Hello everyone, I'm finally back from vacantion! It was really nice. I want to thank alll of you for your reactions and reviews. As I promesised here is the third chapter! I will post two more in a few days.
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sarge1130: OOOOO, THANK YOU SOOO MUCH. you made me so happy when readig you review, I was really worried that I messed the characters up. so again thank you and I hope you'll enjoy this new chapter. ^x^
nasika: sama... *blushes furiously*. I honestly ran a few roundsof happyness through my room after reading that and I love U too! ANd I'm sorry you'll have to wait for a bit more for them to meet. I was planning on doing that this chapter but it just didn't fit. But I promise it will be soon. x
Darksunrise19: Thanks for saying that, as I told sarge1130 too I was really nervous when writing it, it was also very difficult to writ the fighting scene. It all went so easy in my head but I found out it was a lot harder to write it down, so I'm happy you liked it. : D
Chapter 3
Race
Law sighted as he stood up from where he had been crouching on the floor. He looked around in his now almost completely cleaned out apartment. The empty space was only taken up by the five boxes that held the few things he had and the rug covering most of the floor. It had been left there by the former owner and Law had quite liked it so had left it there. He wiped the sweat of his brow away with his arm. It had taken a while but he was finally finished with packing and cleaning up everything that might indicate that he had ever been there. He walked over to the window and looked outside. It was starting to get dark and the stars would rule over the skies in but mere minutes. Soon he was to meet with Penguin and Shashi and together would they go to the club. It was the perfect opportunity to say goodbye to his friends before he would leave. They would just hang out a bit and have some fun, after that it was time for goodbyes and he would disappear out of their lives. They wouldn't even remember him, he would make sure of that, and would just fall back into the everlasting slur of life itself. That was the least he could do for them. Now that they had found him. It would be too dangerous for either of them if they kept any form of contact, and knowing them... there was simply now way in hell they were just going to let him leave and disappear. That would just add to his many pursuers. Although he wouldn't mind them in comparison to some of the others. He chuckled at the thought of his friends trying to track him down and drag him back.
'That would be nice.'
He broke out of his thoughts and stretched. A pleasant ache rippled through his body as his muscles trembled under the self-inflicted pressure. He turned away from the window and walked to one of the five boxes filling his apartment. It was the only one that wasn't sealed off yet. He crouched in front of it and rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for. He grabbed a pair of black jeans and a white shirt with a black virus like symbol. He loved that symbol, he had designed it and almost all of his clothes were adorned with it. He took the clothes out of the box. They were plain and wouldn't make him stand out in the crowd, just what he needed most of the time. He pulled the shirt over his head and dropped the grey sweatpants had been walking around in for most of the day from his slender hips. Not bothering himself to look around for his underwear, that was some were in one of the boxes, he just pulled the black jeans over his long elegant legs. He grabbed the sweatpants he had been wearing from the floor and dumped them in the unsealed box. He looked around for the tape so he could seal the last box.
"Where's the damm thing." He muttered under his breath while looking around.
His gaze finally found what he had been looking for. The tape lied near the corner of the room where he had used it to seal one of the boxes. He scowled.
"Of course."
He held his hand up and the tape lifted into the air towards him and stopped moving as soon as it rested on top of his held up hand. After he had sealed the box he put on his shoes and looked around for the last time. He looked at the simple plain white walls, the wooden floor covered by the greyish tapestry.
"Guess it's time to go."
The boxes slowly lifted about three or more inches of the ground and followed his as he walked out of the door. Since he was leaving anyway he didn't care if they would see him or not. The moment he walked out of the building was the moment they would forget him. Nothing would be left behind, in the building and in their memories. He had already taken care of his colleagues. The only people that would remember him were Penguin and Shashi. And they too would soon join the rest. It hurt that they had to forget but it was the only way he could protect them. Ignorance was bliss. He knew how awfully true those words are.
He had reached the back entrance of the building. The door opened in an small squire where two big garbage containers and a white cat were his only witnesses. He let the boxes drop in a pile on the stone ground. The moment the boxes touched the ground they started to smoke. Seconds after that came the fire that eagerly ate away at the boxes and their contends. He sighted. He had really liked some of those shirts. But he wouldn't take any risks. Once someone had found him by attaching something on one of his shirts. So every time he was found out, he burned everything he owned and got rid of everything he couldn't burn.
