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Chapter 4- Soaked Through and Through
Location: San Francisco, California
Date: 22, 5, AC-199
Time: 10:00PM
Alex quietly sat on a barstool as he awaited his order, music and dancing roared behind him with loud clamor. The strobe lights around him made every nauseating to look at, but Alex hardly looked around him as he kept his eyes on the bar surface below him.
He wasn't in a good mood from events that had occurred earlier, and a lot of thoughts ran through his head. 'Well, I have no job now.' 'I broke a promise to myself not to fight again.' 'Where is that bloody drink?' Alex just seemed to keep himself on that order, so he didn't pay attention to his environment.
A black-short-haired, middle-aged man came up and sat in a barstool to the right of Alex.
"An order of brandy."
"Coming right up."
Alex heard the man and turned his head to look. The man seemed about the same height as him, just couldn't tell since Alex was leaning forward. This person wore military fatigues on everything, from his coat down to his boots. The man finally looked over at Alex just to see what the kid was looking at. The man had emerald eyes that seem to be cold, emotionless, and dead to Alex, but then again his eyes were the about same way at the moment. This man also noticed a glass filled with soda in front of Alex, that Alex didn't seem to notice.
"What you looking at kid?" The man showed no emotion in face or tone.
Alex turned his head to look at the bar again as the bartender delivered the man's drink. "I'm waiting for my Pepsi to get served."
The man felt some sort of sympathy; he reached over and pushed the glass closer to Alex. "It is right in front of you."
Alex stared at the glass for a moment. "Now, I know I'm having a bad day."
He pushed the glass aside and laid his head on the bar's surface with head facing the man. Alex was out right depressed from everything that had happened today, and now the glass being in front of him was the last straw.
The man sipped some of his brandy down in a shot glass, while kept one eye on the teen next to him. He put his glass down and wiped his mouth off with a black handkerchief, which he did without anyone really noticing speed of which the handkerchief had been taken out and put away.
"What is ailing you?" The man said as he poured some brandy in his shot glass.
Alex looked at the man for a second and wanted to not reply, but the words "A promise I made to myself" came out anyway.
"A promise?" The man continued to not stress a single word.
"I broke it... now I can't continue on with my current life...." The man forced the shot down in one gulp.
"It can't be that bad." The man turned his head to look at Alex. "Not as bad what happened to me 24 years ago."
Alex raised himself off the bar surface and grabbed his pop. The man had caught his interest; maybe it would a good story to cheer himself up.
"Have you heard of Heero Yuy?"
Alex nodded and sipped some of his Pepsi.
"I'm not talking about the code named, gundam pilot. I'm referring to the leader that was assassinated 24 years ago." The man snapped at Alex, but had pulled it back once he realized what he had said.
"Oh, I forgot about him."
"Most people have. With Relena talking about peace nowadays, it is more than likely the rest will forget about him and the price he paid." He had some anger in his voice, but didn't let Alex onto it.
"What has made you not forget about him?"
"I used to be his bodyguard, top of the line at the time." Alex's eyes opened wide. "I happened to be out sick the day that he was... killed. I haven't forgiven myself since."
Alex almost let his jaw drop. This man has had a more troubled life than him, so why was he here calm as a bell and Alex wasn't. Quatre was right after all, he was simply running away from his problems, but Alex still didn't want to completely admit it yet.
"I'm sorry to have made you more troubled by the facts, but if I had been there that day... maybe what has happened wouldn't have happened." The man downed another shot of brandy.
"I don't know about that. More than likely, both of you would have been killed and you wouldn't be standing here talking to me." Alex cracked a grim smile on his face.
"You might be right about that kid." The man rested his glass on the bar. "Anyways, the name is Diel Wints."
"Alex ... Henderson." Alex reached up to shake Diel's hand.
Diel shook Alex's hand. "Alright, 'Henderson'." Diel got up, "See around kid." He walked away and vanished into the crowd.
'Odd guy,' Alex thought.
Alex turned around to see the bartender.
"Is that guy a regular?"
"He comes in once a month, and puts everything on a tab." The bartender grumbled. "I need to remind myself to get him to pay that tab."
"You know anything about him?"
"Aside from him being a nut in the head, and sending chills down everyone's backs. Nope."
"Um... thanks I guess...."
Alex walked away from the bar and started to find a seat in the club. He got bumped by some of the dancers, and was lucky that his drink didn't spill. As he continued, he found a seat near the rear exit of the club and sat down. He sipped his pop and watched the dancing that went on. He was perplexed by these actions these people were doing; there was no use for it in his mind. A complete waste of energy, but one thought came to his mind. 'To each their own.'
