Hey there. So sorry for the looong time between updates. Stupid school has kept me so busy lately. I don't think I have any readers left anymore. Oh well.
Disclaimer- I own nothing!!! There I've said it now. I don't even own the children in this story- their all based on my cousins...
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Chapter 4:: Seven
Meryl stood behind her bedroom door listening to the muffled talk out at the dining table. Tears welled up in her eyes as she listened to the number of children that had been grabbed.
So far the count was up to seven. Seven children gone. And there were still several more that were possibly gone. They were still looking for three more that had gone to the get food for dinner.
'Who can do such a thing to such innocent creatures.' Crying silently Meryl laid her head lightly against the door. Sobs racked her body though her eyes were dry. Sometimes she just could not understand humans. Her own kind. During times like these she could understand why Knives was bent on destroying them. If she had not met Vash first Meryl may have sided with the psycho.
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Lowering his head, aqua eyes glancing at the pictures that laid before him. Seven children. Seven innocent, delicate souls that were snatched. Snatched from everyone and thing that they knew and loved.
"There were eight before but Brian was killed. He did nothing wrong. Nothing." Sobbing a man in a black duster walked away from the pictures. Slowly he spoke again, eyes fixed on an unseen object outside, "How could he, Brian was only 3. How could he do anything wrong."
Vash screamed inwardly as the last comment sank in. Disgust flipped in his stomach inching up to his mouth, threatening to spew out. 'Rem, give me strength to deal with this.'
Knives looked over his brother's shoulder. Such beautiful faces were upon that table.
A plump woman wearing a red polka dotted dress and matching scarf, pointed out each picture giving a brief description of each.
"Caitlin, age 6. She was taken a week ago while helping her mother get groceries." A tiny blonde haired blue eyed grill stared back at the two plants. Such a flawless girl she was, except for a crescent shaped scar on her right cheek.
"Dominic, age 5. He was playing tag with his mother and grandmother when he was taken." A darkly tanned, stout boy looked back upon them. His buzzed black hair matched his eyes perfectly.
"Deana, age 14. She's the oldest that's ever been taken. She was with her boyfriend when someone knocked him out and took her." A freckled, blue eyed girl stared back. Her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back in tiny braids.
"Julia, age 7. She was walking to school when she was supposedly taken." Another young blue eyed girl stared back. Her blonde and brown streaked hair was messed up as though she had been caught in a windstorm.
"Marga, age 10. She was heading off for a sleepover and never made it to the friend's house." A Hispanic looking girl stared back with large dark brown eyes and matching hair.
"Megan, age 5. She was sleeping in her bed." A stout girl stared back, her blue eyes tiny slits as though the sun had been facing her. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a pony tail that resided on top of her head.
"Abbi, age 2. She was snatched while holding her father's hand." Finally Vash was able to the beautiful daughter which belonged to the distraught man. And what a beauty she was. Deep brown eyes stared back, the same type that could pierce into your soul. Long brown hair adorned her head, shaped around her face. Abbi's father sat in the corner staring in an almost catatonic state.
Vash got up from the table. Away from the lost souls and the broken families. How could someone do something this vile, this evil. And why? Why were they killing off the young children.
Another taste of bile came to Vash's mouth as he stood staring at the pictures before him. On his face was the look of a horror.
Knives walked out of the room. After all why should he care. Whoever was doing this was taking care of future disgusting creatures. Walking into his tiny bedroom Knives kicked the door shut. Flopping on the bed, the man stared at the ceiling. The pictures still rang vibrantly in his mind. The tiny faces that stared right back into his eyes, begging for help, pleading for their lives to be saved.
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Meryl buried her head within the white fluffy mounds. No longer were her sobs dry, for tears flowed freely. Her grey eyes glistened brightly with tears. So young and so innocent. Why them? Such innocent lives hung in the balance.
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Vash stared at the woman's face. She had to be no older then twenty though now she seemed fifty. So much stress she had gone through. It seemed as though everyone had.
Biting his lip Vash closed his aqua eyes long enough to ask for courage from Rem again. Nodding slightly Vash knew just then what he had to do. "We all will help as much as we can."
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Man I just do not like this chapter very much. But updates will come more frequently though. I know I'm horrible, I don't update forever then I give a tiny chapter. Sorry everyone.
Anyways whoever wants to read and review, or flame, or spam. Whatever- it really doesn't matter.
Oh 'n Brian- sorry for kill ya off. But I couldn't think of anyone else.