I Dreamed of Angels
Part One F
As soon as the caretakers in the orphanage found out that
Trowa was serious about his encounter with Quatre and the kidnappers, they
immediately sent for the authorities. The Winner family, intent on finding
Quatre, decided to take Trowa in with them. He was, after all, a viable
witness, putting him in danger. If he could pinpoint the criminals, then it was
inevitable that they would come after him. So, the very lucky Trowa won himself
a trip to his angel's heaven.
"This is where you're going to be staying.
We were going to give you one of the guest rooms but it seems that you're very
fond of Quatre. So, my sisters and I thought that this would suit you. Besides,
those guest rooms are too dull for kids."
As the door was opened, Trowa hesitantly
peered in as if making sure that he deserved to be in Quatre's room, *the* so
called heaven. Where else would an angel live, anyway?
"I hope you like the theme going on in
here. My sisters and I designed everything. Get yourself comfortable and we'll
call you for dinner." With that said, the petite young lady left without
another word.
Trowa cautiously walked in and when he
finally saw the room's entirety, his jaw dropped reflecting astonishment.
"So *this* is heaven!" he exclaimed.
Coincidentally, Quatre's room was decorated
in a way that resembled the heaven itself. The room was filled with the rays of
the sun that illuminated its surroundings. The thick blue carpet cradled
Trowa's feet like cotton soft clouds as he made his way around the room.
Realistic looking clouds as well as a few angels with golden tassels were
painted on the walls and in the ceiling. The sheets that lay across the large
bed were of a light blue color perfectly matching the motif. There were also
some cloud shaped pillows that were scattered throughout the room. It was
absolutely mesmerizing. It looked like Quatre's sisters did go somewhat too far
in portraying their little brother as an angel.
"This is just too perfect, dad. I told you
we're not the only ones with an angel obsession." The young girl who left Trowa
just a minute ago approached her father, delighted with her discovery.
"Well, I wouldn't go as far as saying that
he's obsessed. He just loves the idea, the scheme of things as they are right
now. The people at the orphanage told me that he doesn't have friends his age.
Quatre was the very first. He's just seeing things the way he wants to see
them."
The next few days that Trowa spent with the
family proved to be the second best experience of his short life. The first, of
course, was the meeting with his guardian angel. He enjoyed every bit of this
new found heaven as much as the family enjoyed his presence. Both parties grew
fond of each other, relishing in their similarities as well as their
differences. Time passed by quickly, the situation at hand almost forgotten.
It was only on the tenth day since Quatre's
abduction that the kidnappers called. By the way they were handling things, it
was obvious that they were not professionals. Taking ten days to actually come
up with a plan had proved the theory true. The, of course, wanted a large
amount of money for ransom in exchange fro Quatre. They wanted it delivered by
Mr. Winner himself knowing that he would never dare jeopardize the safety of
his only son. It was the usual tactic, leaving the authorities with a lot of
possible scenarios to choose from.
Everything was in order the day the
exchange was to be made. Everyone spent day and night constructing what looked
like a flawless plan to get Quatre back safely. Trowa was surprisingly very
helpful during the whole process. The suggestions he made proved, beyond a
doubt, that he was very intelligent. In fact, he had even been more helpful
than the people who were more than twice his age. The Winner family was
thoroughly impressed at the quiet boy's display.
At the strike of twelve, two men, one
large, the other smaller, could be seen in a dark alley holding a child still
dressed in his Halloween outfit, effectively restrained.
"This better work." said the larger man as
he wiped the sweat from his forehead and fidgeted, nervous about the upcoming
confrontation.
"Stop it! I already told you that I have
everything planned out perfectly. Everything is under control." The smaller man
was clearly annoyed.
"But ..."
"Shhh! Here he comes."
Quatre's father cautiously walked towards
the two men who were holding his son captive. When he was about two feet away,
he was told to stop. His eyes focused on the people before him, worried that
the man that held his son might pull the trigger directed on the small,
delicate head.
"That distance is far enough. You know the
deal. Leave the bag in front of you and move backwards, away from it ...
slowly!"
Mr. Winner did as he was told. During the
whole ordeal, he kept his eyes focused on Quatre who's fear was evident in his
eyes.
From the car in the far corner, a small
head with brown hair could be seen appearing from the window. It had been
agreed upon earlier that only Mr. Winner would meet the kidnappers to prevent
any suspicion and unneeded hostility. Trowa, however, as stubborn as he was,
sneaked in the car unnoticed. Here he was now, as curious as ever, watching the
confrontation before him. He was delighted to see his angel once again, still
looking as heavenly as they day they had met. He was starting to go into
another one of his daydreams when, all of a sudden, his fantasies came crashing
down. He watched as the smaller man shot his angel at the back of his head as
he was walking towards his father. All he could do at that moment was scream
hysterically, ignoring the arrival of the police and ignoring the events that
went on afterwards.