I Dreamed of Angels
Part One E
It was getting
dangerously late as Quatre and Trowa continued talking. Being so involved in
the conversation, they were not aware that they were being watched by the two
men who drove off in the car just a few hours ago.
"Oh my, our little rich angel has finally
left his troop behind. Now's our chance."
"But, what about the other kid?"
"Who cares? He's probably just some nobody.
Nobody will believe a word he says. "
With that, the two moved towards the unsuspecting
children. The larger man grabbed Trowa, attempting to get him out of the way.
When Quatre saw this, he immediately stepped on the man's foot, bit his arm,
and grabbed Trowa's hand. He looked back and found out that there was no place
to run. Behind them was a tall, brick wall that would prove to be unbreakable
and unreachable by two small kids. Not knowing what else to do, Quatre hid
Trowa behind him and faced the two large figures before him in a fighting
stance. He looked just about ready to fight back. After all, he did promise the
other that he would be his angel. This meant that he had to protect him.
"We're not after him, kid. It's you we're after.
That's very cute though. Awww, I should've brought a camera." Said the smaller
one sarcastically.
"Shut up and get the kid already." The larger man was
clearly getting nervous.
"No, really. Who knew little angel face here would
have the guts to protect that worthless kid behind him? That's the sweetest
thing I've ever seen. Too bad not everything can last forever."
"If you're going to continue blabbering, I'll do it."
With that, the larger man grabbed Quatre, stuffed his mouth with a rag, tied
him up with a rope, put him in a large bag, and placed him inside the trunk of
the car.
"All this work just because the kid's a Winner. I'm
telling you, we better not get caught."
"For crying out loud! You can't even see him, hear
him, or smell him. I think those precautions were more than necessary."
"I disagree. I think that we should think about this
again step by step. We might've left some hair of his somewhere or some
fingerprints."
"You idiot! We *are* taking his hair and fingerprints
with us. What the hell are you talking about?"
"I don't know. I just don't want to get caught. Hey,
where's that other kid?"
Because the two were too busy arguing, they never
noticed Trowa run over to the public phone just beside the brick wall. He had
called the authorities and they were on their way. Both men realized that they
were going to get caught if they didn't do something fast. So, they went inside
the car and drove off, not remembering that they had left a witness behind.
"Hey! Give me back my angel!" Trowa cried as he ran
in the direction of the car. The car was too fast for his short legs so he
ended up in the middle of the street.
"So, you've decided to become a dog, have you? C'mon
you're in big trouble. You should know better than to separate from the group
and chase cars. It's already late and you've got everybody worried." an annoyed
but concerned lady said as she appeared next to him.
"But they got my angel!"
"Don't be silly. It's too late for this."
The argument continued on their way home. For the
first time in a long time, Trowa kept on talking. Knowing that this was such a
rare phenomenon, the adults in the orphanage indulged him. They listened to
everything he said, but with very little interest though. Then Trowa decided to
name his angel and everyone in the building, including the children fell
silent.
"My angel's name is Quatre Raberba Winner. Hmph!"
"Oh my lord!" all the adults yelled out
loud as they realized what had just happened.