24-Aug-2000
I know probably very few of you (if any) remember this story (one I started back June 9th), and just today my muse finally came out of its coma... The fic, btw, appears to have share some of the same ideas that I've seen in the previews of the movie (aptly titled) "The Watcher" starring Keanu Reaves (and several other people whose names I can't remember). I can assure you that the previous sections and this and all the following sections have absolutely nothing to do with the movie - it's all off the top of my head (and some of it is quite personal). Okay, so maybe nobody has even given any of this a single thought, but I figured I'd say something just to be safe. ^_^
Disclaimers: Bad language, death, and bad writing in this section. Duo and Heero are (unfortunately) owned by big corporations that are not properly utilizing them. The story and the person telling it belong to me. For the previous three sections, please visit Tyr's site
Many thanks to those who have expressed interest in this fic, and I am must offer my most humble apologies for not having written anything on this since June 19th... And a special glomp for Tyr for not only hosting my fic, but for holding your breath for so long! *g*
And of course to my kindred spirit, Julie, whom I love dearly.
I woke up in a cold sweat later that night, dizzy and pained, and turned the monitors back on.
Their room was dark, I could hear only quiet breathing, but I could still clearly see the two lying peacefully in their bed. In the spoons position, Duo's arm draped protectively over Heero who was, in the deepest of sleeps, holding Duo's hand. My eyes felt strange, something I hadn't felt since I was a child. Some sort of excess moisture.
A tear.
Four in the morning, according to the clock. I couldn't go back to sleep. I wiped the moisture away with the back of my sleeve and attributed it to my lack of sleep as of late.
With nothing else to do, I turned on my laptop and started typing.
I woke up groggy later on that morning to the sounds of lovemaking in the apartment across the hall.
I realized I was still a little shaky from last night. My hand trembled as I reached over to turn off the microphone.
My laptop was still on, a document open that I had started typing earlier before I fell asleep. The word 'alone' filled several pages. What's wrong with me? Why, after all these years, do I suddenly feel so pained?
I had become so lost in thought that I almost didn't notice the two slipping out of their apartment, walking slowly towards the elevator at the end of the hallway.
I switched to the tap I had made in the elevator camera, and noticed a man standing there that I hadn't seen in the building before, but he looked familiar somehow. I couldn't put my finger on it exactly but he looked like trouble. He stepped out of the elevator as they stepped in, completely oblivious to the quick check he made of them. Now I knew why he was there.
He was my new replacement.
The elevator door closed and I turned my attention back to the hallway cameras, watching the man look around quickly. He stopped in front of their door and took out a small black box the size of a credit card and the width of a remote control. He stuck it on the door and pushed a small green button which turned a red light on - but the red gave way to a green light in a matter of seconds. The door slowly opened and he took another look around the hallway before stepping in and closing the door quietly behind him.
It was time. Assuming there were no interruptions, I could get rid of the guy quickly and quietly with enough time to spare to build a house. But assumptions led to mistakes, and there is no room for mistakes now.
I took my gun, checked the clip and then tightened the silencer just to make sure. I flicked off the safety, stood up, took a deep breath, and made my way out of my apartment.
The guy had neglected to relock their door, making my entry all too easy. I stepped inside, gun at the ready, locked the door behind me and walked slowly toward the bedroom - where I had seen him heading just before I left.
He was looking through a drawer by their bed, looking for what I don't know - the original mission I was handed was just to kill them, not to look for some secret plans to anything (which I doubt they would have anyways - they appeared to be trying to lead normal lives). I pointed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger.
*click*
Shit shit shit shit SHIT!
He turned around, brandishing a ridiculously large knife and charged at me. I dropped my gun and, in one quick motion, grabbed his hand and twisted it around and back, plunging the knife deep into his gut. He gave me a look of complete surprise, his brown eyes pleading silently with me for mercy. My response for his plea was to twist the knife a few times and move it upwards toward his ribcage. He cried out silently, blood rushing from his mouth and the new six inch hole I had given him. His eyes rolled back and he slumped to the floor. I released his grip on the knife and took it out of him, gripping the handle so hard my knuckles turned white.
Blood. So much blood. It was pooling around his body and my mind was racing on how to clean the mess up before they got back.
Something hit the floor behind me with a loud thump, I turned around quickly, holding the knife at the ready in case this guy wasn't alone. But instead of being greeted with the site of some other unlucky soon-to-be-dead-asshole, stood a very shocked and confused Duo and Heero standing in the doorway to the bedroom.
"I know this looks bad, but it's not what you think," I said, trying desperately to cover myself if it was indeed still possible.
"How can it not be what I'm thinking?" Heero yelled. "There's a fucking DEAD GUY next to my bed and you're holding the biggest knife I've ever seen. How the FUCK could it not be what I'm thinking?!?!"
Duo reached to the side and picked up something and put it behind his back.
"Drop the knife pal," he ordered, "unless you want to end up like your friend there."
I let my grip on the knife relax slowly until it slipped from my grasp and landed on the floor with a loud thud.
"Look," I said quietly, "before you call the police let me explain what's going on here."
"Alright, but you'd better have a damn good explanation to keep either of us from calling," Heero growled.
"It all started a few months ago..."
End Part 4
(:./siberiant/watcher4)
