LEGACY CH:5- Attack
Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 8:31 pm
LEGACY
Author: lilly23
Rating:PG-13 for violence and some senusality, but it might change in much later chapters of story even turn R but I would inform you when that comes.
Summary:
How would Heero Yuy react if he meets the young woman who bore his last name and claims that she was his daughter? Will he shoo her out claiming he had no child for it was only a scheme or will he accept her into his family?
CH:5- Attack
Heero followed the girl but kept some distance not wanting to be noticed yes for the safety measures and for her own sake to know who he was. It will be a time before he approach her and ask the question but for now he waited for her to show up. She was long gone staying in the hotel Regina and the day turned into the night. It was a time for him to get going and something was not right at all. Finally he saw her coming out from the hotel. Heero watched her step into the dark night, elegant and composed in her white evening suit. It was one of those moments of personal enjoyment that he would not have minded lasting. He felt into the motion and stepped from the car keeping the distance walking after her his dark clothing mingling with the darkness itself.
Somewhere in the night Marie Helene screamed. Heero yanked out his gun and broke into the run in the direction of the screaming. He hit the dark sidewalk running, looking everywhere for Marie. Beneath his feet, glass crunched. His head jerked up. Above him the lamp lights were shattered, and out along the curb, no lights were presented at the street's lamp posts. Who ever they were, they were thorough. They must have used the silencers, or he would have heard noise. Gathering rain clouds blocked all moonlight and star shine. The whole street was dark, full of impenetrable shadows. As his heart thudded against his ribs, Yuy spotted four figures. From the ski masks and athletic shoes, they were clothed completely in black and therefore almost invisible. They were heaving and wrestling a violently resisting Marie into an equally black van. She was a streak of white, tape across her mouth, as she valiantly tried to fight them off.
He altered the course and put on a burst of speed, heading for the van and Marie. Faster, he told himself. Faster. But as he neared, a single, silenced gunshot made a loud pop in the quiet night. A bullet whined past so close that it singed his cheek. His ear rung and for a long moment he thought his head was going to crack open with pain. He blinked furiously as he dove to the street, made himself roll and then spring up, the gun poised out in front of him, ready to fire. A wave of nausea wracked him. Had he reinjured his head? He blinked harder, forced himself to concentrate, and saw they had forced Marie into the van. He ran again, his feet pounding fury shaking him. He raised his gun and fired a warning shot into the ground at the feet of one of the men who were trying to kidnap Marie.
"Stop!" Heero bellowed." Stop, or I'll kill you all!" His head throbbed. He kept blinking.
Two of the attackers spun expertly, crouched, and squeezed off rounds, forcing Yuy to hit ground again. As he raised up, aiming the gun, the pair leaped into the van next to Marie, while the third jumped into the passenger seat struggled to close the door as the van ground gears and sped backward out of the driveway. The side door was still open. Heero aimed for the tires, squeezing off careful rounds. But there was a forth man. As he ran alongside the van, preparing to leap inside through the open sliding door, the man fired back at Heero. Two of the kidnapper?s shots bit into the pavement, sending chunks of concrete thudding into the back of Yuy's head.
He swore, rolled away, and fired. His bullet hit the forth man in the back just as he had turned to jump inside the van. Blood sprayed out into the dark air, and the man's body arched in a bow. His hand slid off where he gripped the door handle, and he fell screaming as the rear wheel powered over him. Tires screeching, the van sped on out into the street and away. Bourne chased after it, panting. As his feet hammed, his muscles began to ache. He ran until his heart thundered and the van turned the corner and disappeared, a pair of red taillights the only sign that it existed and had not been a part of some twisted nightmare.
He stopped and leaned over, gasping for breath. He propped his empty hand and his gun hand on his thighs as he tried to fill his lungs. He hurt all over. And Marie was gone. At last he caught his breath. He filled his lungs and stood up upright in a pool of yellow lamplight. His gun hand dangled at his side. He closed his eyes and inhaled, mentally testing his head. His mind. It did not hurt, and he was no longer dizzy. He was beginning to think he did have a mild concussion from the before that had caused the amnesia. He had to be more careful, but he was not going to stop.
Cursing, he ran back to where the fourth attacker lay facedown and unmoving on the dark Siene-Denis driveway, blood oozing out beneath. Heero checked him. He was dead. In the distance the police sirens began to wail and Heero lift his head, listening. He must not be found here and with contains so the dead man's pockets, he hurried away.
