Chapter 3-The Gunslinger's Promise
I knew that we having a little trusting issue with each other, because of that little issue close to right outside of town. What pair of best friends doesn't? I asked myself.
Though, I know it's still no reason to kill a kid even if he is a part of the Gun-Ho Guns, but he was right in this instant. The kid would've killed all of us if Wolfwood hadn't shot him first. That's why I am looking for him, I thought. I want to tell him he was right in this situation and I was wrong.
"Wolfwood?" I called out into the street.
Weird. Why isn't he responding? I asked myself. He normally does even if he's pissed off at me.
Since I had surveyed the place the day before, I walked straight into the church. It was a long shot, but I did it anyway. "Wolfwood?"
That's when I saw him near the front of the church face down. Oh, my God! Please, don't let him be dead or dieing! I thought to myself.
I don't even remember running to him or even kneeling down next to him. "Wolfwood," I said again as I had turned him over and saw the bullets so punctured his front side.
"Vash…" he said in a solemn whisper as he gently opened his eyes. "Is that you?"
"Yeah," I said as tears started to blur my vision. "I'm right here, Wolfwood."
"Before I die," he said, "I need you to promise me something."
"You're not going to die, because it's not that bad," I instated.
"Promise me, you'll take good care of Millie, the baby she's carrying, Meryl, and do whatever you have to do to Knives to make him stop what he is doing," Wolfwood replied as his breathing started falter and his voice shook with every word.
"I promise," I said as I felt tears go down my face. Later it will register that Millie's having a baby and that he knows of or is acquainted with Knives.
He gasped for another more breath. "And Vash, there's one more thing," he said as he started to drift towards unconsciousness forever.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Take care of yourself," Wolfwood said. " Or how would you do all the rest?" He took in his final and last breath of living before he passed.
I set him gently on the floor as my anger and grief swelled up inside me. I stood, walked over to his Cross Punisher, and picked it up. Then I turned to pick up my best friend.
He would want to be buried, I thought. I can tell Millie and Meryl later, because I just need to do this alone and be alone for a little awhile. That way I can figure out a way to tell Millie and Meryl that I don't want them with me anymore.