Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Lion and the Lamb ❯ Lion and the Lamb Chapter 2: The Lion ( Chapter 2 )
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By: DeityofDeath 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 251 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 251 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Lion and the LambAuthor: DeityOfDeathArchive: Yes please......Pairings: 3x4. 4x3Category: Drama, romanceRating: NC-17/RSpoilers: Maybe.Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, RapeDisclaimers: I never have nor will I ever own Gundam Wing or its chars. They are property of Bandai and a few other major companies.
Lion and the Lamb Chapter 2: The Lion
There he stood. He smiled playfully causing those turquoise eyes to sparkle in the light of the desert sun. He was gorgeous. Are you supposed to call a man gorgeous? Is he a man? We aren't that old physically. We have old souls, he and I. His blonde hair curls slightly and it is fun to watch out of the corner of my eye as the breeze plays with it ever so gently like I wish to do. I am pretty sure he would welcome my advances and I am pretty sure that we would both reap the benefit of each others company like we always do, but part of me is afraid. I lose those that I care for and I do not want to lose him. I don't think I could bare it. Could he bare my loss?
He stood there, a million thoughts crossing his mind just like the expressions that crossed his face. He was adorable. I wonder if he knew that his face changed with every thought that crossed his mind. If I told him he would hide his facial expressions more carefully and I would morn the loss of his beautiful expressions in my presence. He turned to look at me and smiled. My heart did a flip. It was fleeting when he turned to face the dunes again. The wind was stopping. We were to start on our mission again. Blow up a base; destroy the evidence, the usual. He seemed lost in thought and as much as I hated to spoil his fun, I cleared my throat and looked at me blushing. I wonder what thought I had caught him in the middle of.
"Shall we go?"
He nodded and we walked over to the makeshift shelters and started untying and putting them away. Occasionally I would feel someone's eyes but when I looked Quatre would be working hard, that was until Rashid laughed. He smiled and continued working. Once everything was packed up we hopped into the mobile suit carriers and started on our way. Quatre was a truck away from me. I missed his presence. He had a calming effect on me. I was always out of place in large crowds but he made me feel comfortable. He is the sun to my moon.
"We're here Sir Trowa," called one of Rashid's men. Mustafa I believe.
"I thank you for your assistance."
I walked over to Heavy Arms and a jump or two up until I was standing on the opened platform to the cockpit. My Heavy Arms was very important to me. That was another reason Quatre was important to me. He understood. At that thought I sit in the leather seat and strap myself in. I close the hatch door and as I push buttons Heavy arms slowly comes to life. I stand in one fluid motion and walk out from underneath the discarded tarp. I step off the carrier and turn on all monitors. A soft beeping fills the silence and I see Quatre's Sand Rock walking towards the base. I follow obediently behind. I will always follow him, this Arab angel.
We only walked for a mile quietly thinking, when my alarm went off. Beeping wildly tiny screens pop up displaying enemy mobile suits. This is definitely not good. Easily taken care of, but not well. Our presence wasn't that noticeable so it must be a set up.
"It seems that we've been lured into a trap."
"It seems that way. I'm guessing the doctors had no idea it was trap. I'm guessing someone is feeding our network false information" says that soft wispy voice filled with slight anger and some worry.
I love that he worries over such things. It makes him seem more human than the death bringer I have become. We charge into battle and I lose sight of Quatre while I battle two enemy MS. I open fire. A spray of bullets covers the distance between us and soon they are falling to the ground with more to replace them. More lives to waste. More lives lost. An explosive behind me and then another next to me as two of the mobile suits I shot explode. Two more suits crowd me and I fire into them repeatedly. When I see them explode I turn to see Quatre about to be slammed into. I didn't hesitate.
"Quatre, watch out!"
He reacts quickly enough to keep from being shoved to the ground by the enemy MS. I watch as he maneuvers and slices through them with his scimitars like a hot knife through butter. No sooner had we finished this set, than another set were headed our way. I couldn't risk Quatre or the mission. We needed another way to defeat them. My special was reconnaissance and I'm pretty sure Quatre could be of help there so I signaled him.
"04, we should retreat."
"I agree, 03."