TBC...
Author: lilly23
Rating:PG-13 for violence and some senusality, but it might change in much later chapters of story even turn R but I would inform you when that comes.
Summary:
How would Heero Yuy react if he meets the young woman who bore his last name and claims that she was his daughter? Will he shoo her out claiming he had no child for it was only a scheme or will he accept her into his family?
CH:5- Attack
Heero followed the girl but kept some distance not wanting to be noticed yes for the safety measures and for her own sake to know who he was. It will be a time before he approach her and ask the question but for now he waited for her to show up. She was long gone staying in the hotel Regina and the day turned into the night. It was a time for him to get going and something was not right at all. Finally he saw her coming out from the hotel. Heero watched her step into the dark night, elegant and composed in her white evening suit. It was one of those moments of personal enjoyment that he would not have minded lasting. He felt into the motion and stepped from the car keeping the distance walking after her his dark clothing mingling with the darkness itself.
Somewhere in the night Marie Helene screamed. Heero yanked out his gun and broke into the run in the direction of the screaming. He hit the dark sidewalk running, looking everywhere for Marie. Beneath his feet, glass crunched. His head jerked up. Above him the lamp lights were shattered, and out along the curb, no lights were presented at the street's lamp posts. Who ever they were, they were thorough. They must have used the silencers, or he would have heard noise. Gathering rain clouds blocked all moonlight and star shine. The whole street was dark, full of impenetrable shadows. As his heart thudded against his ribs, Yuy spotted four figures. From the ski masks and athletic shoes, they were clothed completely in black and therefore almost invisible. They were heaving and wrestling a violently resisting Marie into an equally black van. She was a streak of white, tape across her mouth, as she valiantly tried to fight them off.
He altered the course and put on a burst of speed, heading for the van and Marie. Faster, he told himself. Faster. But as he neared, a single, silenced gunshot made a loud pop in the quiet night. A bullet whined past so close that it singed his cheek. His ear rung and for a long moment he thought his head was going to crack open with pain. He blinked furiously as he dove to the street, made himself roll and then spring up, the gun poised out in front of him, ready to fire. A wave of nausea wracked him. Had he reinjured his head? He blinked harder, forced himself to concentrate, and saw they had forced Marie into the van. He ran again, his feet pounding fury shaking him. He raised his gun and fired a warning shot into the ground at the feet of one of the men who were trying to kidnap Marie.
"Stop!" Heero bellowed." Stop, or I'll kill you all!" His head throbbed. He kept blinking.
Two of the attackers spun expertly, crouched, and squeezed off rounds, forcing Yuy to hit ground again. As he raised up, aiming the gun, the pair leaped into the van next to Marie, while the third jumped into the passenger seat struggled to close the door as the van ground gears and sped backward out of the driveway. The side door was still open. Heero aimed for the tires, squeezing off careful rounds. But there was a forth man. As he ran alongside the van, preparing to leap inside through the open sliding door, the man fired back at Heero. Two of the kidnapper?s shots bit into the pavement, sending chunks of concrete thudding into the back of Yuy's head.
He swore, rolled away, and fired. His bullet hit the forth man in the back just as he had turned to jump inside the van. Blood sprayed out into the dark air, and the man's body arched in a bow. His hand slid off where he gripped the door handle, and he fell screaming as the rear wheel powered over him. Tires screeching, the van sped on out into the street and away. Bourne chased after it, panting. As his feet hammed, his muscles began to ache. He ran until his heart thundered and the van turned the corner and disappeared, a pair of red taillights the only sign that it existed and had not been a part of some twisted nightmare.
He stopped and leaned over, gasping for breath. He propped his empty hand and his gun hand on his thighs as he tried to fill his lungs. He hurt all over. And Marie was gone. At last he caught his breath. He filled his lungs and stood up upright in a pool of yellow lamplight. His gun hand dangled at his side. He closed his eyes and inhaled, mentally testing his head. His mind. It did not hurt, and he was no longer dizzy. He was beginning to think he did have a mild concussion from the before that had caused the amnesia. He had to be more careful, but he was not going to stop.
Cursing, he ran back to where the fourth attacker lay facedown and unmoving on the dark Siene-Denis driveway, blood oozing out beneath. Heero checked him. He was dead. In the distance the police sirens began to wail and Heero lift his head, listening. He must not be found here and with contains so the dead man's pockets, he hurried away.
TBC...
