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"Hiro!" Kai cried, scrambling his way over to the fallen young man. "Oh my god, please be ok." he said as he shook Hiro fiercely. He noticed that he has been shot on the shoulder. He either has extremely quick reflexes or Voltaire was off his game.
"Pathetic," Voltaire sneered. "So this is what you have become, a weak timid child who wants protection and sympathy from everyone."
"Stop it!" Kai snarled, his anger mounting.
"This is all you fault," Voltaire continued. "He's dead because of you."
"He isn't dead!" Kai cried out again.
"Oh?" Voltaire said, pointing the gun as him again. "Well, lets make sure."
"No!" Kai said, cradling Hiro's upper body up against him, not caring if he was covered in blood. He felt him moan in his arms and noticed from the corner of his eye that Hiro's mahogany eyes flutter open.
He glared hatefully up at Voltaire and noticed that he was momentary distracted by the fact that Hiro was still alive. He snarled and pointed to gun at him again. Kai's eyes widen as he desperate looked around for something, anything. He noticed a glass cup that was sitting on the floor by that lounge chair. It must've been left there last night when they were watching a movie.
Relying on his quick reflexes Kai reached towards the glass and with one swift, flowing movement threw it directly at Voltaire's face, breaking it on impact. Voltaire let out a yell of shock and annoyance as the glass cut into his skin, causing his aim to miss Hiro and hitting the light in the middle of the room instead. A rain of sparks appeared, giving Kai enough time to help Hiro onto his feet and out of the apartment.
"Kai," Voltaire snarled through gritted teeth as he turned around and noticed that they were gone. "It seem I've trained you well."
With Hiro leaning heavily against him, Kai slowly made his way through the maze of hallways of this two level apartment block. He noticed that it was late and everyone was probably asleep.
"Kai," Hiro coughed. "Are you all right?"
"I'm so sorry," Kai said, blinking back the tears. "I didn't mean for this to happen."
"It's not your fault." Hiro said weakly.
Kai stopped moving and cast a fearful glance over his shoulder. He strained his ears to hear footsteps. Strong, heavy footsteps. And they didn't belong to just anyone, they belonged to Voltaire. He curse silently when he realized that Voltaire was probably following them with the trail of blood they were leaving behind.
Making up his mind to do something, Kai placed his hand over Hiro's wound, momentary stopping the blood from dripping onto the floor and continued walking. He walked over to the door that lead to the basement where all the fuse boxes and electrical equipment was. Carefully he helped Hiro sit down.
Hiro hissed in pain, is hand moving up to grasp at the gunshot wound. Kai ripped off the jumper he was wearing and maneuvered it around the wound in hope that it will prevent the lost of any more blood.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered again.
"Hey," Hiro said, gently cupping his cheek, giving a weak smile. "I said it wasn't you fault."
Kai looked at him, tears running down his cheeks. Never in his life has he cried as much as he has done in the last two weeks. He leaned against the hand that was on his cheek, lifting up his own to grasp onto Hiro's hand. It was at that moment he realized that he had cut his hand moments earlier.
And it gave him an idea.
"Stay here." He said to Hiro.
"What are you going to do?" Hiro asked, not liken the situation one bit.
Kai said nothing as he tighten the makeshift bandage on his shoulder and straining his ears towards the door. When he heard nothing he figured that Voltaire had taken another corridor or was waiting in the shadows for an ambush. He strained his ears further and couldn't hear any breathing so he'd figured he was right the first time.
"Kai," Hiro whispered harshly trying to get Kai's attention. "What are you-?"
He was suddenly cut off by Kai moving forward and placing his lips on his, successfully silencing him. The kiss was sort but sweet and he pulled back moments later.
"It's my turn to take care of you." He whispered. He then silently jumped to his feet and headed for the door.
Hiro's eyes widen but said nothing as Kai gingerly opened the door, glancing both ways before stepping out into the hall.
"I'm sorry." He whispered before closing the door.
Dammit! Hiro inwardly cursed. He sighed and let his head fall back against the wall, He suddenly heard a muffled beep from his pocket. Mildly startled Hiro glanced around his surroundings, then he recognized the sound. My phone! I forgot about that!
He quickly, but silently pulled it out of his pocket and fumbled with the buttons. It was too risky to speak into the phone so he sent Mr. Dickinson a text message. He typed the message and pressed send. Now all he has to do is wait and pray for Kai's safety.
Those usually bright ruby red eyes are now blood red. This is not good.
