Chapter 03: Shadow Games
'They are going to get him too, like Blake and everyone before him!'
"Christina, you shouldn't act like that!" She cocked her head a bit and Chrissie caught a glint of something in her eye. "I will trust you too be able to show Heero around and Anya should join school again to show him around, it would do both him and her good."
'Anya? Join school again? They were definitely after him!' Wait, but he wasn't an island child, so maybe he could escape for this madness!
"Anya, come meet our new guest here." Mrs. Shevvington replied slowly. Anya came up to him from where she set the tray of tea.
"Hello, nice to meet you." Heero thought of how she sounded broken. She outstretched her hand as if wanting him to shake her hand.
"Nice to meet you too." He clasped her hand and she shook it once or twice before letting go. She was so cold.
He saw her shiver and he realized he hadn't taken off his coat yet. He removed it, wearing a white button up shirt and a jean jacket with light blue jeans.
Chrissie felt flushed with this and Mrs. Shevvington raised an eyebrow. He draped his coat over her shoulders and she blinked at the warmth the coat gave off.
"W-What?" Anya questioned, looking at the coat in surprise.
"You were shivering, don't you have a heater in here?" He questioned her.
Anya looked at him, speechless. Mrs. Shevvington took this moment to speak. "Heero, I think it would be wise if we were to get your room ready." She smiled.
"All right, when do I start school?" He asked, grabbing his black duffel back with ease as he hoisted it up to his shoulder.
"Tomorrow," She said kindly and led him off to one of the seven guestrooms that were never occupied. 'That Lady Une or whatever said he was to have the best room in the house and she would check up on him every two months or so to see his grades and status.'
"Thank you." He said, putting his duffel bag softly on the ground.
"Tea is down stairs if you want to have some with Chrissie and Anya, my husband and I have to take Dolly out shopping for some new clothing." She left the room with a sweet smile, as she and Dolly went out the door to meet Mr. Shevvington at the school, seeing as he was a principal and only had a certain amount of time to take off from work.
Heero went down the stairs and found Anya with a blank look on her face, still wearing his coat, which she gripped tightly around her. Chrissie was looking downcast and deep in thought as he pulled up a chair, surprising them both.
"O-Oh! We didn't hear you come down the stairs." Chrissie exclaimed, usually they creaked a lot!
"Sorry, I'm not used to—…—making a lot of sound." He said looking down at the wooden table, trying to act like a normal teenager, as Une commanded. 'Just think of it like a mission,' He reminded himself.
"I'm sorry if I'm trying to pry, but why are you here?" Chrissie questioned. "If I had the choice and wasn't here to finish school because I'm an island girl, I would be elsewhere."
"I don't really have a choice." Heero mumbled a little down hearted at this.
"What?" Heero was still staring at the table, wearing his expressionless mask he had grown accustomed too.
Then she heard it, a giggle of a maniac coming from the cellar. Her head didn't jerk up, but she knew she heard it. She couldn't let Heero think she was yarning (lying).
Heero's head jerked up, but Anya hadn't even seemed to hear that laugh. "Did you hear that?" He questioned, not questioning his excellent hearing.
"What?!" Chrissie questioned with surprise, him taking it the wrong way.
"That laugh, didn't you hear it?" He asked suspiciously.
"Y-Yes..." Chrissie said, still in a state of shock that she wasn't the only one who heard it. He's more stronger than he looks to be.
"It came from the cellar." Heero hissed coldly. Chrissie was surprised how he was taking this.
"Where do you keep the flashlights?"
"I'm coming too." Chrissie spoke with determination, grabbing a flashlight from a shelf and opening the door.
"Stay behind me." Heero said in an emotionless voice and Chrissie nodded, they walked down the stairs, Heero ending up carrying her so as not to make a sound. He was silent as he carried her down the once creaking stairs.
"There's a draft on my ankles." They heard Anya mutter softly from up the stairs. Anya kept muttering: "A draft. A draft. "A draft..." She got up and shut the cellar door, locking it tight.
Soon, the light switch on top of the stairs was slowly fading as Chrissie fought the urge to rush back up the stairs, despite Heero being there to protect her.
The giggle came again, laughing at her fear as it seemed to move closer. The lights went out to the flashlight and soon the light bulb itself was dimming. It was more like fog right now.
They stopped moving and they heard a solid footstep. They knew it wasn't there own, so someone else was in there with them.
Heero's eyes adjusted to the dark and he saw a silhouette with another shadow in it's hand.
A gun. And it was pointed at them.