Authors Note: Sorry! I meant 006 and 005, whom I will call 'The Iron Man', in this chapter. Again, sorry for this mistake. :)
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Title: Who am I?
Chapter: 7 – Loss
They had not reached the men in time. Chang and The Iron Man stood in disbelief as their fear stricken eyes followed the bullet's target. Joe could only watch helplessly as Francoise ran in front of him. He had almost reached her to push her away, but she clung to him. The bullet pierced through her flesh. Francoise felt an excruciating pain in her chest, but as she saw Joe a wave of relief passed through her despite her pain. He was safe. Unfortunately, she was not.
The Iron Man took hold on Joe's shoulder and shook him violently, his vision was blurred with tears but he could see Francoise's body in his arms; blood searing through his fingers.
"Come on, we have to get to a hospital. Iron Man will hold of these men long enough for us to make our escape. Come on, he shook Joe once more, "do you want her to die?" Chang said harshly to Joe.
Joe quickly regained his senses and picked up Francoise's body. Chang leading, he carried her as he ran and could not bear to look at her face. He followed Chang through a mass of corridors and doors. The floors seem mazelike. He didn't care. He could only whisper to the almost lifeless body in his arm. Francoise could not die. He wouldn't be able to bear that loss.
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"How strange, that they aren't back I mean."
Cynthia stated looking solemnly at Joe's mother whose brow was furrowed.
"Yes, I am beginning to be very worried for those two. I told Joe it wasn't safe to go out without any body guards. That boy was too stubborn to listen to me. One of these days, he'll be the cause of my demise, I swear."
Joe's mother slouched into one of the chairs and sighed.
"That girl worries me too; she doesn't sleep well at night. She's very restless in her sleep. Murmurs things."
Cynthia was a well mannered girl but curiosity won over her teachings.
"If you don't mind, could you tell me--what is it exactly that she murmurs about?"
"Oh, silly things. She often says Joe's name. At other times she mentions words like, Scarl and father. Albeit weird, if you ask me."
Scarl? How would Francoise know Scarl? I think that's the man daddy works for. That thing he is working on, he said that it was extremely valuable to Scarl. It was some information that he was gathering about some orphan girl. Wait, this is too plain. How could I have not seen it before? Francoise!
"We have to go find them now! Mrs. Tyler---" Cynthia began.
"Oh, please, call me Margaret." Mrs. Tyler interrupted.
"No, you have to listen to me--" Cynthia insisted.
"Dear, lets sit down. You seem so flustered."
Why can't she just listen?
"We've got to find Francoise and Joe now."
Mrs. Tyler did not dare to flare up Cynthia's temper more then it had been already.
"All right dear, can't see what's troubling you though..."
Cynthia could not make herself sit still.
I met Scarl once; he told my father that he was after an orphaned girl. He wanted to conduct an experiment on her. Oh, this would explain the memory loss that Mrs. Tyler's been telling me about that Joe had informed her of. Scarl would do anything to get what he wants. I hope their both all right. Their in terrible danger.
She could not have been anymore right.
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Francoise could no longer feel the pain. She swam through unconsciousness. Thoughts coursed through her mind. Questions that had been unanswered, questions that she longed to ask. Answers that she had found out but wished would go away.
Joe is safe, I am glad of that. Death won't be much of a change, not from all the solitude I went through. I was just a burden to Joe, to his mother. They'll be fine without me. I just wish I could thank Chang and the guard for helping us. I hope they made it all right. Goodbye Joe, don't forget me.
And then, she was no more.
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Authors Note: Well, as I write this I am being chased by an angry mob of fans. It's not my fault really; I mean, a lot of authors have characters die in their stories. She had to die, that's how the story was planned. I'm sorry to say that the next chapter is the last. Got to run, the fans just picked up torches. Bye!
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Title: Who am I?
Chapter: 7 – Loss
They had not reached the men in time. Chang and The Iron Man stood in disbelief as their fear stricken eyes followed the bullet's target. Joe could only watch helplessly as Francoise ran in front of him. He had almost reached her to push her away, but she clung to him. The bullet pierced through her flesh. Francoise felt an excruciating pain in her chest, but as she saw Joe a wave of relief passed through her despite her pain. He was safe. Unfortunately, she was not.
The Iron Man took hold on Joe's shoulder and shook him violently, his vision was blurred with tears but he could see Francoise's body in his arms; blood searing through his fingers.
"Come on, we have to get to a hospital. Iron Man will hold of these men long enough for us to make our escape. Come on, he shook Joe once more, "do you want her to die?" Chang said harshly to Joe.
Joe quickly regained his senses and picked up Francoise's body. Chang leading, he carried her as he ran and could not bear to look at her face. He followed Chang through a mass of corridors and doors. The floors seem mazelike. He didn't care. He could only whisper to the almost lifeless body in his arm. Francoise could not die. He wouldn't be able to bear that loss.
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"How strange, that they aren't back I mean."
Cynthia stated looking solemnly at Joe's mother whose brow was furrowed.
"Yes, I am beginning to be very worried for those two. I told Joe it wasn't safe to go out without any body guards. That boy was too stubborn to listen to me. One of these days, he'll be the cause of my demise, I swear."
Joe's mother slouched into one of the chairs and sighed.
"That girl worries me too; she doesn't sleep well at night. She's very restless in her sleep. Murmurs things."
Cynthia was a well mannered girl but curiosity won over her teachings.
"If you don't mind, could you tell me--what is it exactly that she murmurs about?"
"Oh, silly things. She often says Joe's name. At other times she mentions words like, Scarl and father. Albeit weird, if you ask me."
Scarl? How would Francoise know Scarl? I think that's the man daddy works for. That thing he is working on, he said that it was extremely valuable to Scarl. It was some information that he was gathering about some orphan girl. Wait, this is too plain. How could I have not seen it before? Francoise!
"We have to go find them now! Mrs. Tyler---" Cynthia began.
"Oh, please, call me Margaret." Mrs. Tyler interrupted.
"No, you have to listen to me--" Cynthia insisted.
"Dear, lets sit down. You seem so flustered."
Why can't she just listen?
"We've got to find Francoise and Joe now."
Mrs. Tyler did not dare to flare up Cynthia's temper more then it had been already.
"All right dear, can't see what's troubling you though..."
Cynthia could not make herself sit still.
I met Scarl once; he told my father that he was after an orphaned girl. He wanted to conduct an experiment on her. Oh, this would explain the memory loss that Mrs. Tyler's been telling me about that Joe had informed her of. Scarl would do anything to get what he wants. I hope their both all right. Their in terrible danger.
She could not have been anymore right.
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Francoise could no longer feel the pain. She swam through unconsciousness. Thoughts coursed through her mind. Questions that had been unanswered, questions that she longed to ask. Answers that she had found out but wished would go away.
Joe is safe, I am glad of that. Death won't be much of a change, not from all the solitude I went through. I was just a burden to Joe, to his mother. They'll be fine without me. I just wish I could thank Chang and the guard for helping us. I hope they made it all right. Goodbye Joe, don't forget me.
And then, she was no more.
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Authors Note: Well, as I write this I am being chased by an angry mob of fans. It's not my fault really; I mean, a lot of authors have characters die in their stories. She had to die, that's how the story was planned. I'm sorry to say that the next chapter is the last. Got to run, the fans just picked up torches. Bye!