Blu: sorry that last chapter was kinda boring! Chapter ten and this chapter were going to be all one chapter, but it was just too long XD
TK: …
Blu: what is it, TK?
TK: …I don't have anything to say
Blu: really?
TK: really.
Blu: …-runs around- AAAAAGH! TK DOESN'T HAVE SOME WITTY COMEBACK FOR MY LAZYNESS! THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END!
TK: -.-'
Hustino- Heh, thankies again. I always look forward to your input. It really means a lot. I'm glad you like the references, caz if I can, there will be a lot more.
Ryoko Kashino- …DON'T HURT ME! I'LL BE GOOD! See? I even have a chapter up now! …so you can put down the bat, kay?
AngelArms- -does the happy dance- YAY! YOU'RE ONE OF MY READERS! –starts freaking out- omigod, most of my favorite authors are reading my shit –looks around- um…CAN I HAVE YOUR AUDIGRAPH?! (TK: BLU-CHAN! CALM DOWN!) oh right –takes in a couple of deep breaths- Thank you SO much for reading my stuff. It really means the world! I seem to be dragging a lot of VM fans over to the other side with this story –raises hand- LONG LIVE VM!
Ali10- …has anyone ever told you you can be PURE evil?! PINK? Woman…PINK?! GAH! –stabs the pink- I am NOT that evil. I can kill school children with no feeling…but PINK?! No way
Chapter Nine- Bad Ali –smacks her hand playfully- how could you? Just kidding. Thank you for going back to review it! I thought TK kicked you off the-
TK: If you say 'band wagon', I will scream
Blu: band wagon
TK: -screams-
Black Betty- Sorry it wasn't that action packed XD Like I said, this chapter and the one before it were going to be together as one…but I'm a lazy bastard so that about sums it up XD
Pyro- (-is too lazy to do your whole name XD-) GAH! THE GRAMMER! IT BUUUUUUUUURNS!!! Thankies for reviewing XD!
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Chapter Eleven: Just Walk it Off
"Are you lost, young man?"
Jumping slightly, I look up to see the bellhop smiling down at me over his desk. "Uh, kinda," I say, rubbing the back of my neck nervously. "You see, my…mom told me to meet her down here when I was ready."
"Ah yes, she, your father, and sister have been waiting for you in the lounge," he replies, pointing the way. Did he just say…my father and sister? He couldn't mean…could he? "They wanted somewhere to sit, so I told them to go on ahead and I'd tell you where to go when you came down."
"Umm…thank you," I say hurriedly as I run in the direction he was pointing. Oh I'm gonna get a kick out of this.
"There you are," Meryl snaps before standing up and placing her hands on her hips, "what took you so long?"
"Sorry sis," I reply, trying not to laugh. "I got lost."
If looks could kill…
"Now now, you two," Vash tries calmly, motioning for us to take some deep breaths or something. "Let's all get along." The already steamed insurance girl spins on her heel and glares at him.
"Now, dear, don't look at your father that way," Millie scolds, shaking a finger at her partner. Meryl tries to protest but is given one of Big Girl's few and fatal glares, which stops her dead in her tracks. Snickering, I try to get out of my 'sister's' striking range. I'm in for it now.
"Who's up for some lunch?" our 'Father' asks, trying to clear the air, and hopefully save someone from an ass kicking. After a round of 'I am's, we finally head out of the hotel and onto the streets. "Umm…now where should we go?"
"I saw a nice little diner on the corner of this street when I was out for my morning walk. It looked like a good place to stop for lunch at the time," Millie suggests, wrapping a hand around mine as she talks. "They even have pudding!"
"Sounds like a great place to me," I say, tightening my grip on her hand.
"Good, lets stop there then," the Humanoid Typhoon chirps, grabbing Big Girl's other hand. I glare at him.
"Don't get any ideas, needle noggin," I whisper to him through clinched teeth.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"Can I get you folks anything?"
Looking up from my 'kiddies menu', I shake my head. "A booster seat," Meryl says, staring at me and not the server. I feel my face flush but suddenly get an idea.
"Yeah, that'd be great," I say, keeping my poker face. "I'm sure you'd be able to see MUCH better with one." Ohh, cold Nicholas. It's Meryl's turn to flush, but instead of turning it around on me, she looks like she's about to bring it head on. Uh oh.
"CHILDREN!" Big Girl and her play husband cut in, Millie glaring at me and Vash glaring at Meryl. "Play nice."
Okay, they are TOO good at this parent thing.
The server chuckles, bringing us all from the little throw down waiting to happen. "So I'm guessing no booster seat?"
"Just some sandwiches."
