3- Help
As time draws on, those beginners of the operation found they needed to ally their projects onto their side, before it was too late…
-scene begin-
I couldn't do it. Simple as that. I've never been one for words, so naturally, I couldn't really explain myself. I couldn't bring myself to explain. I know that time is running out – the moment I saw that news report, I knew time was running out. I need to find the others. But who will agree with me? Who will see what needs to be defended against? I want to say – really I do. But I can't help it. It's hard enough to think about… harder to put into words. I couldn't even say it flat-out to my own sister.
"Trowa?"
I look up, distracted from my thoughts, gladly. A woman… I believe her name is Orora, or Storm, is talking to me.
"There's someone to see you. They say it's of utmost importance. They… they wish to speak with Charles, also."
I nodded, got up from my position, and followed her to the office.
I couldn't hide my surprise at who was waiting for me.
"03,"
Tan skin.
Ebony hair, pulled into a tight ponytail.
Scrutinizing onyx eyes.
"Trowa Barton," I corrected absently, and then added, "05."
An affirmative nod. It was more than I could have expected.
"Chang WuFei."
-scene change-
The next day, tracking down her mystery charge was not difficult. It was almost as if he wanted to be found, for once. That couldn't be right… he refused to be found. He refused to be found at school, during school, after school. He refused to be found at home. He did not, however, refuse to be found at the front gates of the Institute. Which was definitely where she least suspected him to be 'hiding'.
He was looking through the gates into the gardens, no doubt aware of the eyes on him from cameras.
"The gardens are nice, but there aren't enough flowers…" he turned to face her, obviously noting the confusion she was trying valiantly to hide. "But I suppose they might get ruined…"
"Why did you come here?"
"I thought you could read minds… I expected you to read mine and know I was coming here…"
"How did you-"
"I know an awful lot more about you then you'd think, Jean Gray. You, and your friends."
She remained silent.
He sighed, looking through the gates once more, saddened.
It was almost like the day they met. She felt confused, and he seemed like a mystery.
He faced her once again, still sad, a melancholy mystery.
"I need your help."
"What?"
The setting sun highlighted shadows on the boys face.
"Time is growing short. I need your help."
"I don't understand…"
"Have you ever heard of the Five?"
"What do you-"
"I'm the Fourth Child. I need your help – I need your protection. Please."
"I still don't see what you mean…" she could see the desperate pleading in his eyes. She wasn't sure what to do… he knew about the Institute, he knew about her friends, he knew about her. And she still didn't know anything about him. But she could tell… he really did need the help. And there was nothing she could do but help him.
-scene end-
I know it's short, and I know it took a long time, but just wait. I know the end of the story at the moment n.n not that it's very useful. MUCH APOLOGIES! If you live in England and have done your GCSE exams at Stantonbury Campus you'll understand that I have had a lot on my mind. Of course that isn't a very good excuse, but I'm in year 11. I want to get into 6th form. I have to do good.