Chapter 17: Die Another Day
Two hours later, the car arrived at the lab. Ichiro and his men forced Michiru to get out of the car, then took her arms and led her through the garage to a heavy steel door. The aqua haired girl didn't fight back at all; ever since they had left the hut, she had refused to talk and just had cried silently over her probably dead lover. The quartet now entered an elevator, Ichiro entered his key card and pushed one of the buttons. "Don't worry, Michiru, we won't run any tests tonight. We'll start tomorrow." the dark haired man spoke, grinning at his sister. "You bastard." Michiru whispered in reply, her eyes filling with tears again. "You goddamn bastard..." "Tsk tsk tsk." Ichiro produced a weird sound from the back of his throat, his grin widening. "You shouldn't talk to your brother like that, my dear. You actually should show me some gratitude, after all, I'll wake some great powers that are right now slumbering in your cute little brain." "Grateful?" Michiru shouted, her sadness turning into anger all of a sudden. "You want me to be grateful? For what? Maybe for the awful things you did to Haruka? You tortured her for years, and now you killed her! I hate you! I hate..." Michirus words were cut off when Ichiro reached out and slapped her hard across the face. The aqua haired girl let out a small whimper, and she cried out in fear when Ichiro grabbed her jaw, holding it in such a tight grip that it hurt. "You better listen to me now, sister." the dark haired man spat, his eyes clearly showing his anger. "If you don't stop throwing such insults at me, I'll have you gagged, and I'll make sure that the tests and experiments are thousand times more painful than necessary. Got that?" Michiru nodded as far as the grip of her brother allowed it, on the verge of tears once more. "Good." Ichiro let go of her, glaring at her once more before he turned to look at one of his men. "Get her into one of the cells, and make sure that she's comfortable for the night. We'll start running the first tests tomorrow." the man nodded just when the elevator came to a halt, then he grabbed Michiru and pulled her out of the lift, over to where the cells were located. Thick, red droplets of blood fell into the white snow, staining it. Haruka let out a groan, holding her injured side with one hand while working herself out of the remains of the hut with the other. She silently thanked her parents for digging a cellar underneath the hut; the trap door that lead into it had saved her life when the hut had exploded. Finally, the blonde was out of the pile that once had been a hut and fell to the snowy ground, moaning in pain. She raised her head just enough to look at the bullet wound in her side, and when her eyes fell on it, she groaned once more before letting her head fall back into the snow. The wound was almost as big as a quarter, and it just wouldn't stop bleeding. Slowly, Haruka managed to sit up, knowing that there was only one way to stop the blood flow. She carefully aimed, then shot a thick string of web out of her wrist, sticking the wound close with it. It burned like hell, and the blonde let out a scream of pain before she fell to the ground and rolled over, clutching her side. After almost fifteen minutes of just lying there, Haruka finally found herself able to stand up. She stumbled over to the car Michiru and she had used to get up to the hut and climbed in, the pain that washed over her body like a tidal wave nearly causing her to loose consciousness. After taking a few deep breaths, Harukas world had stopped spinning and she was able to start the car. Slowly, the blonde drove down the mountain and into the city, over to where the lab was. "I'll save you, Michiru." Haruka thought to herself, gritting her teeth at the increasing pain while hitting the gas pedal. "I'll get you out of there...even if it means that I have to die, but I won't let them hurt you like they hurt me...no way." With that, Haruka pulled up to the parking lot of the lab and stopped the car. She climbed out of it, holding her injured side all the time,a and moved over to the main entrance of the unobtrusive building. The watchman who sat behind the reception was fast asleep, and he never should wake up again. Haruka sneaked up to him, her soldier education allowing her to move without creating any noise, then grabbed his head and turned it around sharply. She smiled at the satisfying crack of the man's neck, and her smile widened when he went limp and his breathing stopped. Quickly, the blonde dragged the dead watchman into the next closet, where she undressed him. Haruka put the uniform on, hoping that the web over her wound would keep the blood from staining the jacket, and took his key card before leaving the closet again and casually made her way over to the lift, trying to ignore the pain she was in. She entered the elevator, shoved the key card into it's slot and pushed the button that would take her to the floor where the subjects of Ichiro and his twisted doctor friends were locked up in cells. Michiru sat leaning against the cold stone wall of her cell, staring up at the ceiling. Her thoughts circled around Haruka, who now was dead, blown up with the hut. The aqua haired girl let out a strangled sob and burried her face in her hands. Her shoulders started to shake, and soon, two small rivers of tears ran down her pale cheeks. Thanks to the loudness of her desperate sobs, Michiru didn't hear the door open, and thus nearly had a heart attack when someone suddenly grabbed her shoulder. "No!" the aqua haired girl cried out, trying to fight the person who had entered her cell. "No let me go! I won't let you..." "Shht." a well-known voice suddenly came, causing Michiru to quiet down immediately. Shocked, the aqua haired girl looked up - and found herself face to face with Haruka, who smiled at her. "Haruka..." Michiru whispered, her eyes widening. "What...how...how did you..." "I'll explain later." Haruka replied, taking Michirus hand. "We have to get out of here before anyone notices. Come on, let's leave." "But I thought you are dead!" Michiru now cried out, her voice filled with happiness. Haruka gave her a cynic smile, shrugged and replied: "I guess I'll die another day. And now let's get moving!" Michiru nodded, came to her feet and quickly hurried out of the cell and down the hallway right after Haruka, not noticing the pain her lover was in.
