AN: The second chapter to my story. I swear I had constant writers' block throughout this whole chapter. I could barely think straight with school and all. This chapter, I think, is quite good but if this story is so unpopular that people will threaten to burn down my house then I will remove it. I would also like to add that I had gotten into the habit of double spacing after every sentence because of my high school keyboarding class. So please excuse me if you see one of those. This chapter might be a little rushed but I wanted to submit this because it might be a while before I post again. Also my beta reader quit on me and I couldn't find another one but I am hiring. So, if there are tons and tons of grammical errors I'm sorry. Like I said before, this is my first actual fanfic. The rest were just little test drives that weren't serious. I read over the chapter about four times so I don't think there were any spelling errors anywhere. Well enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. Wish I did but hell, I don't.
Later that night, It was calm and peaceful as the moons shined in the sky, making small rays of light peak through the window. Locals around the town were sitting down to dinner and some were tucking their children into bed. Nobody was really on the street, not even your local drunkard.
Vash sat at the table, propping his head up with his hand, various thoughts circulating through his mind. He knew Meryl wasn't telling the whole story and he wished she would. It was pretty much eating him up inside, making him worry more every second. It seemed that Meryl hadn't really been open to him about herself. Except when she's constantly screaming at him for doing something stupid.
Milly was in the kitchen chopping vegetables to make healthy soup for Meryl to calm her nerves. She wanted to make sure that she was comfortable. Meryl was a workaholic and all Milly wanted was for her to take a break. It was always like this since they got assigned to Vash.
"Mr. Vash?" Milly asked, staying focused on the vegetables. "Do you think . . . Meryl might be a little overworked?" she asked. "She's been working nonstop for two days now and I just keep thinking well . . . maybe she's afraid to sleep."
Vash did not answer. He kept his hand on his chin in deep thought. "She has been acting strange if you ask me, but I don't think she's afraid to sleep." The chair began to creak as he leaned back in it, taking a deep breath and looking up at the ceiling.
"I think someone might be after her . . . " he said closing his eyes. Milly dumped the veggies into the pot to boil and looked up at Vash.
"After Meryl? How come? She didn't do anything bad, did she?" Milly asked, carefully placing the chopping board on the counter.
Vash opened his eyes and continued staring at the ceiling. "No, she didn't," he answered, "I think they're trying to spook her. That's all. I wouldn't worry about it too much. It's probably just your average thug on the streets. Nothing more, nothing less. Something you shouldn't lose sleep over." He got up from the chair and began to stretch. He went into the kitchen, cleverly maneuvering around Milly, trying to steal a donut from the box. Milly hit his hand with the spoon, making him yelp and lick his hand.
"No donuts 'til after dinner!" she snapped. "You'll spoil your appetite. Why don't you go check on Meryl to see if she needs anything?"
Vash sighed, looking almost broken heartedly at the donuts and walked down the hall to Meryl's room.
Meryl stood in the shower, allowing the water to run over her face and body. She closed her eyes, feeling like there wasn't a care in the world. Milly was right after all. A shower was the ticket. Meryl leaned her body against the wall of the shower, rinsing the soap that covered her trim figure. "If only I had the strength you had, Milly. Sometimes I feel so weak . . . " She smiled, closing her eyes once again and sliding down the wall of the shower to rest on the floor of the shower room. It was getting late, and she didn't think that she would have the energy to type that report tonight. Meryl pulled her knees to her chest with her hair over her eyes, closing them to falling asleep in the shower until she heard a loud knock on the bathroom door. She gasped, crawling toward the spigot and turning the shower water off.
"Hey Meryl! Milly asked me to come and check on you to see if you were doing ok!" Vash blinked and put his ear to the door of the bathroom. "Meryl? Are you all right?" He knocked once more, waiting for a reply.
Meryl opened the shower door and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her petite body. She grabbed her brush and began to brush her hair vigorously. "Yes! I'll be there in a minute! J-just give me a sec! ." Her heart was beating fast; hoping that Vash wouldn't open the door on her. Meryl grabbed her robe and wrapped it around herself. She set the brush down at the sink and swung open the door hitting Vash in the face.
"Ack!" He yelled before falling back on the floor. Meryl jumped, surprised and mad at the same time. "Hey! What do you think you were doing by my bathroom door, you pervert!?" she screamed looking down at him holding his nose.
