DISCLAIMER: Don't own Trigun... Wish I owned Trigun.
Author: I hope this is believable. It's not like people are emailing or reviewing to give me pointers or anything. pout
"Ahhhhh!" Knives screamed.
He gripped his head and fell out of bed with a loud thud. Renee leapt over and cradled him against her as he spasmed with pain. The tears welled in her eyes as she saw his bandages soak with blood. The spasms were re-opening his wounds. The waves of pain kept coming, he jerked in her arms, until his angered screams became agonized cries for help. Stop, oh please stop! She cried inside. It wasn't supposed to last this long... The sister's said it would only bring temporary discomfort!
The sisters... Yes, those that raised her since the age of ten. She was special, she had... Abilities. Abilities that had alienated her to her own race and forced her to survive on her own. She had never known her parents, she only vaguely remembered wondering from town to town and begging for food. She could feel the pains of others, especially them. The pain, the pain was so intense. His pain, her pain, all the pain in this barren world. She had wandered until she found the sisters.
He finally calmed and laid limp in her arms. She opened her eyes and realized that she had been crying. She didn't bother to wipe her cheeks dry as she said, "Are you okay? Has the pain gone now?"
Knives stared at her, slack-jawed, and wide eyed. What had happened? Had she attacked him somehow or was it a side-effect from the helmet. She's crying... For me? Knives snapped back to a composed state and glared. That was no helmet that was HER! She attacked me!
In spite of the blood oozing from his wounds he stood, grabbing her wrists and bringing her up with him. It took a bare two steps to force her up against the wall. Her expression was calm for someone whose face was wet with tears. He growled, and fire burned in his eyes as he asked, "What did you do to me? HOW did you do it? I will have answers, and I will have them NOW!"
"I don't want to hurt you," She said sadly, "I have no choice. I was sent here for you, Knives. I was sent to teach you by the sisters. If you had just stayed out of my mind, or asked permission I could have-"
"PERMISSION?!" Knives yelled, "I do NOT need permission to invade the thoughts of slime! I am a SUPERIOR being! I have every right to use you, read you, and toss you aside when you are spent with the rest of your worthless species!"
"You're wrong," She said sternly, "No species is worthless. It goes against all the laws of biology. All species exist for a reason. Once they have exhausted that reason, they cease to be. It is the natural course of evolution."
Knives bared his weight against her. His grip tightened enough to entice a slight whimper of pain from her. He smiled and tightened his grip further.
"Evolution?" He mocked, "You humans separated yourself from your own natural evolution when you left your dieing planet. A planet that YOU exhausted! You are pathogens! By definition, spreading form place to place until it is spent. Multiplying without thought, like some perverse virus!"
Her silver eyes were registering more than a small amount of pain, but when she spoke there was not so much as a slight strain in her voice.
"And I suppose you think you are the antibody," She scoffed, "Your sisters are going black. Even you have started to darken at the base of your neck. As you try to destroy us, your species is also being destroyed. You will fade from existence with us."
Knives's hand snapped away from her right wrist and felt the hair at the base of his neck. He had noticed that his hair was darkening there. He had a feeling of what it meant, but had not been faced with it until now. He had only pressed harder on his plans to avoid facing it. He and his sisters were dieing, while those leaches thrived. He wrenched away from her.
"You vermin," He growled, "You vermin are killing us! It's YOUR fault!"
Just then his mind blurred. An assortment of visions entered his head. He felt warm and blanketed, he felt himself calm. Her songful voice said, "That is enough for now. You must rest, and I must dress your wounds... Sleep now."
The world went black.
Renee cradled him against her and shuffled him over to his bed. He was riding too close to the truth, too fast. She was sure he could not handle the truth in a mass dose. It would either crush him or send him permanently over to insanity. He would feel better in a few hours, for now she had to dress his wounds. She tightened the last bandage, and replaced his restrains. With a great deal of regret she fassoned the helmet back on his head. As she worked she pushed a new silver strand back behind her ear.
