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O my wow, I am so sorry guys. You don't know how sorry I am. I mean, it's been, what, seven months? I am so awful. I know you guys just don't care about How I could be so damn late , it's just that, I had a horrible writer's block and not to mention high school is crazy. I just didn't have the time to write.
The thing is, I don't know how often I can update now, but I am going start with once in two weeks. Please forgive me and bear with me guys.
Here's the chapter!
Chapter: 10
Kettering
When I was checking vitals I suggested a smile. You didn't talk
for awhile, you were freezing.
You said you hated my tone, it made you feel so alone, and so
you told me I ought to be leaving.
May 6, 2014
She observed him as she waited for him to continue. But he refused to look at her. As always, he kept staring out the window. The bird he had been watching was long gone, but his eyes still lingered over the tree. He'd watched the bird leave, but without it's companion, and Fang vaguely wondered if it had given up in it's search. The thought seemed absurd to him, not because he was wondering about a bird's life, but because he desperately wanted to believe that it hadn't given up and that it was still searching for it's mate.
But what was the point? It didn't matter now, did it?
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In one swift motion, I kicked open the door and pulled out my gun. There was a loud bang as the door slammed into the wall and I barely flinched, my eyes too busy to take in the sight in front of me.
It was dark. The dull ray of light that came through the door wasn't just enough for vision. The darkness made the familiar terrace of my home to seem sinister.
I stepped in cautiously, the gun held out in front of me and my finger sat tense on the trigger.
"Lissa?" I called out.
At that moment it hadn't even occurred to me that I was being reckless and inconsiderate. If Wilson Hernandez was actually there, the door must've given me away the moment I'd stepped in. And calling out Lissa's name wasn't that wise either. But I couldn't care less.
Just then, all I could feel was the flood of relief that swept through me as I recognized her face in the dark; and a second later the excruciating pain as something slammed hard in my head. And right before the world went blank, I finally realized how stupid it was to come without any backup.
If Hernandez was the cunning wolf, I was the dumb sheep that walked right into his trap.
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"Then?"
His eyes found hers and in the brief silence that followed, she saw the calculating look in them. And she wondered, what was it? What happened in that dark confinement of his house that had him alert and cautious even after all these years?
Like many others, she never found an answer to this either.
And when he finally spoke, it was to let her know of the time, or the lack of it in this case.
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There was something warm and liquid damping the back of my head, blood-my muddy brain suggested, and a soft whimpering sound coming from somewhere around me. Someone whispered my name; it sounded urgent.
I didn't need a reminder of where I was, I already knew.
"Lissa?"
My throat was hoarse. And everywhere around me, it was a yellowish black.
That's absurd. How can black be mixed with yellow?
"Fang!" Her voice cut through my head like a knife and pulled me back to my senses as I finally opened my eyes.
"Fang!"
"Lissa?"
There she was, sitting across me on a chair. At the time, her position didn't seem weird. It was only later I noticed her bondage.
"Fang!" She almost sobbed with relief. "Thank god you're awake! Are you okay? You're head is bleeding."
"What?" I felt flabbergasted, and the dull throbbing pain wasn't helping any. "Where...where is he?" I managed to croak out. "What happened?"
"He attacked me when we were talking." She looked at the door wearily. "He burst open the door, I tried to fight back, but he had a gun and then he tied me here and left." I took in my surroundings as she spoke. "He was the one who smacked you but after tying you up too, he left again."
We were in the living room. the light was on now and the room was a wreck. Almost all the furnitures were destroyed, photos that were hung on the wall were now strewn across the floor, their frames broken and shattered glass were scattered everywhere.
"Are you hurt?" I demanded
"No, I'm fine." She whispered. "He didn't..."
"Oh, you're awake!"
Lissa visibly stiffened and my eyes fell on the looming figure on the threshold.
And there stood Wilson Hernandez, with that ugly grin in his face.
"Hernandez."
"Huh? you figured it out already," He looked at me with fake disappointment, his voice raspy and cold like a snake's. "That isn't very fun now. Well, I'll just have to do with this then, I guess."
"What do you want?"
He didn't answer this time. It seemed he was pointedly ignoring the question as he stood with his back to us and started working on something with little clinking noises.
"Hey!"
Nope, distraction while talking was out of question, seeing that you can't exactly distract someone when they keep ignoring you. My gun was nowhere in sight either. Then that meant that I couldn't exactly do anything but wait now.
A long time ago, when I first stated my wish to become a detective, Iggy had suggested sincerely that I should keep a knife hidden on me for times of danger. I remember the way he put it, "So, you know, when you get caught by bad guys and they bind you, you can slash the ropes and beat them with it, like a ninja!"
Like his any other ridiculous blabbers, I had laughed and ignored it. Because I believed in reality. And in reality, nothing bad like that ever happens.
