Iris slept for what seemed like an eternity. She tried to open her eyes, but they seemed to be sealed shut.
Why can't I wake up?
Iris was beginning to panic. All these memories were flashing before her. Painful memories, ones she hadn't thought of for some time. She woke up, startled and sweaty. It was dark outside and the moonlight could barely be seen through the window. She felt the soft blanket around her body and knew at once she was in a bed. Memories of a man named Fred flooded Iris' thoughts. Iris got up and out of the bed. From somewhere in the house, Iris heard voices. Two men were talking in the room next door. The house was one story and feelings of home came back to Iris. The house had one of those smells that you never forget and a feelings that made you feel safe. It had been a while since Iris felt that way. Traveling in an endless desert had its own effects. Iris decided it was time to leave. She uncovered herself in the darkness and stood up.
CRREEECCKKK!
The floor was made out of wood and the noise echoed throughout the house.
Damn, just what I needed, a house of wooden floors. Iris couldn't help but smile.
"What was that?"
Iris had forgotten about the men in the next room. She froze and listened to the men.
"It was nothin. I swear it. They're probably rats or something."
Iris recognized that voice. It was Fred, the man that found in the desert. The voice he was talking to had a sinister voice. He sounded so harmless that it was dangerous. Iris felt goose bumps go up and down her body. She looked down and realized that she wasn't wearing any clothing.
That damn perverted man. I knew he wanted more then just helping me!
The moons were high up and light streamed inside the tiny room. Iris looked straight ahead from were she stood and noticed a small wooden dresser. Her clothing were neatly stacked along with her two guns. She quietly dressed herself as the two men continued to talk in the next room
"Where is he headed?"
"They...they say he's headed this way...that he should be here in a few weeks." Fred seemed scared for some reason.
"Knowing him, he should be here earlier then that. Give it a few days. We have to stop him before he reaches July."
Iris finished dressing herself in her usual clothing of black pants and blue shirt. It felt a little odd wearing clothing like hers in a house that felt like home. Iris grabbed both of her guns and tucked them neatly behind her back. She loved her guns, they were the only thing that connected her with Vash. To much thinking.
I have to get out of here.
Like a professional robber, Iris sneaked over to the window and opened it. It was still dark, with the moons hangings in the sky. The same car that Iris had arrived in was parked on the side of the house. She sat in the driver's side of the seat and looked around. There were no lights coming from July just the shadows of the buildings. The car was easy to start up without keys. Easy for someone who grew up in a space ship named SEEDS. Iris drove off into the endless night.
Fred ran outside at the sound of a car turning on. The man he was talking to slowly walked towards Fred.
"Who was that?"
Fred slowly turned around.
"It's a woman I found wandering the desert."
"What is this woman's name?"
". . . . Iris."
". . So, that is Iris."
The sinister man pulled out a silver gun and pointed it at Fred.
"No, wait-"
The smell of gun smoke filled the air and everything became silent. A man from far away could be heard laughing a joyous laugh.
Iris didn't even bother to look back. She just stared ahead at the city that was getting closer and closer.
Vash. . .why did you die? Why? I . . miss you so much. The only thing I can do is kill Knives for you. After that I don't care what happens to me. Iris wiped a tear away from her eyes. I'm sorry Rem, but I have to do this for you. . and Vash.
It was quiet that night. Nothing moved, nothing stirred. The city of July was a silent ghost town.