Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Burgundy and Blood ❯ Initial Encounters ( Chapter 1 )

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Burgundy and Blood: Part I

Initial Encounters

The silent young woman sat alone at the bar, ravenously devouring a plate of food and a few choice sweets. The first thing any one noticed about this quiet young woman was her deep burgundy hair that cascaded down her back and over the barstool she sat on until it almost touched the floor. The colored locks flowed gently forward to conceal the majority of her face as she sat quietly. She spoke to no one other than the bartender and then only to order her meal and drink.

Off to the corner, a man in a black suit and bright pink shirt wailed away on a saxophone. She thought for a moment that the mournful song mirrored her life perfectly…sad and filled with pain.

Slim white hands lifted the whiskey filled glass to her lips. She winced slightly as the raw liquid burned its way down her throat. "What do I owe you?" Male ears pricked to attention at the sound of the soft voice.

"I reckon about $$3.00 will cover it, Miss."

She slid the money across the bar and stood to leave. There were many in drawn breaths as she shrugged into her silver trench coat. A loose black belt with a wicked looking dagger rode low on her hips. In such lawless times, it was not overlooked that she only carried a dagger for protection.

The girl stood a little over six feet tall. Her body was very slim and yet, it still curved and dipped in all the right places. Her breasts rose high on her chest, their small nipples apparent under her black body suit. Strategically placed zippers on her suit made many of the men wonder what delights could be found beneath the metal teeth.

Running her hands under the collar of the coat, she pulled her burgundy hair free and let it ripple down her back. Platinum eyes flashed in her face as she scanned the crowd with barely concealed contempt. She knew their thoughts and despised them for it. She made for the swinging doors to leave and continue her travels. A hand reached up from a table to grasp her arm and stop her progress.

"Hey, doll, where ya going in such a hurry? I think you ought to sit yourself down and let me get acquainted with ya."

Hatred blazed in her eyes as she gazed at the hand on her arm. Her skin crawled with revulsion. "Remove your hand, please." Her voice and her tone were completely at odds with the light flashing in her eyes.

"Remove your hand? Ohhhh, listen boys. We've got Miss Society here in our humble bar. Look doll, you don't understand. I'm offering to show you a real good time. And I can tell by your look that you're the type that enjoys having a good time." Masculine laughter accompanied the jibe.

Sparks flashed in her eyes as she coolly assessed the crowd. These men reminded her of the kind her mother often brought back to the shack she used to call a home. Quiet rage welled up inside her as she remembered the times her mother spread her legs for scum like this and begged for more as some man hammered himself between her thighs.

Catching the offending limb in a tight grasp, she removed it from her arm. "I only ask once… now I'm telling you. Don't touch me again."

Surging to his feet, the man quickly snapped out his hand and grabbed a fist full of burgundy hair. The girl winced slightly as she was hauled forward into her tormentor's face.

Across the bar, another individual sat watching the scene unfold in silent glee. His long white trench coat and menacing appearance had discouraged any conversation on the part of anyone in his radius. He nodded and smiled at the sax player on the small stage. Events were beginning to get interesting. He was waiting to see how small play would end.

A sharp cry drew his attention back to the girl's predicament across the way. Wicked, bloody scratches had appeared across the man's face. Obviously the girl had more weapons than her captor had bargained for. "You little bitch," snarled the man. "I'm goin' to fuck ya right here and them I'm goin' to let every man here have a turn on ya. We'll see how much fight you have left in you then."

The tall man in the white coat stood at his table. He should ignore this business, but he wanted to let as many people as possible experience as much pain and suffering as possible before his master eliminated them from the face of the planet. He focused his mental power on the man holding the girl's hair.

"Back off… I never asked you for help… This one is mine…"

The man in white looked startled for a moment, but returned to his seat to watch with renewed interest as this scene played itself out. The girl had some type of mental powers and there was a deep rage burning in her soul. Perhaps she would make an excellent addition to the Gung-Ho Guns. He smiled at the man on stage and signaled him to continue playing.

Smiling into the eyes of her tormentor, the girl focused her mind. The man's hand unwound itself from her hair. "What the hell is goin' on?" He tried to slap her, but his hands refused to obey.

