Instantly, I see Quatre fumble and I catch his arm, preventing him from crashing to the ground. I do a quick check over, since he appears to be unconscious. He is alive but his pulse is disturbingly quick. What could possibly make him so nervous? I ask myself. I have a good guess.
"And then there were three," Duo speaks as I pick up Quatre's small form.
"Barton," Heero says afterwards, "watch over him, we'll start searching for Wufei's body. You and Quatre can join after her recovers."
I nod in reply and walk towards the living room. Duo and Heero follow me until they make it to the main walkway. There, they went up the stairs. Probably starting off in the attic or Wufei's room for clues. The boy in my arms thrashes violently. Immeaditly I lie him on the couch to fight his demons.
Leaving my place by the blonde's side I make my way to the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth. The dim lighting causes the shadows to form some type of figures, not very friendly shadows at that.
I convince myself it is just a figment of my imagination. After all I've been through, a couple of ironic happenings shouldn't bother me at all. A person would have to be insane or paranoid to take precautions.
I could do paranoid and insane.
"There goes my comfort," I mumble out loud to myself. Now all this house needs is a ghost in white sheets, bats and killer mice and a haunted house is born.
Very worthy of running to my mom, if I had one. I never did like the paranormal too much.
I make it at the end of the long hallway, stopping at the bathroom door. A wooden door blocks the entrance. Normally it isn't closed unless someone is in there.
Duh, I say to myself. This day has been everything but normal.
Not really wanting to stay a moment longer than I have to, I open the door. Or at least try to. The door is conveniently jammed. I give it another push and it flies open causing me to stumble in, attempting not to fall down and hit my head or something.
I catch my balance on the doorframe. My long bangs make it hard to search for the linen closet. Automatically, I turn on the light to make seeing easier. Because of routine, I manage to take a glance in the mirror. The image looking back at me makes me want to wish I had gotten knocked out when I had the chance.
"And then there were three," Duo speaks as I pick up Quatre's small form.
"Barton," Heero says afterwards, "watch over him, we'll start searching for Wufei's body. You and Quatre can join after her recovers."
I nod in reply and walk towards the living room. Duo and Heero follow me until they make it to the main walkway. There, they went up the stairs. Probably starting off in the attic or Wufei's room for clues. The boy in my arms thrashes violently. Immeaditly I lie him on the couch to fight his demons.
Leaving my place by the blonde's side I make my way to the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth. The dim lighting causes the shadows to form some type of figures, not very friendly shadows at that.
I convince myself it is just a figment of my imagination. After all I've been through, a couple of ironic happenings shouldn't bother me at all. A person would have to be insane or paranoid to take precautions.
I could do paranoid and insane.
"There goes my comfort," I mumble out loud to myself. Now all this house needs is a ghost in white sheets, bats and killer mice and a haunted house is born.
Very worthy of running to my mom, if I had one. I never did like the paranormal too much.
I make it at the end of the long hallway, stopping at the bathroom door. A wooden door blocks the entrance. Normally it isn't closed unless someone is in there.
Duh, I say to myself. This day has been everything but normal.
Not really wanting to stay a moment longer than I have to, I open the door. Or at least try to. The door is conveniently jammed. I give it another push and it flies open causing me to stumble in, attempting not to fall down and hit my head or something.
I catch my balance on the doorframe. My long bangs make it hard to search for the linen closet. Automatically, I turn on the light to make seeing easier. Because of routine, I manage to take a glance in the mirror. The image looking back at me makes me want to wish I had gotten knocked out when I had the chance.