… … … … …
Silently, Kai crept back to the hallway where the trail of blood ended. Fortunately, the trail ended at the so call cross roads where two different corridors meet. He listened for any signs of Voltaire. He soon hears the sound of someone with heavy footsteps walking up from the hallway to the right. That one leads to the front of the apartment, so it was no surprised that Voltaire chose that way first.
The left corridor, or the opposite to the one Voltaire was in, leads to the underground car park. Nodding to himself, Kai ripped off the makeshift bandaged on his hand, successfully reopening the wound and began walking down the hallway, making sure to drop a trail of blood behind him.
This will defiantly draw Voltaire away from Hiro. Kai thought to himself, his eyes darting around his surroundings. I hope he can last long enough until I lose Voltaire.
… … … … …
Voltaire smirked to himself when he saw the trail of blood leading to the car park. "Ah, clever, grandson," He muttered to himself. "You knew I would go for the entrance first."
He followed the trail of blood, noticing that the trail looked fairly fresh, the blood hadn't soaked into the carpet yet. "Not long now, grandson."
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Kai crept into the car park, instantly smelling someone else's blood. He quickly glanced around and noticed that the night watchman was slumped against the wall, blood pooled around him. Kai grimaced and slowly made his way over to him. He lifted his hand and checked for a pulse. He was startled to find one, albeit a very light one, but it was there.
Kai bit his lip, not knowing what to do. If he tries to help this man, he'll slow him down, but if he leaves him he might die. He had to make a quick decision for Voltaire's heavy footsteps were growing louder.
Don't let him die. Kai thought to himself as he grabbed the man's gun. He started to creep further into the car park, ducking behind the cars. He peered around the side of a car and felt his heart leap in his chest when Voltaire stepped through the doors and strutted into the car park.
"I know you're here, Kai," He said, his voice mocking. "Don't you want to talk with your grandfather?"
"The only time I want to talk to you will be through a medium!"
"Now, now. Don't be like that, dear sweet grandson of mine," Voltaire said, with nothing but malice in his voice. "Let's spend some time together."
Kai nearly leapt out of his skin when he heard a gunshot ring out. Another followed soon after.
Stay calm, Kai. Kai told himself. He's trying to frighten you out of hiding.
"Come now, Kai, aren't you the least bit curious as how I managed to find you?" Voltaire asked, cocking his gun.
Kai muttered under his breath, knowing that all Voltaire was trying to do was to make him speak out just so he could pin-point his exact position. Although he was incredibly curious as to how the insane man did find him he didn't voice his thoughts.
He heard Voltaire mutter under his breath about being clever as he continued to walk through the garage. "Do you want me to tell you?" He asked. "It's simply really, I knew that you would contact Stanley eventually, so all I had to do was wait. And you didn't disappoint me."
He must have tapped into the BBA's phone lines. Kai thought to himself. That or he has someone working for him on the inside.
Silently, Kai slowly edged his way through the cars, slinking between them like a black cat, making sure that Voltaire was no longer than half a second out of his line of vision. He watched as Voltaire effortless stalked through the car park, looking like a hunter stalking his pray.
As Voltaire edged his way to the back of the car park, Kai edged towards the entrance, but was reluctant to make a break for it, the entrance was open, giving Voltaire ample time to turn around and shoot him. It was then that Kai decided that he had no choice but try to shoot the gun from Voltaire's grip. Even if he had more than one on him, he would have plenty of time to make his escape.
He positioned himself as close to the entrance as possible but small enough so Voltaire can't see him. He carefully leaned around the side of the car, staying at the wheel so he can't be seen by looking under the car, he then waited for Voltaire to turn back around.
Several agonizing seconds later, Voltaire turned to face him for a mere fraction of time, but it was enough to get one shot in. He was going for it. He steadied to aim and squeezed the trigger. An ear piercing shot rang out, followed by the sound of something metal hitting the cement.
As Kai was about to stand up properly, Voltaire whipped around and pulled out another weapon, causing Kai's heart to leap back into his throat as he stared down the barrel of the gun, but the suddenly another shot rang out, followed by several more. Kai glanced to the main entrance of the car park in a daze as several man wearing bullet proof vests, armored helmets and large bullet protectors moved inside in formation.
They were yelling something, but Kai didn't catch what they were saying. Relief washed over him as his eyes slid shut and he fell into darkness.
Was it dramatic enough for you? I got inspiration for this chapter from a cop show I watched a while ago.
Kai: I suppose this chapter wasn't that bad. I actually got to do something productive.
Oh, quit you're belly-aching, I'm not done with you yet.
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