Legato Bluesummers™

"I Am Legato Bluesummers"

I was recruited by Knives after the July incident to make Vash The Stampede's life a living hell, though I don't really start my hellish nightmare upon Vash until about midway through the series. From that point on, I continued to weave a living nightmare for Vash not only on my own but also through a gang of eleven superpowered killers who are under my command: The Gung-Ho Guns.

If you must know about myself I possess dark power: the ability to control people's bodies against their will. ::Smirks:: My favorite bit of poetic justice is to make gangs of people who oppose me shoot each other although it really is quite a nice justice I do say myself, and with this special power that I have gain I can finally force Vash to cross the line he promised himself he'd never cross. By controlling some villagers and pointing their guns at his dear friends Meryl and Milly..I forced Vash into a choice between two unacceptable options: either allow the girls to die, or take the only possible action to save them...and kill me.

"If you didn't know how he got his power read below"

Legato's telekinetic powers come from the fact that he has Vash 's left arm. When Knives shot it off, it was attached to Legato. This is why Legato can control other people's bodies (originally one of Vash's and Knives powers) and can activate Vash 's angel arm the same way Knives did in July.

"Legato's Past Memory After Vash Pulled The Trigger"

***close up of Legato’s face***

Here I am awaiting my death. Ah... yes death, the sweetest thing in all the world. Why is he taking so long? I want my death! Then Master shall be pleased,....and I....I will be free......

Master is pleased.

I wasn’t always this way. There was a time when I had faith in the human race. One human actually, and yes, even in myself. That was a time when I wanted to live, a time when killing was not second nature to me. That was long before I ever met my Master. Though my life was not what you would call a wonderful existence.

My father was a bastard, he abused my mother and I on a regular basis. My mother tried to protect me, but her efforts yielded little, and instead of beating me he would turn on her. One night he came home particularly drunk and came straight for me. Mother got between us, angering him further, he gave her many blows that night. I watched helplessly in the corner as he dealt her the final blow. She toppled backwards into the coffee table, her head was smashed in by a sharp metal ornament I had convinced her to buy at the market only a few days before. My father could find no plausible excuse for her death and was taken by the authorities.

I was sent to the city of November to live with my father’s sister. Moving wasn’t hard I, had no friends at school, so there was nothing to miss in Resh town. And nothing to look forward to in November. My aunt Meredith had children of her own and saw me only as a burden, and though she gave me little regard, her children taunted me on a regular basis. My uncle Dean was a contractor and was rarely at the house, but he supported his children in their torment of me. They received all of my family’s possessions when I moved in, including all the money my mother had left me. Yes, they even received the ornament that killed her.

I was even more alone then, than I had been in Resh. But that changed the day I began first grade. I was being taunted as usual by the other boys who saw me as a freak.

***The scene goes wobbly as he speaks about the past. We see him in the middle of a playground (he is about 6). He’s sitting on the ground, his head bowed, crying. We see a little girl about the same age looking at him. She is with some other girls who are playing four corners. She walks over to him holding a ball in her hands.***

"Hi."

Legato looks up, tears in his eyes. She smiles warmly extending her hand politely and saying "My name’s Tana. What’s yours?" He looks a little stunned at first, he wipes his face dry with his shirt, smiles and shakes her hand.

"I’m Legato."

She looks in his eyes "Want to play?". They begin to play with her ball.

She was new, her family had just moved there from December. She was like an angel, my own guardian angel.

Still I can’t help wonder ....if we had never met would it still have ended this way?

***a pained look crosses his face as he remembers*** If I hadn’t found her would I have been different? If she hadn’t cared, would I have killed so many?... If ...she hadn’t died... would I have wanted death so much...?

Hi, I’m Tana. What’s your name?(Child)

Come on Legato hurry up. (Teen)

Legato, your day dreaming again. (Woman)

Monster!(Man)

Freak!( Old women)

You killed her!(Another man)

It’s all your fault.(Several people all together)

***as he screams, the woman’s voice comes in again***

"Legato?...Legato?"

"You fell asleep. Maybe we should call it a night." She says softly.

"No, its not that late. I also wasn’t asleep" She looked at him with a curious smile "I was thinking."

" What about?" She asked.

"When we met, how you just kept smiling at me till I smiled back. You didn’t care what other people thought." She smiles. ***the scene fades into another***

A pair of hands come out from behind him quickly covering his eyes. "Guess who!" Said the girl’s voice, now a teen herself.

"Tana, what are you doing?" He turns his head around to look her in the eyes. The smile on her face turns to concern as she sees the bruised right side of his.

"What happened?" She reaches out and gently touches the edge of his black eye .

"It’s nothing." He turns back to his book.

"Don’t give me that...." She sits down "its your cousins again isn’t it?" He lowers the book.

"Yeah." he sighs.

She wraps her arms around him and whispers in his ear "I am sorry. And....happy birthday." She kisses his cheek and places a small package in his lap. He opens it. Inside is a small frame with a picture of them.

I hated being touched by anyone. She was the only exception to that. Being physically and verbally abused for years had made me want to shut away from other people. She was the only reason I stayed, the only thing that kept me.....sane. She rarely spoke harshly or lost her temper, and she.....cared. She neither blamed me for the anger and hatred that welled up inside of me, nor reprimanded me for wanting revenge. Revenge was what I soon was to discover I could have.

He stops to listen. He thinks no one is there, turns and continues. He’s jumped from behind by two figures. One holds him fast, while the other begins to strike him repeatedly (mainly in the face and stomach). The one holding Legato throws him into a brick wall (to left). Legato turns to face them. The two charge forward (one holds a pipe, the other a switch blade). ***Legato’s eyes clench in anger*** The two figures are thrown backwards by some invisible force and crash into the opposite wall. Legato stands stunned for a moment. He is covered with sweat and is trembling (as though exhausted).*** a close up of the assailants is shown. It is obvious the two are dead.*** Legato staggers away, unfazed. He arrives on a porch, he knocks once. His arm drops to his side. He says "Tana" softly as he collapses. She opens the door, she is slightly frantic when she sees him.

