A Rose by any Other Name
Nevaeh Conquel wanted to
just lay down from the excessive running she had been doing that night but her
Turk training had taught her better.
She had been sent on a mission that was impossible to complete and knew
that when she took it. The look in his
blue gray eyes told her right off, but she didn't care. She needed to prove that she could do it,
needed to prove the jerk wrong. Nevaeh
slid out from the dark alleyway where she had hidden from the deranged men who
were following her. Hidden. No one had any idea of how embarrassing it
was to hide from them. To
value your life more than the cause, god she was a wimp!
'Not a wimp; a
Turk.'
'Oh great not only am I
tired but I'm going delusional!
' You got me there.' The voice responded
Ignoring that last comment
she searched the road in front of her for any possible positions or places
where they could be. For
Nevaeh's weapons had been plucked out of her hands earlier, now her only weapon
was her speed. Seeing no obvious places
she slid out from her safe position and darted for the next alleyway.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Two bullets flew past her
right ear and the third hit her left arm.
"Son of a @#$%^" She yelled
in pain as she turned into the alleyway.
It was painfully clear as she ran that the bullet had lodged itself
quite cozily right above her left elbow, which was causing her MUCH pain.
'Forget the pain and run
like hell!'
Without even thinking she
took the voices advice and ran like she'd never ran before…for her life.
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Turning yet another corner Nevaeh stopped and listened. The footsteps behind her had finally stopped. Nevaeh had been running up and down all of
the desolate alleyways trying to lose those footsteps, and at last they had
stopped! Slightly relaxing with a sigh
of relief she surveying her surroundings.
Nevaeh found that she had run herself in an isolated old lot filled to
the brim with junk.
'Better than nothin'.' She thought and nimbly trotted through all of the
scrap to find a resting place. Reaching
the back wall Nevaeh spotted next to her an old couch and decided it was her
best bet of a couple of minutes of comfort.
Seating herself down on the lumpy couch she was finally able to give
proper attention to wound. As she had
guessed before the bullet had made its home right above her left elbow. It seemed as if the bullet had gone through
some vital muscles and tendons making her unable to use her left arm now
without accepting a large amount of pain in return. And the blood flow, that was going to be a problem. She knew while she was running that she was
losing a lot of blood, which also had left a pretty red path for them to
find her. Ripping a strip of fabric
from her pants Nevaeh dressed her wound, swearing occasionally when she tied
the bandage too tight.
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Nevaeh's eyes shot
open. She had heard footsteps, or more
likely there footsteps. They
had finally caught up with her and the chase was on. Nevaeh quickly got up and rushed through the old junk filled
lot. Reaching the street she listened
and surveyed the streets. Listening for
any slight sound or 'insignificant' rumbles. Nevaeh searched for even the smallest crack in any wall to see if they
could be there. She was determined not
to make the same mistake she had made earlier by being careless and tired
enough to forget about small hiding places.
Nevaeh's head spun around at the sound of another footstep…and this one
was closer. Then the footsteps began to
pick up their pace...it sounded like they were at a dead run.
'The more I wait the
closer they become…' Nevaeh thought
strongly 'so stop being a wimp and move it!' And with that last conclusion she dashed to the next alley.
"Get her!" A familiar male
voice shouted
She couldn't afford to look
back. She just couldn't. But she did. And that was the move that Nevaeh would regret forever.
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At the very moment that Nevaeh
turned her head four gunmen got into position.
All that was heard after that was a shower of bullets and a dying body
falling on to the wet pavement.
"Foolish little girl." The familiar male voice mumbled while
walking over to the fallen body.
Reaching down as he met the body he attempted to check for a pulse; but
his hand was hit away.
"Don't – touch – me,
Tseng." Nevaeh said gritting through her teeth.
" I don't think that you
have that authority here Nev." Tseng whispered.
A cold feeling swept over
her, this was not the Tseng that she knew.
This was the presidents little pet who was sent to kill the potential
threat. Nevaeh struggled to get up, but
was failed miserably. Nevaeh had no
idea how many times she was shot but she did know that it was going to be
merely impossible to get away. Finally
she had had enough. "I know Rufus sent
you to kill me, so get it over with. I'm half way there already."
Tseng just stared at her
for long moments. Then out of nowhere
he started to laugh; but this was not the laugh of a sane man. " Now why," he began "would I want to kill
you quickly? That ruins all of the
fun!" And he ended with an insane
laugh.
Suddenly a trickle of blood
hit her hand. Nevaeh's hand went up to
her face in search for the source of the blood. When she took her hand away from her face Nevaeh was
shocked. Her hand was completely
covered with blood, from palm to fingertips.
" Oh god," She whispered
looking down at her hands
" Looks like my job has
been done for me, doesn't it?" Tseng said with a toothy grin. He turned and started to walk back towards
his gunmen, then shouted. "See you
later Nev, wait maybe I won't." Then continued walking away.
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She was alone in a dark
alley way on the wet pavement, all alone.
For a while Nevaeh prayed for someone, anyone, to come just so she
wouldn't die alone. Then after what
seemed like hours and quarts of blood lost she gave up all hope of rescue. All of the strength that she had saved up
for just a moment like this was gone and she was just like any other person
would be right now: scared. The only
thing that she could do was try to look after her injuries (shot 3 times her
right leg, 2 in the left leg, twice in the stomach, one near her collarbone,
her arm injury and the blow to the head she took when she fell after being
shot) try not to fall asleep (from fear of an concussion) and think. That had to be the worst part, being able to
think about everything; the pain, her life up until now and how she got into
this mess. Damn it! She whished that she had never found those
files! Never had the nerve to become a
Turk in the first place! She had to
laugh though, what a hell she had put the president through and she was happy
to have had the chance. Nevaeh could
imagine all of the panic he had to have been feeling when that file was found
lost. And she wasn't even there to see
it, damn! Oh well there was always next
time. Then she rethought that. No there wasn't going to be a next time
because she was DYING! Damn death! Damn pain!
Damn the president! Damn it
all!
Nevaeh started to feel a
little woozy, too many energetic thoughts.
She was so tired; everything started to catch up with her. The nights long running, all of the lost
blood and time, yes time was at its end.
All of the sudden everything became blurry and she began to feel the
effects of the lost blood.
" Maybe I'll just…lay
down." She mumbled. Nevaeh closed her eyes and began to
think. Her thoughts drifted to months
back…when she first set foot in the Shinra building...when she first met the
red haired Turk…
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Thanks: I
wanted to thank Lila for convincing me to get this idea down on paper, Casey
Crystal for reading this story before just to see how it was, Kally for being
nice and well…just being Kally and…ummm…everyone who WILL review me! Thank you all!
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