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Being Human	By : greengal48 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Het - Male/Female Views: 1025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. Nor am I making money from publishing this! It’s purely for fun. I do, however, own Lea Zikamo and all the other original characters. Enough said.

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Chapter 15: Death, Perfection, A Mystery, A Dragon and The Lightning Count A.K.A. “Oh… Allah…” – Part 2

It was a few minutes into the drive when Kayhill turned on his squad car’s light and sped up. WuFei wasted no time catching up and staying with Kayhill. No questions were asked or even a hint of puzzlement expressed by either of them. Both knew what was wrong.

The two vehicles flew down the windy country roads. As they neared the Zikamo house, flames were clearly visible. Smoke billowed forth from the huge fires. Everything was set ablaze; the barn, the workshop, the house. That last fact sent Heero’s pulse racing.

“Lea…”

WuFei caught the tone of fear in Heero’s voice. It was not unexpected. Their conversation had made Heero’s intentions towards Lea crystal clear to WuFei. Yet, it was still surprising and a little unnerving. “Are you going to wig out on me?”

Heero blinked, snapping out of his worry filled stupor. A second’s worth of confusion flashed through his Prussian blues before icing over. “No,” was his calm, emotionless reply.

Feeling better, WuFei nodded. “There’s a gun in the glove compartment and one under the seat. Both are loaded. Extra ammo is in the backseat cushions.” He paused long enough to gage how far they were from the chaos. “Crash in or go by foot?”

Heero took the gun from under the seat, checked it and stuffed it in the back of his pants. “You crash in.” He unbuckled his strap and opened his door, “I’m going by foot.” Heero tossed himself out of the still rapidly moving car before WuFei had a chance to respond. He instantly tucked his body in such a way that he would role to a stop without hurting himself too much. Shaking off the pain and gravel, he darted into the trees that blocked him from Lea’s house.

“Crazy ass bastard…” WuFei growled as he successfully closed the passenger door and maintained his speed and control over the car. He caught a glimpse of Heero dashing into the trees in his rearview mirror. “Still loony as ever…” With a sigh, he returned his attention to the task at hand: providing cover for Heero, keeping Kayhill alive, and buying time for Trowa, Duo and Quatre. Yup. Same old, same old.

~::*::~

Trowa’s body felt stiff with every nerve ending screaming at any movement. Around him was blazing destruction. What was once the living room was now a chaotic mess of burning furniture and broken down walls. He pushed some of the debris off of him. A quick scan told him that something like a rocket was shot into the house. It hit the kitchen but luckily it didn’t rupture the gas line… yet.

Duo was last known to be in the dinning area. Quatre was somewhere near the area. Trowa made his way towards the hall when he heard footsteps behind him. He dodged a shot, grabbed a flaming board and swung. It connected earning a painful yelp from the assailant.

Trowa wasted no time going for the gun first. It was wrenched from the assailant’s hand, yet tossed into a ring of flames due to the struggle. A fist landed against Trowa’s jaw knocking him back a bit. It was enough room for the attacker’s hands to find his neck. Trowa broke his hold by knocking his arms outward from his body. Trowa’s own fist connected with the masked jaw of the assailant, then the stomach, finishing with an uppercut.

A click was heard behind him. Trowa dropped. The gunshot caught his attacker off guard. Trowa didn’t bother to check if it was a fatal or not. He went for the new guy’s gun, taking it apart with one hand. His elbow smashed into the new guy’s face. This face wasn’t covered. It belonged to Robert Carter. ‘The M.C.C. are in this!’

The blow gave Robert a bloody nose. He stumbled back wiping the blood off with the back of his hand. “You little…” he started to say only to be cut off by a swift chop to the neck. Robert crumpled to the floor unconscious.

Gunshots rang out in the direction of the dinning room. Trowa dashed towards it only to be stopped yet again. The smoke in the hall was thick but he was able to make out Quatre in the hall struggling with someone. Relena was tossed over another person’s shoulder while Lea was tucked under the third person’s arm. Both women were knocked out. All three men were masked.

“Down!”

Trowa did as told. So did Quatre. The three men froze like a bunch of deer caught in the beams of a set of headlights. The one Quatre was fighting with caught a bullet in the head and dropped instantly. The next shots clipped the attackers in the knees. Lea and Relena tumbled to the floor as their would-be kidnappers struggled to remain standing. Quatre and Trowa dashed forward to gather up Lea and Relena.

“We’ve got to get out of here!” Duo yelled over the crackle and pop of the raging fires around them. “This place is gonna blow!”

