Another Murder of Crows
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Title: Another Murder of Crows
Author: Karen/KKChitown
Part: 9/?
Warnings: SEXUAL ASSAULT!!!! This part contains an assault scene with
a deadly weapon. (No not that you hentais!) ^__^ Language as usual,
shounen ai or yaoi (1x2, 1xR, 3x4, 4x?, 5xS) whatever your bag is,
and other...unusual stuff.
Feedback: Craved, per usual
Disclaimer: Hell, you should know it by now.
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Another Murder of Crows: Part 9
By Karen
These last few days have put my internal clock completely off. The
sun is so bright and cheerful that there is no way it could be early
in the morning. I stretched audibly, the bones in my back popping as
I turned my head to see Wufei's clock. Just as I thought. It's 11:36.
Uhg. Usually, I'm on my way to lunch at this time.
Also, I was pretty close to the alarm clock too, almost to the edge
of the bed. I was sleeping in Wufei's spot, so I guess he got up and
went to work this morning. Work. Double uhg.
I sat up, stretching still, and began to rub the sleep out of my
eyes. I couldn't help but smile to myself. I feel good. Refreshed
even. It's like all of this weight that was on my head and chest were
dramatically lifted off of me, never to be thought of again. It's
almost as if the past few days didn't happen. I want to say that it's
a dream, which I know isn't true, but it has that appeal. I actually
feel my age. It's amazing what some good sleep can do. Now, all I
need is a cup of tea.
Scratching my head, I started to pull the covers off of me and opened
my eyes to see...Heero. To say I was surprised would've been a flat
out lie.
"AH!" I let out a very very VERY undignified yelp, flying back in
surprise. In doing so, I started to fall off of the bed. In a
desperate attempt, I flailed my arms out to grab something. My left
hand wrapped itself in the bedspread and my right hand clamped onto
the alarm clock, with both items following me down to the floor. I
landed with a very unsatisfactory `thud' on my back, the sheet
slithered quietly to the floor, and the clock landed with a
loud `clang' when it hit me in the forehead. Triple uhg.
I stayed on the floor after that, too stunned to move. I heard before
I saw Heero walk around the bed, and from the angle I was in it
seemed like he was walking on a wall rather than the floor. He
stopped maybe two steps away from me and sat down next to me, placing
two mugs by his feet. Staring me straight in the face,
expressionless, he asked, "Did I scare you?"
I rolled my eyes. I should choke him, but my hands probably wouldn't
wrap around his neck. "No, Odin, I do this every morning. Really, its
quite enjoyable. You should try it some time." The sarcasm almost
solidified on my lips.
"Hn," was all he grumbled, and held out a hand to help me up. I took
the offered hand and sat up, wincing a bit when my forehead started
throbbing. He picked up one of the mugs and handed it to me, which I
also accepted. It was hot tea with lemon. Thank Allah. If I had a
macaroon, [2] I would be in heaven. "Thank you."
"Hn," he grumbled again, sipping on his coffee. I sipped on the hot
tea, swishing it in my mouth for a bit before swallowing it. I could
feel where the hot liquid burned my lip and tongue, but I ignored it.
You get use to it after a while.
"Thank you for the card. It's gorgeous."
Heero stared into his coffee cup, watching his reflection waver on
the surface. "You're welcome. And I am sorry. I didn't realize that
I....hurt you."
Heero had the expression of a chibi-eyed, hurt puppy. I hate it when
he makes that face. I believe that if he had it in him to make that
face at the beginning of the war, Romafellar would've fallen to their
knees in tears. Maybe he can try against White Fang, its just so
sad. "It's okay, and I'm sorry too." If he doesn't stop soon, *I'm*
going to cry.
"So, how is the fetus doing?"
"Oh, he's doing good. Iria watches over him diligently. With her
keeping tabs on him, I'm not worried about a thing."
