12
Behind the door, Relena cried hysterically. The servants were all gone on vacation and the Marquis wasn't due home for several hours. She cried harder.
"Why?" she screamed at nobody, "why does it have to be like this?"
Heero crushed the steering wheel between his fingers trying to get to Vincent's. His hands were red from squeezing so hard and his knuckles were bright white. His legs were cramped from pushing the pedals and his heart ached from Relena's spitting out such harsh words. All because she loved a guy that obviously didn't love her back. Not Heero, Heero loved her back. Vincent. Heero kept visualizing the girl, the room, and Vincent. Son of a bitch, Heero thought, bastard. How dare he do this to Relena. Why is he doing this? Why does he want me to kill him? Heero, blinded by rage, almost passed Vincent's house. The speeding car halted. Heero was heaved through the windshield, rolled off the hood, and hit the ground, something that could have killed a normal person. But he jumped right up, brushed off the glass, and ran to the front door. He pounded as hard as he could on the expensive frame. Vincent opened the door.
"You?" he said, looking at Heero like he was a rat. Heero jumped at his throat. Vincent dodged, and he hit the floor. Vincent threw his foot at Heero, who rolled out of the way and jumped up, whipping out a gun and pulling the trigger. He missed by an inch. Vincent whipped his .45 calibers out and got a direct hit on Heero's right arm. Heero didn't cry out, just dropped his gun and clutched his arm.
"Again?" Vincent asked angrily, shooting Heero in his side. Heero keeled over, not in pain, but annoyance of defeat.
"Now get off my property. I don't care who the hell you think you are or what the hell you saw but you better not tell Relena a damn thing. Or I could kill you and save myself a lot of worry." Vincent aimed the gun at Heero. He pulled the hammer back. He pulled the trigger slowly back until there was a POP!
"Vincie!" a voice called. The POP! Had been a door slam. The woman from last night appeared at Vincent's side. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands when she saw Heero, small puddles of blood growing underneath him.
"Intruder," Vincent lied, "Shot himself right in front of me. Poor soul." Heero jumped up, breathing hard. He looked at Vincent evilly. He looked at the woman.
"You're both going to hell with gasoline drawls on." He huffed, and limped out of the still-open door.