Three Days - Chapter 4
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: Yet again i have decided to add yet another chapter, just so that you readers don't have to scroll too far down, and it'll help break up the scenes and places. The character of Amena Whitehawk was thought up by my friend Kathleen Ingleby, and i was inspired to put Amena into this chapter. The Last Chapter will be chapter 5. I PROMISE.
Please R/R.!
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Three Days - Chapter 4
The remaining Special Agent that was Thomas Sawyer was leaning againest a brick wall, half in a doze. He hadn't sleep well that night. Not after witnessing Huck being murdered, that was worse than watching Injun Joe murder someone. His hands lay at his sides limply, and it was a cold morning. In his mind, he played the scenes over and over again, as if it was just a dream, and Tom would hope to wake up and find Huck trying to slap him awake. That wasn't going to happen. Tom felt distraught and somewhat weakened and miserable after his best friends death, but it was only grief, and the pain from the loss of his best friend.
A tall woman was passing through the alleyway. She was twenty one years of age, and had short, dull, red hair that hung loosly over her shoulders. The woman also beared green eyes, and had a creamy coloured skin. She was dressed in green skirts, which seemed to flow around her, and would cling to her skin as a breeze passed. She was just walking back from a morning shift at the local bank. As the red haired lady walked, she saw Tom lying with his back againest the wall, seemingly in a doze. He looked terrible. The woman lightly smiled, even though this wasn't a happy situation, but she felt she could help the young man.
She knelt down beside Tom, noticing the lifeless form of Huck still on the ground. In an instant she knew what had happened, and gazed at the two Winchesters. She placed her hand on Tom's shoulder, and nugded him gently "Excuse me sir...are you alright?" She asked timidly.
The Agents green eyes opened, and brought his head to look up at her, then shook his head lightly. Of course he wasn't alright!
"I am Amena Whitehawk, i work at the bank..i saw you and thought you might like some help..what happened to you? are you alright?" Amena questioned again.
Tom slowly sat himself up properly, stretching his legs. His green eyes were red and bloodshot from the tears from last night. He knew Amena was only trying to help, but he was still slightly cautious..could he trust Amena? "Everythings fine, you know, went out on a mission with my best friend, got surrounded, and my best friend was killed, satisfied?" Tom snapped. He had'nt meant to.
Amena was more concerned for the man now more than ever. "I'm sorry to hear that..how long did you know him?" She asked.
Tom sighed, then smiled a little at the memories that filled his mind "Since childhood.." he answered, sounding a bit miserable.
"Hurts..doesn't it? when you lose someone.." Amena stated, brushing her green skirts. "I lost my family during some bombings in London a few years ago. Didn't think i'd get over it, but i did.." She commented, then helped Tom stand up on his feet.
Tom nodded, in understanding. "I'm sorry.." he said, glancing at her. His eyes trailed towards Hucks dead body "Whats going to happen now?" he asked, more to himself than anything.
"You should report back, i'm sure the Service is wondering where you are.." Amena said, placing a hand lightly on the Americans shoulder.
Tom frowned. How did Amena know about him being a Spy? "How do you know about me?" He asked curiously.
Amena turned a bit red with embarrasment "I've read about you..they said in the papers that you are a Special Agent from America sent to London for some kind of mission." She stated, with a innocent smile. "My sources usually are reliable." Amena added.
"I see.." Tom commented, moving his hair from his eyes. Turning back to face Huck, He took the bloodied Winchester from Hucks hand, cleaned it off, and placed it in his hand, along with his own Winchester. "Well, i'm gonna go back, report, and let them re-assign the case. Re-assign it to me." Tom declared, determined to get what he wanted.
Amena sighed, not sure it would be so easy for him "you're going to kill the person who shot your friend..aren't you?" she asked.
Tom nodded quickly "Yes..i'm going to avenge his death." He replied
"But that won't do your dead friend any justice..will it?" Amena asked him, with a slight frown.
"It will. Its what he would have wanted." Tom replied simply, knowing it from the heart.
"Well, i hope you shall conquer it..it was nice to meet you...?" Amena asked, not yet getting a name.
With a faint smile, Tom told her "Tom Sawyer..and you are?" he replied, then asking the same question back.
"Amena Whitehawk, i hope we shall meet again, but under different circumstances.." She said, and turned, beginning to walk away.
Tom watched her leave, then looked at Huck, feeling a slight tear form in his eye. It would be alright. He was sure of it. He had to be strong. "I'll see you get justice Huck, i promise." He said lightly. He knew that the London police would find Huck and take it from there. He could'nt take Huck back home on his own, that would be too much of a struggle.
Taking one last look at Huck's lifless form, Tom let out a heartfelt sigh, and began to make his way back to America and the Secret Service.
To Be Continued...
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Author's notes: Please R/R!