Law looked until there was nothing left but a scorch on the ground. He turned around and walked back into the building only to leave from the front entrance a few moments later. He took on an easy pace and walked towards the meeting place he, Penguin and Shashi had agreed upon.
-~O~-
He knew that he should have ripped them off the first time he got his hands on him. He should have done it before he had used those beautiful wings of his to fly away. He should have. But even now after all these years he still knew he could never do it, even when -and not if- he got his hands on him again he knew he would not be able to. They were so fragile, those beautiful black wings. Just the memory of those wings and their owner made him tremble in different emotions. Anger, sure he felt that race through his body every time he thought of him. But it was only on the background. No, his emotions were mostly governed by longing. Longing for him. His very own fallen angel dragged down from the heavens where he belonged. His caged little bird. He wanted to see him broken before him, unable to do anything but follow his wishes. To never leave him. Yes, he shivered at the very thought of it. That would be o so delightful, but even more than that he wanted him unsullied, clean, strong and powerful. He wanted him to fight and defy him. To push his limits and make him want to possess him even more. He wanted to be the one to force him down and chain him to him. To make sure that this time he would never be able to leave him again. He thought about all the things he will do to his little bird. His glance lingered on an silver construction hanging six feet above the ground in the middle of the chamber. A wide grin covered his face. It would soon be filled.
-~O~-
It was just as they had expected, there was nothing left. The whole apartment was empty. There was even a layer of dust making it look as if no one had lived there for at least a while. But they knew that that was not true. They knew he was here not a day ago, after all they had seen him enter this building. It was pure luck that they had found him. And pure luck he hadn't found them, tho that would have been impossible since again, it was pure luck. They had send two of their man, one at the bar he worked at and one to trail him. The bar-man was supposed to go back to the base as not to raise suspicion. But the one supposed to trail and abduct him was taken out. It was by pure chance that the bar-guy saw him walk across the street and enter this building. After that it had been easy to find out what his apartment was. But it was already too late and just like the previous times he disappeared as soon as someone made contact with him. They had hoped to at least find a clue to where he would move next. But seeing the state the apartment was in they knew it was impossible. They had tried to talk to the apartment owner but that turned out to be a big waste of time. When they had asked about him she just answered:
"Trafalgar Law? Sorry never heard of him before in my life, it's not a common name so I'm sure I would've remembered. "
They had also asked if anyone had been living in the empty apartment. the answer had been unexpected and confused them even more.
"No, no one has lived here in six months. I've been looking for renters for a long time, but as you see no one has even been inside to wipe the dust of the floor."
"What now?" One of them asked. They were nervous, they had failed jet again.
"We must call him. If we don't we'll make it even worse. And pissing him off will cost you your life."
-~oOo~-
"God damm it!"
The sound echoed through the garage as Kidd dropped the wretch he had been holding on his toes. Kidd glared at Killer who had startled him by suddenly appearing right beside him without a sound.
"Jesus Killer, you know I fucking hate it when you do that!"
"...Sorry."
"Don't just say sorry! What if I bumped into my bike."
Kidd pointed at the red motorcycle beside him. He had been working on the acceleration.
"So, what the fuck is going on that you had to jump besides me like that?"
"The guys checking out his apartment called. He's gone. The apartment has been emptied out and is covered in a layer of dust. They asked his neighbours and landlady but they don't even remember him. "
"Damm it."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going over there to smash their teeth out for wasting time."
He swung a left over his bike and turned the key in the contact. The motor roared and came to life as Kidd turned it towards the open garage door.
"Should I come to?"
"Na, This shouldn't take long. I'm just gonna have some fun with those bastards."
With those words he raced away trough the doors. He sped up as fast as he could and o of course far above the speed limit for that area. He hadn't bothered to put on a jacked or helmet so the wind played with his hair and caressed his bare arms. He had to make a few turns and didn't stop or slow down until he was in front of the apartment building they had talked about yesterday evening when they had found out he lived there. He parked his bike and entered trough the main entrance. The guys he had send stood in the entrance hall next to the elevator and had terrified expressions some of them even shivered a bit.
"You all look about ready to piss your pants. Stop yer cowering and get over here and explain what the fuck is going on."
The men almost stumbled in there haste to get to him and started to explain. Kidd lost his patience halfway through it and walked to the elevator. He went in and stopped the others from entering. They stared at him with confused faces.