"Oh nothing, just come to see if you were still here." He groaned holding his nose. "Arg! I think its bleeding!" he whined. Meryl sighed, quickly grabbing a rag and wetting it. She helped Vash to the bed and sat him down, then placed the cool cloth on his nose.
"Here, try to be careful next time. You're such an idiot."
Vash whined again, holding the towel to his nose and sighed with relief. Meryl felt a little awkward after hitting him with the door. Then again it wasn't her fault, it's not like she could see through the door or anything. She kind of felt bad for not saying sorry and jumping all over him like that. Meryl glanced over at Vash, who seemed to have a serious face like something bad had happened. He looked down at her and smiled, deciding to break the moment of silence between them.
"So, do you feel better after your shower?" He asked moving the towel away to see how bad his nose was bleeding, then reapplying it.
Meryl placed her arms over her midriff looking down on the floor. "Huh? Oh yea, I feel a lot better. Thanks for asking."
Vash removed the towel from his nose and placed it on the night stand. "Meryl, I don't think you and Milly should follow me any longer . . . " he mumbled, standing and heading toward the door. Meryl's eyes quickly shot up at Vash, standing as well. She blocked his path and shot him a stern look.
"Oh no you don't! You're not going to get out of this one! I have strict orders to make sure th-"
Vash interrupted her by hugging her instantly, shifting around so that her head rested on his chest. Meryl's eyes grew wide and her face became red. Why was he holding her like this? Why did she feel like she does now? She felt warm and protected in his hold. She was so close to him she could hear his heartbeat. Meryl clutched his trenchcoat, melting into his embrace.
"I don't want you or Milly to be caught in the crossfire of my reckless behavior." He held her tighter as though he was protecting her from something or someone. "I don't want you guys to be killed because of me. I want you to leave. Leave and don't look back."
Meryl was almost in tears. She tightened her grip on his trenchcoat and closed her eyes.
"Vash, I don't want you to worry about me. I can take care of myself. I know you didn't forget that I was 'Derringer Meryl' did you? The last thing I want you to worry about is me." Vash set his chin on her head slightly smelling the scent of her wet and matted hair. It had a strawberry and lime smell. That smell was like heaven to him. Vash pulled away from her and looked down. His green eyes met her dark blue ones in a deep trance. It felt like the few moments that they looked into each other's eyes was an eternity. Like nothing else in the world mattered but them. Vash moved his hand down to Meryl's waist, pulling her a little closer. Meryl turned a deeper red when he pressed her against him securely.
Meryl grunted and broke away from his grasp a little self-conscious. "Um, Wow! I'm getting a little tired and umm I have a lot to do tomorrow." Meryl rushed around the room to make sure her clothes were laid out for tomorrow. "Can you tell Milly that I'm really sorry and I need to get some rest and that I will eat tomorrow morning?"
Vash blinked a little dumbfounded from her sudden reaction. He understood how Meryl was feeling and decided to trust in her. It was true that in the past she hadn't had problems defending herself. Why did he worry about her now? Even he didn't know what was going on in that moment of hidden love and passion. Vash rubbed the back of his head and grinned "Sure, I'll make sure she knows. If you need anything I'm right next door. Goodnight Meryl!" He yelled letting out that oh so funny laugh.
Vash walked to the door and closed it behind him. The young man muttered to himself while hitting his head as headed down to his room. "Nice going Vash." He growled to himself. In the living room Milly had fallen asleep on the couch after reading about five pages of her book. Vash shook his head and tiptoed into the living room so as not to wake Milly. He took a nearby blanket and covered her with it and walked out of the living room.
Vash opened his room door and flicked on the light. It was a very boring room too, not to mention a tad junky. He whipped off his red trenchcoat tossing it onto a nearby chair and took a shower belting out the lyrics to a song he had heard from earlier at the saloon. After he was done, he left the bathroom drying his hair with a towel making it a little staticy. Vash tossed the towel behind him and he threw on his nightwear and sat on the bed Indian style.
He did his nightly/daily three second meditation and got into the bed. Forgetting that the light was still on, he had attempted a 'clap on clap off' method and after a good five minutes he gave up. Vash shuffled over to the door and flipped the switch off. He laid in his bed for a good 10 minutes thinking of random thoughts before closing his eyes and drifting off to a semi-deep sleep.
Outside, an eerie wind blew through the night. A man's figure being luminated by the fifth moon watched the small little cabin anxiously. His eyes were grim and sharp fixed on that one spot. The knife in his hands was flipped back and forth constantly as he counted in his head and looked at his watch. A suspicious grin crept across his face, beginning to stand.
