Three Days - Chapter 3
Disclaimer: See part 1
Summary: The calm before the storm. The day before Huck was murdered, and what happened after those events.
Author's notes: Working my socks off tonight, with Chapter 3! so, here goes nothing! Oh and don't forget to please R/R! thanks!
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Three Days - Chapter 3
Almost in an instant, the Fantom knew what to do. "Follow them, hunt them down, and make sure at least one dies, leave the other to live this life alone.." He demanded, pointing in the direction the two boys where running in. Both were still visible in the distance. The Assasins done as they were told, and darted off after them. All that the Fantom had to do was wait..
Special Agents Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn ran down yet another alleyway, which came to a fork in the road.
Tom's eyes darted about as they ran, he looked panicked and could hear the assasins following behind. "We're gonna have to split up..you take the road to the right, and i'll go to the left. Remember to shoot whenever you get the chance." He directed, trying to say all this as he panted from running.
Huck nodded, he did'nt care where they went or what would happen. Tom's plan seemed to be foolproof. "Alright..and when we're done with the guy, lets meet at The Raven." He added. The Raven was their favourite pub when not in America.
"Sounds like a great plan! okay, i'l see you in a bit..if not sooner.." Tom said, then took of to the left, leaving Huck to persue the road on the right.
The Assasins split up, and followed the two Agents down their seperate ways. Huck ran down by some unused stables, and ducked down behind a stack of hay. The assasins were fooled, and ran past like nothing was there. At that moment it time, Huck aimed his Winchester, and fired, hitting an Assasin clean in the head, sending one down. The other's heard the gunshot and dashed towards Huck, who's eyes widened, and he dashed down the street again, heading towards The Raven.
Tom was doing quite well, and he had hid up on a stone balcony of an old house, grinning as the assasins ran past. He quietly climbed down, but slipped on the edge and came crashing down into a pile of empty barrels, and cut the side of his face. Tom silently yelped, touching the small gash, he could feel many splinters of wood. It ached like hell. Glad to see the back of the assasins, Tom quickly headed across the streets, and could see Huck in the nearing distance. He was crossing the road, which was busy with night carriages. "Hey!" He called out to his partner.
Huck turned around at the sudden noise, and there was a sudden bang that broke the silence of the night. Huck let out a gasp as a bullet drove into his lower back. He turned to run across the road, but got in the way of a horse and carriage, which knocked Huck down onto the cobbles. The horse reared up and whinnied, then moved out of his way.
"Huck no!" Tom screamed out, certain the assasins would hear. He was looking out for Huck, hoping that he would make it across the street in time. But no. Tears of anger, confusion and fear welled up in his green eyes, his blonde hair was stuck to his forehead from the heat of running and gun fights. The remaining spy looked around, trying to find the person who had shot Huck. In the light of the moon, he saw The Fantom's mask glint in the light as him and the assasins got away. Tom felt dizzy with grief, and leant againest the wall for a moment, tryign to steady himself. He knew time was running out.
When the last horse and carriage cleared, Tom crossed the street, hoping he wasn't too late. But he was. When Tom's eyes caught the sight of his fallen friend, tears began to run down his features. He knew he was too late. He walked over to Huck, setting his winchester down, he lifted Huck up. He was lifeless. "Huck?" he questioned, wishing it was alright.
Huck's face was deathly pale, and a pool of blood had formed on the stone pavement. His shirt was soaked with blood inside out, and was starting to soak his black coat.
Tom shook Huck again, still hoping he would have a slight essense of life in him. "Come on..we gotta go home..get up.." Tom pleaded, the tears still falling from his eyes. It seemed they wouldn't be going for that victory drink after all. "Huck.." he begged, the hope in his voice had started to fade as his voice began to choke up with the tears and grief. "i can't live my life without you.." Tom said, his voice barely a whispher now. Setting Huck down on the ground, Tom stood up, unsure of where to turn to or where to go. He had to get help. Huck HAD to live.
"Somebody help!" he screamed into the darkness. The streets of London where deathly quiet. "Help!" He yelled again. but knew no help would come now.
Looking back at Huck's dead body, Tom knew The Fantom would come back for him sooner or later..and he decided he would kill The Fantom for what he had done. "If you ever come back, i'll kill you for this!" he yelled out again, hoping The Fantom was still around to hear it. He turned back to Huck, picking up his limp body there was only one thing to do.
Cry.
To be continued...
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Author's notes: Please R/R!