Chapter Seven
Screaming filled the air and the copper-like smell of blood was overwhelming. Heero knelt on the floor cradling Relena in his arms. She was bleeding from the stomach and her soft green eyes were filled with pain. Heero felt the tears running down his cheeks as he held her close.
"Heero…" She whispered.
"Shh," He hushed. "Don't talk. You'll be fine." His voice sounded foreign to him, as though someone were speaking through him.
She smiled sadly. "I love you Heero…" A coughing fit silenced her and suddenly she was still.
Heero sat bolt upright holding his gun towards the silent door. He was breathing heavily and his body was drenched in sweat. He could still feel the tears on his cheeks. He slowly lowered the gun and looked down at his lap. Another nightmare; he couldn't live like this. He had a very bad feeling that Relena was in danger; that Sally was trying to protect the wrong people.
He shook his head and sighed. Tucking his gun back underneath his pillow, he stood and walked to the door. Maybe a glass of warm milk would help him sleep. He opened the door and walked into the darkened living room. A soft thud made him look up just in time to see the front door closing silently. Heero's war instincts flared up and he ran to the door throwing it open. A shadowy figure could be seen running along the beach. Heero glared and ran back into his room. He threw his pillow to the floor. Palming his gun, he turned and bolted back out of the door letting it slam noisily behind him hoping it would awaken the other pilots.
The figure was just disappearing around a large pile of rock when Heero left the house. He cocked his gun while he ran, hoping to catch whoever had found them. Part of his brain screamed that it was just a tourist who got lost and was just exploring, but his gut told him that wasn't the case. The door closed far too quietly to be anything but purposeful and besides, who would enter a house built into a cliff face without a goal in mind? Heero turned the corner and froze, his gun pointing forward. The figure was gone and nothing but the sound of the waves could be heard. Heero remained frozen on the spot, his ever watchful eyes searching. When nothing moved for half and hour, he finally sighed and relaxed. He cursed himself for letting the figure go and silently trudged back to the safe house.
Heero opened the front door and before his foot could land on the inner wooden floor, Duo had tackled him.
"Heero, are you alright? What's going on? We heard a slam."
Heero pushed Duo off and closed the door. He collapsed on one of the arm chairs to catch his breath and looked up at his friends. All of them had a worried look and Heero almost felt bad to tell them what he saw. He turned to Trowa, who was known for being the most responsible out of them all.
"Call Sally." Trowa didn't argue, he rushed back to his room to find his cell phone. Heero turned to Wufei next. "Activate lock down." Wufei could hear the urgency in his voice so he didn't argue either. Instead he ran to the front wall and smashed the large red button. The noisy blast doors began to close and the other pilots stared worriedly at Heero. Trowa returned and started dialing once the doors had closed. He turned to Heero with the phone pressed to his ear.
"What do I tell her?"
Heero sighed and turned back to the closed metal doors. "Tell her…we have a problem."
Heero explained what he saw to the others while Trowa relayed the message to Sally. After a few silent minutes that were interrupted every now and then with a "yes ma'am" or "no ma'am" from Trowa, the tall circus performer hung up the phone and turned back to his friends. Quatre looked nervously over at his friend.
"What did she say?" The small blond asked.
Trowa sighed and sat down. "She said we should remain under lockdown until they can get a team here. She's already preparing our next safe house."
The others nodded silently and Heero stared down at his bare feet. The night wind had nearly frozen them, but that wasn't what he was thinking of. He was wondering what that figure could have wanted. If his hunch was right, and it usually was, that figure was Reigo DeNadda; but if that was true, why didn't he just kill them while they slept? If they were all such easy targets, why not just finish them off? Quatre could sense Heero's confusion and sat down on the couch and looked at him.
"You're wondering why he didn't just kill us." It wasn't a question.
Over the years Heero had grown accustomed to Quatre's "way of knowing" and only nodded his head. "If he had us all asleep, why didn't he just finish it?" He turned to Quatre. "I don't like it."
Quatre nodded and sighed. "Neither do I." He leaned back and looked at the others. "But I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of him."
Well, there's chapter seven! Thanks again to Demain Matin. I totally appreciate the reveiw! I hope everyone is enjoying the story because the good stuff is just beginning! Enjoy!