"Good," he murmured over the rim of his cup, "that means I won't have
to kill her." I rolled my eyes again and looked up to the ceiling for
Allah, wondering `why me?' Iria is the only sister I have that Heero
likes–well–tolerates. It took a lot of coaxing from Duo and I to stop
him from trying to kill the rest of my sisters. Literally.
A pain radiating from my behind brought me out of my thoughts. We
were sitting on the wooden floor, but the floor was freezing cold. My
thin cotton pants didn't help me keep warm either, so I started to
shift and rock a bit to get the circulation going in my behind. Of
course we could've sat back on the bed, but that would've made too
much sense.
"So, why are you here, Odin? I know Relena leaves this evening around
seven for the Sanc kingdom. I thought you'd be helping her."
He sat his mug on the floor, leaned back against the mattress, and
crossed his arms over his chest. Not a good sign. "Rashid told me
what happened last night."
Oh crud. "He did? How?"
"I called to ask if you could stop by the Preventers today and help
Wufei with some things I knew he would have trouble handling. He told
me about the incident with the mirror and with the hole in the wall.
I didn't know you broke your mirror, I was told you cut your hand, so
I'm pissed you didn't mention that to me or call me for help last
night."
Oh great. "Odin, it was late and we didn't want to bother you."
"Bullshit. It was after ten when I called. I can always tell when
you're lying Quatre."
Right now, the line `you can't handle the truth' keeps replaying
itself in my head. How inconvenient. "Okay then. We didn't call
because you get all zero–systemy when something happens. I didn't
want you to blow up my house for the sake of something that happened
in my bathroom!"
Heero stayed quiet for a moment, I guess considering some options.
I'm starting to sweat, and its not because I'm hot. I get nervous
when he's quiet too long. That means he could possibly be
thinking...about explosives. "I get all zero...systemy," he said
slowly.
I must admit that I could've said that better, and I could've said
that without sounding like Duo too. "Uh, yeah. You see," I began,
twisting my ring, "you get into this frame of mind where nobody can
reach you no matter what they say. Sometimes its disconcerting." I
glanced up to look him in the eye.
I was expecting the Yuy death glare accompanied with laser beams, but
instead I was rewarded with a very sly smirk. "What's so funny?"
His smirk started to turn into a smile. "That's a nice shade on you."
"What? What are you talking about?" I touched my cheeks and ran my
fingers across my lips. They came back stained red, but not a natural
red. "Oh no he didn't." I jumped up and across the bed to Wufei's
bathroom. Staring me back in the face was a nightmare.
Duo, it could only be him, had put makeup on my face. A lot of it. My
lips were a bright red, and judging from the words printed on the
bottom of the lipstick, where it and the rest of the makeup sat
around the sink, read `fire engine red 03.' Worse yet, it was smeared
across my face as if I kissed someone. The pale green eyeshadow with
glitter didn't help much, not to mention that I had on so much
mascara I looked like a racoon. My cheeks were a deep rouge, and done
in a compacted circle that it looked like I had the colored cheeks of
one of those porcelain dolls.
"I'm going to KILL him!" I yelled at the mirror. "Uh, he is so dead!"
To help matters along, I could hear Heero roaring in the bedroom, and
Heero laughs as often as the Earth rotating in full around the sun.
That's it. First, I'm going to kill Heero, then I'll kill Duo. Sounds
like a plan.
I jerked the cold water faucet to full blast and stuck my face under
it. I can still hear him laughing over the downpour of the water.
That little....something. I don't know what to call him, but when I
think of something, ha! I'll let him have it. Then when I wake up
from the coma, everything will be okay. Right.
The soap stung my eyes as I tried to work off the eyeshadow, making
me squint even harder. I don't understand how women deal with this.
Ah the burn! And my lips were drying out as I rubbed my soaped
covered hands across them, trying to remove the lipstick.
