My Last Breath
Prologue: Hold Onto Me Love
By Princess of the Monkeys
~*~
She stood on the balcony, watching the rain. It was beautiful the way it had been drizzling down the window; she had to go see it and feel it, so she did. Lighting flashed though the sky. The sky darkened, and the lights in the city shimmered like little fireflies from a place she remembered long ago.
She could see the people running around down on the street, newspapers over their heads, or umbrellas, some were running to the nearest shop, or calling a cab. She saw one couple though, who were laughing and shouting, and swinging their things around as they jumped through puddles, getting their shoes wet, and socks soupy.
She sighed, and pulled her long black jacket closer around her. How she wished she was down there with the others. How she wished she was a normal teenager, with a boyfriend maybe, and close friends who knew all her deep dark secrets, who she could tell everything to.
But she wasn't normal. In fact she was far from normal. She looked over to see if her newest partner had arrived, her last partner was in the hospital wing at the building, injured and near death. It was the third one in the past year, the other two died in sick bay. She had learned not to get attached long ago, or at least she knew she shouldn't get attached.
Noticing he wasn't there, she continued looking down. The couple had disappeared, and so had everyone else, except the cars and their passengers who were now stuck in a traffic jam.
She smiled slightly to herself, that's the way it always was in LA, or so she heard. When rain comes everyone forgets how to drive, they speed, they crash, they fly off the road.
When she decided she had waited long enough, she began to walk inside. It was getting chilly, and she didn't want to catch a cold. She walked around, acting as if she worked in the tall circular mall, which was now closing.
A man walked past her, carrying a key chain, swinging it around as he whistled a happy tune. He caught sight of her, and continued walking by.
She walked to the bridge, leading to other buildings in the area. She stopped, and began waiting there. She saw now a car had crashed not too far away. The man in the car flown through his windshield, and died.
"Death." said a voice behind her. She turned to see it was the man with the key chain from before.
"The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch." She started, waiting for him to finish.
"Which hurts but is desired." He said, his voice was now in a whisper. "The most beautiful experience we can have is mysterious."
".The fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science." She smiled at him, "A place to stay for the night, would be wonderful."
He nodded, and handed her a sheet of paper. "Good idea, with all this rain."
He looked over the edge of the bridge, then walked away. She smiled to herself as he left, then frowned. 'No getting attached.'
~*~
'I heard she's killed three of her partners in the past year.' He wrote in a text message on his phone, connected straight to the office.
'She didn't kill them.' Someone wrote back. 'Maybe you could say they fell under her spell.'
'Spell?' He wrote, the taxi brought him to a corner and he got out, and paid.
'She's had many partner's in the past. most are either in some sort of rehab, or in a asylum, or dead.' the other wrote. 'She pretty, and that causes some work problems, but she's the best we've got in her area, and you're the best we've got in you're area.'
He nodded, as he read this and said to himself. "She is pretty." He blushed; he couldn't remember the last time that he had said so openly something like that.
'I see. I'll tell her what you said. And I'll give her the computer. Bye.'
~*~
She got into the car, a few blocks away from the mall. In the car was her old partner, he was one of the only one's who got out of rehab as of late. He smiled at her, "Long time no see, eh?"
She smiled. "We're not partners, Trunks-san, no need to be over friendly. Take me to. California Street."
He sighed, nodded, and began driving. "So."
"Please," she said quickly. "I have to make a call."
"Oh," he said with a nod.
"This is Pink Raven, Orange Crow can you get me Blue Star. thanks." She said, and sighed as she was put on hold. "Yes, he's picked me up. Dropping me off on California." She paused. "Ok, he's there already. Ok." She paused again, her face tightened. "I am not going to do anything!" She shouted.
In the front, Trunks winced. 'Same ChibiUsa.'
She folded the headphones up, and shoved them into her jacket pocket. He looked over at her. "Something. wrong?"
She sighed. "Kind of, but it doesn't matter."
'No matter what,' she told herself. 'This guy isn't going to die.'
He nodded, "Alright," he pulled over to the curb. "Here's your stop, I'll see you around." She opened the door rain came pouring in. She shut it quickly.
"Do you have an umbrella? I don't want to get too wet." She said as he began to dig under his chair.
He handed her a black umbrella, "Here."
"See you tomorrow, Trunks-sama." She opened the door, and ran out, opening the umbrella as she ran across the street, with its overflowing gutters and sewage drains.
He sighed to himself. "It just isn't fair." He picked up his phone, and clicked the # button on it. "Blue Star, it's Gray Rat, Pink Raven's been dropped off." He hung up quickly, and drove off.
~*~
He sat on the bed in the small bedroom of the apartment, looking over files on his computer that had been sent to him through the system he worked for, when he heard the door slam shut. He pulled the small dagger he kept in his sock up slightly, then watched as the young woman walked in, wringing out her hair.
"Do you have a towel?" She asked, smiling.
He nodded, and ran to get her one. He brought her back one, and handed it to her, then helped her put her suitcase away and her umbrella, then helped her out of her jacket.
She wore a simple outfit, a white turtleneck, the neck was loose, and a pair of blue jeans, a red scarf was tied about her neck in a neat fashion statement. Her hair had been in a neat little braid, but had become sloppy when she had been running though the rain. She smiled and took out her braid. The first thing he thought to himself was how long her hair really was, her braid had been to about her shoulder blades but was now a bit shorter than her waist. She went through her bag and pulled out a brush, and walked into the bathroom to brush her hair.
He smiled to himself, maybe this trip Blue Star sent him on wouldn't be that bad.
