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Authors Note: Stupid Beta readers. Thinking that my fanfic is some kind of billboard. Well neways, hey guys. I AM SOOOOOO SORRY for not updating. I just had a bad writers block and stuff and then I got bored with it and though no one really read it due to lack of reviews so reviews really count people. So please review, it inspires me and it just might make me update sooner so ya. This is a short chapter but has enough plop pushing. PS I'm older than the beta reader sooo ya. She's just stupid.
Beta's Note: I'm not completely dead yet, folks. I, Ice Cubes Junkie, have beta read this fic. It has been read and edited for your reading enjoyment. If you have any questions, comments, or flames, please direct them at the beta. I can take it, but the author is too young. It's not her fault!
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The light of the first sun beamed in through a small crack in the old building. A young woman groaned, closing her eyes tightly and wincing at the light. Meryl woke up in a most uncomfortable bed that had thin, moth-eaten sheets. She sat up, groaning and holding her side. She felt like something punched her quite violently. She carefully lifted up her shirt and touched a small red spot. "Where did this come from? Come to think of it, where the hell am I?" she asked. Judging by the early sunlight, she decided that she must have been asleep for at least five hours. Meryl looked over across the room to the tall steel door. She got out of bed and walk towards it. She grabbed the door knob and tried to turn it. It was locked. No, not locked, welded so that it wouldn't turn. Above the door knob was a small sliding window that you can look out of. Meryl sighed as she discovered that the slide could only be opened from the outside. Her eyes narrowed with realization that Jack had locked her in there and was making sure she wasn't getting out. "Damn him...what does he want with Vash?" she pondered, leaning against the door. Suddenly, she could hear footsteps outside. The petite girl scambled up from the door and backed away, sitting on the bed. The footsteps began to get louder. Outside the door, she could hear a few chains being unlocked and the small window was being drawn back. The dark eyes of a man looked though them, staring at her. She growled, fighting her fear so as not to show it to the enemy.
"So are you enjoying your stay, young Meryl?" Jack asked, leaning agaisnt the door. From the sound of it, it was like he was preparing dinner.
"Hardly." she answered, crossing her arms and not taking her eyes off the small window.
Jack laughed, continuing to make brunch for Meryl. "Are you going to eat this? I don't wanna waste my time if you're not going to eat. Oh, and you don't have to worry about poison. I have no desire to kill you...yet."
"I'll eat it, but something tells me it's going to taste like shit." Meryl was obviously hiding her fear or was being extremly brave. Jack shook his head, finally pouring some water for her to drink. There was a loud banging sound on the door when the bottom of the door opened towards Meryl. A silver tray slid in with a small sandwich and a cantine of water. "Bon Appetite." The gruff man laughed, closing the window and the bottom of the door. Meryl sat there on the bed, listening to the footsteps fade away.The raven haired girl sighed, running her fingers through her hair. She didn't want to eat the food, but she was getting extremly hungry. The food looked safe, and he did say he wasn't going to kill her...yet. She sighed, sitting on the floor and began to pick at the sandwiches. But the only thing that she could truely concentrate on was Vash. Was he going to save her? "He's not going to come...why would he come after me? At least he can move about destroying everything without me bitching about it and stuff." Meryl pushed the empty tray away, taking the cantine and drinking some of the water. It was warm, but she was still water nonetheless. "But Vash is such a nice and caring man...he thinks of others before himself...and I believe in him..I love him. Oh Vash." She pulled her knees to her chest, swinging the cantine on her arm and began to hum the song Vash loved so much.
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The bumpy and rough ride of the bus finally came to a stop, awaking the blond outlaw. Vash let out a big yawn before looking around to see why they stopped. As he looked around he noticed that the bus was empty, besides the driver. The bus driver turned around lowering his sunglasses, "Hey pal, Vondreek, this your stop now get lost. This ain't no hotel for broke travelers"
Vash laughed nervously a little embarassed that he let himself sleep that long. He grabbed his bag making his way to the front of the bus. "Thank you sir, I really appreciate this. I don't know how I would have gotten here so soon." Vash bowed to the man before stepping off the bus, watching it veer off back towards the desert. Vash stood there with the wind blowing thorugh his trenchcoat, taking out his sunglassses and placing them over his dark green eyes. The town that used to be the everloving active town of Vondreek was now a dead desolate grave.
