Never Stop:
By: Vanacorien
All warnings posted on previous chapters.
AN: Wow, I said it was ready, and it is. That's gotta be some kind of record for me huh? Anyway here is the conclusion to the cliffhanger that I left last time. R&R and please enjoy!
Chapter 5 of Never Stop:
Succumbing to Despair
More than one panicked scream was heard above the cracking sound of the shot. The agonized scream of the wounded was not something that anyone had contemplated though. As the gun skittered away from Jason's hand. The madman fell backwards on the stairs, his broken wrist clutched tightly to his body as he looked up in seething agony. Trowa stood over him, fists slightly raised despite the relaxed air he assumed. His one visible eye was glowing in fierce anger, and for the briefest of seconds Jason felt a cold finger of fear stab into his heart, as tears of pain rolled down his face. The loss of his adrenaline fueled rage had began to take it's toll, and Jason wanted to curl up on himself as the pain of his snapped bone made it's self heard loud and clear. To his right Quatre made a soft keening sound as he curled up in a fetal position on the floor shaking. Trowa took his eyes off Jason as soon as Treize moved past him, yanking the injured man to his feet despite his protests. "I don't give a damn what he did to you, where is Wufei?!" "Here!" Came the slightly pained call and Treize wasted no time in starting up the stairs, throwing Jason down behind him. "Wufei!"
Trowa kneeled gently next to Quatre as the blonde pulled his knees up to his chest wrapping his arms around them then burying his head in them. He was still making that small lost kenning sound and Trowa's heart ached, flashes of what Quatre had first looked like and how he had first acted when Trowa had met him came flooding back. He turned angry eyes on the man who was slowly scrambling to his feet with out the use of his right hand. He stood, eyes cold and filled with intent as he walked calmly toward the now still man, the sound of his heels clicking with every step he took. "Where do you think you going?" He asked coldly stepping up so that he stood above Jason.
His fists flexed and clenched with the need to hit the man. To repay him the damage he did Quatre, to make him suffer as his friend was suffering. "Well? You aren't going to answer me?" He growled, grasping the back of Jason's jacket he jerked hard, gaining the satisfaction of hearing the man gulp oddly as the collar choked him slightly.
He hadn't noticed that Quatre had stopped keening, hadn't notice the young man look up, while new tears burned their way down his already hot skin. Trowa yanked Jason up against the banister, causing the wrought iron to creak, and the man clutching his injured limb to whimper slightly. "Enough of your whining, I don't want to hear another sound from you. Your disgusting sadism was disgraceful enough." Jason's face twisted back into its hard mask of anger. "Shut your mouth you damn spic!"
Trowa's palm cracked hard against Jason's face. His eyes were cold, like dark and searing jade cutting through Jason's harsh words. "And I've had more than enough from you." His pain temporarily forgotten Jason lashed out with his right fist intending to send Trowa reeling backwards. Trowa easily side stepped his fist, and drove his own straight into Jason's unguarded stomach. The man fell to is knees instinctively catching himself on both hands only to scream in pain as he rolled off of his broken limb.
"Trowa!" He was stopped from his fast turn by the soft bundle pressed hard into his back. Slim arms wound tightly around his waist and Quatre pressed his face into Trowa's back muffling his words. "Please stop! No more, I don't want to see any more! Please!" Anger boiled in Trowa, he turned in Quatre's arms and grasped the young man by his shoulders. "Quatre why? After all he's done-!" Trowa broke off motioning at the now unconscious man at their feet.
"I know what he's done to me!" Trowa look down at the top of Quatre's head, his eyes a little wide as the young man before him shuddered and sobbed. "I . . . I know what he's done. I know what he should get and I know, I know that you would be only too happy to do it." Trowa stood still, processing what Quatre had just said. "Then Why . . ." Quatre's arms tightened around the brunette cutting of the rest of whatever he might have been about to say. Quatre raised his head. And his swimming aqua eyes hardened slightly in resolve. "Because, I just want this to end. I want it to be over with." Trowa opened his mouth to speak when a cough was heard from the top of the stairs.
Both turned eyes onto the two figures standing there. Wufei was leaning into Treize, his bottom lip was split and a dark bruise shadowed his left cheek. He didn't even look to be the slightest bit frazzled. But his eyes shined as they settled on Quatre and the upset tone in his voice was a loud and clear call. "It is over Quatre. Mrs. Harris from B 22 has called the police. They'll be here shortly." Quatre nodded slightly then looked down to his feet. He seemed to be worrying hard over something. Then he lifted his head and his eyes were shining with tears. "But I didn't want to involve the police in this."