"I finally found you, Vash the Stampede." The man let out a small, demented chuckle that gradually turned into a cackle of pure evil. He jumped from the roof and landed on the ground with ease and cracked his neck and letting out a sigh of relief. As he walked to the cabin, an untrained observer could see multiple cuts along his arm and wrist that were rather disturbing. On his arm multiple intersecting scars read 'VASH MUST DIE.' Most of them were fresh plus dripping with blood and some were created about a week ago or less. Only one or two were scabbing over out of 20.
The man was completely dressed in black and a rather long trench coat flapped in the wind. He was also wearing big boots outlined with spikes at the end of them to complete the ensemble. As he approached the cabin, the same crazed smile spread across his face. He tucked the knife into his shirt sleeve and set one foot on the porch.
"Now the fun can begin." He mumbled, looking in the direction of Meryl's room.
"I can get you to do anything now. I can make you suffer and make your inner soul bleed uncontrollably with fear." He moved to Meryl's window, cutting it out of its frame with the knife. The window quietly popped out with ease as he stood up, looking though the open window at Meryl who was sleeping soundly in her oversized night shirt. He jumped in through the window landing on his feet making a thump sound on the floor. Meryl shot up from her bed pulling the blankets over herself, griping it tightly.
"Who's there?" she asked looking around the room. The man smirked sadistically at Meryl's fear and clueless content. He remained in the dark corner waiting for the right moment to attack. Meryl sat there trembling under the down comforter. She slipped out of bed, beginning to rake through her dresser to get a flashlight. The dark figure switched corners quickly as Meryl turned the light on, shooting the flashlight near his direction. Clumsily, she had hit the wall gasping clapping her hand over her mouth so as not to wake Vash or Milly. The frightened woman eased toward the chair where her pistols lay, arming herself for a possible assault. The lack of light in the room made he more and more nervous every second. She stopped at the window feeling the wind from an outside blow at the back of her neck sending a sudden chill through her body. Meryl bit her lip and decided to scan the room with the flashlight once more. The beam of light slid along the floor, coming to a halt as it met the boot. Her breathing became quicker as the flashlight moved up and it revealed the stranger's face. The man's eyes were a piercing amber color and his signature smile was etched across his face.
"Hello, beautiful." He chuckled softly
Meryl dropped the flashlight in shock and rushed toward her pistols grabbing one and pointing it in his direction. The man flew over her slamming her to the floor making her yell out and drop the gun as he lifted his foot and crushed it into pieces. She tried to scream but his gloved hand was clamped tightly over her mouth. His face became more menacing and demented as he leaned toward her ear. Meryl scrambled under him trying to wiggle out until she heard the man's voice floating into her ear.
"Don't scream or struggle please. I really don't want to kill you . . . yet. Make this easier on me please and don't move."
In a panic Meryl lifted her leg slamming it between the man's legs. He grunted getting off of Meryl as she crawled from under him over to the chair grabbing another derringer from her trenchcoat. She spun around and pointed it at the approaching menace.
"Don't move or I'll shoot." She stated with her heart beating a mile a minute trying not to panic and keep aim. Her thumb pulled back the hammer with ease keeping it aimed on the target "Are you gonna shoot are not?" Ask the man, approaching her more.
"Don't move!" She commanded with her hand shaking violently, fighting with her nerves in an attempt to keep it still. The man grew impatient starting to run towards her direction. He slammed her into the wall with the gun into his gut. She pulled the trigger firing into his stomach, gasping at the blood rushing on her hands. The derringer dropped to the floor, while her eyes shifted up to the man's face that looked as though nothing had even touched him. The bullet was stuck in his side, missing a vital part of the body.
"Who----who are you?" she choked out hearing the blood drip to the floor into a small puddle beneath her barefeet. He shifted touching his stomach with his hand withdrawing blood from the wound and began lapping it up.
"Jack. My name is Jack McAllen." He replied. Meryl's eyes widened added with an attempt to scream but nothing had come out. Jack reached into his pocket, pulling out a note with his blooded hand. Stained with blood, he placed the note carefully on Meryl's dresser . He swiftly turned back around at the cowering woman approaching her with no fear. She didn't want to go this way, she was a strong woman, but she did not know what to do in this kind of situation. As Jack got closer his gloved hand, he reached out towards her face. Was this it? Had she gotten weaker or just stupider. She let out a weak scream muffled by the rag over her mouth and nose. The body of the young woman fell limp falling to the floor with a thud. Jack let out a grin and lifted Meryl's body and placed it over his shoulder shuffling towards the window.