He held his head, reliving the battle and recalling the men, women and children's lifeless bodies lying there battered, bruised and dead. He walked through the town, staring at the piece of paper. It had a map drawn on the back, but spattered blood covered most of it's contents.Step by step, he wandered through the dusty town until he approached a house that was undamaged. He walked up to the door, placing his hand on the smooth wooden frame. The building was fairly large, reminding one of a large saloon or hotel. He pushed the door open slowly and took a step forward into the house. Small bugs obviously called it home, showing it really was in poor keep. Vash turned his head side to side, staring around the house. "Hello? Is anyone here?" he asked loudly. He countinued down the narrow hallway, looking into open doors. Straight ahead he could see a staircase. After blinking a few times, he began to walk up. Seemingly small thumps of Vash's boots ecohed through the hall.
The lights began to flicker on and off, making a constant clicking noise. As he continued down the hall, a faint pounding could be heard. A hammer is what it sounded like, a very busy hammer at that. Vash wandered towards the cracked door, a few beams of light shooting from the sides of the door. Slowly, the outlaw placed his hand on the door, pushing it open seeing a man toil away on a knife. Looking around, he saw different types of metal. Some were horseshoes, others were wheels for a child's toy or a wagon. The man stopped, looking behind him. Noticing Vash for the first time, the man's expression quickly changed to an intense glare. His stance made the him temporarily freeze. The smirk that spread across the blacksmith's face was nothing short of terrifying. He put his hammer down, picking up a towel wiping away the sweat on his chest and face.
"So...you actually showed up."
"Why not? I am all for love and peace."
"When one's life is threatened, they flee as fast as they can from the danger. Those kind of men are called cowards. I hate cowards."
"Then I'm your man."
Jack smiled and shook his head stepping into the light. "I've never seen you in person before. Well, not close up, at least."
"Where is she?" Vash asked, removing his sunglasses. Jack threw the towel in a small little bin and sat down at a desk. "She's fine. I'm not gonna kill her. That is, I won't if you do exactly as I say. Come take, a seat and I'll explain."
Vash promptly sat in the chair in front of the desk. He had a serious look on his face, cautious and stiff. Any wrong move might just set a guy like Jack off, so he noted to be on his best behavior. "I'm going to send you on a mission. It's not going to easy and it's not going to be short. Now I'll give you about 5 days to do it. If you're not back by the sunrise of the 6th day, I'll kill your little sweetheart."
Vash growled, clenching his fists. "No! You can't do that!" Jack laughed, placing his hands on the desk. "Oh I think I can. I wouldn't try to sneak in and save her either. I'll slit her throat the minute the cameras see you in here without I was seeking. So...do we have a deal?"
Vash was trapped. He couldn't think of anything but saving Meryl's life. His fist began to shake from anger and uncertainty, keeping his eyes on the ground and sighed. His fist released and he looked up at the man.
"Alright, I'll do it....so what is it?"
Jack smiled, leaning back in his chair. He took out a picture from the upper drawer and put it on the desk and he slid it across so Vash could see.
"I want you to find this man and bring him here. I have some unfinished business with him that he refuses to acknowledge." Vash picked up the picture and stared at it. The man in it didn't look too bright nor attractive. In the picture, the man was sitting at the bar smoking and drinking. He had long, dark and dirty hair that fell across his back. Vash stuffed the picture in his pocket and stood up, positioning his sunglasses back over his eyes.
"Alright, I'll find your man. But you have to swear not to harm Meryl." Jack laughed, leaning forward and holding his hand out. Vash glared, a little suspicous. He swallowed his doubt and shook it with a firm grip. "You got yourself a deal." Jack laughed again, releasing his hand. Vash turned from Jack, walking towards the door. "Remember, Wonder Boy, if you're not back in 5 days, Meryl belongs to me." Vash balled his fist and closed the door behind him, painfully trekking outside as Jack's manic laughter echoed through the building.
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