standard disclaimers apply. duh.
Sirens blared in the distance. Flashing lights were everywhere. Duo Maxwell crouched, huddled in the darkest corner of the alleyway. He must not be fuond; if he was, well...he didn't want to think about it. As the searchlight shone into his hiding spot, the eighteen year old boy pressed himself hard into the rough, grungy brick wall, trying to flatten himself as best he could. Thank god he was wearing his usual black preacher's attire. He closed his violet eyes and wrapped his long chestnut braid around his arm. He shuddered; there wasn't any logic in what was going on; even he wasn't sure what had casued the authorities to try to catch him. He knew he had to run away, run to someone who trusted him. Someone who he could trust not to rat on him. But who?
Duo shinnied up a gutter as soon as the searchlight disappeared and crouched yet again on the balcony of an apartment complex, ignoring the silent complaints of his cramped legs. A laundry line with clothes hanging from it dangled from the railing, next to a dim lamp that buzzed on and off constantly. Right then he wished he had Trowa's acrobatic prowess. He could have escaped easily. But alas, fantasies were not going to help him in this situation.
//How quickly people forget history,// he thought sullenly, venomously, //*I* used to be a hero. *I* protected the orld from White Fang, and OZ, and Mariemeia... But nooooo, now I'm a fugitive hiding from the law that *I* used to uphold! I don't even know what it was that I supposedly did to make them come after me! Life is so unfair...//
But the god of Death, Shinigami, still had faith.
Edging onto the windowledge, he inched over to the next ladder, further away from the cops. Landing on silent feet on the gritty asphalt, he ran like his life depended on it--because it did--and disappeared into the shadows of the night, free...
For now.
(A/N- short chapter, I kno. oh well. So do you like? Do you hate? WELL REVIEW N TELL ME! thank you. ^.^)
Sirens blared in the distance. Flashing lights were everywhere. Duo Maxwell crouched, huddled in the darkest corner of the alleyway. He must not be fuond; if he was, well...he didn't want to think about it. As the searchlight shone into his hiding spot, the eighteen year old boy pressed himself hard into the rough, grungy brick wall, trying to flatten himself as best he could. Thank god he was wearing his usual black preacher's attire. He closed his violet eyes and wrapped his long chestnut braid around his arm. He shuddered; there wasn't any logic in what was going on; even he wasn't sure what had casued the authorities to try to catch him. He knew he had to run away, run to someone who trusted him. Someone who he could trust not to rat on him. But who?
Duo shinnied up a gutter as soon as the searchlight disappeared and crouched yet again on the balcony of an apartment complex, ignoring the silent complaints of his cramped legs. A laundry line with clothes hanging from it dangled from the railing, next to a dim lamp that buzzed on and off constantly. Right then he wished he had Trowa's acrobatic prowess. He could have escaped easily. But alas, fantasies were not going to help him in this situation.
//How quickly people forget history,// he thought sullenly, venomously, //*I* used to be a hero. *I* protected the orld from White Fang, and OZ, and Mariemeia... But nooooo, now I'm a fugitive hiding from the law that *I* used to uphold! I don't even know what it was that I supposedly did to make them come after me! Life is so unfair...//
But the god of Death, Shinigami, still had faith.
Edging onto the windowledge, he inched over to the next ladder, further away from the cops. Landing on silent feet on the gritty asphalt, he ran like his life depended on it--because it did--and disappeared into the shadows of the night, free...
For now.
(A/N- short chapter, I kno. oh well. So do you like? Do you hate? WELL REVIEW N TELL ME! thank you. ^.^)