Why, hello there!
This is just a teaser/trailer for my next fanfic. I would be really happy to see if there is some people interested by my project.
Well, even if there is not, I'll publish it anyway, you know. x) This is a "what if" story. Oh, and I do not own anything about Inception. My name is not Christopher "freaking genius" Nolan.
Note: Just for you know, William is, for me, the first name of Eames.
Enjoy, and don't forget to tell me what did you think about it!
There was no time for thinking.
Arthur was caught between two cars and maybe five men who where shooting at his taxi.
Realisation struck him with force has he heard the men fire openly on the car. Shit. He forgot. Fisher had training.
"Eames! Cover Fisher!", he shouted, his voice barely understandable because of the gunshots.
He was trying to do a maneuver to get the heck out of this situation simply by going back and forth with the car. For now, it didn't work very well because he was kind of distracted by the danger of being killed.
(and where were Cobb and Ariadne, fuck)
He suddenly turned around, shot one of the guy who was getting ready to jump into the broken glass on the back of the taxi and he turned back to his pedals.
"I'm taking care of it, don't wor-" said Eames, but the rest of his sentence was cut off by other gunshots. Arthur didn't know if they were from William or for William, all he knew is that his maneuver finally worked (he was basically running on a guy, killing him by the same occasion) and the Pointman just drove as fast as he could from the bloodbath.
Arthur stopped the car when he felt a hand on his arm. It was Saito.
"Are you okay?"
Arthur sighed soflty.
"Yes. You?"
Saito nodded.
"Fisher?"
The man managed to grumble something about being terrific.
Arthur breathed a little bit more lightly.
"Eames?"
...
Nothing.
"Eames? Are you okay?"
A moaned sound was his response. Arthur turned his head back.
"Eames?"
Arthur gasped along with Saito when he saw a red liquid staining the shirt of the Forger, slowly but surely spreading its dark promise around Eames' heart.
The Pointman looked in the eyes of the man.
"Shit."