Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Humanity: Torn Between Loving It and Hating It ❯ Kidnapped ( Chapter 18 )

That same night Kale had slept on the couch. She didn't want to be anywhere near her sister or the sky-blue eyed plant that dictated all that were human. Thing was, Kane was not accompanying Knives in his room. She never did come in after the fight that had raged between them.

Kale rolled over tirelessly, her back facing out. She stared miserably at the dark couch. Something was not right for some reason. She should be happy at the possibility that her twin had left, but the feeling of something being out of place nagged the back of her mind anyway.

It was when she heard the front door creek slowly open that Kale became still, listening closely to the soft thudding of booted footfalls. She should have thought that it was her sister who had come back, maybe from the bar to let herself go or something along those lines. But if this was so, why hadn't she heard the door close? Was she drunk?

She became absolutely rigid when the almost silent footsteps started into the den where she was supposedly sleeping. A feeling of dread washed over her without reason and Kale did all she could to relax, to convince herself that it was just her sister who was coming over to apologize.

"Mmm . . ." Kale moaned, giving the impression and hint to the person standing just behind her that she was supposedly waking up. She slowly rolled over onto her back and opened her eyes into sleepy slits.

Her vision was blurry at first and all she could see was a dark figure looming evilly over her. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she opened her eyes a little more.

The figure was large, bulky and didn't take on any feminine slenderness or curves. It was a man. And it wasn't any of the males that slept in the house. They didn't have large muscles and maybe some would think that they didn't have any at all.

Her eyes dropped in panic to the hands that lunged out to her when she went to scream. A long, thick piece of cloth was grasped between the scary hands and was jerked around her mouth and tied painfully tight behind her head. Kale didn't allow the intruder to have his way without a fight though.

She kicked and clawed and thrashed about in an act to get the man away from her and to give her time to run up stairs where one of the men might rescue her. Hell, Milly would do if she get her to awaken!

But all was in vain when the bulky figure grabbed both her tiny wrists into one crushing hand and used the other arm to loop around her waist and jerk her from the couch and floor. She dangled in the air as the man made his way quickly toward the door again.

Kale kicked out, trying to make some type of noise, but the man was wise to keep her from walls, vases, and pictures alike. She was becoming desperate now and it was all she could not to cry from frustration and fear. She was being kidnapped!

She was tossed gracelessly into the passenger side of the jeep that was parked right up to the porch. Large hands roped a thin, steel cord around her fragile wrists and Kale winced at the sudden pain as they cut through the skin when she moved around.

Kale jerked herself upright and she looked around frantically, trying to find away out of her predicament. The door opened across from her and she glared evilly at the man.

Her bare feet were suddenly jerked away from her and dragged to the driver's side where another thin piece of cord could be wrapped around her ankles.

In a last ditching effort to be saved, to be known, Kale rolled onto her side and slammed her right knee into the middle of the steering wheel, right on the horn.

The sound came out alarmingly loud and obnoxious even to her, but she was glad. The back of a hand slid painfully across her cheek, snapping her head back and making her dizzy. She felt the sink of the vehicle from the weight of her kidnapper and the thump of his door swinging closed.

The engine started up almost immediately and the crank of gears was audible. Suddenly she was thrown back when the jeep jerked forward and started gaining speed as they sped away from the house.

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Knives was thrown from his dreamless slumber and bolted upright when a horrendously loud noise pierced the air. The slam of a car door made him toss away the covers and leap to the window.

He watched as a small car zoomed off into the distance guided only by moonlight. What caught his eye was the woman lying helplessly next to the driver, mouth covered and arms and legs bound so she couldn't escape. It was one of the female twins.

Knives jerked his gaze at the bed that sat away from his only to find it had not been used. Something was horribly wrong and Knives strode over to the door only to pause with his hand hovering over the doorknob.

What was he doing?!

His hand pulled away from the doorknob a little then stopped again as he fell into deep thought. He had been planning to alert Vash of this, that something was amiss, but why?

He should be proud and overjoyed that two humans were gone from his presence! So how come he only felt . . . unknown anger? Fear? He had only experienced the taste of fear once and that was two years ago, when he was lying on the dusty ground of Gunsmoke with a bleeding gunshot wound in each limb and his twin brother towering over him, his silver-painted revolver pointed down at him.

It was fact that he wouldn't have been lying there so helpless, so numb and in unbearable agony, if it hadn't been for the humans that Vash had secretly sworn to protect from his evil intentions.

Knives glowered at the doorknob as old memories, still painful and fresh as if it had happened yesterday, came up to knock him upside the head and drive common sense into his mind. He shouldn't and didn't care what happened to the human woman.

He started backing away from the door when it suddenly burst open. Vash stalked in and looked over at the bed the humans'. Knives met his brother's quivering gaze and arched an eyebrow.

"Kale's been kidnapped!" Vash whispered fearfully. Knives felt the sudden sink of his heart and he was surprised to feel his anger being kicked up a notch. What the hell? Why was his feeling anything at all for the trash? Well, he had thought it was Kane. Kale never did enter his mind until now.

"So?" he said in his normal bored and uncaring tone when inside he felt something more and it disturbed him to the core. That was when Wolfwood and the other female women joined them.

"Is Kane in here?" Wolfwood asked. Vash shook his head.

"I think she was kidnapped too," the blue-green eyed outlaw stated, turning toward his friends.

"I think not," Knives said. The all turned to him in surprise. "I would have heard the struggle if there was one. For all you know she could have went willingly."

"Knives, you're sometimes a heavy sleeper and you're very much oblivious to what's going on around you," argued Vash. Wolfwood, sensing an endless battle between the plants, stepped forth.

"This isn't the time! We need to find the girls!" he shouted angrily, totally fed up with all the blasted quarreling in the same household.

"Yeah, but where do we start?" Vash asked. Knives grunted and walked back to his bed. Eyes followed him as he sat down, his back facing them.

"I take it you're not even going to help?" Vash asked in a hissing tone. Knives said nothing, but stared out the window, deep in his thoughts once more.

Vash growled and nodded for the priest to leave with him. When the door closed, the hall light disappeared, throwing the room back into the welcoming darkness. But Knives never did notice nor did he care.

"That blasted woman is always in trouble," Knives muttered, eyes staring sightlessly out the window.

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*yawns* I've been wondering, why does it when other authors say "his/her heart sank in fear/disappointment" and it sounds good, but when I say it, it sounds corny as hell? Oo