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On with Chap #3! (I don't own Trigun still. Bah)

Chapter Three-A Murderer/Rapist?

You can say, 'Oh shit' now." He said with a smirk on his face. I could tell the tall freak was eying me. But he was sitting on me and had my arms pinned, so there was nothing I could do.

Except for scream my lungs out.

So I took a big breath and did so.

" HELP! THERE'S A CRAZY GUY IN MY HOUSE!" The tall guy was really paranoid about the police finding him, so when I yelled he flipped out and started to twitch all over. " SOMBODY HE-"

" Don't yell!" He said he started to sweat. "Please don't!" He had covered my mouth with one hand and was leaning on my arm to keep it still. But his face was really to close to mine. And I was very claustrophobic.

So I bit his hand.

Hard.

" Oww!" He yelped in a high girly voice and looked at his hand. But I didn't have time to think about it. Now was my chance to go tell the cops about this rapist or thief or whatever the hell he was.

" Get off me you freak!" I yelled. And with one hand free, I was able to give him a hard punch right in the face.

" That hurt!" He whined now holding his injured face.

'Was it not supposed to?' I as I pulled myself out from under the blond freaks weight. I stood up and made a dash for the door. But I was just opening the door when the guy grabbed me from behind on my waist. I looked back to get a clear view so I could give him another punch, but when I turned around, I saw a nasty, bloodied, broken, blue eyed face staring back at me.

I wouldn't punch that if you paid me to.

" Sorry, but I can't let you go and have you tell the police about me." He said as he as he closed the door and held me tighter. I struggled to get out of his death grip, but to no avail. He held fast. " Oh and by the way." He said as he pulled me back from the door, " I need my gun back." He shut the door with his foot and started to walk back to the kitchen. " I guess I'll have to get it from you since, if I let you give it to me you'd shoot my head off. He wiped blood off his face and shoved a hand down into my back pocket. Making sure to touch my butt as much as possible as he did so.

Definitely serial rapist.

After what seemed like 20 minuets, he pulled the gun out of my pocket and shoved it into his holster. " Heh..uh…sorry I had to do that." He said with a half smirk half smile on his face.

" No you aren't you sick perv!" I said struggling even more to get free. " Once I get outta here I'm gonna fill you full of lead!" I said, as I was able to kick him with the back of my foot in the shin.

"Urk!" He cried and winced. " Well… Then, I'll…just have to…make sure you…. don't ever…. get out…" He said thorough clenched teeth.

I instantly stopped struggling and remembered the gun. He was a crazed killer all right.

H slung me over his shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes and limped around the kitchen looking for something. I couldn't make a break for it now; if I did he would shoot me in the back. He was definitely faster than I was.

" Hey," He said stopping, "Do you have a rope around here?"

Did he really think I was stupid?

" Why would I-"

" Oh, never mind." He said bending over behind on of the stoves. " I found one." He unwound the rope and started to tie it around my ankles, and my mind instantly started to race. I didn't know what to do now. I tried everything. But then a light in my mind went up.

But I could try to talk him out of it.

He seemed stupid enough to fall for it. Which got me thinking again.

'Funny.' I thought. 'He seems so familiar for some reason….'

" Hey..uh…sir?"

"Huh?"

" I…uh…have a lot of money…. so…. maybe…uh…" I sucked at barging; it was always one strait price for me. But how was I supposed to put a price on my life/virginity?

" I'll give you fifty thousand double dollars for you to go away." After I said it, realized how stupid it sounded. But he might go for it.

" Nope, sorry." He said after he finished the knot on my legs. " Do you have any scissors?" This guy had a one-track mind. He wouldn't be distracted by anything he wanted to do was done. Whatever that was.

" Uh." I might as well lie. "No."

"Hm.." He thought out loud as he scratched his yellow head. " I guess I'll have to use my teeth then." He bit down hard on the one and a half inch wide rope and ripped it in two. I stared un-blinking and a bit twitchy and the red- coated-man, as he picked out a piece of rope from out of his apparently pointy sharp teeth.

Either the red coat and the pointy teeth are signs that he's the devil, or from hanging up side down to long I was starting to hallucinate.

Maybe his killer/rapist nickname was the Devil?

"Okay." He said as he lifted me off his shoulder and put me on a chair. " Please don't move, you'll get hurt." He started to tie the rest of the rope around my wrists and waist containing me to the chair. "I should have just left. Then I wouldn't have to deal with this. Man, I hate violence." He muttered quietly thinking I had not heard him.

" What?" I thought aloud loudly. He gave me a strange look and continued to work on his tying skills. I decided to keep my thoughts to myself. ' How can he be a pacifist? Maybe he's just a thief or something. But he would have just run away when I came home.' I looked up at my blond haired captor who had gotten one hand stuck in a big knot. 'Maybe he was telling the truth about just being hungry. But then why would he be so paranoid about the police? Is he from the Looney bin or something?'

But suddenly my mind clicked. I knew who it was.

I didn't believe it, but it was true.

Standing in front of me was the mad-town-destroying-crazed-donut-eating-fruitcake I had thought that never existed.

The man that destroys cities and kills no one.

" Vash The Stampede." I said aloud. He turned back and looked at me with his blueish greeneyes. It was all business now. " So you really do exist. I've never really heard of you, and when I did you sounded like a made up fantasy. " He looked at me wide eyed and his jaw dropped.

" Are…you…serious?" He said getting close towards my face. " Are you really serious?" He put his hand on the table and got right up in my face. " You didn't think I existed? You never heard of me? You've never seen the towns I supposedly destroyed?"

" No." I said quietly. Vash's eyes bulged and he dropped down to the floor and started to pull out his hair and scream.

" I could have avoided all of this!" He said and started to bang his head on the floor. "I…Am…Such…An…IDIOT!" He said between banging's.

" I'll drink to that." I muttered under my breath as I watched the great stampede knocking his brains out. But a little worry in the back of my mind was screaming as well. ' You set him off! He'll blow your town up!' But I shook it off.

" Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!" He was still banging his head on the floor and it was starting to make a dent. He obviously needed therapy. And I had to intervene before he banged his head through the floor and we both fell into the basement.

" Hey! Stop it!" Iyelled over his self name-calling. But he didn't even look at me. He kept banging his head on the floor. He might have even started to bang his head harder. " Alright then." I told myself. "Lets try a different approach." I looked behind me. The marble counter edge was very sharp, and very hard. Sometimes I even scratched myself if I wasn't careful. It would work. 'If he cares so much about people as my friends say he does, I might prevent him from killing my floor and get myself outta here." I started to rock back and forth in the chair. ' Teacher said rocking back in forth would eventually get your head cut open.'

My chair started to fall back, and I closed my eyes.

Then nothing.

Oh finally done! –Sigh- that took forever. I can't believe the bad luck. I wonder if my story is any good. Did it get worse? Better? No change? Oh well! I'll try harder next time! See you later in:

Chapter Four-The Deal – special preview to make up for tardiness-

Roni sat up in her bed and looked at me. " What do you exactly have in mind?" She asked curious.

" I have a deal to propose." I said in all seriousness. She looked away and cringed. Maybe her head was hurting more. " Hey are you okay?" I asked as I sat down on her bed.

" Fine." She said coolly. " It's just that when you say propose, I think of weddings, and when I think of weddings, I think of wedding nights, and when I think of wedding nights I think of what I thought you were going to do to me before I knew you were Vash the Stampede."

" Oh." I said a bit surprised. But naughty images quickly filled my mind. And I grinned stupidly.

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