Where She Has Gone
A motorcycle gunned down the road with two young men on it. The one riding bitch seat had a long braid of brown hair flying behind him as he clung tightly to the driver.
"Duo, when are the bombs supposed to go off," asked the driver through the helmets' com-link.
"Right about… now." A large explosion punctuated Duo's statement. "Not too bad, Heero, right? Another OZ base down."
"So many more to go," sighed Heero.
"Well, at least we've had a few good weeks to go about our work without interruption. Relena hasn't hunted you down once! I wonder where she's been."
"I don't care."
"I don't miss her either, but you gotta wonder if she's safe. Maybe something's happened, another kidnapping plot or whatever."
"Hn. If it was something bad, we would have heard about it in the news, or been ordered to rescue her by the Doctors."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. So we should have a little fun while she's not around!"
The concert was sold out yet again. So many young women were screaming out their professions of love for the pop singer onstage. He was on his second encore, but they just wouldn't stop. It was like this at every venue. He was glad to bring a little brightness to people's lives, even though there was this war going on.
Finally, he left the stage. It had to end or he'd never be able to leave, to go on to the next city. After cooling down for about an hour backstage, grabbing some food, he was ready to leave the concert hall. His entourage gathered around him as he walked down the back hallways towards where the tour bus was waiting outside the back door.
The alley was dark, lit only by a single electric light over the door. As the singer and his entourage walked towards the bus, they noticed the alley was empty and quiet once again.
"Uh oh."
Usually, popular musical acts had groupies hanging out at venue back doors, waiting for maybe an autograph, a picture, always some yelping and shrieking. Not this time.
"Is it her again?"
Suddenly a pair of headlights flared to life at one end of the alley.
"No! The pink limo! Run!"
A door flew open from the pink limo. A teenaged girl rushed out and ran towards the singer screeching, "Kill me, Heero! I'm a Belieber! Kill me!"
Hiro and his entourage scrambled to get onto the tour bus before the psychotic girl could grab anyone. She'd managed to get a hold of a bodyguard the first time. Then she had throttled him nearly to death while demanding he bring the pop singer to her so he could kill her.
The doors to the bus slammed shut before the crazy girl could get on board, everyone safely inside. The bus driver then floored the gas pedal and zoomed the bus out the opposite end of the alley. "That is one confused girl," said the singer. "And she keeps saying my name wrong."
The girl slumped to the ground, gasping towards the leaving bus, "No! Come back and kill me, Heero! I had all my bodyguards keep the other fans away so we could be alone together while you killed me! Kill me!"
Author's note: In the future, "Belieber" is used to denote a true and dedicated fan to a pop idol. Words and names get co-opted all the time into common usage, ne? ;p