Behind My Mask
Chappie Five
Author's Note: YEAH!!! I'm back!!! My friend is being stalked by the gov. her father works for Dubya. Heh. All her calls and e-mails are traced. Seriously. Dunno, thought I'd share that. K, so here is my next chappie, back by popular demand. I'll answer a lot more questions in this. Many of them. This'll be long. K, hope you like, and REVIEW ME, PLEASE!!! I DON'T WANT TO BEG!!!! All right, I love you guys! Disclaimer: I'm lazy and depressed don't rub it in. oh yeah, I don't own the song; it belongs to the Goo-Goo Dolls. (I'm not addicted to Greenday anymore!!!!)
"Numbuh Four… Numbuh Four… lookie, look, I drew you a picture! It's of us!! Look, there's Numbuh One, and me, and look, I'm hugging you! Aren't we cute?"
Former Numbuh Four Wallabe Beetles shot up in his bed, panting, pained, and slightly scared. His dream, was it a nightmare? He wasn't sure, but it had left him with a horrendous headache. He remembered a girl…. She gave him a picture, and then kissed his cheek. His heart was pounding, but it wasn't from shock. He remembered last night. Slapping his hand to his head, he sighed. He couldn't believe how much of an ass he'd been. It was an instinct in him, an ability that just couldn't risk not kissing that celestial beauty… and it was the best thing he'd ever done… Shaking his head to clear it, he became aware that his phone was ringing.
Sighing again, he picked it up again. "Hello?" he asked. There was silence. Instantly frustrated, he hated those damn prank callers. It was three in the morning for Christ's sake! "Who is this?" he asked, raising his voice slightly. After all, his parents were gone on a business trip, so he had the house to himself. His bare chest was glistening with sweat. "Numbuh… Four?" the voice on the other end was weak and timid. But he knew it. This voice! The girl in his dream! But why on Earth was she calling him a number? A weak moan of pain caught his attention once again. "Who is this?" he demanded, suddenly very cold. "I don't know… help me… I'm going to die I think. He's left me for now… but when he comes back him and Clark… they're going to kill me…." Wally's brow crinkled. "Where are you?" he asked, voice gentle. Whoever this was, they were in severe pain.
He could tell from the way small gasps could be heard each time the person tried to breathe. "The mansion... the party… help..." he got no more answers from the dial tone indignant in his ear. Slamming the phone down, he grabbed a shirt off the floor, and not even caring about a coat, no matter that it was snowing out, he pounded out the door. Praying desperately he could catch a taxi close to the city, only a mile away, he ran as fast as his legs would take him. He knew exactly where the voice was talking about-
You and I got something
But it's all then it's nothing to me
Yah
I got my defenses
When it comes to your intentions to me
Yah
And we wake up in the breakdown
In the things we never thought we could be
Yah
Thankfully, he was able to easily catch a taxi on the very borders of the city. As he gave the address, the driver gave the pale-but-red-faced boy an odd look, but his haunting eyes stilled any questions. The driver listened to the earnest protests and sped as fast as he could. The party from the other night…. the girl… the voice had sounded like hers. But… she had a fiancé, according to her father. Was it a lie? And how on Earth had she gotten his number? So many questions. He tried not to think of them as he gave the driver better directions-
I'm not the one who broke you
I'm not the one you should fear
We've got to move you darling
I thought I lost you somewhere
But you were never really there at all
The taxi screeched in front of the house, and Wally leapt out. He told the driver to stay; glad he'd brought at least fifty bucks with him. As he bounded through the snow and to the front door, he didn't even knock, and was glad to find it open. Moving into the front hall, he called out: "Kookie!" No answer. Again: "Kookie!!" Louder this time. A slight moan from the next room. He rushed in. a loud gasp resounded around the room. She lay curled in a little ball on the floor.
A cordless phone was forgotten by her side. It was beeping to be recharged. He knelt next to her, a gentle, slightly shaking hand went out to touch he back, which was to him. She was unconscious. He gently turned her towards him. Her whole front was bloody. Her face was bruised, as was many other places. She had a simple nightgown on, and he gulped. It was torn, so most of her skin was showing. She had been badly beaten. Right now, he was too worried to be angry. He slid one arm under her, and used his other to lift her up off the ground and into his arms. Not caring about what would happen when her father returned, he left as quickly as he'd come. He knew it was her father who'd done this. He could tell the man was evil just from his powerful aura. Evil radiated off of the man.
She groaned in his arms, and he couldn't help but notice how fragile she was-
And I want to get free
Talk to me
I can fear you falling
And I won't tempt to be
All you need
Somehow here is gone
He noticed she was breathing. As if he doubted she were alive. She looked so weak! He would kill that man…. he swore it on his grave... well, he didn't have a grave, but he really meant it. The man was going to die-
I am no solution
To the sound of dispollution in me
Yah
And I was not the answer so forget you ever thought it was me
Yah
He still controlled his anger, and brought her out to the taxi. His quelling look once again stopped the driver from asking anything. Laying her out gently on the seat, he placed her head in his lap, and the rest of her slim form was on the rest of the seat. She was still out cold. "Drive." He commanded, whole demeanor frightening. His face and eyes were stormy and dark. He looked like someone not to mess with. He busied himself with giving her a more through examination. She was in bad shape, but, thankfully, it looked like she would not be visiting the hospital. Some band aids and some medical expertise and she would be fine. If she woke up. He prayed she would-
I'm not the one who broke you
I'm not the one you should fear
We've got to move you darling
I thought I lost you somewhere
But you were never really ever there at all
And I want to get free
Talk to me
I can fear you falling
And I won't tempt you to be
All you need
Somehow here is gone
And I don't need the fall out
Of all the past that's here between us
And I'm not holding on
And all your lies weren't enough to keep me here
And I want to get free
Talk to me
I can fear you falling
And I won't tempt you to be
All you need
Somehow here is gone
And I want to get free
Talk to me
I can fear you falling
I know it's out there
I know it's out there
I can fear you falling
I know it's out there
I know it's out there
Somehow here is gone
I know it's out there
I know it's out there
Somehow here is gone