Quatre threw a scimitar hitting one suit causing it to stumble back and explode and then he maneuvered his way out of the others grasp and sliced it down the middle. We were already leaving and about a good quarter of a mile away before it finally exploded. Slow death for the suit but most likely a quick one for the pilot. Quatre believed in making death quick. He disliked killing. But it was a necessity. I dreamed that one day he could be the Winner family heir and not some killer in a Gundam. He should grow old with grace and dignity and never worry about enemy attack. But he would also be a politician and as we all know, there was no rest for those types. Doubly cursed was my angel.
We made our way back to camp without a single follower. We were lucky today. I was able to safely store my suit and when I hopped down from its safe interior I saw that Quatre's suit sat a few feet from mine and he had yet to exit it. Was he hurt? Had he gotten hurt in that small fight? I hoped not. I left my expression the same as always as I quickly walked over to his suit. The maguanacs were talking amongst themselves as I approached and they seemed to include me even without my knowledge. I looked up at the suit every few seconds and then would nod and watch as the conversation progressed. I wasn't listening to them. I was waiting for Quatre to exit his suit. Only then would I let my panic subside.
When his cockpit opened I was pleased to see him lower down on a rope to the ground. He looked surprised when he saw me and I was betting I had truly caught him off guard. While he was being lowered to the ground I stared into his eyes and looked at his face and reassured myself once again that he was there and whole. He must think me very odd. When he touched the ground he stumbled and without a second thought I caught him by the elbow and steadied him. I was ever so gentle. Not wanting to bruise his milk white skin. When he is steadied and standing firmly I gently let go and he smiles at me. Every smile is worth every battle I must fight.
"Shall we take a walk?"
I nod and walk beside him. He smells of powder. Almost a baby powder smell. He also smells of some faint sweet smelling shampoo. Probably the citrus stuff that Duo got him for his birthday. It suits him. Almost like tea. He enjoys the sweet flavor of tea with oranges and lemons. The sun was getting lower and would soon set and I would miss it. The sun made his blonde locks lovelier. I look at him realize that I have drifted in my thoughts. Heero would probably think less of me for forgetting the mission. But then again, he had no excuses either. He most likely lost himself in thoughts of Duo. Although rumor says that he is with Wufei as well. The three of them, what an odd grouping. I needed to get back on task.
"What would you say to an under cover mission?"
He looks at me and purses those plump pink lips, "I think I have an idea. We could have Rashid and some of the villagers help us."
We seem to always be on the right page. We contrast each other so well. I wonder if he thinks the same.
"None of them would be in any trouble of course. We'd just use them as our Trojan horse if you will."
"Sounds like a plan."
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Now this was going to be an interesting night. Rashid had some friends who were putting on a show for the Oz and Alliance big wigs at the base we were so desperately trying to destroy and it seems that we can easily be snuck in as musicians and dancers for this show. Rashid had vouched for me and Quatre, saying he had heard us playing instruments the first time I had met Quatre. Remind me if I ever decide to try anything with Quatre to do it out of ear shot of Rashid. He seems to hear and see all. This camp of maguanacs has more ears and eyes than a bee hive. So, now I am to be a flute player for the dancers. They said Quatre was being costumed at this very moment and I wondered where he could be. Something about being at Rashid's mercy worried me.
But when I saw the costume for this mission I had no complaints. It was a very traditional outfit that was similar to those that the maugunacs wear. White pants and shirt with a forest green vest and nice slip on green shoes to go with. I looked like another maguanac. Which Rashid and Mustafa told me repeatedly? It hadn't taken me long to dress, or the other men. Where in the world was Quatre? We were led out into a dirt road as the sun set and made to wait with our instruments in a wooden cart lead by some old mules. There was another cart similar to ours with a few women standing huddled next to it. Still no sign of Quatre. Where was he? I had no time to think on it because the last of the belly dancers came out from the building in a flurry of scarves and a tingling of bells and coins at their wastes, necks, wrists and ankles. One in particular seemed to be the center of attention. She had long blonde ringlets and wore an outfit that was a deep turquoise. Her waist was slender but muscled and her arms long and slightly muscled. Her legs were even more muscled in a dainty sort of way. Her eyes were an entrancing turquoise like Quatre's.
She daintily jumped into the second wagon and we headed off. Two Arabian stallions trailing behind us. They were our get away source and that just reminded me. Where was Quatre? Perhaps he was so well dressed not even I could recognize him.