"It begins, Vash The Stampede."
TO BE CONTINUED
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WitchHunterRaven
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. Wish I did but hell, I don't.
Later that night, It was calm and peaceful as the moons shined in the sky, making small rays of light peak through the window. Locals around the town were sitting down to dinner and some were tucking their children into bed. Nobody was really on the street, not even your local drunkard.
Vash sat at the table, propping his head up with his hand, various thoughts circulating through his mind. He knew Meryl wasn't telling the whole story and he wished she would. It was pretty much eating him up inside, making him worry more every second. It seemed that Meryl hadn't really been open to him about herself. Except when she's constantly screaming at him for doing something stupid.
Milly was in the kitchen chopping vegetables to make healthy soup for Meryl to calm her nerves. She wanted to make sure that she was comfortable. Meryl was a workaholic and all Milly wanted was for her to take a break. It was always like this since they got assigned to Vash.
"Mr. Vash?" Milly asked, staying focused on the vegetables. "Do you think . . . Meryl might be a little overworked?" she asked. "She's been working nonstop for two days now and I just keep thinking well . . . maybe she's afraid to sleep."
Vash did not answer. He kept his hand on his chin in deep thought. "She has been acting strange if you ask me, but I don't think she's afraid to sleep." The chair began to creak as he leaned back in it, taking a deep breath and looking up at the ceiling.
"I think someone might be after her . . . " he said closing his eyes. Milly dumped the veggies into the pot to boil and looked up at Vash.
"After Meryl? How come? She didn't do anything bad, did she?" Milly asked, carefully placing the chopping board on the counter.
Vash opened his eyes and continued staring at the ceiling. "No, she didn't," he answered, "I think they're trying to spook her. That's all. I wouldn't worry about it too much. It's probably just your average thug on the streets. Nothing more, nothing less. Something you shouldn't lose sleep over." He got up from the chair and began to stretch. He went into the kitchen, cleverly maneuvering around Milly, trying to steal a donut from the box. Milly hit his hand with the spoon, making him yelp and lick his hand.
"No donuts 'til after dinner!" she snapped. "You'll spoil your appetite. Why don't you go check on Meryl to see if she needs anything?"
Vash sighed, looking almost broken heartedly at the donuts and walked down the hall to Meryl's room.
Meryl stood in the shower, allowing the water to run over her face and body. She closed her eyes, feeling like there wasn't a care in the world. Milly was right after all. A shower was the ticket. Meryl leaned her body against the wall of the shower, rinsing the soap that covered her trim figure. "If only I had the strength you had, Milly. Sometimes I feel so weak . . . " She smiled, closing her eyes once again and sliding down the wall of the shower to rest on the floor of the shower room. It was getting late, and she didn't think that she would have the energy to type that report tonight. Meryl pulled her knees to her chest with her hair over her eyes, closing them to falling asleep in the shower until she heard a loud knock on the bathroom door. She gasped, crawling toward the spigot and turning the shower water off.
"Hey Meryl! Milly asked me to come and check on you to see if you were doing ok!" Vash blinked and put his ear to the door of the bathroom. "Meryl? Are you all right?" He knocked once more, waiting for a reply.
Meryl opened the shower door and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her petite body. She grabbed her brush and began to brush her hair vigorously. "Yes! I'll be there in a minute! J-just give me a sec! ." Her heart was beating fast; hoping that Vash wouldn't open the door on her. Meryl grabbed her robe and wrapped it around herself. She set the brush down at the sink and swung open the door hitting Vash in the face.
"Ack!" He yelled before falling back on the floor. Meryl jumped, surprised and mad at the same time. "Hey! What do you think you were doing by my bathroom door, you pervert!?" she screamed looking down at him holding his nose.
"Oh nothing, just come to see if you were still here." He groaned holding his nose. "Arg! I think its bleeding!" he whined. Meryl sighed, quickly grabbing a rag and wetting it. She helped Vash to the bed and sat him down, then placed the cool cloth on his nose.
"Here, try to be careful next time. You're such an idiot."
