Chapter II

Tracker

As the sirens got nearer Tracker started to smile and waited for the police to get there. Soon the lights were flashing into the house and the sound of feet quickly making their way to the house Tracker looked at Mufasa and smiled as he let his hands down and ran to the front door.

"Police, freeze" Shouted a police officer as Tracker ran towards them. As he got closer he picked up the pace and grabbed the cop throwing himself over the cop's back and landed and started to run into the darkness. The cops raised their guns and let loose a few well aimed shots at the fleeing lion. Each one of the bullets hit their mark but the feline did not slow down or fall. The only sign that the cops have of them hitting him was bits of fur and splashes of blood left him. As they raised their guns to open fire again Mufasa came out.

"Don't shoot him he was the one who killed the burglars."

The cops looked at him and lowered their arms, and went inside the mansion to see the mess that was left for them.

When the cops stopped shooting Tracker continued to run in the dark towards the city, towards home.

When Tracker entered the city he slowed down as he entered a dark alley that he considered home and looked at the bullet wounds and noticed a stream of blood soaked fabric running down his chest. Tracker cursed himself for being so idiotic for trusting his luck, which always was short lived and always turned quickly to bad. Tracker sighs heavily as he realized that he will have to visit the only women he didn't want to see him like this.

After a long walk to the center of the city Tracker made it too a small hotel complex and went to the empty lobby and pressed the top button and waited for her to answer.

"Yes who is it?" A young women's voice said sleepily.

"It's me. I'll be up in a few minutes." Tracker said as he left the lobby and headed to the fire escape.

Making his way up the fire escape Tracker realized that he was bleeding even more and stared to feel faint. Halfway up the fire escape he was leaning lower with each step, not making it much farther he collapsed as a lovely women looked over the railing several stories up. She came around the corner at a dead run saying his name.

When Tracker woke he was looking into a pair of magnetic eyes which stared at him worriedly, with a groan he started to get off the bed he found himself in.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Asked the women hitting him in the shoulder making him groan again as pain from his wounds ripped through his body.

"Nice to see you to, and I was protecting them." Tracker said covering his eyes from the sunlight that streamed through the open widow.

Standing Tracker staggered to the bathroom where he started to remove the bandages to examine his wounds.

"I have told you many times that you still need to heal." The female said stopping him and redoing what he undid and smacked him upside the head playfully.

"How long was I out this time?" Tracker asked only to received a stern look from the female as she left the bathroom.

"What are you keeping track now of how long you stay unconscious?" She asked angrily on the edge of tears.

Looking down and away from her he dropped the question and walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "No Carolyn, I just want to know how long you've had to stay away from work because of me."

Carolyn looked at him her eyes still shimmering in tears. "Just the night" She answered leading him to the kitchen where she fixed them some breakfast.

Just as they were about to start eating a knock came from the door and Carolyn got to the door and looked through the peep hole and saw outside of the apartment was a police officer.

"Mama this is the police please open the door or we will break it down." The cop said motioning the other's to get ready. "And tell him to not even try the fire escape we got that covered too."

The female looked at Tracker and he nodded for her to open the door. She did and they cam in guns at the ready.

End of Chapter

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Dark Dragon of Sorrow