Too Lost to be Saved
by: WolfCry17
Disclaimer: I do not own gundam wing or any of the characters. However, I do own the storyline and plot. I own something! *jumps for joy*
AN: Anyway, thanks for all the reviews! I really appreciate them! They really help me keep going! Oh, and for all those RelenaXHeero fans, this story IS mainly about them, but the first several chapters won't focus on them alone... actually, both are barely mentioned, but trust me, there shall be several fights, sappy moments, and happy ones between the two of them by a least Ch. 8 give or take....I am still playing this fic by the ear. So please enjoy!!!
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Chapter 4 ~
The following day...
A maze of rumble and debris littered around a half-destroyed building that once resembled a medical research facility, which created quite a stir amoung the public. Armies of police officers of the Space Force, silt- covered firefighters, and overly-curious newsreporters walked through the ashes in complete and utter confusion. Newly-born fires broke out as firefighters swarmed to the scene to reduce the damage. The rich red and yellow flames feasted hungrily upon the ten story building that looked as if it were about to collapse.
An officer of the Space Force nearly spilt the black liquid of in his coffee cup when his radio crackled to life with the voice of a subordinate officer, "Sergeant, I need you over here! We have some um... intruders in question."
The bulky man grabbed the radio to respond as he scratched the hairs of his chin. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. This whole mess just didn't make any sense. The building flamed up in a blaze for no obvious reason. Patrol cars covered the area as officers and the top investigators researched ground zero and two helicopters controlled the skies. There was just no convincible explanation. "I'll be right over, officer."
The sergeant passed several reporters and merely shook his head as he overheard silly explanations that were quickly conjured up for the public eye. "...this random blast must have been caused by an accidental experiment explosion that could not be contained..." "...And as citizens look upon the remains of the Jefferson and Company Medical Research Facility, the Space Force is trying to make sense of what could have gone wrong..." Dozens of poorly-predicted conclusions floated through the air and into the speakers of the video cameras.
Finally, the sergeant reached the subordinate officers Cortez and Hatsumi with two younger individuals, the supposed intruders. "What seems to be the problem?"
Officer Hatsumi stepped forward, "We caught these two trying to enter the building, sir." Officer Cortez pushed the two in front of the sergeant for inspection. The two were dressed in dull, engineer jumpsuits with grey ballcaps. One had a feminine build, but was assumed male due to the short, cobalt blue hair. The other wore a huge grin and had an unusually long brunette braid that reached nearly three feet. "They said they were hired as colonial sweepers to help clean up the mess. I was under the impression we were still under investigation."
The cocky one with the braid spoke up in defense. "Hey, we aren't trying to invade or anything, we only do what we are hired to do, buddy."
"And, who, exactly hired you and what company do you represent?" the sergeant began his interrogation.
"Maxwell & Schebieker Sweepers Incorporated. As to who hired us, all wee got was an urgent email. We couldn't figure out who it was from, except that it was signed Space Force and had a paid transaction attached. So here we are." The same braid-headed one explained as he dug his greasy hands into the pockets of his sweeper jumpsuit.
The towering sergeant eyes the two in disbelief. Why would the Space Forcesend an email to a sweepers organization when the investigation had barely begun? Another mystery. "Officer Hatsumi, check all phone lines and internet-use recordsfrom the last two hours to see who sent the email. Officer Cortez, keep an eye on those two until we've confirmed anything."
As soon as the sergeant turned to leave, he felt his knees give out as the braided intruder shot forward and swiftly kicked the back of his knees in one swift motion. The two subordinate officers, started, began to run to their superior who was wincing on the ground. However, the other intruder just as quickly dropped to the ground to spin kick the two officers into the air and crash unto the ground unconcious. The braided one hit the back of the sergeant's neck to strike the main nerve and temporarily paralyze him.
"Sorry, but we don't have time for that, and we didn't want to disappoint you when you found out there was no such email," Duo grinned as he retrieved the sergeant's gun and radio.
Hilde walked up behind him after relieving the other two of their firearms, "We gotta hurry before someone finds out about this. They're bound to--"
A crackling sound from the radio interrupted Hilde, "Sergeant Harrison! Is everything alright over there? We heard some commotion coming over your channel."
Hilde sighed heavily as she dropped her shoulders, "Too late."