After I toweled my face dry and managed to open my watery, pain
filled eyes, I realized that Heero was standing in the doorway of the
bathroom, with money in his hand.
"Miss, what can I get for two credits?" He asked, that stupid grin on
his face. Why that little....
My train of thought was interrupted by Heero laughing, once again, at
his own joke. I paused briefly, hoping to catch him off balance
before launching myself at him. Unfortunately, he easily stepped
aside and I flew past him to land on the bed. He continued to howl.
Now how am I going to kill him and make it look like an accident?
I pushed myself off of the mattress and sat towards the edge, winded.
This entire situation is exhausting. Heero, still panting, came maybe
within four steps of me, and asked again, "So, what can I get for two
credits?"
I decided to react somehow, even though it wouldn't hurt him. I
smiled very cheekily, trying my best to look like a cheerful, little
waif, before I gave him the finger stiffly and snatched the credits
out of his hand. "THAT is what two credits will get you."
He continued to bellow while I gathered my clothes to get dressed.
It's not like I'm upset, but you know how it is. It's funny until
someone does it to you, so naturally, this isn't funny, at least to
me. And knowing Wufei, he probably helped Duo select the colors. You
can't do things like this without an accomplice. So I'll have to add
his name to my death list as well.
And I will have to kill Duo twice over because of his selection in my
wardrobe. I should've known better than to let him pack my clothes.
Don't get me wrong, the man can dress when he needs to, but he
doesn't understand that I have a certain...image to uphold. My dress
for the day was a pair of cut up pale blue jeans, with more slits
than not, a white t-shirt with short sleeves, and a black leather
jacket. This was the most decent thing in the backpack. The jacket I
have always liked, so that wasn't a big deal, but the jeans weren't
going to work. And I'm suppose to be on my way to the office?! Allah,
help me through this day. Please!
"Are you ready?" Heero yelled from somewhere in the apartment.
"Just about," I called from the living room, tying my shoelaces. "Hey,
Odin, I want to stop by my house to get some change of clothes."
Heero joined me in the living room. "No. I don't want you going back
until I check the house out. Besides, there's nothing wrong with what
you're wearing."
Of course that didn't make me feel better, coming from the man who
wore nothing but a green tank and spandex shorts for an entire
year. "I can't go to the office dressed like this. It's not
professional."
"Quatre," Heero started, pulling me to my feet. I reached down to the
coffee table and picked up the card he gave me, careful not to bend
it as I stuffed it into the backpack, "you're on medical leave in the
first place, and are only going in to do Wufei a favor, then you're
leaving. We'll be there an hour max. Nobody will notice."
I snorted. This day is going to be very long.
Very long.
***
"Ooh wee! Quatre, you lookin' kinda good dressed like that! Too bad
you're my boss huh?" Hilde teased from her desk as I was picking up
my messages. I could feel my blush spreading to my ears.
"Um, thanks, Hil. It's all I have, at the moment."
"Yeah, I heard something about vandalism or whatnot at your house.
You know you're always welcomed to crash at my place if you need to,"
she said seriously.
I smiled. She has sacrificed so much for us. Next to the guys, she is
the next person I trust with my life. "Thank you Hilde, I know. I
almost did last night, but I stayed at Wufei's. I'll probably go back
home tonight though."
"So long as everything's okay. Oh! Speaking of Wufei, he said to meet
him in his office to go over those proposals. Some of them need your
signature."
"Alright," I said happily. Maybe it won't take an hour after
all. "Here. Heero and I got you some donuts." On our way over, since
I haven't eaten yet and Heero is Heero, we stopped by McDonald's.
After that, we made another pit stop by Dunkin Donuts. I bought
enough food to practically feed Earth.
"Thanks!" She exclaimed happily before shoving a bearclaw in her
mouth. She and Duo have to be twins. There is no other way to explain
it.
