A/N: Okay. i've been looking back over this fic and found that the grammar
and layout of this chapter was really really bad. so I kinda edited it a
bit. hope it's a bit easier to read now :O)
Forgotten but Never Forgiven
Chapter Four
It was nearly dawn by the time Zack reached Boston. Here he had what some people would have called a "home" but what merely was to him a place he kept a spare change of clothes and his Triptophan and was a place he could rest and cool his heels, before heading out on his next round of visits. Now, standing and looking up toward the apartment window that he knew was the one he owned, he sighed. This was the place he used to go to when things got hard. When all he would wish for was to be alone, (which wasn't every often seeing as he had a job to do and doing that job and keeping his siblings safe and out of trouble meant more to him that any pointless feelings he had) but just these sometimes he would grace the apartment with his presence, showing up in the dead of the night and collapsing on the double bed, exhausted from his efforts, or wounded and bleeding from his latest bouts of fleeing from Lydecker, where he would rest for the day or two he allowed himself .
And sure, the others knew about this place. There was never any chance that Zack could ever not be reached by some wayward sibling. Some had even stayed there when invited, for their own various reasons, but as time went on and it seemed Zack had no intention of giving up the place, they had begun to see it as Zacks home, even though he denied being tied down to one place time and time again, he just was never able to leave and move on.
Gravel crunched under his feet as he easily sprang from ground level to the fourth floor high drainpipe to which he remained clinging to, scaling it straight up to his tenth floor apartment window. Placing both hands on the sill and slowly and soundlessly pushing the window upwards, Zack, from his vantage point on the side of the building was surprised to find the window unlocked as he had left it and the apartment seemingly empty and uninhabited. A musty, stuffy smell reached his sensitive nose as he dropped softly from the sill to the floorboards, every one of his senses on high alert and his body ready to spring into action at a moments notice.
Running a focused eye over everything in sight Zack was pleased to find nothing had been disturbed and not letting himself relax he forced himself to focus on making his way across the room when he picked up the sound of someone stumbling loudly towards his door from out in the hallway. Quickly making himself invisible in the shadows of the large lounge room Zack watched as the handle to the front door slowly turned and then watched it stop, the next minute watching the entire door being kicked in by the intruder upon finding it locked. Not fazed, though every muscle prepared for anything, Zack remained where he was, watching the shadow of the intruder grow larger against the floorboards till he was just about insight.
Kind of half collapsing against the splintered doorframe, a baseball cap obscuring his face and his identity, he faintly heard the intruder mumble a "sorry Zack" before turning away and dragging his seemingly uncooperative body towards the kitchen away from where Zack was hidden, leaving once again alone in the room.
'Okay' Zack thought, raising his eyebrow in a 'what the hell' gesture. If this was some sort of attack and the person that had stumbled through the door really was part of a team sent by manticore to recapture him, then this had to be the stupidest attack strategy he had ever witnessed. Shaking his head Zack began moving quietly in the direction the intruder had gone, now hearing the crashing of his frantic rummaging in the kitchen. Taken back, and less than sure about what was going to happen Zack crept towards the kitchen entrance. Whoever this guy was, he decided he needed to take the offensive and get him outta there so he could get on with things.
Gliding quickly and quietly to the doorway Zack could now see the back of the intruder as he was turned in the process of emptying everything from a shelf onto the floor and who still showed no signs, apart from apologizing for kicking Zacks door down, that he even knew he was there.
'The man looks pretty sick' Zack mused, watching the way the mans whole body seemed to be shaking, and who was obviously having a tough time keeping himself upright while foraging through the kitchen draws. "Or. maybe just drunk' he figured, deciding either way it was about time to find out who the guy was and why he knew about him. Stepping in through the doorway, Zacks carefully placed foot pushed down on the floorboard, making a barely audible creaking sound which the intruder caught and, whipping himself around so quickly that if Zack hadn't been a genetically enhanced super soldier he would have missed the action entirely he flung his muddy boot up, barely missing contact with Zacks face as both men froze, Zacks mind breifley flicking back to the last time he had been staring a boot in the face and he mentally rolled his eyes as recognition now dawned on each mans face, both realizing exactly who the other was.
"Krit?"
"Zack" Krit exclaimed, the confusion on his face contorting to pain as he doubled over infront of Zack, who remained frozen as his younger brother, overcome by seizures, collapsed in convulsions on the floor.
