+Newfound Glory+

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Newfound Glory

Chapter 4: Loosing My Religion

"'I stared down at the golden ring, which . . . had been tainted with my wrongs, with my sins. I felt like loosing my religion right there.'"

[* Meryl's POV*]

I followed him outside the bar. What is on this idiot's mind? Doesn't he notice that it's raining? I knew in my heart that this is beginning to look more than a way to get Nicholas jealous

'You shouldn't associate with others outside the Org. '

He's right, I shouldn't. I'd get them arrested, or worse. I regain concentration, and saw that he stopped at a nearby park, looking up at the grayish raining sky. Tears were falling, and he was soaking wet. His eyes were red, like something had beaten him inside. I saw in my hand his umbrella, and I felt like a fool not offering it to him. I walked slowly to him even when instinct told me not to.

"You should give up the good girl gimmick. It isn't working." I stood there, bewildered. What in the hell was he saying?

"C'mon, who are you really? How did you really know Rem? You've been talking about how close you 2 were, so answer me. Where'd you get her ring? Are you her assassin? Did you get it from a pawn shop?"

He was throwing questions to me, like an officer interrogating a felon. I stood there in amazement. He had read all of my emotions like a book, all the worst fears of him finding out. dear God he knows that I'm her assassin. Every second with him standing there seemed like an eternity. I stared down at the golden ring, which lost its shine since the day started. It had been tainted with my wrongs, with my sins. I felt like loosing my religion right there. Slowly he turned around and faced me. The look in his eyes changed. He stared at me with anger, with so many mixed emotions that I couldn't tell them apart. I backed slowly, and he came forward, like a cat waiting to prance on his prey. I found myself against a tree and I saw that he was coming closer. I waited for the inevitible. I knew it was the end. I heard him stop in front of me.

"You bitch. I hope you rot in hell for what you've done." I smirk, and face him with an empathic look on my face

"To me, this is hell," I replied. Suddenly, I felt a pain on my cheek. He had slapped me. That son of a bitch slapped me. This time, I had an emotionless expression on my face. Damn him.

"Get away from me, before I change my mind," he answered. He pushed me away and faced me with tears in his eyes. It had pained him to realize that he was letting me go. "Don't be expecting any cops tonight. I'm keeping my word . . ."

"Why are you letting me go," I inquired. What does that stupid bastard have up his sleeve? He just stared in the direction that he once faced me in.

"Just go."

I ran far that day. I tried to run from the pain that somehow stained me . . .

+ Meanwhile at St. George's Mental Institute +

A man with awful taste in clothes pulls up at St. George's Hospital. He gets out of his car to hear a faint, but sinister voice in his head.

'Legato.so we meet again. Please, hurry to the 8th floor. And make it quick. Soon, it'll be one of my brother's monthly visits.'

The man now known as Legato sighs, and looks directly at the building with disgust.

'I want my payment. My top assassin has completed her job, and I would like to see that she gets well compensated for the attack-'

'Yes, your assassin, she's just the person I wanted to talk about.'

Whatever this mad man was talking about Legato wasn't sure. His cousin, Meryl, had become a nervous wreck during the past week. Assuming it was because she has not received her payment, Legato decided to collect it personally. He could not afford to loose the top assassin of his Organization. And so, he headed into the building, uncertain of what he would find.

A/N:

Thanks to all of those who had put up with me during my major writer's block and my production of my new fic 'See You L8er Space Cowboy'. For all the Cowboy Bebop fans out there, or for anyone who's curious, please check it out ^_^. And, about this fic: PLEASE R/R! Flames will be accepted if accompanied by a VALID REASON GAWD DAMNIT!!! CHEESE AND CRACKERS PPL!!! LOL, sorree bout that. I've been kinda on the messed up side l8tly. You should see me @ skool ^_^. On second thought. . . maybe not. Oh well, please R/R. L8er!

Since. Angelik Nikole