I shoved the neon pink slips of paper that were my messages into one
of my pockets and preceded down the hall to Wufei's office. His was
only two doors down from mine, with Heero's the last door on the
left. Duo's was in another building, since he worked a great deal
with Zechs and Noin on patrol and training recruits. The three of us
did mostly political work.
I knocked on his door twice before slowly opening it and peeking my
head in. He sat behind his wooden desk, with stacks of paper up to
his ears, looking very unhappy.
"Bout time you got here," he said smugly, which was weird considering
the smirk that split across his face.
I came in and left the door cracked partially open. "Well, I would've
been here sooner, but it took awhile to work off the mascara. When
that dries, it's like cement."
Wufei collapsed deeper into his chair, laughing. "Oh, how I wanted to
see the expression on your face. This is for the time Duo stuck his
tongue in my ear."
"Hey, that wasn't my fault! And here's your lunch." I tossed him the
BLT that was still wrapped in that wax paper with the McDonald's
logo, and sat the bag down to get out his fries.
"Well, he wouldn't have done that if you didn't tell him that I was
asleep, so it IS your fault." He went to his fridge and got out two
coke cans, and popped the top on both.
"You know, I have to get you back for this."
He snorted. "Go ahead and try. I'd like the challenge."
I stuck my tongue out at him. "You would."
"You shouldn't stick your tongue out unless you intend to use it." I
jumped at the cheeky remark. Dorothy. I hate when she does that.
Don't get me wrong, she's not promiscuous by any means, and she is a
very kind and good natured person, but sometimes she gets in these
moods when she is very, how do I say, lewd. She's even made Duo
blush! Mr. Shameless himself. If that's not much of an
accomplishment, I don't know what is.
"Hello Dorothy," I said pleasantly. I don't harbor any bad feelings
against her from our duel two years ago, and from what I can tell,
she is truly sorry for what she had done. I'm just happy that I was
able to get through to her. Too bad Wufei doesn't feel the same. If
she wasn't a woman, he would've killed her a long time ago, but I've
heard him say that he might make the exception in her case. If its
not one thing, its another.
"Hello Quatre, you look very...interesting today. I heard you had a
rough night. Everything okay?" She placed her hands on her hips and
cocked her head to the side slightly, her face held a pinch of
concern.
"Yeah, everything's okay. I should be returning home tonight. Thank
you for asking."
"No problem at all. Just wanted to make sure everything's okay. If I
can help, let me know." She smiled beautifully, revealing her
straight, pearl white teeth. Dorothy really is a lovely girl, but her
eyebrows tend to be...distracting.
"Thank you for the offer Dorothy." I smiled back and dug around in
the bag, looking for the spare apple pie. "Do you want something? I
got a ton of stuff here–"
"No, that's alright thank you. I need to be going now. Miss Relena
and I need to be at the spaceport around six thirty or so, and we
still have a bunch of stuff to do. Just stopped by to make sure you
were okay." She leaned forward to kiss me on my cheeks, which is what
we always do, but right when she kissed my other cheek, I felt a
slight squeeze on my behind. Before the question could reach my lips,
she let go and quickly left the room, closing the door firmly behind
her. I stood stunned for a moment until Wufei's slight chuckle broke
me out of my reverie.
"You should've killed her when you had the chance," he said flatly. I
pulled one of the chairs that were off to the side in front of his
desk and sat down, grabbing a stack of papers while reading through
my messages.
"I thought it was dishonorable to fight women," I retorted, balling
up the first message and tossing it in the trash. I don't see the
need to have a subscription to `Whips and Chains'.
"She's not a woman," he said, shaking his head slightly, "she's a
demon. A long haired, forked eyebrow, butt groping demon."
"Right, sure she is," I commented dryly, throwing another message
away, this one about intercolony phone service.
"Quatre, are you mocking me?" he asked, his tone slightly angry.
"No Wufei, I'm not," I replied, not really paying attention, as
another message is shot into the trash. I don't know why Hilde would
waste her time taking these, "mocking you."
