DISCLAIMER: ME DON'T OWN TRIGUN. BUT I DO OWN NETORIE. MY CHARACTER! NO TAKEY!!!
CHAPTER 1: "Starting again"
The day started out perfect. Vash, Meryl, and Milly sat in a small bar, on the east side of Little Jersey. They were waiting for a man. A priest, to be more exact, who went by the name of Nicholas D. Wolfwood.
"WHERE IS HE!?" Meryl yelled at the top of her lungs. "HE'S LATE!"
"How should we know where he is Meryl?" milly asked, carrying a worried expression. "And another thing Meryl... Why are you talking to that wall?"
"Uh...I really, don't know." Meryl's face turned blank. "Vash?" Meryl looked over at vash, who hasn't said a thing since they got there. "Vash...VASH!!!" meryl yelled once more.
"Yes?" he asked as though he had been crying. "Are you alright? You've been acting strange ever since we got here..." Meryl's concerned voice trailed off.
Just as she got the last words out, in comes none other than Nicholas.
"Hello my friends! How are you all this fine day?!" Nicholas walked over and sat next to Milly. "Why do you all look upset? Where are those smiling faces that I'm use to seeing...? And why do I get the feeling that you're all mad at me?"
Meryl looked Nicholas in the eyes. "WHERE IN THE HELL WERE YOU!!!!?" Nicholas falls back over a chair.
"I-I was-s busy..." Nicholas said, picking him-self up off of the floor.
About six or seven miles away from town, a young girl no older than sixteen or so, steps out into the light. This girl was about five foot, six inches tall. Her hair was as light as the sand. Her skin was dark like an Arabian. This girls eyes were a dark gold that shown her true nature. Let alone her mystery.
"THERE SHE IS!"
"GET HER!"
Seven men shouted and ran towards her with their guns drawn.
"You boys mean me?" She asked innocently. "Why don't you just give up?"
The men were surrounding her by now. "Come on down to the station with us. You know you want to!" One of the men started to step closer to her.
"Who in hell do you think you are?" she hissed, revealing a gun from her shirt. "No one orders me around like that. Do you know my reputation? No one lives if they try to hunt me down." With a flick of the trigger, all but one is dead.
"We'll get you one day missy...you can count on that. I have back up all ready here. Look around you...you have no way out."
All around her she could see figures. Figures of what were yet to come.
"No one can catch me you idiot..." The girl shoots him with no regrets on her shoulders. "...but you can try." She starts running. Then she vanishes...just...like...that.
"It's like they were brought back from the grave. Every last one of them.
"Let me guess...knives is behind all of this?" Both men sit down to rest for a while, also continuing thief conversation.
"I really don't know. I haven't found anything that would lead me to believe this was all knives' doing.
"So you're saying that it isn't knives? He's the only one that I would be pointing my finger at." Nicholas pulls out a cigarette and light's it.
"I really wish..." A gun shot off in the distance cuts off Vash. They hear something fall outside.
"WHAT WAS THAT!?" Vash asked, standing up rather quickly.
"I take it...that's knive's calling for ya' now vashy boy." Nicholas said, taking out another cigarette.
Six figures were coming right towards them. Vash and Nicholas stood out on the porch of the bar, just to see what's going on. The figure's come into perfect view. Five men were chasing a young girl.
"We told you to give up missy...but now you've gone to far. We have to take you down right now."
" Funny...I thought...that was my line." She shoots one of the men through the stomach. "If you won't come quietly, them I have to kill you missy ...like I was told...they want the notorious netorie dead...or alive." The man speaking point's his gun at her. The other three men pull there guns out and surround her.
"We have to help her Nicholas!" Vash tries to run out and help her.
"We can't get involved with other people's troubles. Let the girl work it out on her own needle noggin...vash...VASH!!" Nicholas looks around frantically. "He's going to be the end of me one day."
Vash had started to walk towards them. The girl shoot's another guy in the shoulder, and runs.
"you'll never catch me!" she yelled, totally unaware that she was about to run right into vash.
"Oh no..." Nicholas said, not to excited. He once again was pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. The girl runs smack into vash. He catches her before she falls.
"What the hell?" she looks up at him. "Hu...LET GO OF ME YOU JACKASS!!!" she tries to get away from him. "Sorry...just trying to help you miss!" Vash said, smiling. The men come over to Vash.
"where is that witch!" one of the shot men shouted. "Give up the girl punk!" The leader of the group pointed his gun at vash's head.
"Just a minute miss..." vash got closer to the men. "Come on guys! We don't want any trouble here."
"Hand her over you dumbass!" They all get closer to vash. Their guns are pointing to all different places on him.
"Well, if you guys wont stop...I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson then." Vash pulls out his gun and hits them over their heads with it. When vash turns around the girl tries to run. "Are you alright?" vash grabs her arm, and pulls her a little closer.
"I can take care of my self you idiot...now let go of me."
"Hey...don't go yet! I wanted to ask you something. Why were those men chasing you?"
"That doesn't concern you... Mister stampede." She gave a smirk.
"How did you know my name? And what is yours?" Vash looked at her surprised. "I just know." She breaks free of vash's hold. Then she starts to walk away into the setting sun. She turns around one last time just as Nicholas joins Vash.
"Well...that was strange." Nicholas threw his cigarette down.
"You don't want to see her again...trust me." Nicholas turns around and starts heading toward the bar. There is a slight wind blowing.
Vash starts to think: why did those guys want her...dead or alive? I just don't understand. Vash feels something hit his feet, so he looks down, and picks it up. There was a picture of that girl on it. The paper says: "WANTED" The notorious netorie is wanted dead or alive. Your reward will be $$98 billion.
Vash is shocked. He folds the paper up, puts it in his pocket, and follows Nicholas back to the bar.