Rem: A Life Relived
Prologue: Fall
Day of the Great Fall.
"Good-bye Vash. Take care of Knives." I said, a single tear falling down my cheek.
"No, Rem, NO!" I heard Vash cry.
I choked back sobs, tears falling freely now, and ran toward the control center. "I'm sorry, Vash, I'm sorry Knives, I have to save them, or else it will make him sad. Oh, Alex. Is there time?" The empty corridors answered back with only an ever repeating alert.
"ALERT, ALERT, IMPACT IN TEN MINUTES. ALERT, ALERT--"
I ran harder than I ever have in my life, reaching the control center in seconds.
I punched the keypad to the door and rushed inside. I gasped in horror. The captain lay hunched in his chair, blood covered his chest.
"Oh, God, no." I hesitated, but only for a second. I reached a trembling hand over the captains corpse and realigned the trajectory on the falling ships.
I sank to my knees, one hand resting on the control panel and my eyes on the display monitor, "Oh, Alex, is it enough?" I closed my eyes and saw his black gravity defying hair, and his wacky grin.
"Good-bye Vash, Knives," I said one last time. One last tear fell. Then there was nothing but oblivion.
* * *
Throughout my life, I never thought I would die like this. When I was younger, I wanted to die in battle. Honorably, I guess. I suppose if you knew me when I was a teen, then met me now you say we were different people. Sometimes I think back to those days. Like now. I'm dead. At least I think I am. You know how some people say that in the last moment before death their life flashes before their eyes? It's happening to me now. But I see other things as well.
My angels, Vash and Knives, I see them in the near and distant future. For many years to follow I see chaos surround the two. Then I see peace. Maybe all I went through was means to an end greater than anything I could achieve in my lifetime? I guess we'll see.
Day of the Great Fall.
"Good-bye Vash. Take care of Knives." I said, a single tear falling down my cheek.
"No, Rem, NO!" I heard Vash cry.
I choked back sobs, tears falling freely now, and ran toward the control center. "I'm sorry, Vash, I'm sorry Knives, I have to save them, or else it will make him sad. Oh, Alex. Is there time?" The empty corridors answered back with only an ever repeating alert.
"ALERT, ALERT, IMPACT IN TEN MINUTES. ALERT, ALERT--"
I ran harder than I ever have in my life, reaching the control center in seconds.
I punched the keypad to the door and rushed inside. I gasped in horror. The captain lay hunched in his chair, blood covered his chest.
"Oh, God, no." I hesitated, but only for a second. I reached a trembling hand over the captains corpse and realigned the trajectory on the falling ships.
I sank to my knees, one hand resting on the control panel and my eyes on the display monitor, "Oh, Alex, is it enough?" I closed my eyes and saw his black gravity defying hair, and his wacky grin.
"Good-bye Vash, Knives," I said one last time. One last tear fell. Then there was nothing but oblivion.
* * *
Throughout my life, I never thought I would die like this. When I was younger, I wanted to die in battle. Honorably, I guess. I suppose if you knew me when I was a teen, then met me now you say we were different people. Sometimes I think back to those days. Like now. I'm dead. At least I think I am. You know how some people say that in the last moment before death their life flashes before their eyes? It's happening to me now. But I see other things as well.
My angels, Vash and Knives, I see them in the near and distant future. For many years to follow I see chaos surround the two. Then I see peace. Maybe all I went through was means to an end greater than anything I could achieve in my lifetime? I guess we'll see.