The Desert's Poisonous Touch::(Trigun)

The Desert's Poisonous Touch::(Trigun)

At The Ruins Of July

Desert's Tears calmly strolls out of the crumpling wreckage of the city, once known as July. A satisfied expression settles on her face, which is being complimented by the blood splatter upon her sun kissed skin. Her black cloak, now ragged and semi-burnt, dances behind her, along with her jet black, medium length hair. The cool breeze is a gift from the gods in the desert heat.
Suddenly, the remains of the long forgotten city of July explodes, its stone bricks being flung into the smoky sky, then plummeting back down to the sandy earth below, crashing anything that might have been living there. The aftershock of the explosion whips the dancing cloak and her hair in front of her. Her once mischievous grin stretches into a lustful grin as she sheaths her kodachi and re-holsters her silver 30 caliber pistols to her upper thigh. Her sea foam eyes pierce through her thick, alluring hair as the sand reforms itself from under her black combat boots.
The sun’s hot heat waves barely weaken the 24 year old fugitive, but since she’s used to the desert’s heat, it only affects the speed she travels. To conserve her energy, she moves slower than a person’s normal pace and travels with the wind, so if the breeze is the opposite way she plans on going, she’ll find some sort of shelter abruptly and campout there until the wind changes course. It’s said that Desert’s Tears lives in the desert, hidden from the rest of the world. She has only been spotted in the cities when causing destruction.
Meanwhile, in the detritus of July, a man with a red long trench coat runs out, his tall spiky blonde hair leaning back in the air slightly. In his right hand, he grasps a silver gun which gleams in the dead, dull rubbish that once surrounded him. He blasts out of the city’s half standing barrier and spots the dark silhouette slowly strolling away from the ruins through his orange sun glasses. The sand sprays out behind him as he charges, calling out for Desert’s Tears to stop. She decreases her already dawdling speed and barely turns towards him from his pleads.
“Why did you target July? It’s been abandoned for years,” the blonde man as he reduces his running to a slow jog.
“The same reason you were attracted to that city,” she begins, her face shadowed by the cloak’s hood. “It was calling to me. I guess it was calling you too, Vash the Stampede?” This statement makes Vash, the blonde man, stop completely, and his eyes to widen behind his shades. Desert’s Tears smirks at his predictable actions and she slightly bows respectfully, her mischievous grin printed on her face. “Nice to meet you as well Vash,” she states, rising. “Is there any other questions before I start off?” Vash remains quiet, until Desert’s Tears turns away, he calls out, “What’s your real name?”
“Raine Redgrave,” she replies turning back to Vash, glancing at him until the wind picks up and blows the hood off, revealing Raine’s blood-splattered, sun kissed and soft complexion. Her once piercing sea foam eyes are now accompanying the mischievous smile with her hair now blowing behind her. She faces away from Vash and slowly walks away while Vash sprints after her until he hears a motorcycle engine rev causing him glance to the left, spotting his old friend. But when he scans for Raine, she’s aiming her silver 30 caliber pistols at his friend, Nicolas D. Wolfwood.
“Raine!” he calls over to her, panic ringing in his voice. She glances over at him with bloodlust eyes and lowers her arm, then returns her gazes at the motorcyclist, who pulls up to Vash, jumps off and points the large cross at Raine’s cloaked form. Before Vash could tell Wolfwood not to, the wander priest blasts a round of bullets in her direction. She simply smirks, aims her gun and shoots Wolfwood’s bullets off course. She smirks more, then aims at the man’s gun, then shoots it so it jams the barrel of the gun. Raine charges Wolfwood once the breeze picked up, blowing her hair in front of her and her cloak.
Raine ducks under the gun then jabs numerous spots in his legs and works her way up to his chest, hitting all of the major pressure points with the handle of the gun, causing him to kneel down, using the jammed gun as support while Raine maneuvers her way to the back of his neck, her eyes glowing with bloodlust. She goes to pound the handle of the gun into Wolfwood’s neck, causing him to be paralyzed and/or die, until Vash grabs her wrist twists it then hits the back of her hand. The awkward angling leaves her no choice but to drop the gun into the sand and her to come out of her murderous trance.
Slowly, she backs away from the slightly heavily breathing priest, keeping eye contact with the awed Humanoid Typhoon. She bows her head and turns away, walking into the distance. Vash, now out of the trance, kneels to the priest and kneels next to him.