"No, everything's a-okay over here," Duo shot a thumbs up toward Hilde who merely rolled her eyes in response.
The radio crackled to life again, "What! Who is THIS? Hey Officer Gomez, send a back up unit to Harrison's area now!"
"Well, that's just peachy!" Hilde grumbled as she watched Duo throw the radio to the ground and smash it with his foot. "What are you doing? Didn't we need that to make sure they aren't on our tail?"
Duo grabbed Hilde's wrist to pull her towards the rummaged medical building. "There's a tracking device planted on every walkie talkie the Space Force uses. They'll only find us faster if we take it." Duo pulled Hilde through the wreckage, running low to the ground in an attempt not to be seen until they reached a metal door. Hilde turned with gun in hand to keep watch as Duo tried to open the door. Duo's fingers flew over the numbers of the keypad as he entered a deactivation code. However to no avail, the door wouldn't open. "Damn, of all the doors of this building, we had to find the one door that is jammed."
Hilde turned to see Duo back up from the door. "Just great!" Hilde took one more good look at their surroundings until she was completely satisfied no one was around. She glanced back toward Duo to find him turn one shoulder toward the door and brace his footing. "What are you doing? That door is a foot thick metal slab!"
Duo furrowed his eyes and grinned, "Don't worry babe, the building can handle one more broken down door, and I'll be just fine!" With one more deep breath, Duo lunged forward to knock straight into the door.
"Duo! Don't--- ugh, too late!"
Duo slammed into the metal door hard to force enough bolts to break loose to send the door and him flying to the ground inside. Duo slid into bitter darkness as dust rose around him in small patches of smoke.
Outside, Hilde sighed heavily as she grabbed a flashlight and entered the building to find Duo still on the ground. "I was referring to all the noise the metal door would and did create." Hilde raised the flashlight to light up what appeared to be a corridor leading to several different doors, all metal. "Not exactly navigation-friendly."
Duo crouched up while rubbing his bruised up shoulder from the impact as he sarcastically responded, "Well, I am so glad you care so much about what happens to me!" Duo flung his hand back and forth to create an emphasis.
Hilde threw Duo another flashlight as she grinned slyly, "Your welcome, Duo."
*~*
Soft, emerald green eyes fluttered open as space turbulence rocked the shuttle off course for a few seconds. Quatre Winner found himself starring intently to the depths of outer space as a result. His eyes seemed to cloud over as he remembered why he was there. His former comrade and pilot of the mysterious wing zero, Heero Yuy, had requested his help only days before.
Heero had only mentioned the main points of the situation at hand. However, being the head of the Winner Incorporation and trade on L4 as well as being a rather huge sponser to medical research, Quatre was already well informed of the situation. In fact, he had been expecting one of the former gundam pilots to walk through his office door; however, he was genuinely surprised to find that gundam pilot turned out to be the one of the five who completely disappeared for several years.
Quatre smiled to himself. Well, Heero didn't technically disappear. He was always right under their noses, close enough to keep a steady eye on a particular honey blonde politician, yet always far enough to stay out of sight.
Just then, Heero entered the room with an unpleasant look on his face. "Carl Jackson."
Straight and to the point. Quatre chuckled. Heero hadn't changed a bit. "Ah yes, Miss Relena's new personal bodyguard." Quatre chose to say Miss Relena instead of just Relena, which she had insisted time and again Quatre call her by, because of who he was talking to and he remembered once when Duo said that nobody should mess with Relena if they had any wits since she was Heero's territory. Quatre thought it a bit degrading towards Relena at the time, but now that he thought about it and saw the stern, possessive look in Heero's eyes, how could one doubt the true meaning behind those words. Quatre suddenly rose to pour two cups of steaming hot cups of smooth, black liquid. He handed one to Heero who hardly noticed the rough smell of the liquid he had accepted. "He's a hundred percent clean. No record, no bad relations, extensive training, and handy with a gun. His background rises no questions."
"Too clean," Heero quickly corrected. He set his coffee cup down as he brought out his laptop with a complete research file of Carl Jackson uploaded. Quatre quickly moved in to look over Heero's shoulder. "At first glance, nothing seems out of place... however, when I searched for the Baltimore Training Base for Preventers where Jackson supposedly graduated from," Heero hacked into several systems and then let his fingers fly across the keyboard to tye in the base. Then he pressed enter and a single message appeared.