Vash whined again, holding the towel to his nose and sighed with relief. Meryl felt a little awkward after hitting him with the door. Then again it wasn't her fault, it's not like she could see through the door or anything. She kind of felt bad for not saying sorry and jumping all over him like that. Meryl glanced over at Vash, who seemed to have a serious face like something bad had happened. He looked down at her and smiled, deciding to break the moment of silence between them.
"So, do you feel better after your shower?" He asked moving the towel away to see how bad his nose was bleeding, then reapplying it.
Meryl placed her arms over her midriff looking down on the floor. "Huh? Oh yea, I feel a lot better. Thanks for asking."
Vash removed the towel from his nose and placed it on the night stand. "Meryl, I don't think you and Milly should follow me any longer . . . " he mumbled, standing and heading toward the door. Meryl's eyes quickly shot up at Vash, standing as well. She blocked his path and shot him a stern look.
"Oh no you don't! You're not going to get out of this one! I have strict orders to make sure th-"
Vash interrupted her by hugging her instantly, shifting around so that her head rested on his chest. Meryl's eyes grew wide and her face became red. Why was he holding her like this? Why did she feel like she does now? She felt warm and protected in his hold. She was so close to him she could hear his heartbeat. Meryl clutched his trenchcoat, melting into his embrace.
"I don't want you or Milly to be caught in the crossfire of my reckless behavior." He held her tighter as though he was protecting her from something or someone. "I don't want you guys to be killed because of me. I want you to leave. Leave and don't look back."
Meryl was almost in tears. She tightened her grip on his trenchcoat and closed her eyes.
"Vash, I don't want you to worry about me. I can take care of myself. I know you didn't forget that I was 'Derringer Meryl' did you? The last thing I want you to worry about is me." Vash set his chin on her head slightly smelling the scent of her wet and matted hair. It had a strawberry and lime smell. That smell was like heaven to him. Vash pulled away from her and looked down. His green eyes met her dark blue ones in a deep trance. It felt like the few moments that they looked into each other's eyes was an eternity. Like nothing else in the world mattered but them. Vash moved his hand down to Meryl's waist, pulling her a little closer. Meryl turned a deeper red when he pressed her against him securely.
Meryl grunted and broke away from his grasp a little self-conscious. "Um, Wow! I'm getting a little tired and umm I have a lot to do tomorrow." Meryl rushed around the room to make sure her clothes were laid out for tomorrow. "Can you tell Milly that I'm really sorry and I need to get some rest and that I will eat tomorrow morning?"
Vash blinked a little dumbfounded from her sudden reaction. He understood how Meryl was feeling and decided to trust in her. It was true that in the past she hadn't had problems defending herself. Why did he worry about her now? Even he didn't know what was going on in that moment of hidden love and passion. Vash rubbed the back of his head and grinned "Sure, I'll make sure she knows. If you need anything I'm right next door. Goodnight Meryl!" He yelled letting out that oh so funny laugh.
Vash walked to the door and closed it behind him. The young man muttered to himself while hitting his head as headed down to his room. "Nice going Vash." He growled to himself. In the living room Milly had fallen asleep on the couch after reading about five pages of her book. Vash shook his head and tiptoed into the living room so as not to wake Milly. He took a nearby blanket and covered her with it and walked out of the living room.
Vash opened his room door and flicked on the light. It was a very boring room too, not to mention a tad junky. He whipped off his red trenchcoat tossing it onto a nearby chair and took a shower belting out the lyrics to a song he had heard from earlier at the saloon. After he was done, he left the bathroom drying his hair with a towel making it a little staticy. Vash tossed the towel behind him and he threw on his nightwear and sat on the bed Indian style.
He did his nightly/daily three second meditation and got into the bed. Forgetting that the light was still on, he had attempted a 'clap on clap off' method and after a good five minutes he gave up. Vash shuffled over to the door and flipped the switch off. He laid in his bed for a good 10 minutes thinking of random thoughts before closing his eyes and drifting off to a semi-deep sleep.
Outside, an eerie wind blew through the night. A man's figure being luminated by the fifth moon watched the small little cabin anxiously. His eyes were grim and sharp fixed on that one spot. The knife in his hands was flipped back and forth constantly as he counted in his head and looked at his watch. A suspicious grin crept across his face, beginning to stand.
"I finally found you, Vash the Stampede." The man let out a small, demented chuckle that gradually turned into a cackle of pure evil. He jumped from the roof and landed on the ground with ease and cracked his neck and letting out a sigh of relief. As he walked to the cabin, an untrained observer could see multiple cuts along his arm and wrist that were rather disturbing. On his arm multiple intersecting scars read 'VASH MUST DIE.' Most of them were fresh plus dripping with blood and some were created about a week ago or less. Only one or two were scabbing over out of 20.