Nodding, the server collects our menus and returns to the kitchen. I look up at Millie, who is sitting beside me, watching her trying to keep her giggles under control. "This is fun!" she chimes, clapping her hands together.
"Yeah," the typhoon across from us agrees, "I finally get to boss short girl around!"
"That's what you think."
"Here's your sandwiches!"
We all jump before swinging our heads around to see the server hovering over our table, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Gee, that was fast," Big Girl comments.
"Well, there aren't many people here today," the server replies, setting down the tray of finger food. "Enjoy." Hands shoot out from all sides, fighting for the food before them. It's been a while, you could say, since this group had seen REAL food, and not some dried up shit left to bake on sand in the hot suns.
Half way into my third sandwich, something hits me.
"That's weird," I mumble, somewhat to myself.
"What is?"
"The fact we're the only ones here," I say, setting down the half eaten meal instead of letting it hover under my mouth. "It was around two when I got up, it can't be more then two thirty now, but I didn't see anyone in the streets when we left the hotel." Three pairs of eyes blink at me before sweeping down in looks of concern and deep thought.
"Maybe we should-"
"THERE THEY ARE!"
Standing infront of the hotel, stripped of our guns, including Meryl, I glare heavily at the men holding us captive. They're smiling and laughing among themselves, most only fifteen and sixteen. What the hell do they want, anyway? Ok, stupid question. Duh, they want the bounty. Gr-EA-t.
"Well well well," one of the boys, most likely the leader, says with a sickening smile crossing his lips, "looks like we bagged a big one, boys!" His comrades let out whoops of agreement and joy.
"What do you want with us?" Meryl asks, stepping forward, only to have a gun pushed into her gut to force her back to the wall. "We're just a family passing through!"
"Sure you are," the man with the gun snorts as he presses the nozzle of his riffle under her chin, "and your 'daddy' has quite the sum on his head, don't you," he turns to Vash, gun pushing deeper into her throat, making her gasp slightly, "Vash the Stampede."
"Leave her alone," the outlaw growls, only to get the firearm turned on him.
"Then you have to come with us," Mr. Rifle growls, stuffing his gun into the Typhoon's chest. "If you don't, your 'family' gets it!"
"You sure like waving that gun around, Mister," I say coldly, looking up at him through my hair. He growls, but doesn't lower his gun to me. Not as cold hearted as I thought.
"You shut up, kid," another guy hisses, stepping up to place his gun under my chin, pushing my head up to meet his eyes. "If you don't, your daddy ain't gonna get to the feds breathin'. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
"He's not my dad," I snap, harder then I wanted it to sound.
"What?"
"I said he's not my dad!" I scream back. I can feel the girl's staring at me in shock. I can SEE Vash staring at me in shock. "He's my friend…and…and I wont let you hurt him!" Before I know what I'm doing, I'm infront of Vash, hands out in some crappy attempt to protect him. Damn job went under my skin.
"Nicholas!" Big Girl screams, trying to pry herself out from under the gun pressed to her chest. "Let me go!"
"Shut up, wench, or your kid-"
BANG
Blood erupts from my shoulder. Both of the girls let out a shriek as my hand shoots to the wound. Shit! "WHO SHOT THAT?!" the leader shouts, turning to his men. All hold up their personal fire arm, showing none had been fired. Damn! My knees buckle from the pain, bringing me to the dirt under me. What the hell? Damn child body with low standers of everything! Gah, now my visions going.
"NICK!" I guess Millie got out from under that man's gun, because she's suddenly at my side, her hand on my back, trying to keep me upright. "Try to focus, Nick, focus!"
"I know how…how to stay…" I try to answer, but another wave of pain cuts me off.
"FOCUS ON ME!" she cries, shaking me. I try, but it's becoming harder and harder. I've lost a lot of blood…damn. "NICK! Please…!"
"He looks really pale…" Meryl says, looking pale herself, as she slides into view. Ok, I lie, I just HOPE that white blob with her voice is her. I hear ripping and something cool wraps itself around my shoulder. She…she ripped her cape.
"N-night."
Blu: SIX PAGES!
TK: YOU'RE EVIL!
Blu: wha?
TK: EVIL CLIFFY LEAVING PERSON!
Blu: that? Yeah, sorry!
TK: are not
Blu: not really, no
TK: …evil
Millie: Dear Diary,
We've been on the road for two days now. Because of what happened in Louisville, we don't stay for long in any of the towns. I'm very worried about Nicholas. He still hasn't woken up, and I'm beginning to worry more and more. His wound is healing nicely, which makes me wonder why he hasn't woken up. I'm really scared, but for everyone else, I'll be strong.
Your friend,
Millie Thompson
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