| Fan Fiction |
by SilverDragon
Show stood up out of his seat on the bus, making his way over to the door as the vehicle came to a stop. As the doors slid open, he hopped off, a few of the others that he recognised from his daily trips to uni also stepping off here. He smiled at them in greeting before turning down a side street which led to his home.
It had been a long day for Show, cramped up in his seat in his 3 hour long lecture, listening to the professor drone on and on about several different diseases that affect the liver, their symptoms and how to treat them echoing through his tired mind relentlessly. Show had been glad when the lecture had finished, hurrying over to the bus stop to catch then next bus home eagerly.
The evening air was cool, deceptive of the rather hot day it had been. Show veered down into the cul-de-sac where his home was located; smiling to himself as he remembered the little lunch date he had had with Hebe. Although it was brief and a little rushed as he had a tutorial to attend immediately after, it was nevertheless enjoyable. However, Show’s smile soon faltered as Hebe’s parting words returned to his mind.
= Flashback =
“Make sure you head straight back home after uni, okay, Show? I’m worried for you. You should have let Brother come pick you up,” she said, peering at Show with a concerned frown.
Show smiled, trying to hide the fact that he too was a little nervous about returning home late and by himself. “I don’t want to trouble Danson Ge over a little trivial matter such as this. Don’t worry, Hebe; everything will be fine.”
= End Flashback =
Show glanced around him nervously now as he quickened his pace, mindful about how much more sinister and dark his surroundings suddenly appeared. It would be easy for an assassin to be hiding somewhere in those dark depths, lying in wait as he passed to pounce on him from behind and slit his throat. Pulling his bag firmly onto his shoulder, he broke out into a jog, unable to stand feeling so exposed and wanting to just return to the safety of his house. At least there he would have his foster parents to keep him company, and any assassin that may be after him probably won’t attack him there.
Walking up to his front door, Show fumbled for a moment as he searched his bag for his keys, his hand shaking slightly as he tried to insert it into the small hole. After what seemed like an incredibly long time but was only in fact a few seconds, the key finally slid in and he hurriedly opened the door, slamming it shut behind him as he leant against it. He let out deep breath, not realising he had been holding it in. Show realised he was slowly losing his mind here, panicking over nothing. It wasn’t like him to lose his cool like that, and all over his own imaginings. Now that he was safe inside his own home, the thoughts he was having just moments ago now seemed absurd.
He shook his head as he stood up straight, taking off his shoes before walking towards the kitchen. The sound of the TV drifted into the hallway as he passed the living room, a loud round of applause and whistle hoots blaring from the set. His foster father could always be found watching the TV at this time, and the fact that Show found the TV on like that brought a sense of normality back to his panic stricken mind.
Popping his head into the kitchen, Show had expected to see his foster mother in there, preparing dinner for him. Instead, he found that no one was in there, food in a pan on the stove burnt to a crisp. Show crinkled his nose in disgust at the burnt smell as he rushed over to turn off the stove, the slight reassurance from seeing the TV on now chased away by suspicion. His foster mother would never leave the stove on unaccompanied, always in fear that something would catch fire.
Show turned away from the stove, searching for any sign of where she could have gone. He decided to track back to the living room to check out whether his foster father was really in there or not. Slowly, he crept into the room, peering through the gloom in search of any sign of life. He stepped up to the couch and what he found chilled him to the bone.
On the couch, his foster father sat there staring at the TV blankly, blood from several stab wounds to the chest staining his white shirt a deep, crimson red. Show’s heart went still at the sight, unable to tear his eyes away from the body. Another cheer emanated from the TV like a horrifying mockery of the scene before his eyes. He rushed over to turn it off, unable to stand the stark contrast of sound with image.
His breathing began speeding up as he refused to turn back around to the couch, unwilling to stare at the body once more. If his foster father was sitting here… dead… then where was his foster mother? Panic started to gnaw away at his insides as a dozen different possibilities ran through his mind. He closed his eyes as he tried to shake away those thoughts. It was no use imagining what may have happened to his foster mother; what he should do is try to locate and escape with her… if she was alive. He turned around and quietly sped out of the living room, refusing to glance at his foster father’s body on the sofa.
