Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ A Fighter's Spirit ❯ A Brother's Plea ( Chapter 1 )

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Author's Note: Story context is in a strange format. In order to understand entire story, you must follow the chapters carefully. Enjoy the fic!

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Chapter 1: A Brother's Plea

`I'm going to die,' Vash told himself.

Vash lie on the ground, suddenly aware of the grim reality he was in.

His body was numb with pain; splintering pain, and his limbs felt as though they were made completely of lead.

He feebly tried to move his hand, however, nothing happened. All he felt was twinge of pain, which was once merely a dull ache.

`So this is what death feels like,' he wondered, closing his beautiful aquamarine eyes.

He took a deep, shuddering breath, which hurt him greatly. He knew that he had finally been beaten.

He looked over at his brother, who also lay dying. He clutched his chest as it rose and fell rapidly. His eyes widened, a twisted smile on his face.

"I can't die," he said aloud, laughing to himself. "I'm not some spider whose life can be lost."

He looked over at Vash, his eyes rolling madly.

"But you, brother," he said spitefully, "you dared to aim at me, and now you're paying for it. You're going to die, Vash, and I couldn't be happier."

"Stop it Knives," Vash said.

"Why? You should be happy! You're going to see your pathetic Rem again. You should be thanking me for putting you out of your misery."

Rem's face ran through Vash's memory. Her distant words echoed in his mind.

`Take care of Knives for me, Vash,' she told him as her face faded from view.

`No Rem! No!' said his own voice.

The memory stung painfully in his mind, and as his last fleeting visions of Rem faded, he couldn't help but feel that he had failed her.

"Rem," he gasped, tears rolling down his face and onto the blood covered ground.

"Crying won't help you," his brother taunted. "You're a weakling, just like her!"

"Shut up," Vash cried, clutched his gun, which he still held in his hand.

"Oh, have I upset you?" he mocked, laughing hysterically.

"SHUT UP!" Vash yelled, using what little strength he had to point the gun at his brother.

"You're going to kill me are you?" Knives asked, smirking. "Well have at me!"

"Don't make me kill you," he said through clenched teeth.

"You don't have the guts to do it, but go ahead. Pull the trigger! Kill me why don't you!"

"Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT!" Vash shouted, willing himself not to fire.

"Come on you wimp! Kill me! That's all it would take, one little bullet! KILL ME NOW!"

Vash's finger quivered on the trigger. His brain told him to do it, but his heart pleaded with him not to.

"KILL ME NOW!" Knives yelled again.

"I'm sorry Rem," Vash cried, as the gun discharged.

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So ends the first, and rather short, chapter of `A Fighter's Spirit'. Madness had consumed Knives, forcing Vash to decide what to do. I ask for you now to review what you've read, and please, no flames. And please keep in mind that the next chapters will be longer. Thanks.

Kawaii Youko ^_~