Sorry it's another short one but I promise to get to the next chapter I'm having a bit of writers block.
About ten minutes earlier, somewhere in the desert..
"Where are we!" Ragnorok the pistol screamed from the inside of Crona's waist pouch.
"Gosh do you ever shut up? When i asked that snake-charming merchant lady for a gun, i didn't ask for a talking one! And for the last freaking time i don't know! When i find out i promise, you will be the first one to know." Crona said spitefully.
"Well excuse me! It's not like you're doing anything that needs your full concentration!"
He was unfortunately right. He was doing absolutely nothing. He had lost his horse two days ago to heat exhaustion. Now all he had was Ragnorok. And being lost in the desert was probably gonna kill him.
"Okay, you're right. Im sorry. Wanna play twenty questions?" He offered.
Ragnorok sighed, "Whatever. Is it an animal?"
"Nope"
"Is it colorful?"
"Nope"
"Is it any color at all?"
"No it has no color."
"Is it water?" Water, the word made Crona's thought ache.
"Yep. Hey do you even drink water?"
"No. Even if i did where do you possibly think my mouth would be?"
"Well sure that may be true, but it just begs another question." He paused to re-moisten his mouth.
"What is it?!"
"If you don't have a mouth, how are you talking to me?"
Before Ragnorok could retort with an answer, Crona yelled, "A town!"
When they arrived they found it to be pretty empty except for an old man riding a wagon out of there. "Wait!" Crona practically screamed. The old man slowed the horses to a stop mostly to avoid hitting him. "What?" He said almost breathless.
"What is this place? Is there any water or anything to drink?"
"This is Rossville. And yes, at the saloon, but if i were you i wouldn't go in there if i was you."
Before he could ask anymore questions, he sped off with light speed, and hollard back, "Good luck!"
You'd think they might have suspected something, well no, because, Crona was utterly exhausted, and thirsty, and Ragnorok just didn't pay attention.
He walked toward the saloon and heard something that made him stop dead in tracks. It was the voice of Soul Eater Evans.( which if you think about is a scary sounding name.) Soul was the most harsh member of the 'kid' gang and he had met him before.
Flashback...
A few days before he got Ragnorok...
"Give it back!" Crona yelled at Black*Star for taking his sack of food off his back.
"What? Oh you mean this?" He tossed it over to Kid.
"Buzz off loser, its ours now." Kid said.
"But i need that!" Crona insisted.
Soul came around the corner to where they were with a sack full of coins in his hand. And started beating him with it. After that they sped out of the small town. Hopefully never to be seen again.
End of flashback...
He almost wanted to leave, but, fuck! He was near starving, thirsty and exhausted. He peered through the window. The saloon was packed, and sure enough the 'kids' were making a scene. But he turned his attention to quite possibly the most beautiful person he had ever seen, and Soul was harassing her. He was torn between fear and guilt. He took a deep breath, pulled out Ragnorok, stepped through the doors, and said, "Let her go!"
please review! I love reading them, it motivates me. please be nice. thank you to all who reviewed on the first chapter!