Unicorn 9
Quatre was remembering. So much had happened between the groups, that it was quite difficult to realize that they were dead, like his father. Everyone he cared for was dead or going to die. No one was invincible on the battlefield. Tears coursed down his face in clear rivets, hitting his chin to drip to the floor. Like the Ocean we fell in. Memories came effortlessly to Quatre. But they seemed strange, like he was already forgetting them.
~~~~~~~~~Can you guess what this is? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Quatre was walking down the street, two magnacorps on either side. The winner heir was not happy. He had tried to get out of the house without anyone noticing, but that was impossible with Rashid on security.
He thought bitterly. He was so consumed with frustration that he failed to notice several pairs of eyes watching from the flat roof of a building nearby. The eyes looked at each other, and then dropped several ropes over the side of the concrete, landing directly in front of the trio.
"What the hell?"
One of the Men asked as three figures dressed in only black swarmed down. Two more dropped in behind the group. Using the rope they had climbed down on, the trio of Black people tied up the people, and pulled them into a doorway. Gagged and trussed like pigs, the entire confrontation lasted less then a minute. Quatre had a bag placed over his head and the drawstrings tied at his neck.
Four of the figures picked him up and ran onto the street. Hopping into a black van, they drove off. The magnacorps tried desperately to get free, but the rope held. The one that was left knelt in front, pulling off her hood and taking off their gags.
"Amanda!"
"Hi guys. Hmm, I don't know your names, but don't worry about Blondie, we're just gonna take him out for a night on the town"
With that said, she pulled out a kitchen knife, and released the two men. Giving them a brilliant smile, she took off into the street, getting honked at by several irate drivers.
The van stopped, Quatre could tell that much. It was hot and airless in the bag and he was definably not enjoying himself. Not a word had been spoken by his captors, so he didn't know who they were. The side door opened and the smells of a beautiful spring day wafted in, he was again picked up and placed on the ground. He tried to move, but was rewarded with a light tap on the head.
Growling in annoyance, he sat still. The drawstrings were pulled, and the bag came off. His eyes took a minute to adjust, and then he noticed his bonds had also been cut. Standing up shakily, he turned to look behind him, and gasped.
"Man he looks hot"
"Can you blame him, that bag was kinda stuffy"
"Shut up, I'm hungry"
Taking the boy by the arm, Amy and Cara pulled him around some bushes, and sat him down on a blanket. Cheryl was already at the portable BBQ, flipping burgers. She turned and grinned at him, her apron said 'kiss me I'm yours' in big white letters. Looking at the blanket, he saw several other items on it, all those necessary for a great picnic.
"Where's Amanda?"
"Huh, oh, she went to go untie your big friends, then she'll drive up here to meet us"
"Unless she gets pulled over for reckless driving"
"Good point"
"I always have good points"
"no comment"
"Hush up Cara"
"BURGERS READY!"
The argument ended with the arrival of food. Minutes later Amanda joined them, sitting her self down with a sigh.
"Some of those drivers are so grumpy"
They all rolled their eyes at her. Quatre was on his 3rd piece of watermelon when Amy threw his swimming trunks at him. Catching them deftly, he stared at her.
"Are we going swimming?"
"No, we're sun tanning"
Cara said sarcastically. Quatre blushed, moving behind a bush to change. He was enjoying himself so much, he didn't want it ruined by someone walking in on him naked. Setting a new record for speed changing, the blonde stepped back into the clearing. Cheryl was waiting for him there. She was wearing a turquoise bikini that matched her hair perfectly.
"Come on Quattie, the other are already down at the beach"
'Quattie' blushed. He had forgotten how far he had gone into the bushes to get far away to change. Walking toward the cliff edge, Quatre was surprised to see a trail wind down toward the sheltered cove at the bottom. Walking steadily and cautiously, they worked their way down. Finally stepping on the sand. Amy had brought her camera, and was intent on taking a picture of them standing arm in arm by the waves. The shore dropped off sharply, so Quatre stood, arms linked with Cara and Amanda, by the waves. Taking a quick moment to focus, Amy clicked the button, just as the group tumbled in the water.
The sand had been quickly shifting under the feet of the people, and the bank part they were standing on disappeared into the ocean, taking them with it. Spluttering from the sudden jolt of cold, Quatre glared at Cheryl.
"Smooth
move"
"Why you blonde
imbecile, don't blame me!"
A water fight soon emerged, and everyone was involved. Amy's yellow and green one piece was soon soaking, while Cara nearly lost the top of her Black bikini when Amanda had dunked her. The Smallest girl had forgotten her bathing suit; so was wearing her shorts and t-shirt. The day shadows lengthened, and all too soon it was time to pack up and head for home.
Quatre was seated in the backseat of the black van with Amanda beside him. She had asked to drive the other car, but Cara had refused right out. No need for more traffic tickets she had said. The small blonde was tired anyway, and was falling asleep on Quatre's shoulder, creating a wet spot. It was 11 o'clock even when they parked in the driveway.
Rashid was waiting with his arms crossed in the doorway. He glared disapprovingly at the group as they came in, tapping his foot and looking at his watch. Cara went to work.
"My dear Mr. Rashid, how are you doing this fine evening? Your on-going caring for the young boy no doubt shows what a great man you is"
The older man didn't bat an eye, but his glare softened somewhat. Amy stepped in front of Quatre, looking up into Rashids eyes.
" It was my fault sir, we mock kidnapped Quatre so we could go out to a picnic together."
"I know, two of my men came back and told me what had happened. I'm disappointed in you"
They could feel a lecture coming on. But Amanda was practically asleep on her feet, and proved this point by gracefully flopping toward the ground. She would have hit the hard ground if Rashid had not caught her. Picking the 'sleeping' girl up, he marched toward the spare bedrooms, the children walking behind. Chuckling quietly.
It was morning when Quatre woke up. He didn't remember falling asleep, but he must have. He looked toward his nightstand to look at his digital alarm clock. But there was something else there that stuck in his head, it was a picture frame. Turning on the bedside lamp bedside him, he got a good look at the picture. Him, Amanda, Cara, and Cheryl were all about to fall into the Ocean, a look of surprise on each face.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~It's Over!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The docter came walking out of the room, several orderlies pushing their patient out into the ICU. His white lab coat billowed behind him as he came toward the boys. His face un-readable. Deep anxiety gripped every pilot as the Man opened his mouth.