A/N: HELLO! TIS NANA AND SYN ONCE MORE WITH ANOTHER ONE OF OUR FREAKISH STORIES! This is a ficcy with an OC as one of the main characters...and Knives...
Nana:Only cuz Syn likes him...AHHHHHHH DON"T KILL ME!!
a chainsaw noise buzzes ominously
Disclaimer: this goes for all chappys so we don't waste page space. WE DO NOT OWN TRIGUN OR ANY OTHER THINGS WE MAY BE REFERRING TO IN HERE!
...Seriously, we can't remember how many things we've used in here...
Behind Blue Eyes
Celinde
They want me to speak.
I can't give them what they want...or maybe I won't give it to them. I can speak, don't get me wrong, but...my will to speak is gone, you might say. Mary asks me, but in that "Sickly-sweet, you're a little kid, I'm the grown up, therefore I am smarter than you" tone. I hate that tone.
I won't speak for her.
Joey asks me to answer him. I blink. He sighs and asks Steve. I hate Steve. Just for the record, I hate Rowan too. He thinks that I am retarded or mental...
...Well I suppose he has had first hand experience...
Obviously, I won't speak for idiots that you would imagine as extras on a Star Trek show.
AKA: Steve and Rowan.
Now, Rem asks me. It's hard to say 'no' to her.
Considering I don't want to talk.
Rem asks me what happened...she says that she wants to help me.
I don't need help. What happened, happened. What THEY did to me is not something I like to talk about.
...So I don't speak...
Simple.
A/N SO! Whaddya think? R&R pleeeeeeeeeeez! puppy dog eyes
Oh...btw...NO FLAMES!!! NONE! NADA!!