"You won't have too." Treize walked slowly down the stairs his arm wrapped tightly around Wufei. When he reached the landing he gave Quatre a small smile. "Mrs. Harris called because as she was heading out when she saw Jason attack Wufei. It's his case of assault that she called in about. We kept you out of it." "That doesn't mean he should stay out of it." Treize snapped hard sapphire eyes to Trowa as the younger man looked unblinkingly to him. "Are you suggesting that we go against his wishes and tell the police of his assault on Quatre?"
Trowa looked from Treize's obviously angered face and into Quatre's swimming eyes. He nodded his head slightly. "I think it should have been reported long ago." Treize took a step forward but was pulled back by a slightly smiling Wufei. "Let the man finish Treize." He admonished nodding towards Trowa. Trowa nodded back then looked to Treize, whom had slightly lost some of his steam. "But, I was referring to Wufei's attack, Quatre witnessed it." Trowa looked down, tilting Quatre's chin up gently. "Do you think that you could tell the police what happened tonight? Or would you rather go back to my apartment?"
Instead of answer, Quatre unwrapped himself from Trowa's embrace, slowly relaxing his arms. "Do you have the key to the mail box?" He asked Trowa quietly holding out his hand. Trowa nodded placing the keys gently in the blondes' hand. Quatre turned and tossed the ring to Treize who was staring slightly. He nodded slightly and looked straight at Wufei. "Trowa's apartment is in Manhattan. It's the Wilshire Towers, penthouse 0387. Send the cops there tomorrow and I'll be more than happy to give my statement." Wufei nodded slightly and then smiled. "I suppose I'll see you later then." He said quietly. They all heard the sirens not far off, wailing in the distance a loud and clear warning. Quatre smiled gently at both of his friends and then took Trowa's arm. "Come on then, let's go home." Trowa had never been happier to hear those words.
AN: I am sooo sorry for this chapter. I'm writing it while I'm on vacation and my family is harassing me to spend time with them so I have to stop here. I really am sorry and I hope you don't hate me for this chapter. Oh, I still have that new poll on my bio page if you would be kind enough to participate. Thank you. And see you next chapter.
All warnings posted on previous chapters.
AN: Wow, I said it was ready, and it is. That's gotta be some kind of record for me huh? Anyway here is the conclusion to the cliffhanger that I left last time. R&R and please enjoy!
Chapter 5 of Never Stop:
Succumbing to Despair
More than one panicked scream was heard above the cracking sound of the shot. The agonized scream of the wounded was not something that anyone had contemplated though. As the gun skittered away from Jason's hand. The madman fell backwards on the stairs, his broken wrist clutched tightly to his body as he looked up in seething agony. Trowa stood over him, fists slightly raised despite the relaxed air he assumed. His one visible eye was glowing in fierce anger, and for the briefest of seconds Jason felt a cold finger of fear stab into his heart, as tears of pain rolled down his face. The loss of his adrenaline fueled rage had began to take it's toll, and Jason wanted to curl up on himself as the pain of his snapped bone made it's self heard loud and clear. To his right Quatre made a soft keening sound as he curled up in a fetal position on the floor shaking. Trowa took his eyes off Jason as soon as Treize moved past him, yanking the injured man to his feet despite his protests. "I don't give a damn what he did to you, where is Wufei?!" "Here!" Came the slightly pained call and Treize wasted no time in starting up the stairs, throwing Jason down behind him. "Wufei!"
Trowa kneeled gently next to Quatre as the blonde pulled his knees up to his chest wrapping his arms around them then burying his head in them. He was still making that small lost kenning sound and Trowa's heart ached, flashes of what Quatre had first looked like and how he had first acted when Trowa had met him came flooding back. He turned angry eyes on the man who was slowly scrambling to his feet with out the use of his right hand. He stood, eyes cold and filled with intent as he walked calmly toward the now still man, the sound of his heels clicking with every step he took. "Where do you think you going?" He asked coldly stepping up so that he stood above Jason.
His fists flexed and clenched with the need to hit the man. To repay him the damage he did Quatre, to make him suffer as his friend was suffering. "Well? You aren't going to answer me?" He growled, grasping the back of Jason's jacket he jerked hard, gaining the satisfaction of hearing the man gulp oddly as the collar choked him slightly.