He sat for several minutes until he heard a noise from the other side of door he was near. It sounded like a car backfiring.
'Why would a car be back there?'
Alex got up and walked to the door.
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Time: 11:30PM
Alex stood in the back alley way behind the club and had a look of horror on his face as he stared at the bartender lying on the ground with a bullet hole in his chest. He had heard a noise that he thought was a car backfiring from back here, but never thought that he had heard a gun being fired. Thoughts raced through his head of what happened and what to do. He couldn't move, out of some sort of fear, yet the fear was unknown. Rain started to pour down on him.
A siren started to roar as a police car pulled into the back alley after a message had come in over the radio. The lights on the car practically turned the night into day as they approached; the light showed how intense the rainfall was. Alex turned to look at the car as the police stopped. Two officiers stepped out and left their doors open.
Alex raised his hands into the air as his hair dripped with rain. "I swear I didn't do it."
One of the cops walked up in front of the car and showed he has nothing in his hands. "Don't worry we aren't here to arrest you. We want to know what happened...."
A crack of thunder reined out as the cop stood with his hands out. The arms limply fell to his sides and the cop collapsed to the rain soaked ground. In the dim light, Alex couldn't see where the cop got killed at, but lowered his hands and backed away from the cops. The other cop pulled out his pistol and ducked behind the open door on his side of the car. The cop reached into the car and grabbed his radio.
"Officer down, I repeat officer down. I need backup now." The officer glanced through the mirror and saw Alex as he backed away. "Damnit, take cover!"
The officer raised his head for a better look. Just as he saw Alex through the window, the window shattered followed by the sound of a gunshot. The officer fell backwards after being shot in the head, and hit the ground with the radio in one hand and pistol in the other; the radio staticed through a message about backup had been sent. Blood began to mix with the rain as it came down and washed away toward Alex.
Alex can't believe what had happened in front of him. An unknown killer had wasted two cops in a matter of moments, but he was unharmed for the moment at least.
A lightning bolt raced across the sky as it created a beautiful spread of electricity, and Alex looked almost out of instinct upward to see the sky. He just missed it by moments, but saw a dark figure on the top of a building next to him. Another lightning bolt flashed, this time Alex saw the figure more clearly. This person had very dark clothes on, possibly black, along with a veil that covered his face. In the man's right hand, a desert eagle was pointed at Alex and he froze out of fear again.
'Does it end this way?' He reached into his collar area and slowly pulled out the pendent that Duo had given him months earlier. He slowly rubbed the pendent with his thumb, but then let it go and back into the shirt. 'No. My promise to myself is broken, but I won't die so easily.'
Alex booked down the back alley as fast as he could and managed, to his amazement, not to be shot at. He jumped out into the main street where the lights would allow him to see again. He gasped for air with a smile on his face with the knowledge that he might have escaped from being killed. He glanced up to find out that there was cops with guns pointed at him and had barked orders for him to surrender.
'Great, I'm under arrest after all.'
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Location: San Francisco Police Department
Jail Block
Date: 23, 5, AC-199
Time: 6:30AM
Alex sat on the jail cell bed, as he looked at the jail bars in hope that an officer would come and take away either him or his cellmate. His cellmate was named "Bubba". Alex and Bubba got acquainted during the night through talk, and Alex definitely didn't want to get anymore acquainted. Every time Bubba moved, Alex would move twice as much. This had been futile for Alex and he just stared with the hope Bubba wouldn't do anything.
An officer walked up to the cell door and put a key into the lock. Alex's eyes shot wide open with excitement, and then saw a blonde-haired person following, who he recognized off the bat as Quatre. His happiness had just been shot down for the moment; they had found him.
"The charges against you have been repelled; pending a hearing, for it to be completely dropped. You are free to go as long as you go with this man."
Alex looked at Quatre for a second, and then stood up to walk forward.
'I'm not going to argue.' Alex thought. 'It's either free air, or Bubba. There is no argument here.'
"Never thought I would see you in a jail cell." Quatre commented as Alex got out of the jail cell. Quatre saw Bubba as he waved goodbye to Alex. "Looks like you made a new friend."
"Let's not talk about it." Alex abruptly stated. He walked toward the jail exit and partially wringed his clothes dry. "So, what do I have to do to repay you, anyway?"
Quatre leaned over as they went through the jail's exit and whispered in Alex's ears.
Alex looked at Quatre with his eyes filled with shock.
"WHAT?!"