Forgotten but Never Forgiven
Chapter Four
It was nearly dawn by the time Zack reached Boston. Here he had what some people would have called a "home" but what merely was to him a place he kept a spare change of clothes and his Triptophan and was a place he could rest and cool his heels, before heading out on his next round of visits. Now, standing and looking up toward the apartment window that he knew was the one he owned, he sighed. This was the place he used to go to when things got hard. When all he would wish for was to be alone, (which wasn't every often seeing as he had a job to do and doing that job and keeping his siblings safe and out of trouble meant more to him that any pointless feelings he had) but just these sometimes he would grace the apartment with his presence, showing up in the dead of the night and collapsing on the double bed, exhausted from his efforts, or wounded and bleeding from his latest bouts of fleeing from Lydecker, where he would rest for the day or two he allowed himself .
And sure, the others knew about this place. There was never any chance that Zack could ever not be reached by some wayward sibling. Some had even stayed there when invited, for their own various reasons, but as time went on and it seemed Zack had no intention of giving up the place, they had begun to see it as Zacks home, even though he denied being tied down to one place time and time again, he just was never able to leave and move on.
Gravel crunched under his feet as he easily sprang from ground level to the fourth floor high drainpipe to which he remained clinging to, scaling it straight up to his tenth floor apartment window. Placing both hands on the sill and slowly and soundlessly pushing the window upwards, Zack, from his vantage point on the side of the building was surprised to find the window unlocked as he had left it and the apartment seemingly empty and uninhabited. A musty, stuffy smell reached his sensitive nose as he dropped softly from the sill to the floorboards, every one of his senses on high alert and his body ready to spring into action at a moments notice.
Running a focused eye over everything in sight Zack was pleased to find nothing had been disturbed and not letting himself relax he forced himself to focus on making his way across the room when he picked up the sound of someone stumbling loudly towards his door from out in the hallway. Quickly making himself invisible in the shadows of the large lounge room Zack watched as the handle to the front door slowly turned and then watched it stop, the next minute watching the entire door being kicked in by the intruder upon finding it locked. Not fazed, though every muscle prepared for anything, Zack remained where he was, watching the shadow of the intruder grow larger against the floorboards till he was just about insight.
Kind of half collapsing against the splintered doorframe, a baseball cap obscuring his face and his identity, he faintly heard the intruder mumble a "sorry Zack" before turning away and dragging his seemingly uncooperative body towards the kitchen away from where Zack was hidden, leaving once again alone in the room.
'Okay' Zack thought, raising his eyebrow in a 'what the hell' gesture. If this was some sort of attack and the person that had stumbled through the door really was part of a team sent by manticore to recapture him, then this had to be the stupidest attack strategy he had ever witnessed. Shaking his head Zack began moving quietly in the direction the intruder had gone, now hearing the crashing of his frantic rummaging in the kitchen. Taken back, and less than sure about what was going to happen Zack crept towards the kitchen entrance. Whoever this guy was, he decided he needed to take the offensive and get him outta there so he could get on with things.
Gliding quickly and quietly to the doorway Zack could now see the back of the intruder as he was turned in the process of emptying everything from a shelf onto the floor and who still showed no signs, apart from apologizing for kicking Zacks door down, that he even knew he was there.
'The man looks pretty sick' Zack mused, watching the way the mans whole body seemed to be shaking, and who was obviously having a tough time keeping himself upright while foraging through the kitchen draws. "Or. maybe just drunk' he figured, deciding either way it was about time to find out who the guy was and why he knew about him. Stepping in through the doorway, Zacks carefully placed foot pushed down on the floorboard, making a barely audible creaking sound which the intruder caught and, whipping himself around so quickly that if Zack hadn't been a genetically enhanced super soldier he would have missed the action entirely he flung his muddy boot up, barely missing contact with Zacks face as both men froze, Zacks mind breifley flicking back to the last time he had been staring a boot in the face and he mentally rolled his eyes as recognition now dawned on each mans face, both realizing exactly who the other was.
"Krit?"
"Zack" Krit exclaimed, the confusion on his face contorting to pain as he doubled over infront of Zack, who remained frozen as his younger brother, overcome by seizures, collapsed in convulsions on the floor.