"Why don't we just let him go?" Steven suggested.
"No," a dark haired man argued. "We need him with us."
"He'll be no good in the arena, not if he can take a hit like that and black out. He'll be slaughtered. Let's find someone else."
Wufei tried not to twitch. Ha, he could take so much more than a hit like that. Who did these men think they were, anyway? He decided to lie still, and pretend he was still unconscious. He might be able to find out something important. Nothing was said after that. Apparently, no one wanted to argue.
After a couple of minutes, the shuffling of feet was heard, and then there was silence. All four had left, save one. The man left in the room was Steven of course. Wufei was lucky the man left was not the one he had wounded. Otherwise, the Chinese boy would have been had a long, brutal fight on his hands.
"I know you're awake," said Steven.
Wufei made no reply.
"Listen. If you want to live, you must fight. It is what you were born to do. Fight and protect. All dragons are."
The Asian stiffened. "Excuse me?"
Steven sighed gently, and Wufei felt a rush of air by his left side as the older man sat down. "I suppose I should explain things."
"Yes, I suppose you should. WHY have you taken me here in the first place, you WEAKLING?! Do you have no sense of honor or intelligence?! Do you even KNOW WHAT JUS-"
"SHUT UP YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A DRAGON!!!"
"I THINK NOT! YOU DO NOT EVEN KNOW WHAT JUSTICE IS! YOU HAVE NO SENSE OF-"
"I SAID SHUT.UP!!! NOW!"
Wufei's voice become cold and savage "I will NOT! I will be strong, unlike you WEAKLING! AAAHHHH!"
Steven felt something hard connect with his right eye, and he went toppling backwards. He noticed that the chains had been snapped. They had not been powerful enough to hold the dragon.
As soon as Steven fell back, Wufei rolled off the table and scurried for the door. He was going to get away this time! He wouldn't let any of those vile weaklings capture him this time. As the Chinese pilot flew down the stairs, Steven called loudly for the others. Too late, all of them came rushing into the room. One of them stayed behind to tend to the man's wound while the others sprinted off after Wufei.
Once the pilot of Nataku reached the street, he stopped dead. He has no clue where the hell he was, and what was worse.he had a whole bunch of crazy men after him
If you can even call them men, Wufei thought smugly.
"GET HIM, NOW!"
Wufei whipped his head around at the sound, then hurried in the direction he thought would be best. While he had been trapped on the rooftop, the Chinese boy had taken the short amount of time he had had to survey the surrounding streets and such. From what he had seen, it would take about half an hour or so to reach the spot where he was beaten and captured. He knew how to get to the safe house from there.
The thunder of frantic feet was directly behind Wufei as he screamed down the street, never glancing back because that could waste precious seconds. Wufei's fists were clenched as he turned down an alleyway in hopes of losing his pursuers. Of course, no such luck could be had. They followed on, relentless.
Wufei was sweating a little by the time he reached the place where he was taken. Taking in deep, almost ragged breaths, he started running in the direction of the safe house, then stopped. No, he simply couldn't lead the men there. What if they wanted the other pilots as well? How many were there again? At least five were after him now. And all of them were trained in the martial arts. He had no choice. He HAD to win. It was win or die, and Wufei would settle for nothing less.
"No," a dark haired man argued. "We need him with us."
"He'll be no good in the arena, not if he can take a hit like that and black out. He'll be slaughtered. Let's find someone else."
Wufei tried not to twitch. Ha, he could take so much more than a hit like that. Who did these men think they were, anyway? He decided to lie still, and pretend he was still unconscious. He might be able to find out something important. Nothing was said after that. Apparently, no one wanted to argue.
After a couple of minutes, the shuffling of feet was heard, and then there was silence. All four had left, save one. The man left in the room was Steven of course. Wufei was lucky the man left was not the one he had wounded. Otherwise, the Chinese boy would have been had a long, brutal fight on his hands.
"I know you're awake," said Steven.
Wufei made no reply.
"Listen. If you want to live, you must fight. It is what you were born to do. Fight and protect. All dragons are."
The Asian stiffened. "Excuse me?"
Steven sighed gently, and Wufei felt a rush of air by his left side as the older man sat down. "I suppose I should explain things."
"Yes, I suppose you should. WHY have you taken me here in the first place, you WEAKLING?! Do you have no sense of honor or intelligence?! Do you even KNOW WHAT JUS-"
"SHUT UP YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A DRAGON!!!"
"I THINK NOT! YOU DO NOT EVEN KNOW WHAT JUSTICE IS! YOU HAVE NO SENSE OF-"
"I SAID SHUT.UP!!! NOW!"
Wufei's voice become cold and savage "I will NOT! I will be strong, unlike you WEAKLING! AAAHHHH!"
Steven felt something hard connect with his right eye, and he went toppling backwards. He noticed that the chains had been snapped. They had not been powerful enough to hold the dragon.
As soon as Steven fell back, Wufei rolled off the table and scurried for the door. He was going to get away this time! He wouldn't let any of those vile weaklings capture him this time. As the Chinese pilot flew down the stairs, Steven called loudly for the others. Too late, all of them came rushing into the room. One of them stayed behind to tend to the man's wound while the others sprinted off after Wufei.
Once the pilot of Nataku reached the street, he stopped dead. He has no clue where the hell he was, and what was worse.he had a whole bunch of crazy men after him
If you can even call them men, Wufei thought smugly.
"GET HIM, NOW!"
Wufei whipped his head around at the sound, then hurried in the direction he thought would be best. While he had been trapped on the rooftop, the Chinese boy had taken the short amount of time he had had to survey the surrounding streets and such. From what he had seen, it would take about half an hour or so to reach the spot where he was beaten and captured. He knew how to get to the safe house from there.
The thunder of frantic feet was directly behind Wufei as he screamed down the street, never glancing back because that could waste precious seconds. Wufei's fists were clenched as he turned down an alleyway in hopes of losing his pursuers. Of course, no such luck could be had. They followed on, relentless.
Wufei was sweating a little by the time he reached the place where he was taken. Taking in deep, almost ragged breaths, he started running in the direction of the safe house, then stopped. No, he simply couldn't lead the men there. What if they wanted the other pilots as well? How many were there again? At least five were after him now. And all of them were trained in the martial arts. He had no choice. He HAD to win. It was win or die, and Wufei would settle for nothing less.