"Ya know, I'm bored. So how about a little game? The last one at the apartment will get to play a nice one on one game with me. And I promise ya, I'll be the only one enjoying that game."
He looked at the terrified faces of the men in front of him laughed and pushed the close button before any of the man could enter. He let his eyes glide over the control panel and pushed the button with number 5 on it. He felt the lift vibrate as it went up and soon it stopped as the display above the doors showed a 5.
He laughed while the lift doors opened, walked to the apartment and waited next to the door. After a few minutes he heard the sound of running and soon he saw the first man turning around the corner. The man stopped a few feet before him and leaned against the wall panting.
"Open it."
The panting man looked up to Kidd.
"...Wha?"
"The god damm door idiot."
The man flinched.
"I-I don't * pant* have the key"
"Then who does?"
"H-He."
Kidd looked into the hallway and saw that two more panting men had joint them. He held up his hand and looked at them.
"Key."
One of the men reached into his pocket and dropped the key into Kidd's hand. Kidd opened the door non to gently and stamped into the almost empty room. He looked around. He scowled at what he saw.
'Dust, every-fucking- were dust.'
He walked to the middle of the room. The men quickly joint him to show they weren't the last one. Kidd just turned around to look at them as one more man came in through the door. It was a short fat man dripping in sweat and panting. It was obvious he was last. Kidd smirked at him.
"Everything alright? Ya look like yer gonna collapse."
The man stared at Kidd confused by the nice tone that contradicted the smirk on his face. But Kidd's next words quickly made him forget the confusion.
"Well ya don't have to worry fatty, since you were last I'm gonna make sure you get down first. Remember what I told you all? We're gonna play a little game. And after that you neither have to take the stairs or the lift down. Instead I've got a nice quick way for you to get down from here. Isn't that nice for ya? "
The man panicked as he looked past Kidd at the window that he now knew would be his way down. He tried to run through the door to try and get away but Kidd grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him back on the floor in the middle of the room. The man whimpered and crawled away from Kidd. But he just started to laugh as a mad man as he approached. He screamed for help and looked desperately at the other man in the corner of the room, terrified to come any closer to what would soon be a bloodbath. Kidd now stood next to the fat man and kicked him into the gut with his steal toed boots. The force of the kick lifted the man of off the ground and he landed a feed away from the corner of the rug covering the middle of the room. The next minutes were filled with mad laughter, cries and begging as Kidd beat the man to a bloody pulp. Kidd got off of him when he realised the fat man was about to lose conscious and looked down. It was clear that one of the man's arms was broken, and looking at the form of his ribcage it was obvious quite a few were broken to or at least heavily bruised. His face was no longer recognisable in the dirty mess of blood and tears covering it. The man rolled on his stomach as he tried one last time to crawl away from Kidd. And he let him, after all it was so much more fun if they tried to run. The man had reached the corner of the room and pushed his back against it as he looked around for an escape route. As Kidd closed in he started to push his feet against the floor as if he could shove himself back warts trough the wall to safety, but the only thing it did was flip up the corner of the rug as he pushed against it. As the corner of the rug fell back into his place, it caused a small gust of wind that maid something colourful that had been stuck under the rug flow out from its hiding place. Kidd kneeled down and picked it up from the ground. It was a flyer promoting a party in one on of the popular clubs in the city. There was a piece of tape on it that indicated something had been stuck on there. Above the tape there was a short message.
NEXT SATURDAY 11 PM !
WE'LL KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T SHOW UP!
S & P
Saturday was today.
"Guess we got a clue after all."
He turned to the fat man and grinned.
"'tis yer luck day fatty, I have to go if I wanna be on time, so I'll have to stop beating ya."
The man blinked a few times and then started to cry again, this time in relieve. Than quickly as a viper ensnaring it prey Kidd grabbed him and walked over to the window.
"N-no, please. Please forgive me, I'm sorr-"
"Aa, shut it fatass."
Kidd threw open the window and pushed him out site, the only thing stopping the man from falling down was his firm hold on the man's broken arm.
"Didn't I tell you you would be the first one down? Ya know I always keep my promises."
And with those words Kidd let go. He didn't wait around to see the man hit the ground. The silence that followed after the screaming had been enough of an indication. He glared at the trembling men in the corner.
"Anyone want to join him? No? Than stop yer yapping and follow me, we've got a party to crash."
