Hello dear readers. Thanks for the comments. Here's another short one, clocking in at under 300 words.
"Vash! It's for your own good!"
Since when did he know anything about "good." Knives stood over his brother who was currently bound and lying on the floor. Vash turned his head and could see the insurance girls against the wall, bound in a similar manner.
Vash looked up at his brother. "NO! I REFUSE!" He tried to get away, but his restraints were too much for him.
Knives lowered his face so that he was a breath away from his brother. "You don't have a choice." He turned and retrieved a small bottle from a cabinet. Knives chuckled. "Even Rem thought it was a good idea." Under his breath, he added, "I never thought I'd agree with her…" Vash could feel the terror mounting in the girls.
As Knives slowly made his way back, he cringed. He didn't want to be like his brother! He didn't want to see things like his brother! He didn't want to be the same!
His brother returned and straddled Vash. He brought a small piece of metal to Vash's mouth, forcing his jaw open. Vash screamed, but Knives dropped the pills in anyway. Vash tried to spit them out, but Knives forced them down. The bottle rolled away from the struggling twins.
It rolled towards the girls. Meryl could just make out the label. The bottle was old, the kind they used before the Fall. It must have been terrible stuff if Vash didn't want to take it so badly. A shiver ran up her spine. Clearly printed on the bottle was one word: Ritalin.