"Hn. Where's Odin?"
"Oh, he dropped me off and went to see Zechs. I don't know what
about." These people want another donation? Didn't I write them a
check about two weeks ago?
"Hn, probably about a security upgrade knowing those two."
"Probably." As if I don't have enough credit cards.
The last message was from my sister, Iria, asking me to call her when
I get the chance. I wonder why she didn't leave a message on my cell
phone. "Hey, Wu, I need your phone."
He reached out and turned the phone towards me without even looking.
I had the handle wedged between my head and shoulder as I dialed her
home number. After about three rings, the screen lit up with her
face, and she smiled brightly at me, her eyes filled with mirth.
"Hey Quatre! I'm glad you called."
"Hey Iria, is everything alright? What's wrong?"
She laughed vivaciously at me, shaking her head. "Nothing's wrong, I
just miss you and want to see you. There are a few things that I want
to talk to you about that aren't immediate, but I would like to see
you as soon as possible."
"I can be there maybe around eight or so tonight."
"That would be perfect, and tell that hunk of a man Wufei I said hi!
See you then. May Allah protect you."
I snorted and ran my fingers through my hair. She is something
else. "And you as well. Quatre out."
I hung up the phone, threw away the last message and started to
attack the stack of papers with a great deal of zest. It would be
nice to be around Iria again, chatting and playing a few rounds of
clue, talk about guys or whatever else comes to mind.
"Thanks, Wu, and Iria says hi," I said, making my voice higher as I
wiggled my fingers at him and made a kissing face. He blushed
faintly. Ever since she met Wufei, she has always teased and flirted
with him. I find that extremely amusing, since she and Sally are
suppose to be very good friends. My life is turning into a soap
opera, I swear.
"Tell her I said hello when you see her, and you're an idiot."
"Oh Wu, you gonna leave me and Sally for my sister, huh?" I started
crossing my legs in the classic `Basic Instinct' style, while
spinning in my chair and smoking my straw. The only problem was that
I was getting dizzy and I looked like a fool, but it had the desired
effect. Wufei threw a few of his fries at me before laughing back at
my antics.
***
"Oh man, I gotta hustle!" It's after five and I wanted to go home to
get my car and meet the others back here at headquarters so that we
could escort Relena to the spaceport. Ever since Dekim Barton managed
to kidnap her while she was speaking with representatives on that
colony, we've been more cautious about how she travels. And now that
we know a threat is on the rise, we don't want to take any chances.
Zechs and Heero left to survey the spaceport to make sure there
hasn't been any sabotage done to the shuttle, and that it is safe for
her to be in. Noin and Duo will be personally escorting her on the
plane, watching for Dorothy as well, and Heero and Zechs should
already be on board. I volunteered to go undercover, since I was
dressed the way I was anyway, to watch for anything suspicious. Wufei
will be on the ground, watching to make sure no one tries to shoot
down the shuttle once it takes off. When they arrive in space, the
military will make sure she makes it to Earth safely. Ah, the life of
a Preventer.
I hopped off the shuttle bus and headed down the stairs to the subway
station. It would be faster to take the sub than to wait for a cab,
and much cooler too, since it has warmed up today. I suppose they're
almost done fixing that generator. Anyway, being a Preventer does
have its up side, however small it is. I don't ever have to pay for
the sub, or taxi, and a lot of the restaurants that Duo, Wufei and I
like to eat at have a tab for us paid by the Preventers. The only
other plus is that we are the only individuals legally recognized to
carry weapons, but its just Duo who seems to be ecstatic about that
notion.
At the gate were two guards, collecting money as the passengers paid
and stepped out towards the terminal. I stopped carrying my badge a
long time ago, since every time I ever came, its always the same two.
Larry, one of the guards, simply waved my clearance and I jumped over
the rail and lightly jogged my way to the sub.
