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Dema- Oh my. Foreshadowing me thinks?
First off, I'd like someones opinion on this.....Is this a Bebop sue, or just a really, really confusing story, or someone stuck this in the wrong catagory? I'm baffled! My brainmeats hurt.

Anyway, on to today's Sue, which is a Trigun one. Because there's so many to choose from. Ack. This Sue, seems rife with angst. And vaguely insinuated inhuman-ness. Not really toxic, just pathetic, really.

Story Or Series Title:Dema
Fandom: Trigun.
Culprit Author's Name: icenectar. Author gets points for not using the same username as the Sue.
Summary: Vash runs into a young girl who has almost died from being exposed to the harsh enviroment and dehydration. Who is she and what are the secrets that she hides?

Full Name (plus titles if any): Dema.
Full Species(es): It's hinted shes like a Plant at the end, but it's not said. So I don't know, really.
Hair Color (include adjectives): Mauve. "Her hair was cut short and close to her head except for long, wild bangs that hid part of her face".
Eye Color (include adjectives): Pale blue. Pale blue and mauve? Has this author got no sense of style? Oh wait, they never seem to. x_x;
Unusual Markings/Colorations: "a scar on her hand was exactly the same as the symbol for the devil" counts, I think.
Special Possessions (if any): A highly developed sense of paranoia?

Annoying Origin: Not mentioned, and left vaguely as "I don't know where I came from".
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: Hangs around Vash. Thankfully, they aren't related. It seems everyone wants her...not like that, but everyone seems to be looking for her.
Annoying Special Abilities: Apparently makes accurate predictions and can heal others. Ooh, I'm intrigued. Or not.
Other Annoying Traits: Is constantly suicidal, and makes Vash, whom is in canon reality, a very smart person seem like a complete idiot and scatterbrain. Oh and she drones on and on about how rejected and awful her life is. Give it a rest, would you? And flashbacks. Ow.

Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:


The twin suns beat mercilessly down upon the gritty golden terrain. A warm wind blew up, kicking particles of sand as she wearily fell to her feet. She brought her canteen to her lips and pitifully waited for a drop of moisture to be delivered from the weather-beaten container. It was empty. She cried in anger at being deprived of liquid refreshment as her strength gave out and collapsed onto the heated desert terrain.

She had wandered into town only a week ago but got chased out because she was different. The townspeople called her "demon girl" because a scar on her hand was exactly the same as the symbol for the devil. She had done nothing to deserve the name, save perhaps making a few accurate predictions but that was all. Panic had set in and she was kicked out of town. She wandered haphazardly into the desert and gotten herself completely lost. She had also run out of provisions. Now she lay in the sand and waited to die.


Some time later, a young man with a long red coat and spiked blonde hair came upon her. He picked her up and carried her to the nearest town. He laid her on a bed in a hotel room and placed a damp cloth on her forehead. He opened a window and sat down in a chair. He wondered what had happened to bring her close to death in the middle of the desert.

When she awoke, she got the feeling that she was not alone. A careful scan of the room, proved her theory. A young man with spiked blonde hair and a red trench coat sat sleeping in a chair near the window. She sat up and he stirred. She drew back, frightened that he was some evil person intent on raping or even murdering her.


"Hey. You're finally awake. You were out for a long time. You would have died out there if I hadn't run across you when I did," he said and she looked at him.

"Perhaps it would have been better if you had left me where you found me," she said and the young man looked at her.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I'm not wanted. People see me as a demon child. I'm an outcast and I would have only been murdered eventually. I still may be. I know nothing about you and you have the advantage."

He laughed and she looked at him. He handed her a plate of food and she looked at it and then at him.

"Why should I trust you?" she asked and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, right now, you don't have a choice do you?" he asked and she sighed.

"No. I guess you're right."

"Want something to drink? I'm sure you got thirsty out there in the desert."

"You're not going to poison me or anything are you?"

"Of course not. I like pretty girls."

"You're going to take advantage of me?"

"Me? No."

