I couldn't believe it. One day and I had FOUR MORE REVIEWS! I about passed out. This is how it happened: I walk inside from a long day at high school and sit at the computer. 'I wonder if I got another review…' I think as the Internet flashes on before my eyes. I look under My Favorites in the folder Stories and click on the Trigun Bleeding Sun button. The site blinks on and I hit my head on the keyboard in a daze. "NO WAY!" I shout in excitement to see four more reviews than merely 24 hours ago. "That's it!" I say determinably as I turn on my good thinking music "I'M GONNA GIVE THESE PEOPLE AN EARLY CHAPTER!" I shout in joy.
Hooray my people, hooray.
Ch. 3 What Once Was Evil
Ten strangely dressed people gathered around Knives as he walked in the door exasperated.
"He just won't listen…" Knives said sadly to his comrades. Legato Bluesummers, a blue-headed man wearing a white coat and bore a missing arm, stepped towards Knives reproachfully. Knives collapsed onto his reading chair and ignored their presence.
"Sir…" Legato did a small bow and stepped back into the crowd. Knives seemed startled by their appearance and looked up expectantly.
"One is missing…" He said slowly. The others looked down and Midvalley shook his head.
"I'm afraid he has died…" Midvalley spoke solemnly of their purple clad friend with the yellow visor and giant guns strapped to each arm. Every time a member had become deceased it was impolite to speak or write their name. Knives gave a heavy sigh.
"Did your visit end badly again Sir?" E. G. Mine asked with sarcasm unintentionally in his words. His enormous spiked shield guarded his small frame, but his voice was loud and almost annoying with the natural sarcasm tainting his words.
"Yes, Eugene, it was horrible. He thinks this is his planet and the humans are like spiders. I couldn't convince him otherwise."
"You brought up Rem Saverem again, didn't you?" Rai-dei asked. Knives nodded. The group looked at each other and back at Knives. Millions smiled when an idea hit him.
"I was watching him. A woman gave him a package and she is still living right now! Vash didn't kill her, and do you know what that means?" All eyes were cast onto Dominique.
Vash looked at the small pile of dirt that was lying by his head. It was a wander he didn't inhale it and choke in his sleep. The great Vash The Stampede… killed by dust. What a way to go out. Vash pushed his achy bones from the hard wood floor and stood up. He brushed off his black coat, which for some funny reason seemed to attract every last piece of dirt in the room. He stretched and pushed his hair back up to its usual spiky self.
He suddenly remembered Knives and looked to the spot on his bed that the treacherous man had been sitting. With inhuman speed his swung his hand up and pointed his finger like a gun at the bed.
"Bang." He whispered childishly. He jumped out the second story window and into the street. People screamed and ran into houses and buildings in fear and he smiled to himself while walking from the town. He reached into his bag and pulled out the day old donuts and happily downed them and threw out the box. He looked at the card that had been inside and read it with somewhat interest.
"One… zero… one Damin Road… Augusta." He said very gradually. He leisurely pushed the card into his pocket and smirked. "So be it. Next stop: Augusta." He said to himself lazily.
Augusta was a fine city. Buildings were large and plentiful, and the only thing bigger than the city was the mountain with a windmill behind it. Vash smiled as he walked down to the largest building with a grin plastered onto his face.
"What an outstanding building!" He said rather cheekily. He recalled that harpy of a women saying that she worked for the Insurance Company. Vash looked at the Bernadelli Insurance Society's doors and laughed. His picture was posted onto them and a warning beneath it.
"A localized disaster, am I now? Well I'm in the vicinity of this building, so I suppose I should cause a 'disaster', eh?" He cackled and entered the building cheerfully. The minute he stepped inside the hundreds of workers by the front desk disappeared. He walked bouncily to the desk and rang the bell. He could hear a woman groaning in horror beneath the desk. He rang the bell a few more times and sighed.
"Oh well, I guess I should just get rid of this place and leave. Nobody seems to be here anyway…" He said mockingly to the "empty" desk. The girl quietly squeaked and began sobbing. Vash leaned over the desk and looked at the tiny woman upside-down.
"Well what do we have here?" He laughed. "And I thought this place was deserted! Can you tell me where somebody is?" He said. The woman stood and stared at him with frightened eyes. She nodded witheringly. Vash pulled the card from his coat and handed it to her.
"You see this? First I have to say: a localized disaster? You couldn't come up with anything more… original? I mean you make my sound like an uncontrollable animal. Or maybe… you people think of me like that?" He asked with curious eyes.
"I-I'm sorry… But I don't come up with the names! I just check people in and help them…" she said with an annoyingly high pitched voice. She seemed rather ditsy. Vash shrugged and began cleaning out his ear with his pinky.
"Oh well. Another thing, those two girls, Meryl and Milly, can you tell me where I can find them?"
"They are supposed to be posting warnings in the sev- six cities. I don-don't know where they are specifically…" She said. Vash nodded and began walking from the building. The woman bowed and sighed in relief. The Stampede laughed and the minute he had walked out the doors he turned to the company and transformed his arm into the Angel Arm.
"Don't you think that's kind of rude?" a female voice interrupted his charging and Vash looked over his shoulder at the long-haired woman wearing a white coat. The Typhoon's arm shook and he turned to see Dominique the Cyclops staring at him.
"Good day Mr. Stampede."