He did.
Guardians save him…
"Oh, Virginia," Todd and Maya came into the kitchen. Todd went to throwing some food in the trash. "We're going to be leaving. Thought we'd give you a heads-up."
"Right," Maya grinned. "Our truce is over now, so when you next meet Todd and the rest of the gang you'll be up to trouble."
"I'll look forward to it." Virginia smirks.
"Well, c'ya." Maya darts out and Todd follows. She looks to the trash. A piece of the meat she gave Jet. She broke the biscuit.
Clive stood on what was lefty of the ruins surveying the scene as Gallows walks up.
"What brings you here?" Clive wonders.
"I, needed to clear my head." Gallows admits.
"Listen, I'm going to look into this." Clive shows him a collection of files in folders. "These are the files that talk all about what he did. Botan."
"What are you going to do with them?"
"His research became misguided, but it started right. Maybe I can try to salvage some of it."
"Wouldn't you be just like him then?" Gallows sneered.
"No, I have something he didn't."
"What's that?" Gallows looked confused.
"I have friends. Family. Friends who, are like family." He fixes his glasses. "Besides, I hope to use this research along with what the antidote I made to find a way to, help Thorn."
Gallows stands at that and grasps the sniper's shoulders. "Really? If you need any help, I'm there."
"I would think so."
Gallows bear-hugs the man. "Thanks."
Clive wheezes. "No, problem."
The door opened. Jet was recovering from the meat, but was now scared to think about the biscuit. He waited too. The door took longer to open than he would have thought.
"Virginia?" He wonders.
She finally pokes her head in. "You, finished the meal?" She looks to the garbage. No food there. The plant. No food. Anywhere else in the room. None.
"Uh, yeah. It was, interesting." He felt it come up a bit.
She solemnly moves to the window and leans out trying to not look like she's looking. Nothing. "Really?"
"Ate every bit. Uh, so, no biscuit?" He felt joy for the first time in a long time.
"It, broke."
"What's wrong?" He was taken aback when he realized he actually asked her. He was only thinking it. He did not want to say it.
"I, did you really eat it?" She looks to him sadly.
"Every, bite."
"Then why did Todd throw a bite size into the kitchen garbage?"
"I, okay, not EVERY bite, but all the rest."
"So, did you really eat it all?"
"Yeah. Aside from the first bite I spat out onto Todd."
She does not believe him. Maybe he got rid of the food another way. "Where'd you hid it?"
"Where?"
"What did you do with the food? I know you didn't eat it."
"How, would you even know if I was lying?" He wonders.
"You're, not acting usual Jet so I can only guess you are."
Great. When he lies she believes him, and the truth is a lie. "I did eat it though."
"Just tell me where it is."
"What do I have to do to get you to
believe me?" He argues.
She stares at him. "Kiss me."
"What?" He looks to the window. How far was it to the ground? Could he make it? Probably at the right point and landing.
"If you ate it, you'd taste it." She stammered. She was ashamed of her bold side as well.
"Pheh." He turns away with folded arms. "Whatever, I don't need you to believe if I ate it or not." He argues. "I'm going to go get drunk or something."
"Wait," She grabs his wrist.
He looks away from her. "Let go."
"Don't tell Gallows or Clive."
"Like I ever say anything to them." He leaves the room and the door shuts.
"That was, so stupid of me." She admits as she sits on the bed.
The door slams back open. "Look here! I did eat that junk. It was horrible, but it still filled me up well." Jet berates. He leans over her. "I wouldn't mind it again if you got a bit better." He moves forward and takes her lips. Tastes way better than the meat.
Then he stepped back. She stared at him not recovering just yet from what just happened. "Okay, I guess it does taste bad."
"It was better on the second bite." Jet nonchalantly states. Too bad that's when it decided to be tasted by him again as he ran to the window and let go of the lunch. On Todd.
Jet stares at the man. He stares back as the bile runs down his chin and clouds his glasses. "I, forgot my sword." The afro-headed man replies coolly.
THE END