Quatre's eyes widened as he read the message, "No data found."
"It doens't exist," Heero's eyes hardened.
Quatre leaned against the table as if in contemplation, "The data could have been erased or lost, you know, and still, wouldn't Lady Une know if a Preventer base didn't exist?"
"That thought crossed my mind, but when I had a few sources check it out personally, nothing was found, except a random lake." Heero pulled Carl Jackson's personal profile up once more. He then quickly typed in a viral code to infect the file. Quatre leaned over once more in curiousity.
Suddenly, the computer screen started screwing up the image as is a bug were chewing through the file. The file appeared to melt away revealing another page beneath it. A different profile. Quatre's eyes widened again. It was the same stern picture of the man named Carl Jackson, only that wasn't his name. "Andrew Morris Jefferson, the only surviving illegitimate son of J. C. Jefferson. Isn't J. C. Jefferson--"
"Yes," Heero found the remote to the shuttle cabin tv. The screen instantly diplayed scenes of the Jefferson & Company Medical Research Facility in its present state. "J. C. Jefferson owns what's left of the research facility that caught fire 3:00 this morning. A former commander general under Dekim Barton, he barely escaped with his life when the Tallgeese destroyed MO-3. Afterward, he left for L2 to build this facility, which has been a constant problem since dy one."
"However, this still doesn't prove that Carl Ja-- I mean Andrew Morris Jefferson isn't qualified as a preventer or that he has anything on his record." Quatre pointed to Andrew Jefferson's profile. Clean.
However, the tightening of Heero's fist proved he wasn't convinced. There were too many connections. Too many questions. "Why change his name?" He looked up to find Quatre speechless with no answers. Just too many unanswered questions. Silence engulfed the room and lingered in the air as the shuttle found its window for descent to the earth.
*~*
A cool breeze blew softly through the stale air and snaked its way around Hilde's bare shoulders and down her arms as she raised the flashlight. She shivered slightly and silently cursed herself for discarding the heavy jacket of her jumpsuit. She and Duo had somehow found their way up to the sixth or seventh floor, she wasn't sure now. Too many twists and turns, way too many steps, and for goodness sakes, she must have counted over several hundred doors by now. "What exactly are we looking for?"
"Midii said she and her father worked here against their will, and her father was required to do research and perform genetic experimentation," Duo replied as he shuffled through torn files and burnt scraps of paper. Suddenly, a light beamed into his eyes as Hilde flashed her flashlight at him.
"What exactly are we looking for?" Hilde repeated with a bit of irration for the lack of informing response she recieved.
Duo grinned, "Not a damn clue." He opened another file cabinet and peered his flashlight over it to allow him to see better as Hilde shuffled to a lone desk to scavange through. He flipped through several files, each with a name of a doctor of a particular profession. There were eleven in all, and one in particular caught Duo's eye. "Dr. Thomas Une. Homo sapien Genetics Specialist."
Hilde's ears perked up to the sound of the doctor's name and shuffled her way through the ash and remains of files toward Duo. Dr. Thomas Une. "Wasn't that what Trowa called that girl... Midii UNE?"
"Yeah, this must be her father." Duo flipped through a few pages of the doctor's file until he found the profile of the doctor's one and only daughter, Midii Une. "And this proves it. Looks like she had two brothers as well." Duo pulled out the three profiles of Midii Une and her two younger brothers, Robert and Jonathon Une. He quickly scanned the three profiles until his eyes found something that was very disturbing. Almost sickening. "They were used as test subjects!"
Hilde's eyes widened suddenly as she met Duo's very startled cobalt blue eyes. "Test subjects for what?" Just then, the eerie stillness was abrubtly broken with a sudden racket of the only door in the room as the knob was vigorously turned and a single gasp was heard.
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AN: wow, long chapter...I didn't quite get where I wanted, but hey, I can just push everything back a chapter. I didn't want to make this chapter any longer and it seemed like the perfect cliffhanger (I am a seriously huge fan of cliffhangers. They leave me on the edge of me seat. I love em!) I hope you liked it. Please email me if you have any suggestions. I love hearing from everybody!