The man was completely dressed in black and a rather long trench coat flapped in the wind. He was also wearing big boots outlined with spikes at the end of them to complete the ensemble. As he approached the cabin, the same crazed smile spread across his face. He tucked the knife into his shirt sleeve and set one foot on the porch.
"Now the fun can begin." He mumbled, looking in the direction of Meryl's room.
"I can get you to do anything now. I can make you suffer and make your inner soul bleed uncontrollably with fear." He moved to Meryl's window, cutting it out of its frame with the knife. The window quietly popped out with ease as he stood up, looking though the open window at Meryl who was sleeping soundly in her oversized night shirt. He jumped in through the window landing on his feet making a thump sound on the floor. Meryl shot up from her bed pulling the blankets over herself, griping it tightly.
"Who's there?" she asked looking around the room. The man smirked sadistically at Meryl's fear and clueless content. He remained in the dark corner waiting for the right moment to attack. Meryl sat there trembling under the down comforter. She slipped out of bed, beginning to rake through her dresser to get a flashlight. The dark figure switched corners quickly as Meryl turned the light on, shooting the flashlight near his direction. Clumsily, she had hit the wall gasping clapping her hand over her mouth so as not to wake Vash or Milly. The frightened woman eased toward the chair where her pistols lay, arming herself for a possible assault. The lack of light in the room made he more and more nervous every second. She stopped at the window feeling the wind from an outside blow at the back of her neck sending a sudden chill through her body. Meryl bit her lip and decided to scan the room with the flashlight once more. The beam of light slid along the floor, coming to a halt as it met the boot. Her breathing became quicker as the flashlight moved up and it revealed the stranger's face. The man's eyes were a piercing amber color and his signature smile was etched across his face.
"Hello, beautiful." He chuckled softly
Meryl dropped the flashlight in shock and rushed toward her pistols grabbing one and pointing it in his direction. The man flew over her slamming her to the floor making her yell out and drop the gun as he lifted his foot and crushed it into pieces. She tried to scream but his gloved hand was clamped tightly over her mouth. His face became more menacing and demented as he leaned toward her ear. Meryl scrambled under him trying to wiggle out until she heard the man's voice floating into her ear.
"Don't scream or struggle please. I really don't want to kill you . . . yet. Make this easier on me please and don't move."
In a panic Meryl lifted her leg slamming it between the man's legs. He grunted getting off of Meryl as she crawled from under him over to the chair grabbing another derringer from her trenchcoat. She spun around and pointed it at the approaching menace.
"Don't move or I'll shoot." She stated with her heart beating a mile a minute trying not to panic and keep aim. Her thumb pulled back the hammer with ease keeping it aimed on the target "Are you gonna shoot are not?" Ask the man, approaching her more.
"Don't move!" She commanded with her hand shaking violently, fighting with her nerves in an attempt to keep it still. The man grew impatient starting to run towards her direction. He slammed her into the wall with the gun into his gut. She pulled the trigger firing into his stomach, gasping at the blood rushing on her hands. The derringer dropped to the floor, while her eyes shifted up to the man's face that looked as though nothing had even touched him. The bullet was stuck in his side, missing a vital part of the body.
"Who----who are you?" she choked out hearing the blood drip to the floor into a small puddle beneath her barefeet. He shifted touching his stomach with his hand withdrawing blood from the wound and began lapping it up.
"Jack. My name is Jack McAllen." He replied. Meryl's eyes widened added with an attempt to scream but nothing had come out. Jack reached into his pocket, pulling out a note with his blooded hand. Stained with blood, he placed the note carefully on Meryl's dresser . He swiftly turned back around at the cowering woman approaching her with no fear. She didn't want to go this way, she was a strong woman, but she did not know what to do in this kind of situation. As Jack got closer his gloved hand, he reached out towards her face. Was this it? Had she gotten weaker or just stupider. She let out a weak scream muffled by the rag over her mouth and nose. The body of the young woman fell limp falling to the floor with a thud. Jack let out a grin and lifted Meryl's body and placed it over his shoulder shuffling towards the window.
"It begins, Vash The Stampede."
TO BE CONTINUED
Review please. Thanks. ^o_o^
WitchHunterRaven