"Legato? Legato?!"

***Inside the house. Legato lies on a bed in the corner of the room. Tana sits in a chair beside him.***

"Umm..." Legato opens his eyes and looks around the room as it comes into focus.

"Oh! Your finally awake." She smiles "You’ve been out for three days."

"Three days?" He slowly sits up.

"Be careful, don’t stress yourself." He touches her hand gently.

"Don’t worry! I’m fine."

***The scene fades away into darkness. Soon his face overtakes the darkness.***

After that, I knew I didn’t have to put up with it anymore. I had away to fight back, to get back at all of them. My cousins soon learned I wasn’t what I seemed and left me alone. However my Uncle persisted and weeks later he died of a sudden heart attack. *** we see his uncle being pulled out on a stretcher*** I didn’t care, I was in control. I moved out after my seventeenth birthday. Bought a small house with savings from my part time job at a factory. I was able to support myself with that job, my grades were good and I was holding a position as manager. Things were going so well. I was nineteen soon. Tana and I had been seeing each other for so long that I was finally going to ask her marry me. I had visions of a quiet wedding, and children, my children. I was finally going to be happy. I was taking her to my place to ask her. But when I opened the door....

***They walk into the house, stopping in the living room. An angry voice calls out, and a large man steps out of the shadows.***

"You thought I’d just forget you! You little runt!"

My father. How, I still don’t know. He grabbed hold of me, I was surprised at first. But soon realized it was him. I let loose my anger and frustration all at once, pent up over what he’d done.

*** The man’s screams fill the room, blood flying. A higher pitched scream follows.***

***Legato’s eyes widen*** I didn’t realize what I had done.

***He turns around. Tana is laying on the floor, her eyes wide and lifeless.***

"Tana...." ***He runs to her, lifting her lifeless body in his arms. There on the floor covered in blood sat the ornament. Tears begin to fall. He clutches her close to him as they continue to flow. ***

I killed her. ***Her form fades as the bodies of the dead take shape around him. Her blood on his hands spreads. Threatening to consume him. All he can see is death.***
"I DIDN’T MEAN TO!" ***He hollers out to the darkness. His being plagued by sorrow.***

"I DIDN’T MEAN TO!" ***He hollers out to the darkness. His being plagued by sorrow.***

I’m sorry.

***A light shines on the crouched body of a sadistic killer reduced to a sobbing heap.***

So sorry.

***The sound of soft footsteps is heard. A hand gently reaches out, accompanied by a tender and familiar voice.***

"I know."

***He looks up into her eyes, surprise and disbelief covering his face.***

"I’ve been waiting. Legato, it’s time."

***He can think of no words to say as he stands. She takes his hand. They walk into the light. The light disappears, and we are left in darkness, to admit to our own faults and, in time, find our own redemption.***

"The Forgotten Gung-Ho-Guns"

"Elendira the Crimsonnail"

The thirteenth Gung-Ho Gun and supposibly the most "powerful." Also referred to as "lost" number 13. He shoots giant red nails from a large briefcase with him that transforms into a crossbow. Like Vash, Elendira often acts childish and flippant. He is a transvestite, and normally wears feminine clothing and a pillbox hat. However, underneath these he also wears restraining armor, and after disabling it is able to move at an even more inhuman speed than he is usually capable of. He seems to dislike Me and fired a nail into my torso in a conversation I had with him after arriving on a Zeppelin. he holds some jealousy of me, beacuse I lack a number in the Gun-Ho Guns whitch implies that I am on a whole other level from the Gun-Ho Guns, including Elendira himself.

"Livio the Double Fang"

Knives receives reinforcements from the priest/assassin cult "the Eye of Michael". Livio is very large and strong and has small cross-shaped guns called Double Fang strapped on his arms which turn into two double machine-guns which can be shot from both ends (hence his title). Like Wolfwood, his body has been enhanced through increased metabolic rate but Livio's enhancements have been improved, allowing him not only to recover from normal wounds but also from serious near fatal wounds in a matter of seconds. He is a childhood friend of Wolfwood, having grown up in the same orphanage as him. During his time with Wolfwood as a child he seems to have had the name "Livio the Crybaby".

Livio has also a split personality, manifesting in the form of a violent psychotic personality known as Razlo. This Razlo personality is also treated as another member of the Gung Ho Guns and is known as The Tri-Punisher of Death (see below). Razlo was created during Livio's time in the orphanage, forcing him to leave when Razlo became too violent.

"Razlo the Trip of Death"

Knives receives reinforcements from the priest/assassin cult "the Eye of Michael". Initially it seems that Tri-P of Death is an elderly, bearded man in a wheelchair. It turns out that the man in the wheelchair is in fact the real Chapel, while the Tri-P of Death is Razlo, an aggressive, psychotic split personality of Livio the Double Fang with a third bionic arm. Razlo wields three Punishers, hence his title Tri-P(unisher) of Death. He is aided by three servants who carry his Punishers while Livio's persona is active.

Razlo was first created when Livio was a child. After years of abuse and eventually abandonment at the hands of his parents, Livio's negative emotions surged as Razlo, whom committed random acts of violence as Livio blacked out. Aware of Livio, Razlo tried to inform him of his presence by writing letters and placing them in his pocket for Livio to find when he awakened. Razlo only appears after Livio has suffered intense pain or violence, as the usual purpose of an alternate personality's creation is to rid fearful and painful experiences from the original personality's mind by experiencing them themselves.