Anyway, Chapter five is coming, slowly, but is coming...I will get it up ASAP. -K- oh, and sorry, no chapter preview this time...the last preview kind of sumed it up anyway for both this chapter and the next. Til next time!
by: WolfCry17
Disclaimer: I do not own gundam wing or any of the characters. However, I do own the storyline and plot. I own something! *jumps for joy*
AN: Anyway, thanks for all the reviews! I really appreciate them! They really help me keep going! Oh, and for all those RelenaXHeero fans, this story IS mainly about them, but the first several chapters won't focus on them alone... actually, both are barely mentioned, but trust me, there shall be several fights, sappy moments, and happy ones between the two of them by a least Ch. 8 give or take....I am still playing this fic by the ear. So please enjoy!!!
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Chapter 4 ~
The following day...
A maze of rumble and debris littered around a half-destroyed building that once resembled a medical research facility, which created quite a stir amoung the public. Armies of police officers of the Space Force, silt- covered firefighters, and overly-curious newsreporters walked through the ashes in complete and utter confusion. Newly-born fires broke out as firefighters swarmed to the scene to reduce the damage. The rich red and yellow flames feasted hungrily upon the ten story building that looked as if it were about to collapse.
An officer of the Space Force nearly spilt the black liquid of in his coffee cup when his radio crackled to life with the voice of a subordinate officer, "Sergeant, I need you over here! We have some um... intruders in question."
The bulky man grabbed the radio to respond as he scratched the hairs of his chin. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. This whole mess just didn't make any sense. The building flamed up in a blaze for no obvious reason. Patrol cars covered the area as officers and the top investigators researched ground zero and two helicopters controlled the skies. There was just no convincible explanation. "I'll be right over, officer."
The sergeant passed several reporters and merely shook his head as he overheard silly explanations that were quickly conjured up for the public eye. "...this random blast must have been caused by an accidental experiment explosion that could not be contained..." "...And as citizens look upon the remains of the Jefferson and Company Medical Research Facility, the Space Force is trying to make sense of what could have gone wrong..." Dozens of poorly-predicted conclusions floated through the air and into the speakers of the video cameras.
Finally, the sergeant reached the subordinate officers Cortez and Hatsumi with two younger individuals, the supposed intruders. "What seems to be the problem?"
Officer Hatsumi stepped forward, "We caught these two trying to enter the building, sir." Officer Cortez pushed the two in front of the sergeant for inspection. The two were dressed in dull, engineer jumpsuits with grey ballcaps. One had a feminine build, but was assumed male due to the short, cobalt blue hair. The other wore a huge grin and had an unusually long brunette braid that reached nearly three feet. "They said they were hired as colonial sweepers to help clean up the mess. I was under the impression we were still under investigation."
The cocky one with the braid spoke up in defense. "Hey, we aren't trying to invade or anything, we only do what we are hired to do, buddy."
"And, who, exactly hired you and what company do you represent?" the sergeant began his interrogation.
"Maxwell & Schebieker Sweepers Incorporated. As to who hired us, all wee got was an urgent email. We couldn't figure out who it was from, except that it was signed Space Force and had a paid transaction attached. So here we are." The same braid-headed one explained as he dug his greasy hands into the pockets of his sweeper jumpsuit.
The towering sergeant eyes the two in disbelief. Why would the Space Forcesend an email to a sweepers organization when the investigation had barely begun? Another mystery. "Officer Hatsumi, check all phone lines and internet-use recordsfrom the last two hours to see who sent the email. Officer Cortez, keep an eye on those two until we've confirmed anything."
As soon as the sergeant turned to leave, he felt his knees give out as the braided intruder shot forward and swiftly kicked the back of his knees in one swift motion. The two subordinate officers, started, began to run to their superior who was wincing on the ground. However, the other intruder just as quickly dropped to the ground to spin kick the two officers into the air and crash unto the ground unconcious. The braided one hit the back of the sergeant's neck to strike the main nerve and temporarily paralyze him.
"Sorry, but we don't have time for that, and we didn't want to disappoint you when you found out there was no such email," Duo grinned as he retrieved the sergeant's gun and radio.
Hilde walked up behind him after relieving the other two of their firearms, "We gotta hurry before someone finds out about this. They're bound to--"
A crackling sound from the radio interrupted Hilde, "Sergeant Harrison! Is everything alright over there? We heard some commotion coming over your channel."
Hilde sighed heavily as she dropped her shoulders, "Too late."
