Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Incompatible ❯ Chapter 0030 ( Chapter 30 )

Trigun Fanfic

Trigun © Yasuhiro Nightow * Shonen Gaho-sha * Tokuma Shoten * JVC * Pioneer Entertainment (USA) Inc.

The following fanfiction was written by me (Chiruken) and is intended for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.

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Trigun Fanfic Featuring Knives and Meryl. Knives hates all humans. Meryl just hates Knives. It's a match ideal for the promise of Eden.

By Chiruken

Chapter 30

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Knives felt burning hot rage rush through him as he stared into the dim interior of the house. His blue eyes narrowed as they moved around, taking in everything, missing not one detail of the scene spread out before him. His hand tightened on the smooth handle of his gun, knuckles whitening at the force of the grip. Again his gaze swept the room before he moved.

Raising his hand, the left one again, he held it palm up towards the three men now rising to their feet, arms moving as they reached for the weapons set out on the filthy table before them. Knives' lips pulled back into a snarl as he waved his hand in an almost careless gesture, an unseen force knocking the weapons off the table, to the floor and then across the room. He took a slow, menacing step forward, shaking of his brother's restraining hand. His eyes moved again over the small figures cowering on the floor off to the side, their small body's covered by thin and grimy blankets, their large, frightened eyes following his movements with unblinking attention. He turned away from them to approach the men. "Where is she?" He growled as he raised his hand. The man unlucky enough to be addressed was abruptly lifted into the air by the same unseen force that had thrown their weapons out of reach. He clawed at the invisible hand squeezing his throat and cutting off his air.

"Knives! Don't kill him!" Vash, finally galvanized by the sight of the man dangling a good foot off the ground, rushed forward and desperately tried to break his brother's concentration. "Don't kill him, please!"

Tossing his first victim aside ruthlessly he ignored the crunch of his bones impacting with the wall and turned to the second. Rather than lifting him by his throat, Knives chose instead to twist his limbs into awkward positions, ignoring the man's agonized screams as his joints popped and his ligaments stretched beyond their usual capacity. "What have you done with her?" His voice was harsh with cold anger as he demanded answers.

Vash rushed to the downed man's side and checked for a pulse. He breathed a silent sigh of relief when he discovered that he was merely knocked unconscious, not dead. He then hurried over to the small figures huddled across the one room cabin. Kneeling before them he offered a reassuring smile. "Don't be frightened. We're here to help you." He winced when the screams behind him were abruptly cut off followed by the sound of another body crashing into the wall. "Oh man…" He shook his head and held his hand out to the young women looking up at him warily. "Come on, let's get out of here, okay?"

Knives glared at the last man and slowly approached him. "Last time. Where is Meryl?" He began to raise his hand when the man before him fell to his knees, tears running down his dirty face, leaving thin tracks until they dripping off his chin. "Well?"

"D-don't know no Meryl!" He wailed and cowered when Knives gave him a black scowl and took another step closer. "H-honest, mister! W-we don't ask no names!" He sobbed in relief when the tall Plant halted and merely stared at him and waited. "Wh-what's she look like?"

"Small, dark hair, grey eyes. She was wearing white. You took her from October City. I recognize your stinking aura. Where is she?"

"N-not here…"

He reached down and grabbed the man by the front of his sweat-stained shirt and dragged him to his feet. "I can see that, you filthy insect! I want to know where she is now!"

"S-she escaped!"

He shook him ruthlessly. "Lies!"

"N-no! She escaped! The cellar, over there…" He jerked his head towards the middle of the room. "We was outside takin' a leak and when we got back three of the girls was gone…your little chickie too! I swear, mister, that's the truth!"

Knives stared intently into the man's terrified eyes, seeing beyond into his mind. He didn't bother being gentle about it. He searched roughly through his memories, his emotions, and finally tossed him aside, wiping his hands against his legs as if to rid himself of grime. The man's mind had been a cesspool of corruption, yet he'd spoken the truth about Meryl. He looked down at the trap door that had been pointed out to him briefly before looking over at the men lined up against the wall moaning in pain and fright. He smirked and crossed over to them. "Good. You're conscious. I want you to be aware of everything I do to you. You are disgusting excuses for humans! Stealing children from their homes, young women off the streets, selling them at a human market as slaves. It's filth like you that make me regret not wiping out the human race long before now!"

One of the figures moved out of the shadows and Vash did a double take when he looked into her smoky blue eyes. He blinked and stared, green eyes moving rapidly over her pale, pale skin, her platinum blond hair and graceful form as she shifted more into the light where he could see her, holding his breath as she gazed at him intently for a moment before standing and crossing the room to stand beside his brother. She laid a hand gently on his arm and Vash tensed, expecting the worst since his twin was apparently completely consumed by his rage. "Knives-brother…" She spoke softly, her voice sweet and melodic with an innocence that hadn't been diminished by her recent ordeal. "You can't squash all the humans…remember?"