He hadn't noticed that Quatre had stopped keening, hadn't notice the young man look up, while new tears burned their way down his already hot skin. Trowa yanked Jason up against the banister, causing the wrought iron to creak, and the man clutching his injured limb to whimper slightly. "Enough of your whining, I don't want to hear another sound from you. Your disgusting sadism was disgraceful enough." Jason's face twisted back into its hard mask of anger. "Shut your mouth you damn spic!"
Trowa's palm cracked hard against Jason's face. His eyes were cold, like dark and searing jade cutting through Jason's harsh words. "And I've had more than enough from you." His pain temporarily forgotten Jason lashed out with his right fist intending to send Trowa reeling backwards. Trowa easily side stepped his fist, and drove his own straight into Jason's unguarded stomach. The man fell to is knees instinctively catching himself on both hands only to scream in pain as he rolled off of his broken limb.
"Trowa!" He was stopped from his fast turn by the soft bundle pressed hard into his back. Slim arms wound tightly around his waist and Quatre pressed his face into Trowa's back muffling his words. "Please stop! No more, I don't want to see any more! Please!" Anger boiled in Trowa, he turned in Quatre's arms and grasped the young man by his shoulders. "Quatre why? After all he's done-!" Trowa broke off motioning at the now unconscious man at their feet.
"I know what he's done to me!" Trowa look down at the top of Quatre's head, his eyes a little wide as the young man before him shuddered and sobbed. "I . . . I know what he's done. I know what he should get and I know, I know that you would be only too happy to do it." Trowa stood still, processing what Quatre had just said. "Then Why . . ." Quatre's arms tightened around the brunette cutting of the rest of whatever he might have been about to say. Quatre raised his head. And his swimming aqua eyes hardened slightly in resolve. "Because, I just want this to end. I want it to be over with." Trowa opened his mouth to speak when a cough was heard from the top of the stairs.
Both turned eyes onto the two figures standing there. Wufei was leaning into Treize, his bottom lip was split and a dark bruise shadowed his left cheek. He didn't even look to be the slightest bit frazzled. But his eyes shined as they settled on Quatre and the upset tone in his voice was a loud and clear call. "It is over Quatre. Mrs. Harris from B 22 has called the police. They'll be here shortly." Quatre nodded slightly then looked down to his feet. He seemed to be worrying hard over something. Then he lifted his head and his eyes were shining with tears. "But I didn't want to involve the police in this."
"You won't have too." Treize walked slowly down the stairs his arm wrapped tightly around Wufei. When he reached the landing he gave Quatre a small smile. "Mrs. Harris called because as she was heading out when she saw Jason attack Wufei. It's his case of assault that she called in about. We kept you out of it." "That doesn't mean he should stay out of it." Treize snapped hard sapphire eyes to Trowa as the younger man looked unblinkingly to him. "Are you suggesting that we go against his wishes and tell the police of his assault on Quatre?"
Trowa looked from Treize's obviously angered face and into Quatre's swimming eyes. He nodded his head slightly. "I think it should have been reported long ago." Treize took a step forward but was pulled back by a slightly smiling Wufei. "Let the man finish Treize." He admonished nodding towards Trowa. Trowa nodded back then looked to Treize, whom had slightly lost some of his steam. "But, I was referring to Wufei's attack, Quatre witnessed it." Trowa looked down, tilting Quatre's chin up gently. "Do you think that you could tell the police what happened tonight? Or would you rather go back to my apartment?"
Instead of answer, Quatre unwrapped himself from Trowa's embrace, slowly relaxing his arms. "Do you have the key to the mail box?" He asked Trowa quietly holding out his hand. Trowa nodded placing the keys gently in the blondes' hand. Quatre turned and tossed the ring to Treize who was staring slightly. He nodded slightly and looked straight at Wufei. "Trowa's apartment is in Manhattan. It's the Wilshire Towers, penthouse 0387. Send the cops there tomorrow and I'll be more than happy to give my statement." Wufei nodded slightly and then smiled. "I suppose I'll see you later then." He said quietly. They all heard the sirens not far off, wailing in the distance a loud and clear warning. Quatre smiled gently at both of his friends and then took Trowa's arm. "Come on then, let's go home." Trowa had never been happier to hear those words.
AN: I am sooo sorry for this chapter. I'm writing it while I'm on vacation and my family is harassing me to spend time with them so I have to stop here. I really am sorry and I hope you don't hate me for this chapter. Oh, I still have that new poll on my bio page if you would be kind enough to participate. Thank you. And see you next chapter.