"No, everything's a-okay over here," Duo shot a thumbs up toward Hilde who merely rolled her eyes in response.
The radio crackled to life again, "What! Who is THIS? Hey Officer Gomez, send a back up unit to Harrison's area now!"
"Well, that's just peachy!" Hilde grumbled as she watched Duo throw the radio to the ground and smash it with his foot. "What are you doing? Didn't we need that to make sure they aren't on our tail?"
Duo grabbed Hilde's wrist to pull her towards the rummaged medical building. "There's a tracking device planted on every walkie talkie the Space Force uses. They'll only find us faster if we take it." Duo pulled Hilde through the wreckage, running low to the ground in an attempt not to be seen until they reached a metal door. Hilde turned with gun in hand to keep watch as Duo tried to open the door. Duo's fingers flew over the numbers of the keypad as he entered a deactivation code. However to no avail, the door wouldn't open. "Damn, of all the doors of this building, we had to find the one door that is jammed."
Hilde turned to see Duo back up from the door. "Just great!" Hilde took one more good look at their surroundings until she was completely satisfied no one was around. She glanced back toward Duo to find him turn one shoulder toward the door and brace his footing. "What are you doing? That door is a foot thick metal slab!"
Duo furrowed his eyes and grinned, "Don't worry babe, the building can handle one more broken down door, and I'll be just fine!" With one more deep breath, Duo lunged forward to knock straight into the door.
"Duo! Don't--- ugh, too late!"
Duo slammed into the metal door hard to force enough bolts to break loose to send the door and him flying to the ground inside. Duo slid into bitter darkness as dust rose around him in small patches of smoke.
Outside, Hilde sighed heavily as she grabbed a flashlight and entered the building to find Duo still on the ground. "I was referring to all the noise the metal door would and did create." Hilde raised the flashlight to light up what appeared to be a corridor leading to several different doors, all metal. "Not exactly navigation-friendly."
Duo crouched up while rubbing his bruised up shoulder from the impact as he sarcastically responded, "Well, I am so glad you care so much about what happens to me!" Duo flung his hand back and forth to create an emphasis.
Hilde threw Duo another flashlight as she grinned slyly, "Your welcome, Duo."
*~*
Soft, emerald green eyes fluttered open as space turbulence rocked the shuttle off course for a few seconds. Quatre Winner found himself starring intently to the depths of outer space as a result. His eyes seemed to cloud over as he remembered why he was there. His former comrade and pilot of the mysterious wing zero, Heero Yuy, had requested his help only days before.
Heero had only mentioned the main points of the situation at hand. However, being the head of the Winner Incorporation and trade on L4 as well as being a rather huge sponser to medical research, Quatre was already well informed of the situation. In fact, he had been expecting one of the former gundam pilots to walk through his office door; however, he was genuinely surprised to find that gundam pilot turned out to be the one of the five who completely disappeared for several years.
Quatre smiled to himself. Well, Heero didn't technically disappear. He was always right under their noses, close enough to keep a steady eye on a particular honey blonde politician, yet always far enough to stay out of sight.
Just then, Heero entered the room with an unpleasant look on his face. "Carl Jackson."
Straight and to the point. Quatre chuckled. Heero hadn't changed a bit. "Ah yes, Miss Relena's new personal bodyguard." Quatre chose to say Miss Relena instead of just Relena, which she had insisted time and again Quatre call her by, because of who he was talking to and he remembered once when Duo said that nobody should mess with Relena if they had any wits since she was Heero's territory. Quatre thought it a bit degrading towards Relena at the time, but now that he thought about it and saw the stern, possessive look in Heero's eyes, how could one doubt the true meaning behind those words. Quatre suddenly rose to pour two cups of steaming hot cups of smooth, black liquid. He handed one to Heero who hardly noticed the rough smell of the liquid he had accepted. "He's a hundred percent clean. No record, no bad relations, extensive training, and handy with a gun. His background rises no questions."
"Too clean," Heero quickly corrected. He set his coffee cup down as he brought out his laptop with a complete research file of Carl Jackson uploaded. Quatre quickly moved in to look over Heero's shoulder. "At first glance, nothing seems out of place... however, when I searched for the Baltimore Training Base for Preventers where Jackson supposedly graduated from," Heero hacked into several systems and then let his fingers fly across the keyboard to tye in the base. Then he pressed enter and a single message appeared.
