Well, this story is pretty good, but I'm splitting it into two parts. I'm working on Question at the moment, so stay on your toes. This is part 1. Oh, it does a bit of POV shifts. - KingofthePocky
"Shit shit shit shit shit shit." he cursed into the battered cell phone as he ran from the ruins of the burning church, his free hand clutching the rosary around his neck. "Fucking answer your fucking cell, you fucking fucker."
Crash.
One of the walls of the church had fallen onto the truck parked inside, instantly crushing the vehicle beneath the flaming mass of bricks. Mello let out a cough and kept running, heading towards the nearby house as he held the cell to his ear.
Beep.
Beep.
Click.
Matt had finally picked up his cell phone. The blonde would have cheered if he had any breath left in his smoke-filled lungs.
"Hey." muttered a quiet voice on the other end of the line, causing the leather-clad man to stumble once he leapt over the short wire fence. "Long time no hear from."
"Matt... What hap- No. Where are you?" he heard Mello tried to calm his breath so as not to freak out his partner in crime. The redhead let out a weak chuckle and hissed in pain as his fingers dug out one of the bullets lodged in his arm.
"Ya know that intersection we had planned out? About eleventy blocks north from there. In an alleyway." he flicked the bullet onto the ground beneath him and let his head fall back against the wall as his vision wavered.
The blonde breathed in sharply and flung himself into the backup car he had stashed in the garage of an abandoned house the week before. "Matt, eleventy isn't a number." he slammed his foot down and cursed under his breath as the car fishtailed out onto the road.
"It can be a number if I say it is, and I say it is." Matt lifted a hand to pull his goggles off his head, flinging them out blindly in front of him. "Mells, do me a favor and be quick. I... kinda got into a bit of shit."
Matt asked him for a favor? Mello couldn't remember the last time Matt had asked him for a serious favor. His foot pressed down harder on the pedal and he felt the crimson-painted car leap forward, the engine growling louder.
"Stay on the line. If you hang up on me, I swear to god, Matt, I will kill you in hundreds of different ways, and resurrect you each time." he threatened, stomping on the brakes once he pulled into the alleyway.
"You fucker. I ain't gonna hang up on ya, blondie." he heard the redhead laugh softly on the other end of the line before going silent.
Thud.
Mello's eyes widened at the noise, one he knew to be the sound of Matt's cell phone dropping to the ground.
Thud.
This time it wasn't the phone. It was his own heart, one that had been so close to death just an hour ago. His heart was beating so loud, the noise was thundering in his ears.
Thud.
Slam.
He flung the car door open and leapt out, throwing his cell phone behind him into the car before he ran to the redhead. The red hair that was always a vibrant crimson hung down over the man's face, the dim light of the alleyway making it seem a dull brown.
Thud.
A pair of silver goggles with orange lenses rested in his hand, the strap tangled around his fingers. The silver frame contrasted with the smears of red, the two colors mixing and blurring. He wouldn't let go of his most prized possession, right up until the last minute.
Thud.
The battered lambswool vest that he wore, now riddled with holes, the white lining soaked with more of the crimson liquid. Blood was dripping down off the man's chin, slowly absorbing into his shirt as it fell.
Thud.
The sound of his heart pounding faded as he fell to his knees next to the man, his hand immediately moving over to hold his fingers on the redhead's pulse point on his neck.
Thud.
His eyes widened at the feel of a faint pulse and he leapt to his feet, wrapping his arms around Matt and lifted him up. "Fuck, exercise more, you fucker." he panted, half carrying him, half dragging him to the backseat of the car.
Slam.
The blonde laid him gently on the seat and shut the door once he was done, grabbing his cell phone as he slipped in behind the wheel. "You owe me for this." he muttered, dialling the only number he had stored in his phone a week ago.
"This is Near."
Oooh, what a cliffhanger. Now go read chapter 2. And review.
