Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ I'm Free ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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Trigun Fanfic
Summary:Why did it all go wrong? When did it all go wrong? He has a vague sense that he isn't where he's supposed to be, that he's being held by invisible bonds that he cannot see. Great sadness engulfs him as he looks upon the glowing bulbs and one thought reigns in his mind as he looks at the people looking back at him: You can't take me! I'm free!
 
Trigun © Yasuhiro Nightow * Shonen Gaho-sha * Tokuma Shoten * JVC * Pioneer Entertainment (USA) Inc.
The following fan fiction was written by me (Chiruken) and is intended for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.
 
I'm Free
 
By Chiruken
 
Chapter 4
 
On Board Project SEEDS, 132 Years Ago:
 
He stared at the monitor with a wounded look in his wide blue eyes, youthful face etched with anguish. He wondered how the human race had managed to survive at all; to have made it as far as they did. Tears filled his eyes, catching and sparkling on his lashes as he continued to read, lips quivering with grief for the lives that had been extinguished so cruelly. He forced himself to continue, to assimilate the information despite his growing sense of hurt betrayal. “How…” He whispered, voice quavering with the sadness filling his young heart. “How could they do that to each other?” His shoulders slumped as he lifted trembling hands to press over his chest, heart aching with deep, heart-wrenching sorrow as he mourned for the countless lives lost, people he'd never known and would never know. He wished he could unlearn what he'd just discovered, go back in time and never have opened these files, these testaments to an unforgivable blemish on humanity. “War…” He mouthed the word soundlessly, the unshed tears slowly spilling over the trickle down his pale cheeks. “Hate…” A sob caught in his throat as more tears flowed. Death! It emerged as a mental shout filled with horror and loathing as the monitor exploded before him, smoke billowing upwards towards the ceiling as sparks flared when the electrical wiring brushed exposed ends together, sizzling with ungrounded energy.
 
“Knives!” Rem ran to him, a look of shock and horror twisting her pretty features as she grabbed him from behind and pulled him away from the melting mass that had once been a desk and computer. “Joey!” She cried, but the man was already there with a fire extinguisher. She turned him in her arms, running her hands over his body anxiously. “Are you hurt? Did you get burned?” When he shook his head mutely she pulled him into her arms, encircling him in a comforting embrace. “Thank goodness, thank goodness.” She whispered, tears of relief in her voice.
 
He stood stiffly in her embrace, gaze focused on the shocked horror reflected in his brother's expression. Knives…what did you do?! He winced at the near hysterical note in Vash's mental voice. How could he explain when he, himself, was uncertain what it was that he'd done? Instead of answering, he lowered his gaze to the decking and studied the patterns there, almost as if he could find the answers in the perfect symmetry spreading outwards. He knew…though he couldn't explain how he knew…that somehow he'd caused the monitor to explode. A part of his mind filed away the information for further analysis later while another, larger part, was terrified at the implications of this strange phenomenon.
 
“Must've been a short circuit somewhere.” Joey turned slowly away from the smoking ruins of the computer console and scratched his head. He frowned as his gaze fell on Rem and the boy she was still holding. “Is he all right?”
 
Rem nodded, though her expression remained troubled. She wasn't certain what it was about the situation, but something told her that this was no ordinary accident. Smoothing her hand over his pale hair she sighed deeply. There was so much they still didn't understand about Knives and Vash, like how they could possibly grow so much in such a short period of time. It had definitely not been an ordinary growth spurt. Children, she knew, just didn't grow this way. The brothers were only five months old, yet they had the appearance of five years old. And their intelligence! She shook her head slightly, still marveling at the way they grasped complex theorems that took years of study, yet to them it was as simple as learning the alphabet. It just isn't normal, she thought with a small hint of fear. They aren't normal.
 
He closed his eyes, wishing he could shut out thoughts as easily. There were times that he could hear the thoughts of others as clear as if they had spoken the words out loud. He suppressed a shudder, thinking grimly of how people could be smiling on the outside while their thoughts were anything but pleasant on the inside. He often wondered if his brother had the same problem, yet he was hesitant to ask, thinking that perhaps Rem was right…that it was further proof of abnormality. He sighed softly. If they knew, they'd be even more afraid. Thinking of the files he'd just read he squeezed his eyes closed tighter, as if to block out the words and accompanying images he'd seen. Fears creates hate…and hate brings war…I don't want to die like all those people did.
 
 



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