She leaned into his body and whispered huskily in his ear, "You wished to die… I am here to give your desire." The man moaned softly as she raked her nails down his shirtfront and gently blew in his ear. She stroked him through the material of his pants. "Yeah, doll. I want to die…"

His voice held a strange monotone. His boisterous companions suddenly looked confused. "What the hell did ya do to Roy? Ya fucking bitch." They stepped forward as one to overtake her, but stopped short as if they had run into a brick wall.

The girl was oblivious to their presence as she drew her dagger from her waist. "Do you really want to die?" She asked the man again softly. Her voice was husky as if to entice a lover, but the man across the bar caught the violently suppressed rage and mentally howled with glee.

Roy nodded as she trailed the dagger's tip down the front of his shirt, neatly parting the material along the way. A thin red weal of blood oozed to the surface of his skin. The girl licked her lips in anticipation.

A deeper trace of her dagger's point down his chest drew a wave of blood to the surface. She leaned forward and lapped up some of the blood as it poured down his chest. She smiled up onto his eyes. "Do you really want to die?" she asked him again. He nodded at her.

"Good…" The girl released her mental hold over the unfortunate Roy just before her dagger plunged into the center of his chest. Roy screamed and grabbed the hilt, but to no avail. Grasping the handle with both hands, the girl tugged it swiftly downward.

Blood poured onto the floor as metal neatly split skin. She smiled as she felt the blade slice through internal organs. Jerking the tip free, she watched as her victim stood frozen in shock as his entrails spilled onto the floor in a bloody mass. He gaped at the floor for a moment before his eyes clouded over and his body pitched forward onto the pile and splattered gore onto nearby patrons. A saxophone continued to wail its song in the shocked stillness of the bar.

Stepping neatly over the mess, the girl made her way toward the door. "I don't think I got your name, Miss?"

"Don't fuck with me Mister. I don't take it kindly. I believe I just demonstrated that fact."

"But you see, I cannot ignore your talents. You would be a fine addition to my master's group of assassins. You have ended this little scene nicely. And I am inviting you to play a part in a much larger drama." He smiled at her invitingly.

"Not interested… I don't kill for pay. I kill because I like it."

"All the more reason, you'd be perfect for the part I have in mind."

"Fuck off…" She continued to the door.

"At least allow this humble petitioner to know your name."

The girl kept walking. As she stepped through the swinging doors, she paused a moment. "Lawren… Lawren Diaggrio."

The man in white smiled to himself as she disappeared from his sight. "Lawren. Make a note of that Midvalley. What a unique individual, to possess burgundy tresses and a penchant for blood. I think she would serve the Master perfectly, don't you?" Midvalley bowed and began another tune on his sax.

Legato Bluesummers smiled inwardly. That girl would be a fine addition to the Gung-Ho Guns. She would also be a fine addition to his bed if the Master did not want her for himself.

"We'll meet again, Lawren." He was rather shocked to find himself so intrigued with a mere female, but something about this one called to his very soul. Legato smiled cruelly as he imagined the fun he could have breaking her to his will.

He looked at the mess the girl left once more before he and Midvalley disappeared from the scene. While it would have been great fun to stay and see the confused looks on the faces of the people here, he had no time for that. He had to be about the master's business.

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To Be Continued…

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Hello again! Blackhat coming at you again with an original story based on a character submitted to me by Lauren G.

Lauren developed this character and sent me the bio and facts about her with the request that if possibly I had time, I could please do a story revolving around "Lawren."

After reading through the bio a few times and playing with a possible story line, I have developed a story using Lauren G.'s original character set on Planet Gunsmoke. I rather like this character, as she is one tough cookie who doesn't take anything from anybody.

For those of you who have already guessed it, this story will mostly include bloody, violent encounters and graphic sexual depictions similar to my story titled "Ecstasy." If you haven't read that, I urge you do so now, so you will not be shocked a couple of chapters from now.

As always, R & R for me and let me know what you think.

Love & Peace,

Blackhat (^_~)

On to Part II