Stories
The Lost
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Trowa: What are you doing here?
A woman dressed in a blue suit walks slowly in the door. She sees Trowa and immediately puts up her arm brace as they both yell,
Both: Hands up!
Knowing that they both have the same intentions, the woman shoots Trowa and walks to the wounded Quatre.
She takes out a small black box next to the wounded Quatre. She doesn't say a word as she takes out needles and test tubes.
She looks at Quatre; Quatre looks up painfully and sees her green eyes glowing back at him, coldly.
Quatre: Hello. I'd shake hands, but as you can see, I'm injured.
She doesn't say a word as she prepares the needle.
Quatre: Are you going to stick that thing into me?
Woman: No.
Quatre: You look sad. Is there something wrong?
No answer.
Trowa: She doesn't talk much. What are you doing, Ma'am?
Woman: Call me what you want but don't call me Ma'am.
Trowa: Why? What are you going to do about it?
Woman: You really what to know?
A gun clicks and the woman looks behind.
Woman: Oh, come on. You're going to shoot me?
Dorothy: Yes. For interfering with my mission.
Woman: and you're going to shoot me?
Dorothy: Yes.
Woman *smiles*: In the head?
Dorothy: Well, I was going to shoot you in the back, but if you want it in the head, fine.
Woman: Oh, be my guest, shoot me in the back. I'm not going to stop you.
Dorothy *drops the gun terrified*: What are you?
Woman: Well, fine. I'll teach you all a lesson. Not to mess with me.
She picks up the gun.
Woman: This is going to hurt a little, but the pain will go away. I do not want any of you to interfere with this, all right?
They nod. The Woman shoots herself in the gut. She starts to yell a bit then watches the bullet wound disappear.
Woman: See, I told you it'd be weird.
Trowa: In all my days in the circus, I never once saw someone who could do that.
Woman: But you saw the bearded lady, right?
Trowa: Don't tell me you grow a beard now.
Woman *smiles*: No.
The woman drops to where Quatre is and takes out a needle and pops it in his arm. Then she pops one in Trowa's arm. Trowa shouts but takes it in.
Woman *warning Quatre*: This should only hurt for a few minutes.
Trowa: Don't--
Before Trowa could finish, Quatre was out cold and floating.
Woman: What were you going to say?
Trowa: He faints. Or he was about to. Why am I talking to you? I never talk to strangers.
Woman *walks up close to him and whispers*: Maybe you're just a little crazy.
Trowa: Maybe I am, what are you going to do about it?
Woman: Ask if I can join your circus?
Dorothy starts laughing, Trowa cracks a smile, and the woman walks away with a straight face.
Trowa: How can you keep a straight face all the time?
Woman: It is a time to morn. I feel unhappy for the lives that are gone. I can't rest until I feel sure that life will be peaceful again.
Trowa: Most people cry.
Woman *walks over to Quatre and grabs him*: Well, I can't cry!
Trowa: Why can't you cry?
Woman *Helps him down and holds him up until he wakes up*: That's a question I must find out on my own.
Trowa: Maybe I can help.
Woman *smacks Quatre's cheeks*: No one can help me. I will be forever alone. Fate has taught me that.
Trowa: Well, you will be alone no longer. Quatre and I will help you realize that you will be alone no longer and that your own true heart will prevail. Unless you're like me.
Woman *Quatre wakes up fine, no cut, no pain*: I will not let you help me, because everyone that comes close to me ends up dying! I only know how to destroy! So you stay back.
Trowa: All right. If that is what you wish.
Quatre: Please do not give up that easily. I was once like you. I once believed that my life was meaningless, but I was wrong. Everyone's life is a precious thing, even yours.
Woman: Why should I believe you, small one?
Quatre: Because I told you, I've been there. I've been down that road a million times. You don't want to be there.
Woman looks away into her own memories. Then a shot hits her. She sees Quatre's past and Quatre sees hers. They are both terrified of their past lives and relapse back to reality.
Trowa *shakes Quatre*: Tell me, what do you see?
Quatre *cries*: Something terrible.
Trowa: What hurts you so much? Why are you crying?
Quatre: I can't tell you that.
Woman *hurried*: I must leave!
Trowa: Wait, you've got to tell me what he saw!
*Pauses then quietly says* Why can't you cry? What has made you act this way?
Woman *starts to leave, has her back to them*: Life.
Trowa: You don't want to go out there. There are tons of soldiers, you won't survive.
Woman: I'll make a bet with you that I will. I am a former Knight of Aquamnia. I was trained to do this and you would have no idea what's out there now. You would be terrified.
TO BE CONTINUED....I think....
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