~*~
End Prologue: Hold Onto Me Love
Prologue: Hold Onto Me Love
By Princess of the Monkeys
~*~
She stood on the balcony, watching the rain. It was beautiful the way it had been drizzling down the window; she had to go see it and feel it, so she did. Lighting flashed though the sky. The sky darkened, and the lights in the city shimmered like little fireflies from a place she remembered long ago.
She could see the people running around down on the street, newspapers over their heads, or umbrellas, some were running to the nearest shop, or calling a cab. She saw one couple though, who were laughing and shouting, and swinging their things around as they jumped through puddles, getting their shoes wet, and socks soupy.
She sighed, and pulled her long black jacket closer around her. How she wished she was down there with the others. How she wished she was a normal teenager, with a boyfriend maybe, and close friends who knew all her deep dark secrets, who she could tell everything to.
But she wasn't normal. In fact she was far from normal. She looked over to see if her newest partner had arrived, her last partner was in the hospital wing at the building, injured and near death. It was the third one in the past year, the other two died in sick bay. She had learned not to get attached long ago, or at least she knew she shouldn't get attached.
Noticing he wasn't there, she continued looking down. The couple had disappeared, and so had everyone else, except the cars and their passengers who were now stuck in a traffic jam.
She smiled slightly to herself, that's the way it always was in LA, or so she heard. When rain comes everyone forgets how to drive, they speed, they crash, they fly off the road.
When she decided she had waited long enough, she began to walk inside. It was getting chilly, and she didn't want to catch a cold. She walked around, acting as if she worked in the tall circular mall, which was now closing.
A man walked past her, carrying a key chain, swinging it around as he whistled a happy tune. He caught sight of her, and continued walking by.
She walked to the bridge, leading to other buildings in the area. She stopped, and began waiting there. She saw now a car had crashed not too far away. The man in the car flown through his windshield, and died.
"Death." said a voice behind her. She turned to see it was the man with the key chain from before.
"The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch." She started, waiting for him to finish.
"Which hurts but is desired." He said, his voice was now in a whisper. "The most beautiful experience we can have is mysterious."
".The fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science." She smiled at him, "A place to stay for the night, would be wonderful."
He nodded, and handed her a sheet of paper. "Good idea, with all this rain."
He looked over the edge of the bridge, then walked away. She smiled to herself as he left, then frowned. 'No getting attached.'
~*~
'I heard she's killed three of her partners in the past year.' He wrote in a text message on his phone, connected straight to the office.
'She didn't kill them.' Someone wrote back. 'Maybe you could say they fell under her spell.'
'Spell?' He wrote, the taxi brought him to a corner and he got out, and paid.
'She's had many partner's in the past. most are either in some sort of rehab, or in a asylum, or dead.' the other wrote. 'She pretty, and that causes some work problems, but she's the best we've got in her area, and you're the best we've got in you're area.'
He nodded, as he read this and said to himself. "She is pretty." He blushed; he couldn't remember the last time that he had said so openly something like that.
'I see. I'll tell her what you said. And I'll give her the computer. Bye.'
~*~
She got into the car, a few blocks away from the mall. In the car was her old partner, he was one of the only one's who got out of rehab as of late. He smiled at her, "Long time no see, eh?"
She smiled. "We're not partners, Trunks-san, no need to be over friendly. Take me to. California Street."
He sighed, nodded, and began driving. "So."
"Please," she said quickly. "I have to make a call."
"Oh," he said with a nod.
"This is Pink Raven, Orange Crow can you get me Blue Star. thanks." She said, and sighed as she was put on hold. "Yes, he's picked me up. Dropping me off on California." She paused. "Ok, he's there already. Ok." She paused again, her face tightened. "I am not going to do anything!" She shouted.
In the front, Trunks winced. 'Same ChibiUsa.'
She folded the headphones up, and shoved them into her jacket pocket. He looked over at her. "Something. wrong?"
She sighed. "Kind of, but it doesn't matter."
'No matter what,' she told herself. 'This guy isn't going to die.'
He nodded, "Alright," he pulled over to the curb. "Here's your stop, I'll see you around." She opened the door rain came pouring in. She shut it quickly.
"Do you have an umbrella? I don't want to get too wet." She said as he began to dig under his chair.
He handed her a black umbrella, "Here."
"See you tomorrow, Trunks-sama." She opened the door, and ran out, opening the umbrella as she ran across the street, with its overflowing gutters and sewage drains.
He sighed to himself. "It just isn't fair." He picked up his phone, and clicked the # button on it. "Blue Star, it's Gray Rat, Pink Raven's been dropped off." He hung up quickly, and drove off.
~*~
He sat on the bed in the small bedroom of the apartment, looking over files on his computer that had been sent to him through the system he worked for, when he heard the door slam shut. He pulled the small dagger he kept in his sock up slightly, then watched as the young woman walked in, wringing out her hair.
"Do you have a towel?" She asked, smiling.
He nodded, and ran to get her one. He brought her back one, and handed it to her, then helped her put her suitcase away and her umbrella, then helped her out of her jacket.
She wore a simple outfit, a white turtleneck, the neck was loose, and a pair of blue jeans, a red scarf was tied about her neck in a neat fashion statement. Her hair had been in a neat little braid, but had become sloppy when she had been running though the rain. She smiled and took out her braid. The first thing he thought to himself was how long her hair really was, her braid had been to about her shoulder blades but was now a bit shorter than her waist. She went through her bag and pulled out a brush, and walked into the bathroom to brush her hair.
He smiled to himself, maybe this trip Blue Star sent him on wouldn't be that bad.
~*~
End Prologue: Hold Onto Me Love