The dinner goes by without a hitch. The guests won't stop raving about the food and conversation never lulls. I know I should be happy due to the success of this evening, but I can't help the anxiety that settles like a rock in my stomach. This entire get together feels...off. I can't help but find it strange that people who refused to talk to us only days ago are here now politely chatting with everyone in attendance. From the glances Aaron gives me throughout the meal I can tell he feels the same way.
"Quit lying Moto, no one here is going to fall for one of your stupid stories," Winston grumbles, clearly exasperated.
"I'm telling you it actually happened," Kenj retorts.
"Was this before or after that tank ran you over somehow leaving you miraculously unscathed because I remember that story too," Adam interjects.
"Whose side are you on anyway," Kenji pouts stabbing his fork into his mashed potatoes.
I decide now is a good time to begin negotiating, so I stand and clear my throat. The entire table falls silent and everyone looks up at me expectantly.
"Seeing as how the majority of us have finished our meals, I think now is a good time to begin our discussion."
Kane and Stanton exchange a glance, and Kane nods his head, "Yes," he says with his sickening smile, "it is time."
He simply stares at me for a moment then whispers, "But I'm not really one for talking." Before I can compute what he's said I hear the shatter of glass followed by excruciating pain in my shoulder. I crumple to the ground in agony. The room all of a sudden fills with shouting and gunshots and smoke. I turn my head to examine my wound and realize that I've been shot. Aaron drops down next to me and tears off a piece of the table cloth to wrap around my shoulder.
"It's okay love, you'll be fine, we can fix this," he yells desperately trying to assure both himself and I. I only offer a weak nod in response. My vision begins to blur due to the blood loss and pain.
"Love! LOVE!" Aaron shouts, "You need to stay awake! Keep your eyes on me!" I try to keep my eyes open, but my eyelids feel like they've been replaced with lead. The last things I register before I black out are his shining green eyes, and his desperate pleas for the twins.
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When I come to my entire body feels heavy. I hear a loud exchange of voices nearby. When my conscience fully returns I realize that one of those voices belongs to Aaron.
"Kishimoto," he barks, "Tell me where he is being held right this instant or I'll sentence you to a similar fate."
"I can't do that Warner, we can't run the risk of you killing him," Kenji responds with equal intensity.
I slowly blink my eyes open and spy the two of them standing in the corner. Aaron's eyes are on fire and his face is red. Kenji looks equally frustrated.
"What's the point of keeping him alive?" Aaron grits out between clenched teeth, "I want to see that bastard bleed."
"You think I don't want him to suffer too? Because I'd love to put a bullet through his head," Kenji responds, "That being said we need to interrogate him to find out if he's planning something bigger because chances are if he's willing to attempt to assassinate the Supreme he has some more things up his sleeve."
Aaron stiffly nods his head in agreement, and looks over in my direction. As soon as he sees that I'm awake he begins walking across the room towards me. He sits down in the chair set up next to my bed and takes my one of hands in two of his kissing my fingertips.
"You gave me a scare there sweetheart," he whispers.
"Sorry," I respond in a garbled whisper. Aaron hands me a cup of water from the bedside table so I can wet my throat. After taking a big gulp, I lay my head back against my pillow and close my eyes.
"What happened?" I whisper to anyone who's willing to answer. After a few seconds of silence I look over at Aaron.
"Kane had a sniper on the roof," his expression is dark and his tone is angry, "After you were shot they threw smoke bombs, all of them escaped except for Kane who tripped on his way out. He's being held somewhere in the base, but no one will tell me where," he adds glaring at Kenji.
"Like I said, just let us chat with the dude first, and then you can have your merry way with him," Kenji responds.
Aaron turns to me suddenly as if something's dawned on him, "Why didn't you have your abilities turned on?" he asks.
"I didn't want to run the risk of touching and killing anyone," I respond.
"You knew something like this could of happened, so why-"
"Alright! Alright!" Kenji interjects cutting Aaron off, "You two can continue your little lover's spat later on, but right now we have bigger issues to deal with."
"Aaron, could you run upstairs and get my suit for me?" I ask.
"No absolutely not," Aaron responds already understanding what I'm about to do, "you need to rest."
"Take me to him," I say.
"No-," Kenji cuts in.
"Take me to him," I reiterate. When they see the hard glint in my eyes they stop trying to talk me out of it.
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