AN: Iay oday otnay wnoay tisay….in other words, I do not own it.
Dedicated to Kerian for being able to kick so much incredible ass with words. ^_^
Chapter XXXII: Fallen
The moment I start moving, One notices. He turns and prods Adrian on the back, who also does.
"What are you doing here?" Adrian comments accusingly as soon as I reach them.
"How is your hand, One?"
"My name is Neil, freak," responds my "brother", motioning to the bandage wrapped around it.
"You could just phase."
"Hardly."
Had One been in his right mind, he would have been able to react fast enough to defend the punch I shoot at his face. He doesn't though, and he head snaps to the side as my other hand flies into my pocket and out, emptying the contents of the needle into his shoulder. He fixes me with a death glare before passing straight out.
People turn and look now. There are gasps, and the sudden sound of police sirens.
Adrian turns and starts to run, the crowd moving for him.
Oh no.
Oh no.
He's not going anywhere.
Phasing, I slide into the ground amid gasps of shock. I can see from the floor where Adrian is, and I appear in front of him. I solidify just after he runs straight through me, tripping him up and grabbing his arm. Pulling the boy close to me, I wrap my blade around his neck as I hear police moving in.
"You come a step closer and his throat is slit," I tell them, "What was done before will be done again, and your shots will hit him."
The boots stop moving and I turn around to face them, Adrian not moving.
"Good. Now move away."
The police shuffle away slowly, guns still drawn.
I move over to the fallen body of my brother. Wrapping the arm around Adrian in a headlock, my hand slides into my pocket and pulls out the other syringe. I empty it into the boy, who falls limp just as well. Tossing the now empty needle to the policeman, I kneel down and put the other body over my shoulder.
As if on cue, bullets fly from behind the policemen. The crowd gathered scatters, and I recognize Cain and Abel.
"Your help is appreciated."
"Course it is. The limo's here."
"How typical."
I toss Adrian's body in carelessly, and slide One's in next, handling it much more delicately. I sit in the back seat next to Abel (I think. I don't know. I don't remember). Cain sits shotgun, and the chauffeur is probably Vlad. How typical that would be.
The ride is silent. I hate it. It feels like they're all laughing at me.
We arrive at the Frenchman's restaurant in typical style.
"It is very conspicuous to walk into a restaurant with two unconscious bodies on your shoulders.
"Of course it is. But we're not going through the restaurant. Forgotten so much already?"
The four of us step out, as I take One's body and Cain takes Adrian's.
"Back so soon? I did not expect it," Says a thick French accent as we finally arrive within the Chateau, through the twisted hallways of the underground of the restaurant.
"It was easy enough," I reply.
"Ah. Set your friends down on either table."
Cain drops Adrian's body with a noticeable thud. I take the other table and place One's body down carefully.
"We will be going."
Cain and Abel step out, leaving me alone with the Merovingian in his French bedroom.