Part B to the saga…
Outside Conan and Jodie watched in horror as they saw the roof inching closer to the ground.
NO! Conan thought in his mind. I have to get those members of the Black Organization to safety so they can pay for what they did. They can't just die like that!
He looked to Jodie who had the same look on her face and then began to run towards the building.
"NO! Conan-kun, leave this to the pros. We'll get them out safely, I promise. We won't let them die like that. We'll avenge all the people they've hurt.
Conan knew she was right. He was just a 7-year old with no weapons matching up against the fearsome Organization that even the FBI had trouble taking down. But, there was no time to just stand around watching everybody else do something. He was a man of action and dammit, that's what he would do.
He ran inside until he could see the FBI frantically trying to support what was left of the pillars and Vermouth just standing there smiling ever so smugly. Her partners had fallen unconscious under the weight of the pillars on them. She saw Conan and waved him over. He followed over to where she was.
"Ah, I knew you'd join us. It isn't the same without you, you know. Now look at these people. They're trying to save something they can't. I pity them sometimes." Vermouth replied in her ever-cool voice.
"How come you aren't helping them? Won't you die too?" Conan asked anxiously.
She looked at him mysteriously, "Perhaps that was meant to be."
It was then Conan saw a lone computer still standing amongst the rubble. Its screen was lit and as he magnified the lens on his glasses, he could see it contained all the data on the Organization. Perhaps the antidote is right here! He thought excitedly. Vermouth saw what he was looking at and in an uncharacteristic move, pushed him down hard against the rocks.
"Sorry, silver bullet-kun, that's one information I can't let you have." She whispered into his ear.
Conan began to lose consciousness, and his head began to bleed. I can't let this happen, not again! I've got to get that data and prevent her from destroying it. Hold on, these rocks…
Vermouth leaned against the computer and typed something in. As the data started deleting itself, she stood up and smiled. She turned to look at Conan. Instead a rock the size of her head, met her face. She was knocked unconscious immediately.
Conan slowly walked up and towards the computer. He quickly stopped the program from deleting and prayed he was in time to save the antidote if nothing else. He was going to have to take this computer out but it looked like the FBI had stabilized the place so he'd have some time. As he began moving it, someone grabbed his leg. He looked down. Vermouth. She was never down for long. She smiled at him.
"I knew you were always our silver bullet. Looks like you've proven me right. I'm sorry but that's as far as you get. I can't let you have everything your way."
With that, a bomb suddenly blew off. Debris of the computer fell into his face.
Shit! This can't be happening. Not again! Conan couldn't believe how he had let Vermouth attach the bomb without his knowing. Hold on…
Conan sniffed the air. Smoke, but there was not fire, right? Something red caught his eye and behind Vermouth, flames were rising faster with the help of the wind. She had managed to light the fire on place too. What else had Conan let her do, he thought to himself?
"Silver bullet-kun, that was the last of our information on file. Gin destroyed any other evidence of our existence when your FBI showed up." Vermouth said a slight smile, a satisfied smile.
"You're lying. There's always something. Whatever it is, I'll find it." Conan replied through gritted teeth.
"I have a… a feeling… that you're…. looking for somet…something specific, which is all gone now." Vermouth began coughing now. She had begun to inhale the smoke and was slowly losing consciousness.
Conan knew she was right. What have I done to deserve this? Can I never go back to my old self and let Ran know my feelings? Ran. The fire was spreading at a quicker pace now. The FBI had vacated the building but had failed to notice a little boy there amidst their efforts to keep the place from falling. Conan began to cough heavily now too. He could barely see Vermouth lying there. The fire began eating at his clothes and burn marks starting appearing on his skin. But all he could think about in his mind was that he would never be Shinichi again. Never be with Ran or go to Teiten High with his friends. Never. He was doomed to live life as Conan Edogawa forever.
Hoped you liked it so far. Hopefully the next chapters will be much shorter as I can put away the BO for good. HAHA if only Aoyama Gosho could do it too. This is not the end of my story, not yet. I will update every Monday or at most by Wednesday. There should only be about 10-12 chapters depending on how much I can write and if my creativity gets washed up or not.