Last Sanctuary

Last Sanctuary
by Nika

The same driver from before picked me up and drove me to Wufei's place. I was nervous about everything that might have taken place. If something big happened, would Trowa make it here in time? That was my main concern.

When I arrived, I was shown through the front door. This was the first time I had seen the place from the outside, since I hadn't been blindfolded this time. From the outside, it seemed to be just a normal warehouse, but I knew what secrets it held inside these heavy metal doors.

What I saw inside this time surprised me. Although all the weaponry and vehicles were still there, the only people that remained in this 'warehouse' was Wufei and about three other men. The place was void of any other life.

"Quatre, I'm so glad you could make it," said Wufei, a smirk present upon his face. I looked warily between everyone. The odds weren't good; one against four?

I saw Wufei nod to one of his men, who walked briskly up to me and patted me down. He found the gun that Trowa had given me, so I had no way of protecting myself now. The man tossed the gun over to Wufei, who made a 'tsking' noise. "Now, what were you planning on doing with this?"

The man continued searching me, and, unfortunately, came upon the wire that was secured to my chest. "I see you've been cooperating with the police," said Wufei as he walked up to me. "Or is it our dear Mr. Barton." He leaned over so that he could speak into the microphone. "You better get over here, quick, and /alone/ before something happens to your little blonde friend." As soon as he was done speaking, he ripped the microphone off of me and smashed it into tiny pieces. He didn't find the tracking device that Trowa had put on me, thank goodness.

I can only assume what was running through Trowa's head at the moment Wufei spoke through the microphone. The only thought that was running through mine was that I was in big trouble. Neither Trowa nor myself thought that this would happen.

"Now, you must have known that Heero and Duo were my most loyal men," said Wufei as he lifted my chin to meet his eyes. "They would /never/ disobey me."

I saw the cold gleam that shone through his eyes. He wanted revenge for what we had planned. "What is it that you're planning on doing?"

A dry chuckle escaped from Wufei's lips. "I'll kill you, that's for sure. But... I'm not sure if I should do it now, or wait for Mr. Barton to show." He seemed to ponder his decision for a minute. Then, his eyes lit up, showing that he had discovered something worth mentioning. "I can kill you, Quatre, in front of his face. That would be well worth the wait, don't you think?"

"No," I said. It might have been a retorical question, but I wasn't about to let that stop me from answering it. His eyes narrowed dangerously at me until the black barely showed through the slits.

He pointed the gun at me, pressing the cold barrel against my jaw and I felt myself instinctively flinch away from it. He laughed again. Obviously, Wufei thought many things that I did were funny, for I always found him laughing at me. "He should have know that he can't get rid of me," Wufei said, speaking about Trowa. He looked over to the man to his left, nodding as he gave out his orders. "Put him somewhere until our agent arrives.

I was taken into a small room, and tied to a stiff backed oak chair. Of course, I fought the entire way, but those men were much bigger than I was, so I lost the battle. When I finally settled into the chair, one of the men were leering over me, a strange grin playing across his lips. He raised his arm over his head, holding some kind of metal pipe. That was the last thing I saw before I blacked out.

~*~*~*~*

The next thing I saw was a pair of onyx eyes boring into mine. The owner of these eyes backed away once I was fully awake, a wry smile on his face. "Wakey, wakey," said Wufei, and I felt myself untied from the chair I had been sitting on.

I was brought back into the open space within the warehouse, where the cars and weapons were stored. I looked around at all the different things that were there, as if seeing it for the first time. It was only after my attention was averted to the people surrounding me, that I had noticed Trowa was standing across the way from me.

"Trowa..." The name barely escaped from my mouth in a whisper. I wasn't quite sure if I was surprised to see him here or surprised that he hadn't put up a fight yet. He was flanked on either side by two men, Wufei's men to be exact. They held onto his shoulders as he stood there, not moving, his eyes boring into mine. These two men, plus Wufei were the only ones that were here... The other ones must have left.

Then... I'm not quite sure how to describe what happened next. It all seemed like a blur. One minute we were being held back by Wufei's men, and the next, they were all littering the floor emitting small sounds that sounded like moaning. I know for sure that I had landed a solid punch to Wufei's face. The others... Trowa had taken care of them.

Trowa walked over to where I stood over Wufei, and asked, "Are you alright, Quatre?" He grasped my arm lightly, and turned me around, examining the small welt that had appeared where one man had hit me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I told him, brushing away the hand that hovered over the bruised skin. "It must have happened when I was knocked out."

Trowa looked like he was about to say something, but a movement from Wufei caught Trowa's attention. The Chinese man lunged forward with a katana in hand. I don't know where he had gotten it from, but he obviously knew how to handle it well.

Trowa sidestepped Wufei's attack just barely. For some reason, Wufei had it in for the agent, only concentrating his attacks on Trowa. So all this time wasted in a chase, resulted in a a duel between the two men.

Wufei lunged toward Trowa once again, but this time, it didn't look like the brown haired man would step out of the way on time. I had to do something, fast. If not... No, I didn't want to think of the possibilities of what might have happened had I failed in my task. I rushed up beside Wufei, and delivered a swift kick to his stomach. He doubled over in pain, his katana scattering to the floor. I wasted no time delivering my next blow, a quick backhand with my hands balled up into fists.

Wufei went reeling across the floor, wiping away the blood that began to spill from his nose. The crimson liquid stained the front of his white shirt as he wiped his hands on it. His eyes narrowed dangerously at me, the promise of death held within the depths of their darkness.

Wufei picked himself off the ground and came at me. But this time, Trowa intercepted the blow. Wufei saw blood seeping through Trowa's shirt and aimed a blow directly at that spot. It was the same place that Heero had shot him. Trowa cried out in pain as Wufei continued assaulting that same spot.

When he finally release the agent, Wufei took a step back, smoothed out the silky hair that had been released during all this, and said, "This isn't exactly fair. There's two of you, and only one of me."

"Must I remind you," said Trowa, holding his injured arm and breathing heavily. "...that you never play fair... So why should we?"

"You've got a point," said Wufei as he walked over to a nearby table and placed both hands upon it, leaning heavily upon it. He looked at the two of us from his peripheral line of vision, standing side by side, then suddenly turned around with some kind of automatic weapon in his hands. Without even thinking twice about it, Wufei let the rounds fly at us. Trowa and I tried our best to dodge the flying bullets...

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