We pulled up to the building in the time it took for the stars to fill the sky and night to cover the desert. The belly dancers chatted with the guards while we were searched and led through the building. It amused me how easily guards were distracted some times. I was searched over thoroughly and then led by a few soldiers into a large room where many OZ and Alliance officers sat and dined on expensive food and drank expensive wine. All the while people outside of this village were eating mush and barely making enough to buy milk. Mostly because OZ and the Alliance thought it was their due to take all the food from neighboring villages and towns.
I sighed and began setting up with the rest of the musicians. As soon as we had finished setting up we took seats and began tuning and cleaning our instruments. I happened to look up as the dancers entered and once again noticed the small blonde. She looked familiar. What disturbed me was the other person watching her. He sat a few feet from the center of the room where the show would take place. He wore a white suit with gold cuffs and collar which his platinum blonde hair framed well. He was a beauty but he was also a beast. He was none other than Zechs Marquise. Brother to Relena and actual heir to the Sanq Kingdom. His real name was Milliardo Peacecraft. His eyes were a light shade of blue and they always seemed to hide some secret. This time they only showed humor and lust. Next to him sat Lucrezia Noin. They always seemed inseparable but I knew better. He was lovers with none other than Trieze Kushrenada. It is unknown to most that Wufei once shared their bed. There was no chance of that happening again. Wufei was more infatuated with Duo and Heero than the aristocrats.
The lights brightened and a man stood in front of the crowd and began to talk of their goal and accomplishments all the while I stared at the blonde. She sat there looking bored and annoyed. That too seemed familiar. Then she pursed her lips and he had to stifle a laugh. That couldn't be.........
The man left his podium of light and we did some final tuning while the dancers finished some last adjustments to costumes and muscles. We started playing as they woman glided to the middle of the room. I remember staring at that blonde the whole time she danced and imagined Quatre. They had to be the same person. At one point I realized it was really him. That was Quatre! Make up and all. The perky breasts were definitely fake but those features were all his. He looked gorgeous in make up and that outfit! By God!! He was turning me on. I got lost in him and missed a few notes. I calmed myself but couldn't miss the smiles of the men beside me and then I noticed the smile on the blondes face. He started moving more sensually grinning the whole time. The catty little boy!
We finished the first song and I watched a few of the dancers leave. We started the second song and I tried not to stare at Quatre's bottom as it wiggled in front of me. I was going to have to have a talk with him when this mission was over. I was pretty sure he was flirting. Had he been talking to Duo? I never thought Quatre would flirt. He was shy and I was no better. But if one of us doesn't give then we're both stuck in purgatory. I'd rather be in heaven with him.
When the second song finished I took my leave with a few other musicians and once out in the hallway I slipped away unnoticed thanks to Quatre's talents. I slipped down the hall and hid in a doorway. I pulled out a small hand held computer that was handmaid model made by Heero. I pulled out two small cords and then slipped them into the card lock. I hit a few buttons and smiled when simultaneous clicks were heard. Thank you, Heero. I slipped from room to room inserting a disk in every computer I saw and downloading every file before I destroyed the entire system. Once I had the information saved in the hand held I immediately sent a scramble email to Heero. He would be able to safely unscramble the files, look through them and safely send them to the doctors. I had managed to make it to the last room when a guard saw me.
He fired two shots at me before I could react. I jumped to the side and flipped in the air landing behind him. I kicked swiftly sending him flying forward into an opening door. The guard opening door was slammed into the frame and fell to the floor. I ran and snatched the gun off his body before heading towards the exit. I managed to hit the outside and found the black stallion waiting next to the white one. I hopped on his back after loosening the reins from the post and kneed him to make him move. Along the way I snapped the screen off the hand held and then tossed it to the ground to be trampled under the horse’s feet.
I saw a small blockade of soldiers and tried to steer the stallion around them but a man with cruel blue eyes grinned and fired his gun into the air causing the horse to rear back, tossing me to the ground. I lost my breath for a minute and tried to stand and run when another shot fired. I felt a burning pain through my right leg and stumbled to the ground. I looked up to see the man with the cruel blue eyes grinning. I stood again and tried running at them and was fired at again. This one tore through my shoulder. I stumbled back and tried standing again only to have a booted foot shoved into my wounded shoulder. I grunted and looked up into his eyes.
"You will be fun indeed."
