Just Me: Okay, next chapter... ((rolls up sleeves)) ...here we go.
The atmosphere in the room had become so intense that Meryl felt her skin being torn from her. Shit, shit, shit! What was I thinking coming in here! Shit! The blonde man stared with malicious hunger into Meryl's eyes looking for a tasty soul to devour. Afraid he would strike at any sudden movement, she held like a rock but noted her situation similar to that of a palm tree in a hurricane.
Milly sat in the solitude of her faint room. The butt of her cigarette was crushed between her fingers as if she was hanging on for dear life. Milly would inhale frequently, wishing that the connection of Nicholas' bad habbit and her would by some means bring him back, then exhale like she was expelling a demon. The walls reflected waves of concern and remorse to her. She smiled at them as she mourned, and let their comfort rock her with an empty lullaby into a detached numbness. At the twin time of Meryl's startling scream, Milly's forgotten cigarette burned her fingers with it's dying breath. She cast the burning culprit to the floor and faster-than-lightening chased the distressed call.
"Shut up!" Knives jeered. "You're too fucking loud."
Meryl wailed as Knived got closer to silence her. Rage built within him at the abuse his ears we're taking, and the fact that moving hurt quite considerably from his wounds and sore muscles. It was enough to want to take her head off. The closer he got, the further she involuntarily backed away until she was hostage to the corner of the room. The small, fine blades of the brother's right arm stretched gradually torward their prisoner. (Just Me: For those of you who have only seen the anime, he has blades in the manga.) Knives didn't even sense the presence abaft him with the distraction in front of him. A firm hand seized the deadly extension, while another captured his shoulder and with delicate precision, the limb was wrenched upward behind him. Following the action came a crude, sickening 'pop'. Knives' voice blared with agony and the blades consequently disapeared beneath his skin, but Milly kept the dislocated arm fixed in her grip. The disoriented plant fell to his knees. Milly felt a sort of release in this violent passion but couldn't bare the sinful temptation any longer; she let go and his arm fell limply at his side. Meryl's legs gave out and she slid down the wall gladly welcoming the floor. She came face to face with Knives. Sweat dripped down his temples as he vigorously embraced the source of his pain with his hand and the room was filled with nothing but labored breathing.
Vash lay upsidedown on the couch with a goofy grin happily dozing through the whole commotion.
Milly and Merly held down one side of the room while Knives held the other. They glared fieriously across at eachother, like it was a sort of staring contest. Too weak to attack, Knives had tried to escape twice already and was thwarted both times. While we're sitting here, he's buying time to recover. I've got to do something before he does, I've got to get Vash, but I won't-- I can't leave Milly here alone with him! Meryl fought an exhausting war with herself before she whispered, "Milly, I'll stay here, you go get Vash."
Milly dispensed her a gutsy grin, "No, no offense, Sempai, but you're a pushover without deringers." She gave the thumbs up, "You go, I've got it covered." Meryl's expression faded from anger to concern to somber acceptance.
"Be careful."
Intently listening to their conversation, Knives' hopes lifted when Vash's name emerged but were quickly mangled when the sentence came together and concluded that Vash was associated with these damn vermin. Knives recognized this to be his last chance of freedom and he planned to take it. With his now handicaped arm he weighed his options, escaping by force seemed doubtful at this point, and trying to reason with this barrier of a woman was definitely out of the question. Maybe he could trick her or use telekinesis to lock her in place. With the amount of energy he had left he might be able to hold her, if that, for two minutes, He almost carried through with it until reality hit him like a brick wall; he hadn't even taken account into his bullet wounds but knew none the less, even if he managed to get outside he had no clue where he was and most assurringly wouldn't get too far.
The amazon-woman was fixated on the suspicious man across the room. It was obvious that he was absent in thought, but contributed the same fixated look back to her. Milly noticed him glance, every now and then, to the window or door. He must be scheming to flee, she thought. But at the climax of the tension the fire in his eyes snuffed and he settled against the Milly imitated. She casually brought a hand up to scratch a defiant ich on her nose and for the first time spyed a beastly gash in her palm.
"Get up, Vash!" yelled the frantic Meryl point-blank in Vash's ear. He opened one eye, recognized the intruder, and closed it again. "Get up you Idiot!"
"Why?" He grumbled.
"Knives is awake, that's why!"
"So put him to bed" Vash slurred half asleep. Meryl punched him. "I'm awake, don't hit me, I'm awake!" Vash displayed a terrified, drowsy look. "Okay, what happened?"
Milly was dismissed from her guard duties when the room was invaded by the anxious Vash and Meryl. She quickly departed to the bathroom to nurse her injury, and Meryl followed.
"My dear Vash, I'm so glad to see you." Knives spat sarcastically, he was the first to speak.
"...How are you feeling?" Vash interupted a little hurt by Knives' contemptious tone.
"Other than my fucking arm being broken I'm just perfect."
The Stampede didn't acknowledge the dislocated appendage until now and tried with the utmost senserity to tend his brother's wound. He was met with Knives' unyielding resistance. A clenched fist swung warningly in Vash's vicinity. Vash didn't fear the physical damage, but feared his brother's anger which might arouse his powers and having a hangover didn't help either.
"Fuck off, you goddamn ass! How dare you shoot me then involve me with your maggots." He guffed
"I didn't know what else to do and--"
"I'd rather be dead." Retorted Knives crossing his arms over his conceited chest.
Vash's eyebrows knotted as he thought shamefuly, That can be arranged. He gripped the emotion and tried to mentally chuck it but it caught his finger just in time. "You'll stay here until you've completely recovered, you'll abide by our rules, and you won't complain." Vash's words cut the air like a hot knife through butter. The statement left the blue-eyed-twin dumbfounded. "Here,..." The Typhoone attempted to aid Knives, "...let me help you to bed."
"I don't need you." He spat and miserabley tried standing, after accomplishing that, getting to the bed proved a much more complicated task. He resentfully let Vash help him the rest of the way.
"Are you hungry?" Vash waited but Knives didn't reply. "I'll bring you some food later, then." He abruptly turned and sauntered out so Knives couldn't regard his impatience. He looked his brother up and down a last time before shutting the door. Knives was feingning interest in something outside the window. "I'll check on you and if you're not here; I'll find you."
And if you're not here I'll find you. Knives mimicked crudely. The fool.
Just Me: Yay! It's the end of the third chapter! Grr... That means I'm gonna have to right another. Oh well. ((uses voice-over-guy voice)) Tune in next time, you won't want to miss it. Ciao.
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