“Where’s Janis?” Quatre asked, slinging his still unconscious wife over his shoulder. Once glance at Trowa’s face gave him his answer. His stomach twisted as he followed Trowa’s gaze to the pile of rubble before them. Under it was Janis’ lifeless from covered with soot and blood with a big piece of debris wedged into his back. “Allah…”

Some explosions from the front of the house and gunshots reminded them of the immediate issue. A car horn beeped SOS from where the commotion was outside. Without any further explanation, the three of them darted out of what was left of the front door.

~::*::~

Explosions and gunshots rang out all around him. Several people tried to stop him. They failed, of course. Each one dieing at his hands. None of it, not the commotion or the people blocking his way, mattered to him. Only one thing kept him focused: he needed to reach the house. He needed to get to her.

Two cars rammed their way through the barricade of policemen and people just as Heero reached the tree line at the edge of Lea’s garden. People either flew into the air or dove out of the way. Those out of the path of the crazy drivers shot at them. WuFei popped out of his car, which was between the other car and the growing crowd of armed people. He shot into the crowd causing them to scatter. The other car, Kayhill’s car, honked an SOS code. It was parked with the passenger doors facing the huge hole that was the house’s front door.

‘Brilliant!’ Heero pulled his gun and added extra cover as Trowa, Quatre and Duo dashed out of the flaming house. Heero noted the unconscious forms of Lea and Relena on Trowa’s and Quatre’s shoulder. Janis wasn’t with them. His attention faltered as worry gripped him.

It was all Alistair needed. He slammed into Heero knocking the gun out of his hand. They rolled from each other springing to their feet in a crouched position. Alistair was grinning like a cat would – if it could – as it stalked it’s pray. He had every reason to be. From a textbook point of view, Alistair had the advantage.

First, In Alistair’s hand was a knife. Heero had nothing. His gun was knocked away. He would have to risk an injury to get it back for it had landed behind Alistair. Secondly, Alistair was full of energy. Heero was tired from the sprint from the road to Lea’s house plus the still-not-healed wounds he received back at the fair. Third, while Heero’s pals were climbing in a car that was bound for safety, Alistair had his crew of goons at his beck and call.

Yeah, he had this…

Dozens of scenarios played out in Heero’s head. Most ended the way he wanted but it would cost him. His goal was to keep Alistair alive so he could watch him rot in jail. But Alistair was a killer. Heero could see in Alistair’s eyes that he wanted to kill or be killed. Heero had no intentions of dying.

‘So be it.’

Heero let Alistair make the first move. It was a series of swiping moves with the knife. He easily dodged them. It was when Alistair added punches and kicks to the attack that Heero started to have problems. Fatigue was catching up with him quickly. The wound at his head and side was shooting with pain. He was slowing down despite the concentration techniques he had mastered so well. It had to end… Now. ‘Wait for the right opening…’

Alistair felt his pulse quicken with excitement. Heero’s movements were becoming sluggish. Alistair was able to land more punches and kicks. Heero still dodged the knife swings. It didn’t matter to Alistair. He figured if the wore Heero down a little more, then he would move in for the kill. Besides, Heero was looking like he was going to give up any second. He was gasping for air and favoring his side. The wound had reopened, blood stained his shirt. Oh, yeah. Alistair had this… He lunged for Heero sweeping at him with the knife.

‘There!’ Heero grabbed Alistair’s wrist with the knife and twisted with all his might. The knife popped free of his grip. Heero caught it in mid air and, while Alistair was too occupied with his broken wrist, tripped him to the floor. He dropped with Alistair pinning him to the ground by straddling his chest. The knife was lodged into Alistair’s throat. Heero watched with great satisfaction as the life ebbed out of Alistair’s eyes.

Shouts, gunshots and tire’s squealing brought Heero back from his happy place. A series of small explosions erupted from the house. The main gas line was reached and about to blow. Heero sprinted from the house back into the tree line just in the nick of time. Pieces of the house shot by him as he ducked behind a tree.

~::*::~

‘Oh, yeah. Sure!’ Kayhill thought sarcastically as he sped away from the chaos. ‘He says, “We’ll keep the explosions down to a minimum.” Does this look like a minimum to you?’

In the back seat lay the unconscious forms of Relena and Lea and Quatre. All of them were covered in soot but Lea had large blood stains on her clothes. Quatre was too busy giving them cover to look the women over for injuries. ‘A safe place first, then check them out…’

Kayhill slammed on the gas and shot through the newly reformed barricade of people, his people… Or so he thought. There were a few faces he recognized and even suspected but most of the department had shown up. The fury inside him numbed any concern he would have had for their safety as he plowed through them for the second time.

He glanced at the rearview mirror to see if the others were ok. Duo, Trowa and WuFei launched themselves into the scattered crowd. The house exploded into a glorious fireball. The shockwave made the car swerve knocking out the back windows. Quatre ducked covering the women. Kayhill fought for control and won.