With that he took his other boot off the ground so that he was standing on my wounded shoulder with all his weight. I gritted my teeth and managed not to scream.
"You will be VERY fun," and then I felt a boot kick the side of my head.
To Be Continued.............
Kat/DeityOfDeath
Lion and the Lamb Chapter 2: The Lion
There he stood. He smiled playfully causing those turquoise eyes to sparkle in the light of the desert sun. He was gorgeous. Are you supposed to call a man gorgeous? Is he a man? We aren't that old physically. We have old souls, he and I. His blonde hair curls slightly and it is fun to watch out of the corner of my eye as the breeze plays with it ever so gently like I wish to do. I am pretty sure he would welcome my advances and I am pretty sure that we would both reap the benefit of each others company like we always do, but part of me is afraid. I lose those that I care for and I do not want to lose him. I don't think I could bare it. Could he bare my loss?
He stood there, a million thoughts crossing his mind just like the expressions that crossed his face. He was adorable. I wonder if he knew that his face changed with every thought that crossed his mind. If I told him he would hide his facial expressions more carefully and I would morn the loss of his beautiful expressions in my presence. He turned to look at me and smiled. My heart did a flip. It was fleeting when he turned to face the dunes again. The wind was stopping. We were to start on our mission again. Blow up a base; destroy the evidence, the usual. He seemed lost in thought and as much as I hated to spoil his fun, I cleared my throat and looked at me blushing. I wonder what thought I had caught him in the middle of.
"Shall we go?"
He nodded and we walked over to the makeshift shelters and started untying and putting them away. Occasionally I would feel someone's eyes but when I looked Quatre would be working hard, that was until Rashid laughed. He smiled and continued working. Once everything was packed up we hopped into the mobile suit carriers and started on our way. Quatre was a truck away from me. I missed his presence. He had a calming effect on me. I was always out of place in large crowds but he made me feel comfortable. He is the sun to my moon.
"We're here Sir Trowa," called one of Rashid's men. Mustafa I believe.
"I thank you for your assistance."
I walked over to Heavy Arms and a jump or two up until I was standing on the opened platform to the cockpit. My Heavy Arms was very important to me. That was another reason Quatre was important to me. He understood. At that thought I sit in the leather seat and strap myself in. I close the hatch door and as I push buttons Heavy arms slowly comes to life. I stand in one fluid motion and walk out from underneath the discarded tarp. I step off the carrier and turn on all monitors. A soft beeping fills the silence and I see Quatre's Sand Rock walking towards the base. I follow obediently behind. I will always follow him, this Arab angel.
We only walked for a mile quietly thinking, when my alarm went off. Beeping wildly tiny screens pop up displaying enemy mobile suits. This is definitely not good. Easily taken care of, but not well. Our presence wasn't that noticeable so it must be a set up.
"It seems that we've been lured into a trap."
"It seems that way. I'm guessing the doctors had no idea it was trap. I'm guessing someone is feeding our network false information" says that soft wispy voice filled with slight anger and some worry.
I love that he worries over such things. It makes him seem more human than the death bringer I have become. We charge into battle and I lose sight of Quatre while I battle two enemy MS. I open fire. A spray of bullets covers the distance between us and soon they are falling to the ground with more to replace them. More lives to waste. More lives lost. An explosive behind me and then another next to me as two of the mobile suits I shot explode. Two more suits crowd me and I fire into them repeatedly. When I see them explode I turn to see Quatre about to be slammed into. I didn't hesitate.
"Quatre, watch out!"
He reacts quickly enough to keep from being shoved to the ground by the enemy MS. I watch as he maneuvers and slices through them with his scimitars like a hot knife through butter. No sooner had we finished this set, than another set were headed our way. I couldn't risk Quatre or the mission. We needed another way to defeat them. My special was reconnaissance and I'm pretty sure Quatre could be of help there so I signaled him.
"04, we should retreat."
"I agree, 03."
Quatre threw a scimitar hitting one suit causing it to stumble back and explode and then he maneuvered his way out of the others grasp and sliced it down the middle. We were already leaving and about a good quarter of a mile away before it finally exploded. Slow death for the suit but most likely a quick one for the pilot. Quatre believed in making death quick. He disliked killing. But it was a necessity. I dreamed that one day he could be the Winner family heir and not some killer in a Gundam. He should grow old with grace and dignity and never worry about enemy attack. But he would also be a politician and as we all know, there was no rest for those types. Doubly cursed was my angel.
