Chapter eight
She woke up to a steady throb in her legs when she stood up to go to the bathroom. She was so tired, that she flopped back down on the bed after she relieved herself, and went back to sleep. She didn't notice the blood stain in the bed.
The next time she woke, was to a constant knocking on her door. She got up and pulled her stolen clothes on, yelling, "Hold on."
She walked to the door, and opened it to find the owner and two cops behind him.
"What's going on here," she questioned, fully annoyed that she had been wakened.
"Mam, you fit the description of a woman who attacked a man in an alley today, stole his money, his clothes, and left him there to bleed to death. We have eye witnesses that say you came this way," one of the officers said, as if he were reading it off a piece of paper.
She just looked at him, and then they advanced on her.
"You have the right to remain silent, everything..."
He had already started to put the hand cuffs on her, but she finally came to her senses, now that she was more awake, and broke them off. She punched him squarely in the jaw, sending him into the other officer and owner. They fell over on the floor, and she jumped over them, and down the staircase, landing on the floor with a painful stab running up her legs. She ran out of the motel, barefoot, with no one following her.
She needed to find Duo and the others, but she didn't know where to look. The Doctor's house had been burned down, and he was dead. She didn't know where else to find them. Maybe if she found a computer, she could find them...
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They had all decided to go back to Quatre's mansion, and stay there for awhile. When they arrived, they all received a room of their own. Duo went to his room immediately, and laid down on the bed.
He just lay there for hours, thinking about how much he hated the war, how he hated the killing, the pain, the loneliness. Until he found her. Even though they hadn't been with each other for long, he just seemed to connect with her. He could actually talk to her, and it not be the mask, but himself.
God, he was sick of pain, he just wanted it to end. He wanted it all to just end.
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She tracked them down to the Winner Mansion, where Quatre lived. She would have to get some other clothes, some more money, and sneak onto a shuttle going to that colony. So far, she had managed the clothes and money, now she just needed to get on the shuttle.
She had stolen a pair of blue jeans, a long-sleeved black shirt, some under clothes, and a pair of shoes, while pretending to shop at a mall. She tried in vain to not let the blood soak through her clothes, but they did anyway. But, no one seemed to notice. She than stole a woman's purse, and used the money for a taxi to the airport.
'So far, so good. No one has noticed me.'
She sneaked into one of the luggage ports and found a comfortable place to rest during her trip. The shuttle started a few minutes later, and was now making its way to the colony.
Duo ran his fingers through his loose hair, and jumped in the shower. He stayed in there, just rinsing himself off, until the water got cold. When he got out, he wrapped himself up in a towel, and began to ring his hair out. It would take forever to dry his hair, but than again, he had all the time in the world. He went to go sit on the bed, and began brushing his hair with a comb. He turned the T.V. on, and flipped through the channels, at the same time.
When she arrived on the colony, she attacked one of the workers that came to unload the luggage, and stole his clothes. She got away without being noticed, and flagged down a cab outside. She told the driver the address, and they pulled out into traffic.
Duo began to braid his hair, now that it was dry, and wavy. It took him about an hour to braid it. After that, he put his normal outfit on, and walked out of his room, and down the stairs. He was glad no one was in the kitchen, as he opened one of the drawers, and looked around for something. When he found it, he placed it in his pocket, looked around, to make sure no one was there, and walked back up to his room.
When he got there, he pulled the object from his pocket.
He held the box cutter in his hand, and stared at it for awhile, before pulling the blade out of it. He fingered it in his hand, and cut his finger open.
'Good, its nice and sharp,' he thought to himself.
He walked into the bathroom, and left the door open.
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