I settled myself into the semi hard, too narrow pale blue cushion and
stared straight ahead through the window. I laid my head back against
the top, my feet shoulder width apart, and tried to unwind on this
mundane trip home. There were only two other people with me in this
particular cart, an older man, maybe in his thirties in a dark blue
business suit, probably a broker, talking loudly to someone on a cell
phone in Russian. I couldn't make out all of the words, but at the
same time I didn't want to know either. It didn't sound like he was
talking to a client, unless the client's name was Miss Boom Boom. The
other person was an older lady, in her sixties maybe, white hair in a
bun on top of her head, with large beige glasses, and her face was a
mass of wrinkles.
I figured it would take about fifteen minutes for the train to reach
where I need to get off, and maybe another ten minutes for me to get
back to the house. To get back to headquarters would take me another
twenty minutes, and I should barely make it in by six o'clock. I'll
make it.
Soon enough the train stopped, and the broker got off. Thank Allah. I
needed the peace and quiet. It's one thing to listen to Duo chatter a
mile a minute, but its another when someone is speaking just as fast
in a language that I'm not entirely fluent in. Actually, its down
right annoying. A few minutes after that, the old woman got off, and
I was alone in the car.
Since I was alone, I decided to hum a little tune. I really couldn't
decide on what I wanted to hum, which is pathetic I know, so I
decided to make up a song that I could possibly practice on the
piano, or maybe it would sound better on the violin?
I started to ponder this when the lights quickly flipped off and back
on again. I didn't think anything of it because it does that all the
time. A few seconds later it happened again, and on the third time
they went off. Now that wasn't right, but its conceivable. Besides,
light was coming in from the other terminals that we passed, flashing
in and out of the cart like a strobe light.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps. I turned my head a little ways to see
the silhouette of a man, and I tried to think nothing of it, but the
soldier in me screamed otherwise. The light that did come in from the
passing terminals did not highlight any features of him at all; it
was as if the light refused to shine on him. All it did was pronounce
his build. He was tall, had broad shoulders, and seemed to have
short, ear length hair. That was all I could see.
I unzipped my jacket, reached inside and fingered my Bowie [3]. I
slid it out of its sheath slightly, the cold handle of the knife very
comforting between my fingertips. I hate being so jumpy, but with the
atmosphere around me and the fact that I didn't hear or see him come
in makes me wary.
He continued to walk in a straight line, not exactly towards me but
more of a line right down the middle. The problem was that to my
right there was a pole, and he would either have to come towards me
or go to the other side to get around it.
I had a feeling he wouldn't do the latter.
My palm fit easily around the handle, waiting for him to make the
next move. His pace didn't change, and with another glimpse of light
shining in, it appeared that he had his hands in his pockets. That
made my tension ease a bit.
He continued to walk, and actually moved towards the other side of
the pole to go around it. I let out a breath that I wasn't even aware
I was holding. Then another flash of light revealed that his hand was
on the pole. I grabbed at my knife while he used the force of his
walking to swing around and throw himself on me.
I was too slow. I was too. Damn. Slow.
He landed hard on top of me, and banged my head against the window.
He caught my right wrist, the one that was holding the knife, with
one hand and he had my left wrist with the other as he straddled my
lap. He threw my right hand against the window, but I didn't drop it.
He did it once again, but I still held on. He did two more times, but
I didn't let go.
This time he stretched both of my hands high above my head, and
quickly jumped up from my lap and kicked me across the cheekbone,
then slammed my hand against the window, where this time I dropped
the knife. I can't explain precisely the pain that simple,
nonthreatening act produced. I've never really been in a hand to hand
fight, except fencing, in which you really don't touch your opponent,
and when sparring with Wufei, but I thought this man broke my face,
the pain was so intense. I felt my head jerk hard, smacking against
the window, my spine muscles twisting themselves into a knot because
of the sudden, unnatural movement. My vision blacked out around the
edges, but I could feel myself being pushed down onto the seat.
