Confronting Weakness
Part Two: Encounter
By: Mellie
Disclaimer: Is Gundam Wing mine? Nah, but don?t think I haven?t tried!
Rating: PG (mild violence)
This chapter goes out to my beta: AnShino
It comes as if I am reliving it. Image after image assaults me until I no longer can decipher past from present.
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Now, it is night. I am relaxing in the den until Meilan has supper ready. The aromas of chicken, rice, and vegetables tantalize my empty stomach. ?You want wine with dinner??
?How about hot tea??
I set down my newspaper and go into the kitchen to begin preparing the water. The water already boiling in the kettle startles me and I turn in time to catch Meilan?s beautiful smile. ?Two steps ahead of you,? she teases.
A smile tugs gently at my mouth as I get the tea mix. Meilan?s melodic hum fills the kitchen.
The tranquil moment is interrupted as our patio door shatters. Meilan and I turn to face the intrusion. Five large men armed with semi-automatic rifles replace our door. ?There is no use for weapons anymore. Why must you continue to fight?? I ask in disgust.
Three guns swing around to face me. I cannot do anything and a growl escapes me. ?What do you want?? Meilan asks. She is no longer merry.
They laugh long and malevolent while their guns never stray from their targets?us. They advance. I set aside my glasses and nod to Meilan. We prepare to fight as the teakettle screams.
?I wouldn?t try anything if I were you,? One coming towards me taunts. He lets the barrel dance in his hand.
Out of the corner of my eye I see only one approaching Meilan. Good, they?re underestimating her. Maybe she can escape unscathed.
He seems to be toying with her by clicking the safety in and out of place.
Run, Meilan! You can make it!
My attention leaves her as four come at me. They alternate hitting me with their guns by kicking me. I defend my best, but they are prepared for my attacks. It?s as if they share thoughts as they avoid each other and pummel me.
I hear Meilan shriek, it comes from outside. I turn to see what?s going on. ?You want to see what happens to her?? One smirks at me.
Before I can break the circle of punishment and run to her, they capture me. I am tightly bound before they drag me over glass into our backyard. I catch sight of Meilan fighting with her attacker, who is now gunless.
He pushes her towards my garden, but she steers the fight to the middle of the yard. My eyes flit to see a good-sized stone behind Meilan. ?Meilan!? I cry as she falls.
A sneer pulls at her attacker?s mouth as he commences to beat her. I battle my captors and restraints to help her. Sirens begin to echo on the horizon as Meilan?s attacker flips a switchblade. The smooth edge glints in the moonlight before disappearing into her. ?Meilan!?
Our attackers then turn to flee as red and white waltzes across the neighborhood. I manage to escape my bindings and go to her. ?Meilan?? I whisper as I lay her head in my lap.
Her eyes slowly focus on me. ?Are they gone??
I nod. Her eyes close, but I know she is only thinking. I brush a few sweaty locks from her face. She?s beautiful.
Our doorbell chimes and I relinquish my position. I find the police at our door. ?I am officer Po. We?ve had a call about suspicious activity at this address. We would just like to know if everything is all right.?
I narrow my eyes at her and her partner. They stand to uphold justice, something I don?t believe in. However, I put aside my thoughts as I remember Meilan.
?I need an ambulance. My wife is in rough shape. Five men attacked us. She?s out back.?
The officer motions for her partner to call for help. She focuses on me, waiting for me to show her Meilan.
We go to her; she?s still awake. But I can tell she?s in pain. ?Meilan.?
She turns her head. ?Wufei.? A smile crosses her lips. Her face then contorts in pain.
?An ambulance will be here soon.?
The ambulance arrives and they take her. I chose not to go along. Instead, I follow on my motorcycle, the five-minute drive stretching on.
My thoughts attack me on the solitary ride. They accuse me of not doing enough to protect her. They call me weak. The longer they yell, the angrier I get at myself.
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At last I am able to free myself from the memory. Sitting in the dark, I can almost pretend it never happened. I can pretend I never met her, never loved, never had a weakness. But then it all rushes back and I am forced to live with my failure to protect me wife.
tbc?
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