Butterflies and Hurricanes
Trowa bolted up the staircase and into the bedroom. He took the chair from in front of the desk and wedged it against the door. Then he curled into a corner. A few seconds later the door started to shake. "Trowa!" A strong voice came from the other side. "Trowa get your ass out here or I swear I'll break the door down!" The chair snapped and Trowa ducked his head, trying to make himself as small as possible before the door burst open.
Change everything you are
And everything you were
Your number has been called
Fights and battles have begun
Revenge will surely come
Your hard times are ahead
Heero picked up the phone and hurled it across the room. Just punishment for waking him up. Unfortunately, he had forgotten about the answering machine. It picked up and he heard a trembling voice speaking in a whisper. "Heero? Heero are you there?" Heero sat up. Trowa? Why would Trowa be calling him at this ungodly hour? Heero got out of bed and picked up the phone that had miraculously survived the attack. "Hello? Trowa?" "Oh, Heero, thank god!" The relief in Trowa's voice was overwhelming. "Trowa? What happened?" Trowa sighed. "You remember Anthony?" Heero thought about it. Now he remembered. Trowa had met Anthony soon after the end of the war and had run off with him, keeping in touch with the other pilots only through telephone and e-mail. "Yes. I remember." "Well, he's always had a bit of a temper…and today he got angry…" Heero listened closely. Trowa had dropped his voice again. "And he…" Heero held the receiver to his ear. "Hello? Trowa? Trowa!" No use. There was no one on the other end.
To be continued…….