Newfound Glory
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun. The only thing of this story that I own is the plot of the story (how it flows).
Chapter 5:
Obsession
"I prefer my cousin and I just stick to what the Org really is: a band of paid assassins. We're not a brothel, Mr. Knives, and I don't intend on turning it into one anytime soon."
"I can tell you are wondering why your assassin, that cousin of yours, aren't you Legato," the mad man inquired.
All I knew of this man was that he was crazy, delusional, and possibly a serial killer at heart...in my opinion. It puzzles me how this delusional man strapped in strait jackets knew about my organization. I still don't understand why he had specifically asked that his future sister-in-law, Republican Rem Saverem, be killed by the Org's top assassin...and he even asked her by her birth name. Damn Meryl, what did you do now?
Now, she's probably off somewhere, trying to control that mysterious mental breakdown she had, while I'm here at St. George's, secretly frightened because I now see for the first time, a damned soul. A soul that neither heaven nor hell wants...a soul left in this earth to cause pain and bring grief upon houses. A soul named Knives. Mister Knives, whom he likes to be called. No recorded last name. I study his eyes, and I realize he's still waiting for a response from me.
"My assassin has done her job. It has now been an entire week since the target was killed, and yet you haven't paid us the amount promised in full. I am not here to question why the assasin or target, but to get my money."
An evil smile forms on his lips. In a couple of seconds, a manic laughter roars through the room. I try not to react to this madness, a madness I don't even comprehend.
"I have decided to cut a deal with you, Legato Bluesummers. I have decided to cut a deal."
He looks out of the window and smiles, leaving me just pieces of the puzzle to put together.
"I will double my original bid of one million dollars to two million...if two things are done."
Two million dollars? This man is crazy, yet rich. He sees my look of interest, and smiles again.
"One, your assassin spends the night with me, pleasuring me in any way I see fit."
Meryl…spend a night with this crazy man? I stood there, dumb folded…my cousin's dignity or two million dollars?
"And two, after the night is over, she terminates another target…Rem Saverem's fiancé. She should know who he is."
A smile forms on his lips, and all I can do is stare. This is too much for me to swallow…just too much. My cousin is about to be given to the lions…but with the money we can spend it however we wish and build the Org into a multimillion-dollar corporation.
"Well, Mr. Bluesummers…what shall you do? Your cousin's about to lose her dignity…but is her dignity actually worth two million dollars? Would you sell her out like that? My oh my, the pressure must be building up within you. Your cousin or your empire, which shall you choose?
Silence…silence kills.
"I prefer my cousin and I just stick to what the Org really is: a band of paid assassins. We're not a brothel, Mr. Knives, and I don't intend on turning it into one anytime soon."
"Touching, but that still doesn't answer my question, Mr. Bluesummers."
He's right; I'm just trying to find ways to avoid having to answer. For my answer will reveal the real demon within me…it'll show where Meryl, my cousin, my sister…where she really stands in my life. I turn around and head for the door, but a briefcase slides towards me. Conveniently, it opens up to show the briefcase is full of money.
"What time tonight, Mr. Knives?"
To Be Continued…
A.N- It's BEEN AWHILE! HEY PEOPLE! Well, after almost a 2 year hiatus, I've decided to start writing fanfiction again to pass time. So please, leave a comment for this. It'll help me out a lot if you did. Flames are welcome, so long as there some sort of reason for it. We're trying to make constructive criticism here. Take cares!
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