Asha's Arrival
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html
Rating and Disclaimer in chapter 1.
Chapter 5
It's amazing what having a gun pointed at you can do to a person's resolve.
I couldn't help it. I began to cry.
All the pain and fear and anxiety building up within me since the shootout just overwhelmed we. I'd been
close to panicking before. Now I was over the edge.
I didn't recognize Logan at first. If I'd thought before that it was eerie how he hadn't really changed, I was
wrong.
He was unrecognizable.
All I saw when I dropped down that skylight was a tall, muscular man holding a gun. His clothes were
inexpensive and wrinkled. I saw disheveled blond hair and a strong, unshaven jaw.
But mostly I just saw the gun.
That's all I needed to see. So, as I said…
I couldn't help it. I began to cry.
After all this time, all this trouble…I'd gotten it all wrong. I'd gotten the wrong address; the wrong man.
I'd come all this way to escape the men who'd killed my brother, and now this stranger was just going to
kill me instead. I couldn't take it.
But my "killer" hadn't fired yet. And it didn't look like he was going to.
As he noticed my tears, he lowered his gun.
"Hey…" He was talking to me. I could hear his voice – he had a nice voice. Why was it familiar?
I was starting to feel dizzy. I could feel a fainting spell coming on, and that made me even more upset.
'God, not now!'
The last thing I needed was to lose consciousness now. Though, perhaps, that would just be for the best.
That way I wouldn't be awake when this man killed me.
"Hey…it's alright."
He began to approach, and I began to scoot away, but he wouldn't let me. The next thing I knew he was
kneeling by my side, pulling me into his arms. Strong arms.
"Shhh…it's okay," he comforted. Somehow that was worse than if he'd shot me. It was not okay!
Nothing was okay! I began to cry louder. And he just held me, rocking me. "It's okay…it's going to be
alright…" he kept repeating.
I just couldn't get over how familiar that voice sounded to me.
Then I felt something hard and metal strapped to his hip, beneath his clothes, as he settled me back down
on the floor, off of his lap. Another gun?
He was pushing my disheveled hair out of my face.
"It's alright," he said again. "Whatever's happened. Whatever you're here for. It's going to be…"
But then he stopped. His words just froze in his throat as though he'd forgotten them.
I could sense him staring, so I looked up. And I felt myself freeze, as well.
The hair, the clothes, the defensive posture, and the gun…I hadn't recognized any of that. The voice had
seemed familiar. But the eyes…
I could never not recognize those eyes.
It was Logan.
And he was staring at me with utter shock written across his face.
"Asha?" he asked, almost as if he didn't believe it.
Then I blacked out.
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html
Rating and Disclaimer in chapter 1.
Chapter 5
It's amazing what having a gun pointed at you can do to a person's resolve.
I couldn't help it. I began to cry.
All the pain and fear and anxiety building up within me since the shootout just overwhelmed we. I'd been
close to panicking before. Now I was over the edge.
I didn't recognize Logan at first. If I'd thought before that it was eerie how he hadn't really changed, I was
wrong.
He was unrecognizable.
All I saw when I dropped down that skylight was a tall, muscular man holding a gun. His clothes were
inexpensive and wrinkled. I saw disheveled blond hair and a strong, unshaven jaw.
But mostly I just saw the gun.
That's all I needed to see. So, as I said…
I couldn't help it. I began to cry.
After all this time, all this trouble…I'd gotten it all wrong. I'd gotten the wrong address; the wrong man.
I'd come all this way to escape the men who'd killed my brother, and now this stranger was just going to
kill me instead. I couldn't take it.
But my "killer" hadn't fired yet. And it didn't look like he was going to.
As he noticed my tears, he lowered his gun.
"Hey…" He was talking to me. I could hear his voice – he had a nice voice. Why was it familiar?
I was starting to feel dizzy. I could feel a fainting spell coming on, and that made me even more upset.
'God, not now!'
The last thing I needed was to lose consciousness now. Though, perhaps, that would just be for the best.
That way I wouldn't be awake when this man killed me.
"Hey…it's alright."
He began to approach, and I began to scoot away, but he wouldn't let me. The next thing I knew he was
kneeling by my side, pulling me into his arms. Strong arms.
"Shhh…it's okay," he comforted. Somehow that was worse than if he'd shot me. It was not okay!
Nothing was okay! I began to cry louder. And he just held me, rocking me. "It's okay…it's going to be
alright…" he kept repeating.
I just couldn't get over how familiar that voice sounded to me.
Then I felt something hard and metal strapped to his hip, beneath his clothes, as he settled me back down
on the floor, off of his lap. Another gun?
He was pushing my disheveled hair out of my face.
"It's alright," he said again. "Whatever's happened. Whatever you're here for. It's going to be…"
But then he stopped. His words just froze in his throat as though he'd forgotten them.
I could sense him staring, so I looked up. And I felt myself freeze, as well.
The hair, the clothes, the defensive posture, and the gun…I hadn't recognized any of that. The voice had
seemed familiar. But the eyes…
I could never not recognize those eyes.
It was Logan.
And he was staring at me with utter shock written across his face.
"Asha?" he asked, almost as if he didn't believe it.
Then I blacked out.