Quatre's eyes widened as he read the message, "No data found."
"It doens't exist," Heero's eyes hardened.
Quatre leaned against the table as if in contemplation, "The data could have been erased or lost, you know, and still, wouldn't Lady Une know if a Preventer base didn't exist?"
"That thought crossed my mind, but when I had a few sources check it out personally, nothing was found, except a random lake." Heero pulled Carl Jackson's personal profile up once more. He then quickly typed in a viral code to infect the file. Quatre leaned over once more in curiousity.
Suddenly, the computer screen started screwing up the image as is a bug were chewing through the file. The file appeared to melt away revealing another page beneath it. A different profile. Quatre's eyes widened again. It was the same stern picture of the man named Carl Jackson, only that wasn't his name. "Andrew Morris Jefferson, the only surviving illegitimate son of J. C. Jefferson. Isn't J. C. Jefferson--"
"Yes," Heero found the remote to the shuttle cabin tv. The screen instantly diplayed scenes of the Jefferson & Company Medical Research Facility in its present state. "J. C. Jefferson owns what's left of the research facility that caught fire 3:00 this morning. A former commander general under Dekim Barton, he barely escaped with his life when the Tallgeese destroyed MO-3. Afterward, he left for L2 to build this facility, which has been a constant problem since dy one."
"However, this still doesn't prove that Carl Ja-- I mean Andrew Morris Jefferson isn't qualified as a preventer or that he has anything on his record." Quatre pointed to Andrew Jefferson's profile. Clean.
However, the tightening of Heero's fist proved he wasn't convinced. There were too many connections. Too many questions. "Why change his name?" He looked up to find Quatre speechless with no answers. Just too many unanswered questions. Silence engulfed the room and lingered in the air as the shuttle found its window for descent to the earth.
*~*
A cool breeze blew softly through the stale air and snaked its way around Hilde's bare shoulders and down her arms as she raised the flashlight. She shivered slightly and silently cursed herself for discarding the heavy jacket of her jumpsuit. She and Duo had somehow found their way up to the sixth or seventh floor, she wasn't sure now. Too many twists and turns, way too many steps, and for goodness sakes, she must have counted over several hundred doors by now. "What exactly are we looking for?"
"Midii said she and her father worked here against their will, and her father was required to do research and perform genetic experimentation," Duo replied as he shuffled through torn files and burnt scraps of paper. Suddenly, a light beamed into his eyes as Hilde flashed her flashlight at him.
"What exactly are we looking for?" Hilde repeated with a bit of irration for the lack of informing response she recieved.
Duo grinned, "Not a damn clue." He opened another file cabinet and peered his flashlight over it to allow him to see better as Hilde shuffled to a lone desk to scavange through. He flipped through several files, each with a name of a doctor of a particular profession. There were eleven in all, and one in particular caught Duo's eye. "Dr. Thomas Une. Homo sapien Genetics Specialist."
Hilde's ears perked up to the sound of the doctor's name and shuffled her way through the ash and remains of files toward Duo. Dr. Thomas Une. "Wasn't that what Trowa called that girl... Midii UNE?"
"Yeah, this must be her father." Duo flipped through a few pages of the doctor's file until he found the profile of the doctor's one and only daughter, Midii Une. "And this proves it. Looks like she had two brothers as well." Duo pulled out the three profiles of Midii Une and her two younger brothers, Robert and Jonathon Une. He quickly scanned the three profiles until his eyes found something that was very disturbing. Almost sickening. "They were used as test subjects!"
Hilde's eyes widened suddenly as she met Duo's very startled cobalt blue eyes. "Test subjects for what?" Just then, the eerie stillness was abrubtly broken with a sudden racket of the only door in the room as the knob was vigorously turned and a single gasp was heard.
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AN: wow, long chapter...I didn't quite get where I wanted, but hey, I can just push everything back a chapter. I didn't want to make this chapter any longer and it seemed like the perfect cliffhanger (I am a seriously huge fan of cliffhangers. They leave me on the edge of me seat. I love em!) I hope you liked it. Please email me if you have any suggestions. I love hearing from everybody!
Anyway, Chapter five is coming, slowly, but is coming...I will get it up ASAP. -K- oh, and sorry, no chapter preview this time...the last preview kind of sumed it up anyway for both this chapter and the next. Til next time!