A/N: hey there readers, vampy back with a new story just for you. this one may be a bit diffrent then wat your used too. my intentions was to have a few oneshots that tie together and tie up a bigger one shot but then i realized that each oneshot went together to closely so they cant really be considered oneshots. so now i guess this is a multi-chapter fic. but i hope u like what i tried to do with this fic.
this is a mcgiva fic so i hope ur into them and if ur thinking bout it i hope this fic warms you up to the idea.
jsut to let you kno there is gonna be a long time skip between each chapter so when ur done with any two chapters, its up to u to come up with your own idea of what happened in between.
i wished i could come up wit a better title but i couldn't think of one so i hope it was good enough. so here goes. like always read and review. i hope you like
P.S. im sorry this is such a short chapter but if i tried to make it longer it would jsut be filled with filler so jsut go along with it.
"Its non-canon so its like it can't happen. it's like a forbidden fruit. a dream that can never be. a fantasy that isnt allowed to be reality. It's never suppose to exist but it does cuz we make it."
His lungs were on fire. Every breath was a struggle to get oxygen into his body; his heart threatening to give up and collapse. He leaned up against the dirty wall and clutched his chest, savoring the moments he has before his pursuer found him. He was exhausted. He was tired of running. After long minutes of pure terror and confusion, his fear gave way to anger. His mind told him to run but his legs and heart refused to listen. His common sense begged him to keep going and forget being a hero, but his courage (or stupidity) made him defy it.
He looked at the empty room he ran into that now became his death trap, its air the last thing he'll breathe. It was a small bedroom that belonged to an abandoned and crumbling house. The once white carpet was layered with the stains it collected in its lifetime, the bare wall exposed where ever the blue wall paper as peeled off. A nest of cockroaches has settled in the corner ceiling, a mass of black and brown. An idea of the swarm that have infested the house, going on with there little lives, unaware or unsympathetic to the man who has entered there domain or the peril that has befallen him.
A noise outside the room signaled that his pursuer has entered the house; only a matter of time before he finds him and has him cornered. The back of his mind went haywire, begging, demanding that he leave. The logic center of his brain told him that there was a better way, he can run now and come up with another way to deal with this. His legs shook, ready to run at a moments notice. His heart pounded in his chest, feeling like it was going to abandon the body that has betrayed it. And yet he didn't move from the wall. He took deep breaths to try to calm his nerves down but they only shot up again when his pursuer entered the room, pointing the gun at his chest.
The two men stared at each other, neither one making a sound nor movement.
"Aren't you going to keep running," the pursuer asked, breaking the silence.
The man shook his head, not trusting his voice to not crack.
"You're giving up then," the pursuer asked some more smiling, "You finally realized that it's pointless?"
"No, I'm just not running any more," his victim said.
"Foolish boy. I commend your bravery but you should have given up long time ago. This is the second time you made that mistake only this time you're paying for it with your life."
The man glared at his pursuer almost not caring he had a gun pointed at him.
"I was just going to kill you and end it," the pursuer continued, "but talking to you in the car, finally meeting you and having a moment alone with you has got me curious."
The pursuer paused and looked at his young victim with curiosity, where he once saw pure terror, he now saw defiance in his eyes but no other features that could explain his luck as he always assumed.
"How?" he said to him, his victim momentarily taken back by the question, "how did you do it? How is it possible that someone like you-"
He paused again to find the right words to describe him, his voice starting to quiver in anger.
"How does someone like you do it," he said as if the word you was an insult, "It makes no sense. You- you are nothing. You're, how u say, a peon, a puny ant, a lowly stray dog. You're just a mere shadow of a real man. How? HOW? Tell me. I can not make sense of it. It's impossible. It shouldn't be you but it is. Has the world gone mad. How did you do it? Why you? How?"
Silence again fell upon the two as both men glared at each other, neither daring to move, waiting for the other to do something first.
A/N: oooh suspenseful. wats gonna happen here? whats happening in the first place? its purposely vaque and if you wanna find out your gonna have to keep readin till you find out. read on.