Walking In Deaths Footsteps 3 by Bubbles
Duo tried to get as close to the fire as possible, but hard to park more than a block away, as the police had set up roadblocks. Police were monitoring these areas to make sure the fire didn't jump to other building, and also to keep people away from danger. However, despite the valiant efforts of the firefighters, the fire was out of control, the flames shooting up into the air.
Duo jumped out of his car without even shutting the door. He ran toward the inferno, screaming his girlfriends' name.
"Hilde!!! HILDE!"
An officer caught him by the upper arm and held him back.
"I'm sorry sir! But you can't go any further. The heat is…"
But Duo wasn't listening; all he heard was the hiss of flame and fire as his house, and his fiancé, burned. He lashed out violently with his arms and legs, trying to batter the police officer into letting him go.
"Steady on there sir! Calm down!"
"Fuck you asshole! Let me go! Hilde's in there! Hilde!!!"
A large adult came forward to help the poor Officer. He used his strong arms to pin Duo's arms to his sides and apologized to the Policeman.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm his good neighbour. I'll take care of him."
The officer wasn't suspicious in the least, only glad that the troublesome man-boy really- was out of his hair. He suggested that the braided person might need some counselling and saw the other person nod his thanks. Turning around, the officer gingerly touched his swelling cheek, where Duo had struck him.
Lifting Duo bodily, the strange man pushed him in to his car. Mr. Maxwell was starting to feel the effects of the drugs that his new friend had secretly slipped in to his body right under the cops' nose. The man brushed a long strand of his blonde hair away from his blue eyes as he regarded the still form of Duo. He studied the tear-stained face, the clenched fists with crescent moons marked into the palm from the nails. As the car started and drove off, Duo whimpered.
~*~
"Raise you up by five"
A chip hit the big pile in the middle of the table with a small ping. The sound was muffled by the thick layer of tobacco smoke that wafted up toward the ceiling fan in swirls.
"Fold"
A set of cards hit the table. A murmur of conversation followed. Several hands went by. The smoke drifted toward the fan. The man who had folded now stood to go to the bathroom. He moved down the hall and was opening the door when a shadow detached itself from the wall and moved into the half light.
Heero Yuy kept his hand on the door handle, and without turning around, said loudly.
"5 Minutes"
The shadow melted back into the gloom. Heero finished his business in the bathroom, and went back to the lounge.
"Everyone out"
His partner, Wufei, looked up, met Heero's eyes, then jerked a thumb over his shoulder. The men took their chips and left quickly, nervously rolling their cigars in their mouths. Heero watched them go with Prussian eyes that were cold.
He sat down in one of the vacant chairs and gathered up the hastily discarded cards. Wufei watched him deal a hand of solitaire. The Chinese man leaned back in his chair, put his hands behind his head, and placed his expensive, imported leather shoes on the table. Heero's eyes flickered around the room as he waited.
Presently, a shape materialized out of the gloom and sat down in a chair. Wufei Chang hid his fear of Trowa Barton well. But the assassin could smell it anyway.
"What brings you here, friend Trowa?"
Heero asked, laying down an ace. The man in the Navy seaman's jacket shrugged. Wufei made the mistake of meeting Trowa's eyes. The terrorist had "adder eyes." Things that could trap your mind and soul in a never ending circle. Wufei felt himself ensnared, staring in to eternal bliss, and ultimate damnation. With a tremendous effort that few could have mustered, he pulled his gaze away. Wufei sucked in a great breath, now aware that while under the assassins look, he hadn't taken air.
Heero looked up in surprise at Wufei. His friend was pale; deathly pale, sweating, and breathing hard. Trowa didn't react.
//Don't look into his eyes you fool! People have died from doing that! //
"Do you have a target for me?"
The voice was soft, oblivious, deadly. Deaths voice.
Heero laid down the queen of spades and explained the next mission. Trowa nodded, stood, and left. Wufei went to the bathroom and threw up.