Two hours later, the car arrived at the lab. Ichiro and his men forced Michiru to get out of the car, then took her arms and led her through the garage to a heavy steel door. The aqua haired girl didn't fight back at all; ever since they had left the hut, she had refused to talk and just had cried silently over her probably dead lover. The quartet now entered an elevator, Ichiro entered his key card and pushed one of the buttons. "Don't worry, Michiru, we won't run any tests tonight. We'll start tomorrow." the dark haired man spoke, grinning at his sister. "You bastard." Michiru whispered in reply, her eyes filling with tears again. "You goddamn bastard..." "Tsk tsk tsk." Ichiro produced a weird sound from the back of his throat, his grin widening. "You shouldn't talk to your brother like that, my dear. You actually should show me some gratitude, after all, I'll wake some great powers that are right now slumbering in your cute little brain." "Grateful?" Michiru shouted, her sadness turning into anger all of a sudden. "You want me to be grateful? For what? Maybe for the awful things you did to Haruka? You tortured her for years, and now you killed her! I hate you! I hate..." Michirus words were cut off when Ichiro reached out and slapped her hard across the face. The aqua haired girl let out a small whimper, and she cried out in fear when Ichiro grabbed her jaw, holding it in such a tight grip that it hurt. "You better listen to me now, sister." the dark haired man spat, his eyes clearly showing his anger. "If you don't stop throwing such insults at me, I'll have you gagged, and I'll make sure that the tests and experiments are thousand times more painful than necessary. Got that?" Michiru nodded as far as the grip of her brother allowed it, on the verge of tears once more. "Good." Ichiro let go of her, glaring at her once more before he turned to look at one of his men. "Get her into one of the cells, and make sure that she's comfortable for the night. We'll start running the first tests tomorrow." the man nodded just when the elevator came to a halt, then he grabbed Michiru and pulled her out of the lift, over to where the cells were located. Thick, red droplets of blood fell into the white snow, staining it. Haruka let out a groan, holding her injured side with one hand while working herself out of the remains of the hut with the other. She silently thanked her parents for digging a cellar underneath the hut; the trap door that lead into it had saved her life when the hut had exploded. Finally, the blonde was out of the pile that once had been a hut and fell to the snowy ground, moaning in pain. She raised her head just enough to look at the bullet wound in her side, and when her eyes fell on it, she groaned once more before letting her head fall back into the snow. The wound was almost as big as a quarter, and it just wouldn't stop bleeding. Slowly, Haruka managed to sit up, knowing that there was only one way to stop the blood flow. She carefully aimed, then shot a thick string of web out of her wrist, sticking the wound close with it. It burned like hell, and the blonde let out a scream of pain before she fell to the ground and rolled over, clutching her side. After almost fifteen minutes of just lying there, Haruka finally found herself able to stand up. She stumbled over to the car Michiru and she had used to get up to the hut and climbed in, the pain that washed over her body like a tidal wave nearly causing her to loose consciousness. After taking a few deep breaths, Harukas world had stopped spinning and she was able to start the car. Slowly, the blonde drove down the mountain and into the city, over to where the lab was. "I'll save you, Michiru." Haruka thought to herself, gritting her teeth at the increasing pain while hitting the gas pedal. "I'll get you out of there...even if it means that I have to die, but I won't let them hurt you like they hurt me...no way." With that, Haruka pulled up to the parking lot of the lab and stopped the car. She climbed out of it, holding her injured side all the time,a and moved over to the main entrance of the unobtrusive building. The watchman who sat behind the reception was fast asleep, and he never should wake up again. Haruka sneaked up to him, her soldier education allowing her to move without creating any noise, then grabbed his head and turned it around sharply. She smiled at the satisfying crack of the man's neck, and her smile widened when he went limp and his breathing stopped. Quickly, the blonde dragged the dead watchman into the next closet, where she undressed him. Haruka put the uniform on, hoping that the web over her wound would keep the blood from staining the jacket, and took his key card before leaving the closet again and casually made her way over to the lift, trying to ignore the pain she was in. She entered the elevator, shoved the key card into it's slot and pushed the button that would take her to the floor where the subjects of Ichiro and his twisted doctor friends were locked up in cells. Michiru sat leaning against the cold stone wall of her cell, staring up at the ceiling. Her thoughts circled around Haruka, who now was dead, blown up with the hut. The aqua haired girl let out a strangled sob and burried her face in her hands. Her shoulders started to shake, and soon, two small rivers of tears ran down her pale cheeks. Thanks to the loudness of her desperate sobs, Michiru didn't hear the door open, and thus nearly had a heart attack when someone suddenly grabbed her shoulder. "No!" the aqua haired girl cried out, trying to fight the person who had entered her cell. "No let me go! I won't let you..." "Shht." a well-known voice suddenly came, causing Michiru to quiet down immediately. Shocked, the aqua haired girl looked up - and found herself face to face with Haruka, who smiled at her. "Haruka..." Michiru whispered, her eyes widening. "What...how...how did you..." "I'll explain later." Haruka replied, taking Michirus hand. "We have to get out of here before anyone notices. Come on, let's leave." "But I thought you are dead!" Michiru now cried out, her voice filled with happiness. Haruka gave her a cynic smile, shrugged and replied: "I guess I'll die another day. And now let's get moving!" Michiru nodded, came to her feet and quickly hurried out of the cell and down the hallway right after Haruka, not noticing the pain her lover was in.