Last Sanctuary
Last
Sanctuary
by Nika
I had traveled for months [1] on end, only stopping every now and
then to rest and eat. I never stayed in one place for too long,
afraid that the federal agents or local cops would catch on to me
and have me arrested once again.
Everywhere I went, I asked
about the mysterious couple that had offered me a ride. No one
had seen or heard of them. I thought that all hope was lost...
until one day when I met Agent Barton once again.
I was walking down the
street of some town in Utah; I didn't even bother remembering the
names of the towns I had stayed in. I had stayed here longer than
I had stayed anywhere else, and was just about to take my leave,
when I spotted the familiar green eyes staring at me from across
the street.
I felt frozen in my tracks
as he made his way over to me, a trace of a smirk on his face.
"You thought you could get away from me, huh?" he
asked, pushing me against a store window. "One little bullet
wound won't stop me from doing my job," he said, his eyes
shining through the thick veil of hair. "Quatre Winner,
you're under arrest..." I just barely heard him reading my
rights. The clicking sound of of handcuffs distracted me as he
pulled them from his jacket and slapped one on my wrist.
"This is just for my reassurance," he said as he
brought my hands together in front of me. He seemed too gentle in
this aspect; I'm not quite sure what was going through his head
at that moment. I didn't even put up a fight, knowing that it
would prove futile.
"Will you just listen
to me," I asked quietly as he tightened the cuffs around my
wrist.
Finally relenting, he let
go of me just long enough to hear me talk. "Go ahead,"
he said.
"I know you think I'm
guilty, but I'm /not/, I swear. "Um..." I faltered, not
knowing what else to say. I had no proof that I was innocent, and
/every/ piece of evidence pointed to the fact that I was guilty.
"It doesn't matter to
me whether you're guilty or not. All that matters is that I'll
never give up. If you escape again... I /will/ catch you again.
You'll never be able to get away from me."
The look in his eyes told
me that he was every bit as serious about this as I was about
proving my innocence. I don't know what it was about him, but
whenever I looked into his eyes, I felt lost. It felt as if our
souls touched whenever we locked eyes... it was something
special...
Anyway... he had put the
handcuffs on me, and led me to his car, placing me in the
backseat. I leaned back against the gray interior, closing my
eyes as I tried to gather my wits. What should I do, I asked
myself over and over again. Of course, I could always call my
family, but they might not believe that I was innocent... they
never believed anything I said. In fact, they might just turn me
in.
I let out a low sigh, and
stared out the window. Trowa was just outside the car, talking to
someone from his cellphone. Several young couples walked by,
staring intently at me, no doubt wondering what I was in here
for.
Then, /they/ walked by. I
didn't even question if it was the same couple, that's how sure I
was. The same laughing violet eyes and long braided hair. And the
other guy, cold Prussian blue eyes and messy dark hair. They
stared at me for a moment, then turned to whisper to each other.
"Hey!" I
screamed from inside the car, banging my fists against the glass.
The couple stopped for a moment, and I stared at them, swearing I
felt my heart skip a couple beats. My breath came in ragged pants
as I felt both pairs of eyes on me.
Then came a loud pounding
on the window. "Knock that off!" yelled Trowa.
I pounded on the window
once more, forcing him to turn and look at the two men that cause
my excitement. He turned to speak with them for a moment. The two
of them nodded their agreement to something, then began to walk
away.
No. I couldn't let that
happen. I had to get to them. I banged my fists harder and
harder, hoping that by some miracle, the glass would break.
Unfortunately, my prayers went unanswered. But as soon as I
stopped banging and laid my head against the window, I felt the
door open, spilling me out into the street.
"I told you to
stop," said Trowa, roughly pushing me against the car.
"I'm sorry," I
whispered to him, knowing that what I was about to do would have
certain repercussions. I swung my arms upward, hitting Trowa
directly in the jaw. I heard him yell a colorful string of curses
as I ran off into the crowd after Heero and Duo.
"Stop!" I yelled
to them, but they didn't. The only acknowledgment I got from them
was Duo turning around and winking an eye at me, just like he had
done that night. I grabbed Duo's arm, pulling him to face me.
"How can you just smile at me like that?" I asked, my
voice a dangerous whisper. "This is all /your/ fault. I
shouldn't be the one in handcuffs, it should be you two."
Duo smiled even wider.
"I don't believe we've met," he said quite loudly.
Then, he leaned in close to my ear and slipped something into my
hand, whispering, "You better get out of here. That FBI guy
is gaining on you."
I turned around, quickly
realizing that he was right. Why did Duo help me? I didn't
understand what was going on. First he pretended that he didn't
know me, then, he tried to help me? None of this was making any
sense, but I took heed of his advice and ran.
~*~*~*~*
Later, I realized that I
still held whatever it was that Duo had given to me. I opened up
the folded up piece of paper and read the small message written
on it.
"Ask for Wufei, he'll
help you. (972) 227-2713."[2] Of course, I was curious as to
who this Wufei character was, so, I called...
~*~*~*~*
[1] Yes, Quatre's been traveling for a /long/ time. ^_^
[2] /Don't/ try to call this number, I just made it up ^_^
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