I saw it all. Everything. It' was as if I watched from a bubble from above. I couldn't be down there, to much destruction. They fought likes dogs, with no recognition of each other at all. It was brutal and heartless. This was the only way to fight this it out. Even humanity itself did it. I pleaded that he would be okay. That no real harm would come to him.

Knowing that they were equally matched, knives pulled the trigger one more time and the man fell. Looking up desperately his brother pulled shot again and nothing. Again as he tried to shot, Knives kicked him forward onto his back. Knives transformed his arms guns ready to shoot.

Then the unspeakable happened, Knives was about to kill him. Both guns drawn. He's going to kill him! "No, Knives don't!" I screamed. I could only watch in horror. He looked up at me. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. He knew I did not approve. I peered to see the man in red raise his hand, only to slam it back down into the ground. The priest's cross! "Knives!"

It was too late.

He shot him.

The right leg, then left. His shoulders. This was the price he paid for the unforgivable sins he committed. It was for Knives had done. Not only the innocents, but Vash. He was tired as well from the pain, and torture Knives had put him through.

Was it truly fair? This wasn't right. I tired to free myself. I could feel the hot tears well up. Let me go Knives! By the last shot I gave up. There was nothing to do.

When it was finally done, I found myself earth bound once again and saw the man I loved on the ground full of bullet holes, on the verge of unconsciousness. Why couldn't he? How could he?

I hoped to any true god that I wouldn't lose him. I couldn't lose him. All I could do was run to him.

"Knives! Please, stay. You gotta stay."

He looked at me through blue slits of his eyes. "Sorry love, but this is the end." I tried to convince him.

"No, no, no you can't leave me here! Knives please!" He gave me that beautiful smile I loved so much. His eyes rolled back and he was gone. Or so I thought.

But to me he was gone. Through my sobbing I didn't realize his brother was standing behind me.

"He's not dead…So…your free."

I froze, angery. Free.

"Free? I'm free?" I turned to look at him. He saw the anger and pain in my eyes.

"I was never a prisoner!" It was kind of a lie, "You did this you bastard." I swallowed hard "I love him." I couldn't speak. No more, please no more.

I looked back at Knives "If he's not dead, he will surely die…" I bent down to check if Knives was truly alive. He was, but barely. "I have to get you home" I whispered.

"He's coming with me. I have to try-."

"You can't change him." I knew what his purpose was. He wont let you…Vash. I knew he heard me.

He grunted and leaned on me slightly. He was hurt as well. Letting him die would be my sin, I couldn't let him wander in his state. "If you help me, I will help you." I looked him square in the eye, this was no joke, "I go where ever he goes."

I pouted slightly and he looked at me so lovingly, as if I were a child. So cute.

"I heard that." He composed himself.

"It's just that you remind me of Meryl. My Meryl." He paused in thought, remembering this Meryl of his. She must have been really important.

"Ok," He rubbed the back of his head, "but what do I have to do to get your help?"

"Come with me."