Really. Those are just from stupid movies. Where after going through hell, the hero always gets up. He saves everything and everyone, and kicks the butts of those stupid villain, and still manages to live.
No, that's just a stupid movie. those things doesn't happen in reality.
In reality, you just sit there hopelessly, thinking what and how it came to this as you stare at your loved ones and try to convince them desperately that you'd pull through no matter what while you both know there's no chance of surviving.
No, in reality, you just strike with your fortunately-free-feet and hope that it works.
But see, I wasn't so lucky.
While my super kick did help the syringe in his hands to fly, it also resulted in a very angry villain, and me falling backwards while still bound to the chair. Once again, my head banged hard against the floor. This time, I could feel the blood oozing out and spreading as my body jerked violently and my lunch threatened to come out the wrong way.
It was most likely that I was having a concussion.
But through my blurry vision, what I saw was not Wilson Hernandez pointing his gun at me, but the shatters of a picture as the blood started to cover it.
When was this taken? I vaguely wondered. Probably when we were freshmen. Max seemed to be my height and she still looked like a boy with her stringy blond hair and skinny face.
But her face was split in half with a huge grin.
Her smile. It was the last thing I saw as the world darkened.
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May 13, 2014
Fang was getting ready for his evening nap when his phone rang. He vaguely wondered why was it they always interrupted his nappy-nap-time as he grumbled out a hello.
"Are you sleeping?"
Great. Just what he needed to add fuel in his already sour mood.
He sighed. "Whaddya wan'?"
"Well, you're certainly in a good mood." Brian snorted. "Y'know, I just wanted to ask you something..."
"If it's about how you we were kidding around and you just happened to come across the boss and he told you about my so called lack of assistance with the psychiatrist then you can just kill yourself, I won't mind really,"
"Hm? How rude. But no Fang, although I'd like to know the reason for it, that's not why I called." He said. "I was just wondering. Griffiths has a match today right? Wanna come?"
"What?" It felt so sudden that Fang actually spluttered. "A what?"
"A match," Brian scoffed. "Geez Fang, did you het a short circuit or something?"
But just that simple slip-off revealed Brian's intentions to him. Yep, Brian Carter was trying very hard not to show his worries, but he failed epically the moment he called him 'Fang'.
So Fang decided at least once he should cut him some slack.
"yeah sure. Where do you wanna meet?"
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I didn't know what to feel.
I wasn't sure if I was happy, or sad, or mad, or crazy, or depressed, or in heaven. Maybe I was just numb. That was probably why I couldn't decide what I was feeling.
But one thing was sure. I was damn glad Lissa was safe.
When I again came to my senses, we were in a hospital. I found a doctor fussing over me, Lisaa sitting beside me and Brian, just standing there with stern face.
And when I asked Brian how he knew Hernandez was here, he simply stated that one of us just had to be the mature one.
I wasn't sure if I should've been offended.
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He met them outside the stadium.
Fang would've been absolutely fine if it was only Brian, but unfortunately Max was there too. Now, it wasn't that he wasn't happy to see Max, 'cause he was. But the fact that he was gonna have to act cool in front of two of his closest friends, just wasn't so cool.
Because let's face it, he was having a very hard time these days with his counseling.
At first, when he started talking about that time with the psychiatrist, he didn't feel this bad. But as the minutes went by and he kept digging through his memories, it got worse. Fang couldn't really describe it, but as he once again realized how close he had gotten and how he had almost lost Lissa that time, it got harder to talk.
These days, when Fang thought back to it, he wondered.
Would things have been different if Lissa actually made him quit the Force?
Would she be here today?
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Lissa sat there silently even when everyone left.
"Are you okay?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from breaking. Even though the doctor had said she was fine and I was the only one injured, I just had to make sure.
She didn't say anything though. Instead she kept looking at her hand.
"Lissa? Hey?"
Finally she looked up. "Can I ask you something?"
"Huh?"
"If I asked you to retire from the Force, will you listen to me?"
I stared at her. What? What was she talking about?
But I knew exactly what she was talking about.
"I will. If you want me to."
"But you won't really be happy, will you?" I didn't say anything to that and she sighed. "It's just that, when I saw him hitting you and I saw all that blood, I just realized how easily I could loose you. It never really occurred to me Fang, because I always thought that those things won't happen to us. Those...those awful and horrible things, they just won't ever happen to us. But now I...I..." She stuttered.
And then she was in my arms, her face buried in my neck. "I just don't want to loose you Fang. I can't loose you."
But something kept me standing by that hospital bed
I should have quit but instead I took care of you
You made me sleep and uneven and I didn't believe them
When they told me that there was no saving you
Oh well, I know I really don't deserve it. But please review if you can.