Chapter 4- Soaked Through and Through
Location: San Francisco, California
Date: 22, 5, AC-199
Time: 10:00PM
Alex quietly sat on a barstool as he awaited his order, music and dancing roared behind him with loud clamor. The strobe lights around him made every nauseating to look at, but Alex hardly looked around him as he kept his eyes on the bar surface below him.
He wasn't in a good mood from events that had occurred earlier, and a lot of thoughts ran through his head. 'Well, I have no job now.' 'I broke a promise to myself not to fight again.' 'Where is that bloody drink?' Alex just seemed to keep himself on that order, so he didn't pay attention to his environment.
A black-short-haired, middle-aged man came up and sat in a barstool to the right of Alex.
"An order of brandy."
"Coming right up."
Alex heard the man and turned his head to look. The man seemed about the same height as him, just couldn't tell since Alex was leaning forward. This person wore military fatigues on everything, from his coat down to his boots. The man finally looked over at Alex just to see what the kid was looking at. The man had emerald eyes that seem to be cold, emotionless, and dead to Alex, but then again his eyes were the about same way at the moment. This man also noticed a glass filled with soda in front of Alex, that Alex didn't seem to notice.
"What you looking at kid?" The man showed no emotion in face or tone.
Alex turned his head to look at the bar again as the bartender delivered the man's drink. "I'm waiting for my Pepsi to get served."
The man felt some sort of sympathy; he reached over and pushed the glass closer to Alex. "It is right in front of you."
Alex stared at the glass for a moment. "Now, I know I'm having a bad day."
He pushed the glass aside and laid his head on the bar's surface with head facing the man. Alex was out right depressed from everything that had happened today, and now the glass being in front of him was the last straw.
The man sipped some of his brandy down in a shot glass, while kept one eye on the teen next to him. He put his glass down and wiped his mouth off with a black handkerchief, which he did without anyone really noticing speed of which the handkerchief had been taken out and put away.
"What is ailing you?" The man said as he poured some brandy in his shot glass.
Alex looked at the man for a second and wanted to not reply, but the words "A promise I made to myself" came out anyway.
"A promise?" The man continued to not stress a single word.
"I broke it... now I can't continue on with my current life...." The man forced the shot down in one gulp.
"It can't be that bad." The man turned his head to look at Alex. "Not as bad what happened to me 24 years ago."
Alex raised himself off the bar surface and grabbed his pop. The man had caught his interest; maybe it would a good story to cheer himself up.
"Have you heard of Heero Yuy?"
Alex nodded and sipped some of his Pepsi.
"I'm not talking about the code named, gundam pilot. I'm referring to the leader that was assassinated 24 years ago." The man snapped at Alex, but had pulled it back once he realized what he had said.
"Oh, I forgot about him."
"Most people have. With Relena talking about peace nowadays, it is more than likely the rest will forget about him and the price he paid." He had some anger in his voice, but didn't let Alex onto it.
"What has made you not forget about him?"
"I used to be his bodyguard, top of the line at the time." Alex's eyes opened wide. "I happened to be out sick the day that he was... killed. I haven't forgiven myself since."
Alex almost let his jaw drop. This man has had a more troubled life than him, so why was he here calm as a bell and Alex wasn't. Quatre was right after all, he was simply running away from his problems, but Alex still didn't want to completely admit it yet.
"I'm sorry to have made you more troubled by the facts, but if I had been there that day... maybe what has happened wouldn't have happened." The man downed another shot of brandy.
"I don't know about that. More than likely, both of you would have been killed and you wouldn't be standing here talking to me." Alex cracked a grim smile on his face.
"You might be right about that kid." The man rested his glass on the bar. "Anyways, the name is Diel Wints."
"Alex ... Henderson." Alex reached up to shake Diel's hand.
Diel shook Alex's hand. "Alright, 'Henderson'." Diel got up, "See around kid." He walked away and vanished into the crowd.
'Odd guy,' Alex thought.
Alex turned around to see the bartender.
"Is that guy a regular?"
"He comes in once a month, and puts everything on a tab." The bartender grumbled. "I need to remind myself to get him to pay that tab."
"You know anything about him?"
"Aside from him being a nut in the head, and sending chills down everyone's backs. Nope."
"Um... thanks I guess...."
Alex walked away from the bar and started to find a seat in the club. He got bumped by some of the dancers, and was lucky that his drink didn't spill. As he continued, he found a seat near the rear exit of the club and sat down. He sipped his pop and watched the dancing that went on. He was perplexed by these actions these people were doing; there was no use for it in his mind. A complete waste of energy, but one thought came to his mind. 'To each their own.'