We made our way back to camp without a single follower. We were lucky today. I was able to safely store my suit and when I hopped down from its safe interior I saw that Quatre's suit sat a few feet from mine and he had yet to exit it. Was he hurt? Had he gotten hurt in that small fight? I hoped not. I left my expression the same as always as I quickly walked over to his suit. The maguanacs were talking amongst themselves as I approached and they seemed to include me even without my knowledge. I looked up at the suit every few seconds and then would nod and watch as the conversation progressed. I wasn't listening to them. I was waiting for Quatre to exit his suit. Only then would I let my panic subside.
When his cockpit opened I was pleased to see him lower down on a rope to the ground. He looked surprised when he saw me and I was betting I had truly caught him off guard. While he was being lowered to the ground I stared into his eyes and looked at his face and reassured myself once again that he was there and whole. He must think me very odd. When he touched the ground he stumbled and without a second thought I caught him by the elbow and steadied him. I was ever so gentle. Not wanting to bruise his milk white skin. When he is steadied and standing firmly I gently let go and he smiles at me. Every smile is worth every battle I must fight.
"Shall we take a walk?"
I nod and walk beside him. He smells of powder. Almost a baby powder smell. He also smells of some faint sweet smelling shampoo. Probably the citrus stuff that Duo got him for his birthday. It suits him. Almost like tea. He enjoys the sweet flavor of tea with oranges and lemons. The sun was getting lower and would soon set and I would miss it. The sun made his blonde locks lovelier. I look at him realize that I have drifted in my thoughts. Heero would probably think less of me for forgetting the mission. But then again, he had no excuses either. He most likely lost himself in thoughts of Duo. Although rumor says that he is with Wufei as well. The three of them, what an odd grouping. I needed to get back on task.
"What would you say to an under cover mission?"
He looks at me and purses those plump pink lips, "I think I have an idea. We could have Rashid and some of the villagers help us."
We seem to always be on the right page. We contrast each other so well. I wonder if he thinks the same.
"None of them would be in any trouble of course. We'd just use them as our Trojan horse if you will."
"Sounds like a plan."
*********************************************************** ******************************************
Now this was going to be an interesting night. Rashid had some friends who were putting on a show for the Oz and Alliance big wigs at the base we were so desperately trying to destroy and it seems that we can easily be snuck in as musicians and dancers for this show. Rashid had vouched for me and Quatre, saying he had heard us playing instruments the first time I had met Quatre. Remind me if I ever decide to try anything with Quatre to do it out of ear shot of Rashid. He seems to hear and see all. This camp of maguanacs has more ears and eyes than a bee hive. So, now I am to be a flute player for the dancers. They said Quatre was being costumed at this very moment and I wondered where he could be. Something about being at Rashid's mercy worried me.
But when I saw the costume for this mission I had no complaints. It was a very traditional outfit that was similar to those that the maugunacs wear. White pants and shirt with a forest green vest and nice slip on green shoes to go with. I looked like another maguanac. Which Rashid and Mustafa told me repeatedly? It hadn't taken me long to dress, or the other men. Where in the world was Quatre? We were led out into a dirt road as the sun set and made to wait with our instruments in a wooden cart lead by some old mules. There was another cart similar to ours with a few women standing huddled next to it. Still no sign of Quatre. Where was he? I had no time to think on it because the last of the belly dancers came out from the building in a flurry of scarves and a tingling of bells and coins at their wastes, necks, wrists and ankles. One in particular seemed to be the center of attention. She had long blonde ringlets and wore an outfit that was a deep turquoise. Her waist was slender but muscled and her arms long and slightly muscled. Her legs were even more muscled in a dainty sort of way. Her eyes were an entrancing turquoise like Quatre's.
She daintily jumped into the second wagon and we headed off. Two Arabian stallions trailing behind us. They were our get away source and that just reminded me. Where was Quatre? Perhaps he was so well dressed not even I could recognize him.
We pulled up to the building in the time it took for the stars to fill the sky and night to cover the desert. The belly dancers chatted with the guards while we were searched and led through the building. It amused me how easily guards were distracted some times. I was searched over thoroughly and then led by a few soldiers into a large room where many OZ and Alliance officers sat and dined on expensive food and drank expensive wine. All the while people outside of this village were eating mush and barely making enough to buy milk. Mostly because OZ and the Alliance thought it was their due to take all the food from neighboring villages and towns.