The battered car shot onto the main street bound for town. Rapidly fading into the distance was the fireball that once was the Zikamo’s house. Kayhill bellowed, “Are you alright back there?”

“Yes,” Quatre answered glancing behind them. “But we’ve picked up a tail.” Another pair of headlights quickly caught up with them. There was no gunfire from them nor was it trying to ram them. Quatre squinted his eyes. Barely did he make out the preferred vehicle model of none other than Zechs Marques, A.K.A Milliardo Peacecraft. The headlights flickered twice.

“What the hell do they want?” Kayhill panicked. “Who are they?!”

“Friends,” Quatre answered brightly. “Pull over. Don’t worry. It’s alright.”

Reluctantly, Kayhill did as instructed. He stepped out with gun drawn and aimed right at the driver side of the other car. “Come out slowly with your hands up.”

“Kayhill!” Quatre snapped as he climbed out of the car. “Stop it! They’re…”

“You’ll never change, will you, Quatre?” Noin stepped out of her car. The dark blue color of her Preventer uniform made it difficult to see her behind the glare of the lights yet, they could tell she stood with her hands up. . Kayhill still had his gun aimed at her. She lowered her hands a bit, smiling at the both of them. “He’s always been so trusting.”

“I would have known, Noin.” Quatre retorted slightly annoyed. How many times did he have to explain that to her? Noin merely shrugged her response. “For the last time, Kayhill: Put that away!” He glared at the sheriff as he hesitated for a second before complying. Turning his attention back to Noin, Quatre said, “Relena and Lea were knocked out. The house exploded and we left the others behind. They may need backup and…”

Noin walked up to Quatre and patted him on the shoulder. “It’s alright. Let’s focus on getting them to safety.”

“But…” he started to argue.

“Don’t worry about them, Quatre,” she soothed. “Zechs has it under control.”

The blond Arabian’s beautiful blues widened in shock filled disbelief. “HE’S HERE?!” Suddenly fear gripped him as he turned towards the distant flames. “Oh… Allah…”

~::*::~

Duo staggered to his feet. The last explosion had knocked out nearly all of their opponents. It would have done the same for him but years of learning how to survive a shockwave like that had been engraved into him. He merely acted out of habit.

A quick survey revealed to Duo that Trowa and WuFei faired well, too. Smoke billowed making vision a little difficult. Bits of the house laid everywhere. Some people were moving to stand but couldn’t for one reason or another. Stepping over them was someone Duo wasn’t expecting to see at that moment. “Heero!”

He looked like he had been dragged through hell. His hair was messier than usual, clothes bloody, sooty and tattered. Although each step he made was sluggish, the look in his eyes was far from tired. They showed he was pissed… and not looking at any of them at all.

Duo followed his gaze to a man standing behind him. He was so clean looking dressed in his three piece suit, neatly kept hair and jewels on his fingers. In one of his hands was an automatic gun aimed at them. In the other was a classic Englishmen walking cane. He looked so out of place that Duo had a hard time believing his eyes.

“I wouldn’t if I were you,” the man calmly chastised WuFei for reaching for the gun on the ground by his feet. The young Asian stood slowly, eyes narrowing. The man’s composer didn’t falter under his glare. Instead he returned it with a scowl. “The four of you have been the thorns in my side for the last time.”

He raised the automatic, ready to fire when Trowa asked in a loud voice, “Can you repeat that last part?” The serious yet apologetic expression on his face made the man pause in confusion and Duo laugh. Trowa stuck a finger into his ear and wiggled it. “I can barely hear you over the ringing in my ears.”

The disbelief at what Trowa said and anger he felt for not being taken seriously blinded the man to what was happening around him. Trowa had seen movement behind the man, recognized the person as a Preventer. The person positioned himself behind the jeweled man. Trowa’s snide remark bought him enough time to wrap one arm around the man’s neck and yank the automatic out of his hand. A well placed punch to the side dropped the man to his knees.

The long blond haired Preventer grabbed the man by his curly dark locks and yanked. “Mr. Cicero Tallarico, I presume?”

Duo clapped Trowa on the back, laughing, “That was a good one!”

“What?” Trowa responded loudly.

Behind them all, Heero dropped to the ground.

~::*::~

A/N: Damn me and these cliffies. Honestly, I tried not to do this to you but… You can clearly see the results for yourself. I humbly apologize. *bows and clears throat* Anywho, chapter 16 is currently in the works and will be posted as soon as it is beta-ed.
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Chapter 15: Death, Perfection, A Mystery, A Dragon and The Lightning Count A.K.A. “Oh… Allah…” – Part 2