Author: I don't know why but I really like this chapter. smirk I wish someone would review it pouts with big puppy eyes
Author: I hope this is believable. It's not like people are emailing or reviewing to give me pointers or anything. pout
"Ahhhhh!" Knives screamed.
He gripped his head and fell out of bed with a loud thud. Renee leapt over and cradled him against her as he spasmed with pain. The tears welled in her eyes as she saw his bandages soak with blood. The spasms were re-opening his wounds. The waves of pain kept coming, he jerked in her arms, until his angered screams became agonized cries for help. Stop, oh please stop! She cried inside. It wasn't supposed to last this long... The sister's said it would only bring temporary discomfort!
The sisters... Yes, those that raised her since the age of ten. She was special, she had... Abilities. Abilities that had alienated her to her own race and forced her to survive on her own. She had never known her parents, she only vaguely remembered wondering from town to town and begging for food. She could feel the pains of others, especially them. The pain, the pain was so intense. His pain, her pain, all the pain in this barren world. She had wandered until she found the sisters.
He finally calmed and laid limp in her arms. She opened her eyes and realized that she had been crying. She didn't bother to wipe her cheeks dry as she said, "Are you okay? Has the pain gone now?"
Knives stared at her, slack-jawed, and wide eyed. What had happened? Had she attacked him somehow or was it a side-effect from the helmet. She's crying... For me? Knives snapped back to a composed state and glared. That was no helmet that was HER! She attacked me!
In spite of the blood oozing from his wounds he stood, grabbing her wrists and bringing her up with him. It took a bare two steps to force her up against the wall. Her expression was calm for someone whose face was wet with tears. He growled, and fire burned in his eyes as he asked, "What did you do to me? HOW did you do it? I will have answers, and I will have them NOW!"
"I don't want to hurt you," She said sadly, "I have no choice. I was sent here for you, Knives. I was sent to teach you by the sisters. If you had just stayed out of my mind, or asked permission I could have-"
"PERMISSION?!" Knives yelled, "I do NOT need permission to invade the thoughts of slime! I am a SUPERIOR being! I have every right to use you, read you, and toss you aside when you are spent with the rest of your worthless species!"
"You're wrong," She said sternly, "No species is worthless. It goes against all the laws of biology. All species exist for a reason. Once they have exhausted that reason, they cease to be. It is the natural course of evolution."
Knives bared his weight against her. His grip tightened enough to entice a slight whimper of pain from her. He smiled and tightened his grip further.
"Evolution?" He mocked, "You humans separated yourself from your own natural evolution when you left your dieing planet. A planet that YOU exhausted! You are pathogens! By definition, spreading form place to place until it is spent. Multiplying without thought, like some perverse virus!"
Her silver eyes were registering more than a small amount of pain, but when she spoke there was not so much as a slight strain in her voice.
"And I suppose you think you are the antibody," She scoffed, "Your sisters are going black. Even you have started to darken at the base of your neck. As you try to destroy us, your species is also being destroyed. You will fade from existence with us."
Knives's hand snapped away from her right wrist and felt the hair at the base of his neck. He had noticed that his hair was darkening there. He had a feeling of what it meant, but had not been faced with it until now. He had only pressed harder on his plans to avoid facing it. He and his sisters were dieing, while those leaches thrived. He wrenched away from her.
"You vermin," He growled, "You vermin are killing us! It's YOUR fault!"
Just then his mind blurred. An assortment of visions entered his head. He felt warm and blanketed, he felt himself calm. Her songful voice said, "That is enough for now. You must rest, and I must dress your wounds... Sleep now."
The world went black.
Renee cradled him against her and shuffled him over to his bed. He was riding too close to the truth, too fast. She was sure he could not handle the truth in a mass dose. It would either crush him or send him permanently over to insanity. He would feel better in a few hours, for now she had to dress his wounds. She tightened the last bandage, and replaced his restrains. With a great deal of regret she fassoned the helmet back on his head. As she worked she pushed a new silver strand back behind her ear.
Author: I don't know why but I really like this chapter. smirk I wish someone would review it pouts with big puppy eyes