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| She sat in the leaning chair while her two black netted legs were resting on the top of a table near by. She inhaled the the smoke into her body and then blew it out slowly as she lowered the cigarette away from her face. Her lips were a strawberry red. She flashed her black mascara caked eyelashes at the man sitting in the corner as she pulled up her black bra strap over her shoulders. She inhaled some more smoke from her cigarette. She pulled away her short blonde hair hanging in front of her face. She finally spoke up. "Well are ya gonna get up and leave, or are ya gonna just sit n' stare, ya bloody perv," Trixsie said to the man. While the man got up he picked up something and blew a kiss without the use of his hand. He left the store. Trixsie sighed and took a sip out of her bottle of poison. She glanced over at the clock on the far side of the wall. It read 6:57 P.M. She gets off of work at 7:00 P.M. She gathered all her art work on the table and threw it in her bag along with all her other belongings. She pushed some of her golden hair behind her ear as she started humming a tune from one of her favorite bands. Someone in the other room called out that they would be leaving Trixsie in charge of closing up the store. Trixsie didn't respond but rather agreed to do it in her head. Trixsie exited the store and took out the keys to lock the doors to the store. The sky was cloudy and it was beginning to drizzle and thunder. Trixsie walked to her car and unlocked her door. She got in and turned the engine on. She pressed play on the cd player in her car. The cd turned on immediately to the third song. The artist of the cd was Bjork. The song was "Scary". She drove out of the parking lot and now was in the streets driving smoothly. Trixsie began singing along with the words to the song until she noticed something outside that made her stop. Something made her heart skip a beat. She didn't know what caused it, but all the same she suffered one of the most common things humans experience...fear. She looked around frantically. One part of her mind told her to keep on driving but the other part of her mind was telling her to get the hell out of the car and run. But how could she just get out of the car in the middle of the street in traffic and just run? She remained in the car despite her inner warnings. She continued driving still with the stationary fear. The car came to a stop at a red light. As she pressed the brake to stop at the red light, a horrific cold shiver ran down her spine. Her eyes widened. She felt something deathly cold fall onto her arm. And more of that feeling of something dripping on her came. She looked up to see excessive amounts of wet blood on the ceiling of her car dripping and pouring down. Her breath was taken away. She could not scream or breathe. Blood began to pour down more and more. Trixsie was now saturated with blood. GET OUT OF THE FUCKING CAR! Her thoughts shouted out at her. She couldn't move. Blood began dripping from the cracks of the inside of the car. None of this seemd to make any sense. Trixsie couldn't move her body but somehow she managed to move her arm. She reached for the driver's door to get out but something on the right of her pulled her arm towards the passenger's seat. She now had lost touch with the brake and the car slowly began to drift forward. The force of the pull made her fall down onto a sitting corpse with most of the flesh torn off. Flies were swarming around it. She couldn't move. The upper part of the lifeless monseter fell on her and she finally screamed. Something from another side grabbed her with an enormous amount of strength and ripped her left arm off. The sound of flesh ripping was heard along with the sounds of bones braking and unconnecting. She screamed so loud that someone finally opened her car door from outside but while doing so blood poured out as if it were water. Trixsie fainted. The last thing she heard was many people screaming and yelling to get her to a hospital. 2 months later.... Dr. Flythe walked into Trixsie's room. Trixsie was laying down looking at the window. She wore all white. She now had a roboticized arm to replace the ripped off one. She was obviously a patient. "Trixsie...Trixsie? Are you listening to me?" The Doctor asked her. Her face was her answer. "You will be released from our custody today...We have hired a bodyguard for you...to make you feel safe. How long he will be your bodyguard...I do not know." Trixsie finally began, "A bodyguard?" "Yes, he will be here shortly...so gather your things-You're leaving." With that the Doctor left. Trixsie looked down. She felt sad...but she did not know why. The incident happened 2 months ago yet it felt like it was only yesterday. The door closed right after the doctor left Trixsie but then shortly opened and interupted her thoughts. A tall young man stood before her near the door way. She looked him up and down and thought he looked familiar. He wore a long, red coat that contrasted his pale skin and beautiful blue-green eyes. His hair golden blonde and was very long and spiky that stood up. Some random bangs hung down in front of his face. He took off his circular sun glasses and put them away. He smirked. She was a little confused but shortly smiled back. "You must be my body guard....right?" Trixsie asked him with an sweet voice. The young man was silent for but only a moment and then replied, "I am..and your name is