I sighed and began setting up with the rest of the musicians. As soon as we had finished setting up we took seats and began tuning and cleaning our instruments. I happened to look up as the dancers entered and once again noticed the small blonde. She looked familiar. What disturbed me was the other person watching her. He sat a few feet from the center of the room where the show would take place. He wore a white suit with gold cuffs and collar which his platinum blonde hair framed well. He was a beauty but he was also a beast. He was none other than Zechs Marquise. Brother to Relena and actual heir to the Sanq Kingdom. His real name was Milliardo Peacecraft. His eyes were a light shade of blue and they always seemed to hide some secret. This time they only showed humor and lust. Next to him sat Lucrezia Noin. They always seemed inseparable but I knew better. He was lovers with none other than Trieze Kushrenada. It is unknown to most that Wufei once shared their bed. There was no chance of that happening again. Wufei was more infatuated with Duo and Heero than the aristocrats.
The lights brightened and a man stood in front of the crowd and began to talk of their goal and accomplishments all the while I stared at the blonde. She sat there looking bored and annoyed. That too seemed familiar. Then she pursed her lips and he had to stifle a laugh. That couldn't be.........
The man left his podium of light and we did some final tuning while the dancers finished some last adjustments to costumes and muscles. We started playing as they woman glided to the middle of the room. I remember staring at that blonde the whole time she danced and imagined Quatre. They had to be the same person. At one point I realized it was really him. That was Quatre! Make up and all. The perky breasts were definitely fake but those features were all his. He looked gorgeous in make up and that outfit! By God!! He was turning me on. I got lost in him and missed a few notes. I calmed myself but couldn't miss the smiles of the men beside me and then I noticed the smile on the blondes face. He started moving more sensually grinning the whole time. The catty little boy!
We finished the first song and I watched a few of the dancers leave. We started the second song and I tried not to stare at Quatre's bottom as it wiggled in front of me. I was going to have to have a talk with him when this mission was over. I was pretty sure he was flirting. Had he been talking to Duo? I never thought Quatre would flirt. He was shy and I was no better. But if one of us doesn't give then we're both stuck in purgatory. I'd rather be in heaven with him.
When the second song finished I took my leave with a few other musicians and once out in the hallway I slipped away unnoticed thanks to Quatre's talents. I slipped down the hall and hid in a doorway. I pulled out a small hand held computer that was handmaid model made by Heero. I pulled out two small cords and then slipped them into the card lock. I hit a few buttons and smiled when simultaneous clicks were heard. Thank you, Heero. I slipped from room to room inserting a disk in every computer I saw and downloading every file before I destroyed the entire system. Once I had the information saved in the hand held I immediately sent a scramble email to Heero. He would be able to safely unscramble the files, look through them and safely send them to the doctors. I had managed to make it to the last room when a guard saw me.
He fired two shots at me before I could react. I jumped to the side and flipped in the air landing behind him. I kicked swiftly sending him flying forward into an opening door. The guard opening door was slammed into the frame and fell to the floor. I ran and snatched the gun off his body before heading towards the exit. I managed to hit the outside and found the black stallion waiting next to the white one. I hopped on his back after loosening the reins from the post and kneed him to make him move. Along the way I snapped the screen off the hand held and then tossed it to the ground to be trampled under the horse’s feet.
I saw a small blockade of soldiers and tried to steer the stallion around them but a man with cruel blue eyes grinned and fired his gun into the air causing the horse to rear back, tossing me to the ground. I lost my breath for a minute and tried to stand and run when another shot fired. I felt a burning pain through my right leg and stumbled to the ground. I looked up to see the man with the cruel blue eyes grinning. I stood again and tried running at them and was fired at again. This one tore through my shoulder. I stumbled back and tried standing again only to have a booted foot shoved into my wounded shoulder. I grunted and looked up into his eyes.
"You will be fun indeed."
With that he took his other boot off the ground so that he was standing on my wounded shoulder with all his weight. I gritted my teeth and managed not to scream.
"You will be VERY fun," and then I felt a boot kick the side of my head.
To Be Continued.............
Kat/DeityOfDeath