This time he held both of my wrists in one of his large hands as his
body stretched out on top of mine, laying me back against the seat
cushion while unzipping my jacket. At first I thought he was going to
steal it. If that was the case, he sure is going through a lot of
trouble for a leather jacket. But then I felt his face come close to
mine, and his breath was ice cold across my cheek, as he whispered in
my ear, "I've come for you, angel."
The words didn't quite click in, or his intentions, until I felt the
button on my jeans come loose and heard the zipper of my pants come
undone. Cold fingertips grazed the skin of my belly, making me flinch
slightly at the touch. Panic rose from my stomach to my throat, and I
could hear the fear singing within my nerves. I felt a wetness in my
ear that could only be his tongue. I couldn't help shivering. He
smiled against my ear. "Hmmm, so you like that huh? And I never
thought you'd be the type to go....without," he said, as he moved his
hand lower....
"Gaaaaah!" I screamed and started to push him off of me by arching my
back. It only seemed to excite him more. I tried to kick him, but he
was already in between my legs, and so close to me that I couldn't
get my foot wedged between his body and mine. His lips were cold
against my skin as he kissed and bit at my neck. I saw with a glimpse
of light that his hand was fisted in my jeans, sliding one side of it
down my hip. Oh Allah no! This can't be happening!
/Relena! She needs your help. You can't let her down!/ My thoughts
screamed at me.
I planted one foot against the floor and pushed up, almost rolling
him to the side of me. He leaned over my body to lift up the
offending leg when I raised it and put my foot against his chest,
propelling him off of me. He landed hard against the floor, and I
launched myself off of the seat, readying myself for what I knew
would be a tough fight. As soon as he stood I landed another kick to
his chest, knocking him to the floor. A glimpse of light sparkled
gold, and that could only be one thing.
My knife.
I threw myself on the floor and slid towards the corner where my
knife laid hidden. As soon as I touched it, my hand and it became
one, filling me with a confidence that I lacked at the moment. I
quickly turned on my heels and slashed at my offender, but he jumped
back instantly to avoid my strike. I ran a short distance before I
landed a roundhouse kick to his jaw, where he doubled over but didn't
fall completely. Now's my chance.
I kicked him in the chest again, then lounged forward, rolling myself
into a little ball along the floor, coming to unroll myself on one
knee and one foot, and stabbed him in his stomach. Before I
consciously thought about it, I tried to kill him. I twisted my knife
in him, almost carving a hole, straining as his insides hopelessly
forced resistence on the blade. As I stood up and pulled my knife
away, he fell to the floor. Straddling his hips, I brought the Bowie
up above my head for the final blow, and brought it down fast, only
to have it scrape against the hard metal floor.
"What the FUCK?!"
The lights came on, and I found myself sitting in the middle of the
floor, on my knees, alone. I jumped up and glanced around me, trying
to find my assailant. I was alone. There wasn't even anybody on the
next cart.
I felt my face, wincing when I brushed my bruised cheek. My wrists
were also badly bruised and I had to zip my pants up. Oh, this
happened alright. This was NOT my imagination or some weird dream. My
last clue was my knife. Studying it, I realized it had blood on it.
I wasn't bleeding. At all.
The doors to the sub opened, signaling my stop. Even though the blade
was dirty, I stuck it back in its sheath and ran out, past the
guards, past others walking towards the sub, knocking a few people
out of my way as I raced up the stairs to freedom.
The sunlight blinded me as I came out of the tunnel, but I ignored
it, my panic refusing to let me go. As soon as my foot touched the
sand of L–4, I took off running towards home like I would never stop.
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[2]A macaroon is a small cookie composed of egg whites, sugar, and
ground almonds or coconuts. Usually eaten with tea.
[3]Okay, I decided Quatre will have a Bowie knife. It has a 5 ˝ inch
blade with cast metal guard and handle
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