Trixsie?" She nodded and asked, "What is your name again?" "Vash," He said calmly. "Hm...Vash...." She then had a flashback of something. In the flashback she saw a wanted poster with the name clearly written out and bold 'VASH THE STAMPEDE' who was wanted for a $60,000,000,000 reward. Her eyes widened but she held her voice back. "You look surprised miss, is something wrong?" She shook her head and then glanced at him again to make sure he looked like the man she saw in the picture 'VASH THE STAMPEDE'..... "No, no....nothing wrong at all.....yeah nothing..." He looked at her odd. Then his face suddenly changed into a different mood. The young man coughed and closed his eyes for a second and then opened them, with a grin on his face he said, "WHY, I WILL BE YOUR BODYGUARD FREEEEEE OF CHARGE. ECSPEACIALLLLLLYYY FOR A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG GIRL!" Vash said out of nowhere and attempted to smile seductively. She looked at him confused. "You are the weirdest person in the entire world....WHAT KIND OF BODY GUARD ARE YOU!?" "ONE OF KIND." He said in response and began laughing very abnormally. She sighed and got out of the patient's bed and walked over to her suitcase. She then realized Vash was still in the room. Her eyes turned to little dots. He smiled stupidly. Her teeth clenched. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!!!!!!!!" She screamed out. She threw something at him and he ran to the door. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! GEEZ WOMAN!! SCARE-IE" He closed the door behind him. He smiled to himself. She locked the door and got ready to pack and leave. Meanwhile back where Vash is. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING YOUNG MAN!? YOU'RE EATING ALL THE PATIENTS' FOOD!!!" An old lady scolded Vash. Vash was stuffing as much food into his mouth as he could. He ran away from the old lady to stop hearing her scratchy old hag voice. He sighed after he ate all the food he had in his hands. "hmm...all gone," he thought to himself. He looked around for something to do. Then the doctor found him. Vash gulped. "Vash?...Vash is that you? What are you doing!? Where is Trixsie? YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO GUARD HER!" ".....uh....she kicked me out of the room....because....uh i can't remember..." The doctor stared at Vash coldly and then said, "NO MATTER WHAT, YOU ARE ALWAYS SUPPOSE TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM!!!! ALWAYS!!!!!!!!! EVEN IF SHE'S DRESSING!!! SOMEONE COULD KILL HER AND YOU WOULDN'T WANT SOMEONE DEAD NOW WOULD YOU????" Vash laughed nervously and then went quiet. He could take this rule to his advantage. "Okay..OKAY...." Vash grinned "I'll go back." "Good...NOW GET!" Vash rushed back to the room and tried to open the door but it was locked. "HEY!! I'M STILL DRESSING!!!" Trixsie called out angrily Vash smiled evily. " "EXSCUSE ME MISS...BUT I HAVE TO COME IN.....IT'S A RULE....JUST THINK....YOU COULD GET KILLED RIGHT NOW!! AND I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO SAVE YOU!!" "I DON'T CARE!--I THINK I CAN TAKE CARE OF DRESSING MYSELF!!" She screamed out at him from the otherside. He kicked the door and then yelled out, "COME ON! OPEN UP!" "NO!!" Vash slammed his head on the door and surprisingly the door fell down. Trixsie screamed. Vash was on the floor dizzy. "Ugh.....where am I?....IT MUST BE RAINING IN HEAVEN NOW !" He excalimed something that made no sense. He tried to get up but fell. Trixsie went to the bathroom and slammed the door... "DON'T FOLLOW ME IN HERE EITHER PERVERT!!!!" Vash finally got up and hit himself for not catching a glimpse at Trixsie. He walked over to a chair restlessly and fell down on it. He began looking around the room. He heard the shower run in the bathroom where Trixsie was in. He began thinking if there was a window in the bathroom or not and remembered that he was in a hospital. He sighed and started going through Trixsie's belongings. He then caught glimpse of her suitcase but decided not to go through it. He walked back to his seat to wait. The shower finally turned off. There was a moment of silence until Trixsie's voice called out from the bathroom. "Hey...Vash?" She called out quietly but enough to catch Vash's attention. "Y-Yes?" He answered back. "I forgot the stupid towel by the window by the bed...and there's no extra ones in here. Can you bring me the towel?" "Yeah sure," He said with a warmth tone. Vash walked over to the window and and picked up the towel. He walked back over to the bathroom door and knocked on it once. The door opened and Trixsie's white hand grabbed it slowly but closed the door quickly. Vash didn't know why he didn't attempt to look. The hospital must have been getting to him. She said thank you as soon as the door closed. He sat back down until she came back out with a short black dress. "So...you got all dressed up for...heh heh--" Vash began. "For getting a job...don't get any ideas that we're going out on a date just because I'm in a dress!" She sighed and turned back to gather some more stuff to put in her suitcase. She then turned back to face Vash, " So are you going to be driving me around too? Do you even know what happened to me?" Vash looked down and took a deep breath, " Yes I have to drive you, and no I don't know what happened to you. But, I'd like to know." He smiled adorably. She looked at him curiously and then looked away. She went to get more things to put in her suitcase. "It must