He sat for several minutes until he heard a noise from the other side of door he was near. It sounded like a car backfiring.
'Why would a car be back there?'
Alex got up and walked to the door.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Time: 11:30PM
Alex stood in the back alley way behind the club and had a look of horror on his face as he stared at the bartender lying on the ground with a bullet hole in his chest. He had heard a noise that he thought was a car backfiring from back here, but never thought that he had heard a gun being fired. Thoughts raced through his head of what happened and what to do. He couldn't move, out of some sort of fear, yet the fear was unknown. Rain started to pour down on him.
A siren started to roar as a police car pulled into the back alley after a message had come in over the radio. The lights on the car practically turned the night into day as they approached; the light showed how intense the rainfall was. Alex turned to look at the car as the police stopped. Two officiers stepped out and left their doors open.
Alex raised his hands into the air as his hair dripped with rain. "I swear I didn't do it."
One of the cops walked up in front of the car and showed he has nothing in his hands. "Don't worry we aren't here to arrest you. We want to know what happened...."
A crack of thunder reined out as the cop stood with his hands out. The arms limply fell to his sides and the cop collapsed to the rain soaked ground. In the dim light, Alex couldn't see where the cop got killed at, but lowered his hands and backed away from the cops. The other cop pulled out his pistol and ducked behind the open door on his side of the car. The cop reached into the car and grabbed his radio.
"Officer down, I repeat officer down. I need backup now." The officer glanced through the mirror and saw Alex as he backed away. "Damnit, take cover!"
The officer raised his head for a better look. Just as he saw Alex through the window, the window shattered followed by the sound of a gunshot. The officer fell backwards after being shot in the head, and hit the ground with the radio in one hand and pistol in the other; the radio staticed through a message about backup had been sent. Blood began to mix with the rain as it came down and washed away toward Alex.
Alex can't believe what had happened in front of him. An unknown killer had wasted two cops in a matter of moments, but he was unharmed for the moment at least.
A lightning bolt raced across the sky as it created a beautiful spread of electricity, and Alex looked almost out of instinct upward to see the sky. He just missed it by moments, but saw a dark figure on the top of a building next to him. Another lightning bolt flashed, this time Alex saw the figure more clearly. This person had very dark clothes on, possibly black, along with a veil that covered his face. In the man's right hand, a desert eagle was pointed at Alex and he froze out of fear again.
'Does it end this way?' He reached into his collar area and slowly pulled out the pendent that Duo had given him months earlier. He slowly rubbed the pendent with his thumb, but then let it go and back into the shirt. 'No. My promise to myself is broken, but I won't die so easily.'
Alex booked down the back alley as fast as he could and managed, to his amazement, not to be shot at. He jumped out into the main street where the lights would allow him to see again. He gasped for air with a smile on his face with the knowledge that he might have escaped from being killed. He glanced up to find out that there was cops with guns pointed at him and had barked orders for him to surrender.
'Great, I'm under arrest after all.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Location: San Francisco Police Department
Jail Block
Date: 23, 5, AC-199
Time: 6:30AM
Alex sat on the jail cell bed, as he looked at the jail bars in hope that an officer would come and take away either him or his cellmate. His cellmate was named "Bubba". Alex and Bubba got acquainted during the night through talk, and Alex definitely didn't want to get anymore acquainted. Every time Bubba moved, Alex would move twice as much. This had been futile for Alex and he just stared with the hope Bubba wouldn't do anything.
An officer walked up to the cell door and put a key into the lock. Alex's eyes shot wide open with excitement, and then saw a blonde-haired person following, who he recognized off the bat as Quatre. His happiness had just been shot down for the moment; they had found him.
"The charges against you have been repelled; pending a hearing, for it to be completely dropped. You are free to go as long as you go with this man."
Alex looked at Quatre for a second, and then stood up to walk forward.
'I'm not going to argue.' Alex thought. 'It's either free air, or Bubba. There is no argument here.'
"Never thought I would see you in a jail cell." Quatre commented as Alex got out of the jail cell. Quatre saw Bubba as he waved goodbye to Alex. "Looks like you made a new friend."
"Let's not talk about it." Alex abruptly stated. He walked toward the jail exit and partially wringed his clothes dry. "So, what do I have to do to repay you, anyway?"
Quatre leaned over as they went through the jail's exit and whispered in Alex's ears.
Alex looked at Quatre with his eyes filled with shock.
"WHAT?!"