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Remember to visit my website for accompanying art! Link at bottom of each section: --------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER ELEVEN: BELIEVE IN UFOs "Did he do…all this to you?" Vash asked, his heart torn between anger and depression. Vanessa nodded slightly. "Funny thing, every one my fault completely," she murmured through gritted teeth, still panting and occasionally twitching strangely. Her hand left Knives' wrist and probed the supplies beside her. Tears were now flowing freely down Vash's face, a feeling so familiar it was practically second nature by this time. "But you're alive…Is there anyone else here who…who needs help?" he asked, looking around for a human not sliced into sections. Vanessa shook her head. "All dead. Horrible. Not as bad when can't see it," she added, faintly bitter. Her hand met a tiny jar of medicine. She held up the vial in the direction of his voice. "What does this say?" Vash felt Knives' neck for a pulse. "Um, insulin. What happened? To you? To him? Anything…?" She dropped the previous jar and held up another one. "This?" "Morphine. Answer me, Vanessa!" "Later. Now, need find anesthetics. Wake soon. Not good." She lifted more bottles for him to identify, until one's name rang the right chord in her memory. Unwrapping a syringe, she attempted to pop the needle into the bottle lid and fill it. Her hand shook enough to make these tasks too difficult. "I'll do it," Vash offered, making the motions for her. She snatched the full syringe from him and awkwardly fumbled it in her fingers while she tried to find a vein in his arm with the same hand. "My fault…I left…" she murmured, barely audible. Vash wiped the tears against his wrist and cleared his throat. He gently took the syringe from her and administered the drug to his unconscious brother. "Are you sure this is safe?" He heard her huff softly. "Won't kill. Only way." "Does it hurt to talk? You're in pain…your injuries, how many are there…how serious are they?" he asked, feeling his throat tighten again as he tossed the used syringe aside. He sniffed, and the sour smell of death hit his nostrils, reminding him of the more important questions. "I think I've got things guessed out, but could you tell me anyway? What happened in the desert, all these weeks? Did he bring you here to heal you after he tried to kill you?" She shook her head. "Forced him angel arm in sleep." "Was it an accident?" Again, she shook her head, and pointed to her eyes. 'His memories; I know plans now,' she mouthed silently. Pointing to Knives, she continued. 'Doesn't know I know.' "And it worked? But it hurt you in the process," he whispered, a combination of relief and concern. Vanessa nodded. "Will heal." Vash reached out and touched her face. "I want to take the burden from you now, okay? You've sacrificed enough." She didn't respond. Feeling Knives' pulse had lowered to into the right bracket, she slid her legs from beneath Knives' limp body and laid him gingerly on the floor. Shuffling over to a row of shelves in the far room, she indicated for Vash to follow. It was dark, and Vash pulled the string light. He read off the labels on the cases of medical supplies as she pointed. Vash drew out a cloth bag and began to fill it with the things she specified. They accumulated a massive quantity of syringes, anesthesia, adrenaline, extra wiring, and a monitor for heartbeat and brain activity. Vash received no answers regarding her own plans, but soon she began to reveal some of what she had learned. "He wants go to ships, after land. Try study technology, copy, steal, or build own ship, go to Earth kill human race. More thorough that way," she whispered, panting as though running a marathon. Clutching the full bag and monitor under the same arm, he helped Vanessa out of the hospital. Vash left her outside with Meryl while Millie went to fetch the mini hummer. He dropped the supplies beside them, rushed back inside, and carried Knives out. Meryl shivered. "You must be joking," she hissed, eyes wide with fear. "We can't leave him here," Vash replied. "Vanessa, do you have a plan from here?" She nodded slowly. "Take me, him, supplies to cave. Will hold him with drugs. Sedate till ships long gone." "No." Vash knelt beside her and gave her an awkward hug to avoid pressing into the bandaged areas. "If you stay, I will, too. Actually, you should escape, and I'll stay with him." Meryl rolled her eyes - half jealous, half disgusted. "For crying out loud…No one has to stay! Vanessa, you know all about these chemicals and medicines, right? Can't you keep him under such that you two can board the ships, and he won't wake up until the coast is clear?" Vanessa gritted her teeth. "Is chance, but…not sure…" "Well, we're going to try," Meryl responded, lifting herself to her feet as the mini hummer slowly approached. "Let's get out of here while we still can." "And go where?" Millie asked, jumping out of the mini hummer to help everyone aboard. She, too, shivered at the sight of Knives. "Turn the engine off!" Vanessa cried out suddenly, scrambling to stand. Startled, Millie, rushed back to turn the keys. The hummer shuddered to a silent halt. All became respectfully silent, watching Vanessa crane her neck towards what they themselves couldn't hear. Vanessa's arm raised and she pointed to what she heard. "They're here! That way!" "The ships? You can hear the rescue ships?" Millie whispered, excitement growing. "They're going to the same place? They'd go to the most populated city…Yes, it makes sense…They're headed for December!" Vash's face lit up, forgetting the dread which the ships brought alongside hope. Meryl nodded, smiling. "Yeah, December's about 80 iles in that direction! Let's go to December, then!" |
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