Okay... this chapter is short. Really short. I've got a lot of homework due to three honors classes and I don't really have time or inspiration. At some point I will write the other half of this chapter, I just felt like you guys were probably sick of waiting. So... here. Oh, and this is slowly going towards Knives/ legato... your thoughts on this, please.
-MaroonSorrow
Disclaimer: If I owned Trigun, I wouldn't be sitting here typing when I should be doing my homework...
The sunlight filtering through a window glimpses a soft smile tugging at the edge of a slumbering child's mouth, a child who has never slept in the sun before these past days... Slightly malnourished, the juvenile, first of his species( half-human, half- PLANT) is wrapped in Knives' red-black coat. Slowly hours drift by, drops of water in a rainstorm, the sun penetrates the shutters, revealing Knives sitting there examining Legato's still form. He has been sitting there for hours, with the gentlest expression on his face that has been seen since he looked at his brother and saw the scars of mankind there. Since Knives glimpsed his brother's poisoning, he has fought with such urgency, hoping to revive his beloved brother from the spiders poison. But until then..., alone and misunderstood, he has longed for his brother to wake up, to see the cage he is in. But now..., Knives has stumbled on a companion to help him with his goal... the destruction of humanity, the saving of his brother. As Knives sits there, eyes gleaming, imagining the spiders all dead, and the butterflies all free, the sunlight seems to grow colder: It can't heat this room, filled with the cold of Fallen Angels.
Ch.5 Angels of Loss
There is something new in the hollow chamber of my heart. Fourteen years spent without purpose... what purpose was there for me? I've no interest in human matters. No interest in - anything. For the past week, I have not spent any time brooding- I who did nothing but brood for so many years in that prison of my room- I've been assisting Lord Knives. I cannot avoid admiring him... he is perfectly controlled and determined. Knives has no hesitation- it isn't just bravado, the man truly seems to know everything. His absolute faith makes you question your own motives. I have never truly had any motives... just introspection and a burning desire for her death. It makes me laugh to think that one week with Knives has already changed me; I've found a goal I can believe in.
I don't mean that I've found my destiny or anything so pathetic as that. I've no interest in love or glory or any of the shades that humans are always chasing after. I have no fire to me, no interest. What is there to be interested in? Despite that... I find I can easily consign myself to spending my entire life working towards what most would think an impossible goal. I'm going to help Knives kill every last one of the humans. Really, it isn't impossible. I can hear the laughter in my voice, this is some thing I will enjoy. If I can kill humans now, in my untrained state, it'll be easy to do after I train my mind. " Practice" if you will.
I'm lying here on the ground, my back partially propped up against the giant crystal bauble that a PLANT resides in. The glass is cool against my cheek, but I can feel the hum of my sisters' energy within, a tingle of electricity. All around me, there are scattered corpses, the air is filled with the warm reek of blood. Red pools on the ground, but not one of the bodies is anywhere near me. I'm tired from using my mind to crush the idiot who tried to shoot Knives, so I'll just linger here. Someday, it will be just like this.
It will be Silent and Silver-tinged with Knives presence, no more screams.... the dust on this wretched planet will finally settle. The " Spiders" as Knives calls them, will all be gone. It's an appropriate analogy... humans entangle themselves in useless emotions... One of the things that I admire about Knives is that he has emotion without lack of reason. My eyes are closed, but I can still see everything. Soon the screaming will start and then the despair: Knives has just walked into town.
And... that is it. Don't you just LOVE cliffhangers? ( sarcasm, for all of you who can't tell)
I really do love my reviewers... I'm just kind of fatigued. Is it my senior year yet?!