Well, here it is, the sixth chapter of the Gunslinger, I hope you all will
enjoy it. I was finally able to get back into my "groove" in regards to
this story, and this chapter came out like water from a pitcher.
Thanks,
-Bojack727
The Gunslinger
Chapter Six: Hero Worship
Vincent Valentine was a dangerous man, he had been a Turk, a mercenary, and at one point- a reluctant accessory to the salvation of the world. He'd found no complication in killing man or beast. He was his own man, a dark man.
.He was a man who'd been forced to sit outside, while he polished his gun, by a Widowed housewife because "sun is good for you" as she put it. He was there, sitting on the house's back porch.
Vincent frowned, but then became tempted to actually smile. He'd fought war- machines, mutants, crime lords, and the world's most dangerous psychopath. but he now found himself acting behaving in a way that suited a widowed housewife. He smiled as he thought about the woman. "The Shinra can could a thousand ships, but a woman like Marian could sink them all with the shear power of her will." He thought, silently.
Vincent berated himself for the way his thoughts were turning, a decent person could assume that he was trying to 'woo a lonely widow'- which was such a terrible cliché.
Vincent heard footsteps, but relaxed as he saw that it was just Gillium. He frowned as he realized that he would probably have to talk the 'kid'.
Gillium sat down on the steps, next to Vincent. "I can't believe you're really here." He announced enthusiastically.
"Why? I'm sitting right here, next to you." Vincent replied, pretending to not understand the statement.
The boy was undeterred. "What's it like?" He asked.
"What is 'what' like?" Vincent asked back.
Gillium stood up and threw out his arms. "To be you, to be the great Vincent Valentine." He replied.
Vincent set his gun down and sat up, rising above the young man's lesser height. Vincent looked down at him. "Horrifying." He replied.
Gillium was caught off guard, this was not what he was expecting. "What do you mean?" He asked nervously.
"Gillium," He began, straining to address the young man by his first name. "The things I've done haunt me. You think I'm some kind of hero, but I'm not, I was just a killer-for-hire- paid to bloody my hands with the tasks that others would never dare to do." He replied and turned around to walk away.
Gillium stepped forward. "Don't say that, you were hero- you helped save the world!" He exclaimed.
Vincent stopped abruptly and turned around and looked at Gillium coldly. "You're fooling yourself. I never thought of myself as any hero, and neither should you." He replied and walked away- picking up his gun as he disappeared into the stable. Leaving Gillium to ponder the words that he had imparted on him.
***
Vincent walked into the stable- his steps becoming unstable- and stopped to lean against as support beam. He was starting to feel nauseous as an aching pain began to emerge deep in his gut. He groaned as he reached into his cloak and pulled out the bottle of Laudanum and feverously removed the cap and took a swig and fell to the ground, leaning against the beam. He waited uncomfortably as the pain gradually subsided. He put the cap back on the bottle and then tucked it back into his cloak. Vincent closed his eyes and drifted off.
***
Glen and Silas watched from a distance as Vincent stumbled into the Stable.
Glen felt uncertain as he watched Vincent. He turned to his cohort. "That can't be Vincent Valentine," He remarked. "He can barely stand up!" He added.
Silas turned to face him. "That is Vincent Valentine, the red cloak is unmistakable." He replied.
"Are you sure we can deal with him?" Glen asked.
"Of course, he'll never see us coming, and besides- he didn't look too just now." Silas replied.
Glen smiled in relief. "That's a relief." He replied.
Silas turned back to look towards the stable. "Just you wait, Valentine, just you wait." He said to himself restlessly.
~End of Chapter Six~
Thank you all for reading, please let me know what you think.
Thanks, Bye
-Bojack
Thanks,
-Bojack727
The Gunslinger
Chapter Six: Hero Worship
Vincent Valentine was a dangerous man, he had been a Turk, a mercenary, and at one point- a reluctant accessory to the salvation of the world. He'd found no complication in killing man or beast. He was his own man, a dark man.
.He was a man who'd been forced to sit outside, while he polished his gun, by a Widowed housewife because "sun is good for you" as she put it. He was there, sitting on the house's back porch.
Vincent frowned, but then became tempted to actually smile. He'd fought war- machines, mutants, crime lords, and the world's most dangerous psychopath. but he now found himself acting behaving in a way that suited a widowed housewife. He smiled as he thought about the woman. "The Shinra can could a thousand ships, but a woman like Marian could sink them all with the shear power of her will." He thought, silently.
Vincent berated himself for the way his thoughts were turning, a decent person could assume that he was trying to 'woo a lonely widow'- which was such a terrible cliché.
Vincent heard footsteps, but relaxed as he saw that it was just Gillium. He frowned as he realized that he would probably have to talk the 'kid'.
Gillium sat down on the steps, next to Vincent. "I can't believe you're really here." He announced enthusiastically.
"Why? I'm sitting right here, next to you." Vincent replied, pretending to not understand the statement.
The boy was undeterred. "What's it like?" He asked.
"What is 'what' like?" Vincent asked back.
Gillium stood up and threw out his arms. "To be you, to be the great Vincent Valentine." He replied.
Vincent set his gun down and sat up, rising above the young man's lesser height. Vincent looked down at him. "Horrifying." He replied.
Gillium was caught off guard, this was not what he was expecting. "What do you mean?" He asked nervously.
"Gillium," He began, straining to address the young man by his first name. "The things I've done haunt me. You think I'm some kind of hero, but I'm not, I was just a killer-for-hire- paid to bloody my hands with the tasks that others would never dare to do." He replied and turned around to walk away.
Gillium stepped forward. "Don't say that, you were hero- you helped save the world!" He exclaimed.
Vincent stopped abruptly and turned around and looked at Gillium coldly. "You're fooling yourself. I never thought of myself as any hero, and neither should you." He replied and walked away- picking up his gun as he disappeared into the stable. Leaving Gillium to ponder the words that he had imparted on him.
***
Vincent walked into the stable- his steps becoming unstable- and stopped to lean against as support beam. He was starting to feel nauseous as an aching pain began to emerge deep in his gut. He groaned as he reached into his cloak and pulled out the bottle of Laudanum and feverously removed the cap and took a swig and fell to the ground, leaning against the beam. He waited uncomfortably as the pain gradually subsided. He put the cap back on the bottle and then tucked it back into his cloak. Vincent closed his eyes and drifted off.
***
Glen and Silas watched from a distance as Vincent stumbled into the Stable.
Glen felt uncertain as he watched Vincent. He turned to his cohort. "That can't be Vincent Valentine," He remarked. "He can barely stand up!" He added.
Silas turned to face him. "That is Vincent Valentine, the red cloak is unmistakable." He replied.
"Are you sure we can deal with him?" Glen asked.
"Of course, he'll never see us coming, and besides- he didn't look too just now." Silas replied.
Glen smiled in relief. "That's a relief." He replied.
Silas turned back to look towards the stable. "Just you wait, Valentine, just you wait." He said to himself restlessly.
~End of Chapter Six~
Thank you all for reading, please let me know what you think.
Thanks, Bye
-Bojack