have been something pretty bad to shake you up this much, right?" Vash stammered. She turned to him quickly and showed him her left arm. "My arm got ripped off while I was still concious and on top of all that...I don't even know who or what did it to me...How would you feel?" She asked with an upset tone of voice. Vash looked saddened and could imagine her pain. He then walked over to her to comfort her. She moved away. "Well if it makes you feel any better. I don't have one real arm either," He chuckled , "Here look." He showed her his one arm that was implanted with a gun. Her eyes examined his arm. She then looked up at Vash. Into his eyes. He stared back. "But, your's is beautiful, compared to mine.You can't even really tell that it's not real," She stated softly. Vash put his hand on her shoulder and brought her closer to him. "Don't worry...I won't ever let anything bad happen to you...I promise." He said in a whisper. Trixsie was amazed of how much of a different person he acted than when she first met him in the morning. She couldn't understand him. She welcomed his embrace. Just then the door opened, both Trixsie and Vash seperated away from each other as if embarrassed. Trixsie blushed. The doctor knew that he broke up the atmosphere but continued to do what he was there to do. "Trixsie, Vash, are you both ready to leave? Another patient has to use this room." The old man doctor said. Trixsie turned to him and nodded. Vash glanced at her. Vash led the way to open the door for her after the doctor left. She closed her suit case and locked it. She picked it up and walked out of the room. Vash who was behind, her closed the door and followed. He then had a flash back of Rem but then quickly pushed it away. It was the past...and there was nothing he could do to change it. And now he finally found a new person to take interest in. He admits he falls easy for girls. Attractive girls. He knew that with Marianne and Elizabeth it wasn't love...just attraction. He sighed and was beginning to get hungry. He looked at a vending machine. He didn't have any spare change. Trixsie turned around to Vash. "Are you coming or not? Jesus what are you doing there just standing?HMMM!?" She yelled at him. Vash heard her and his eyes narrowed. He caught up to her. "Hey can we go somewhere to eat? I'm starving!" He perked up. She rolled her eyes and looked at the cab in front of her. "I thought that you were going to be driving...Do you even have a car!?" Vash became nervous and responded... "Uh...yeah...well my friend is uh...fixing it up for me...heh" Just then the driver's seat of the cab door opened and Nicholas Wolfwood came out. He pushed his black glasses down and inhaled some more of his cigarette. "Ya mean me, NEEDLE NOGGIN!?" Vash's eyes widened and he made an odd scream. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?!" Vash screamed out at him. Wolfwood began laughing queerly. Vash's eyes narrowed. Wolfwood closed the door. "HAHA so you're picking up hookers now?" Trixsie heard what he said and she punched him in the face. Vash began laughing. "AHH!" he held his face and moved his hand away from it to examine it to see if he was bleeding, "ER, FINE WHATEVER I DON'T NEED TO TAKE THIS!"He began walking to the other end of the cab. "Oh come on we're only kidding....Wolllffffwooood...HEY WAS THERE EVEN A REASON FOR YOU BEING HERE ANYWAY?" Vash asked with quickly. Trixsie was standing, watching the commotion. She studied the almost well dressed man. She interupted into the conversation Vash and the man were having. "So what are you suppose to be?...A priest?" She asked Wolfwood sarcastically. He looked her up and down. "Yes, in a matter of fact I am." "Well you sure don't act like a man of faith." "Well you don't act like a woman of faith either, MISSY!" Wolfwood yelled at her. She looked away and wasn't in the mood for arguing right now. Vash studied her. He felt her mood somehow. "Come on...Now let's just go without arguing, heh heh," Vash said and smiled briefly. The priest shrugged. "Fine with me. Alright every one get in the car," Wolfwood inhaled some more of his cigarette and puffed out the smoke. He got in the drivers seat and closed the door. Vash offered to help Trixsie put her things in the trunk of the cab but she shook her head and put her things in it herself. Vash felt bad, but he didn't know why. He wanted to help her. But she wouldn't let him. He got into the car after he saw her get in, in the back. The priest looked into the reer view mirror. "You luuuuve birds okay back there?" Wolfwood chuckled. Vash found himself blushing and then quickly spoke up, "HEY YOU'RE HERE TO DRIVE NOT TO TALK!" Trixsie looked out the window. Vash glanced at her and wondered why she didn't get offended with Wolfwood's comment. He sighed. It made him wonder. He then pushed his emmotional thoughts to the side and brought up what he asked Wolfwood earlier. "Hey Wolfwood?" Vash asked calmly. "Hm?" The priest responded with his cigarette in his mouth. "Why...Why are you here?" Wolfwood inhaled some more of his cigarette. The car was quiet for but a moment until Wolfwood responded, "I was hired to drive here personally. Because they knew I could be trusted with you. Plus I get some extra cash on the side. Oh and another thing...I don't have a place to stay so I might just crash at your place," Wolfwood began laughing. Vash scowled at the Priest, "I hope you're joking..." |
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