"Oh."

"Just take it. I'm Vash. Maybe a name will help you feel more relaxed."

"They called me Dema. It's short for demon or something like that. I don't really know who I am or where I came from."

"Why did they think you were a demon?"

"Well, I made some correct predictions. I also have the ability to heal others."

"That's a great thing to have."

"Not everyone thinks so. I was persecuted so bad that I thought of killing myself so many times. It's just too bad that I'm a terrible shot."

"No one has the right to take their own life."

"I know that. It just seems to be the only option sometimes."

"There's always another option besides death. You just have to want to see that option."

"I suppose that's true. But, what do I do now? I was driven from the city and I have no other place to go. I can't afford the fare for a sand steamer so I'm stuck here in the middle of nowhere. I guess that's the story of my life. The first thing I remember is being in the middle of nowhere and it seems that that's going to be the last thing I remember too."

"Perhaps you can come with me for just a little while. I can get you out of this area and you can start anew."

"You can do that? Wait, why should I trust you?"

"I saved you, didn't I?"

Why did you have to go and save her Vash? Now she'll just complain and angst for the rest of the story. Which she does.

She had never had friends before so why should now be any different? She turned and walked back into the other room and noticed the tip of a gun that lay on the floor. She picked it up and looked at it. It was the gun that the young man had been carrying. He didn't seem to be the person that would leave weapons lying carelessly about but she took his carelessness as good fortune. She picked the weapon up and aimed the barrel at her face. She stared at the cold, metallic object and hoped that her aim had improved. She pressed down on the trigger then felt the gun jerk upwards. The bullet flew upwards, shattering the incandescent light bulb and Dema opened her eyes. Vash pulled the gun out of her hand and looked at her.

"There's always another option besides death. You just have to see that option. You have to want to see that option," he said and Dema turned away from him.

"Look, they're going to kill me when they find out that I'm here so why should I wait for death? Why can't I take my life right now instead of having to wait for them to take it for me? I don't have a choice in this matter," she said as she glanced out the window.

"Death is never a solution. It only worsens the problem."

"You can say all that just fine. You've never had to go through what I've been through. All I remember is persecution. I don't know who I am or what I am but I know that I'm hated. You can't identify with that."

See? See? Angst, angst. It gets a bit boring after a while.

Stupid. That's what she had been. She had been so completely idiotic for believing him. She should have just allowed herself to die in that desert heat. She should have at least jumped off the sand steamer when the opportunity had presented itself but she hadn't.

Why had she stayed with him? Look at where it had gotten her. She was nowhere better off than she had been lying in the middle of the desert just waiting to die. She forced herself to run faster, feeling the sharp pain in her back. She knew that she had torn her old wounds open again but she didn't care. She didn't want to live any longer anyway.

The image of the blue-haired man with sinister eyes filled her mind. Her motor skills were lessening as she continued to run. She soon gasped as her entire body cried out in pain.

"I believed him. I even tolerated him. Look at where that got me. I might as well stop avoiding hell. There's nothing for me here."

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The quiet desert night calmed her as she ran a hand over the whitened desert sand. She thought about Vash as tears stained the bleached ground she lay on. She had been wrong. So very wrong. Her past had blinded her from seeing the good intentions in Vash's heart.
Now, nothing could save her. Not even the Lost Technology the humans had become so dependent on. She would now never know what she truly was but she knew one thing. She had been a paranoid idiot and she had lost so much by not trusting the one person that had really wanted to help her.
"What's this?" a voice asked and Dema glanced up in shock. She recognized that voice from her childhood. The death and destruction of the one city she stood in and the only person she remembered seeing besides a blur of crimson was his.
"Something attacked you?" he asked as he knelt in front of her.
"Who...who are you?" she found herself asking, for he had not changed since she had seen him standing in the shadows of a dead city who knew how many years ago.
"I am called Legato Bluesummers. It is a name you will be eternally grateful to."

Ugh...x_x; Three chapters of this. At least she dies in the end. Hurrah.