Show ran back into the kitchen and began glancing around for clues. His foster mother had to be around here somewhere, maybe in hiding. He spun on the spot as he heard a soft crunch sound from within the pantry. Arming himself with a kitchen knife from the drawers, he cautiously made his way over. Taking a shaky, deep breath, he opened the pantry door, brandishing the knife far in front of him in case the killer was still in the house and hiding in there. He then almost dropped the knife when he found his foster mother cowering on the floor inside.
“Auntie! You’re still alive!” he exclaimed in a soft whisper as he knelt to the floor.
“Oh, Show…” whispered his foster mother as she embraced him in a tight, frightened hug. “It… it was… horrible… he… he…” Her voice caught in her throat as she broke down in his arms.
Show continuously patted the back of her head as he tried to comfort her. “Shhh… It’s okay now, Auntie…” He then pulled away from her, holding her at arms length as he peered into her eyes. “We have to get out of here now, Auntie. Do you know if… if the guy who… who killed Uncle is still in the house?”
His foster mother shook her head furiously as her hands flew to the sides of her head. “I don’t know, Show! But just take me out of here, please?”
Nodding his head, he helped his foster mother to her feet. Warily, they made their way over to the kitchen door, Show still brandishing his knife before him. As they made their way past the living room, Show felt his foster mother’s grip tightened on his left arm and he tried to reassure her with a pat on her hand. However, no sooner than had they passed the living room, did Show suddenly feel a pair of cold hands grip him around the neck from behind.
His foster mother suddenly let out a shriek as she backed away hurriedly, cowering in fear as she stared up at Show being held captive. Then Show suddenly remembered the knife he held in his hand and he raised it, aiming to stab at the man’s leg. However, the man saw what he was doing and managed to grab his hand first, twisting it painfully so that Show had no choice but to release the knife.
“Trying to be sneaky, are we?” sneered Ji Li in a raspy voice from behind. “I don’t think so.”
Show continued to struggle against the man, but this only earned him a beating. Ji Li began relentlessly punching into his back at his kidneys, causing Show to groan in pain as he fell to the floor bruised. He then boxed his ears and Show let out a shout as his ears rang mercilessly.
“I am going to have fun, killing you tonight,” he said, removing a nasty looking dagger from his back. “But first, I’ll have to make sure you won’t run away while I deal with that screaming woman over there.” With a cruel smile on his face, Ji Li suddenly drove the dagger into Show’s leg, pressing down on it as Show grunted against the pain. He then let out a small shout as the man pulled the knife out of his leg, and he hurriedly went to staunch the blood flow, glaring hatefully up at Ji Li.
Turning around, Ji Li made his way over to Show’s foster mother, taking slow steps as the woman backed into a corner. She began shaking her head in fright, as if begging him to leave her alone. But the action was futile as he kneeled before her, gripping her hair tightly.
“You’ve been one noisy woman tonight, lady,” he said. Raising the same blade he had used to stab Show, he was about to drive it into her when something suddenly struck his arm. Dropping the dagger, he released Show’s foster mother as his hand when to the small metal dart protruding from his arm. But he didn’t have the time to pull it out yet when someone suddenly flew into the room, aiming a kick square for his head. Ji Li managed to dodge the kick, rolling out of reach as he held onto his injured arm. Still holding onto his injured leg, Show tried to sit up as he saw that their saviour was none other than Selina, who now swiftly removed two daggers from hidden sheathes on her arms.
Ji Li peered back at Selina, a crooked smile playing across his face as he finally pulled the dart from his arm. “Ah… so you came to rescue this ‘friend’ of yours, am I correct, Ren Jia Xuan?”
Selina narrowed her eyes as she stared at the despicable man’s face. “Leave now and I won’t kill you, Ji Li,” said Selina icily. She in fact had no intention of letting the man leave so easily, and she knew that he would not anyway.
Ji Li let out a crazed laugh, throwing back his head. “And what makes you so certain that you will be able to achieve that? Sure, you are the infamous Dawn, but you have grown weak recently, and it is because of these pathetic beings. Your presence here now just proves how deeply affected you are. Yi Xia was finally right to decide to get rid of both you and Zhi Ping.”
‘Zhi Ping…?’ thought Selina. But she didn’t have anymore time to ponder what Ji Li had said when he suddenly lunged at her, another of his knives in his hand. Selina dodged the blade, sending a kick at Ji Li which he deftly dodged. She followed through with two sweeps of her dagger which he then countered by plunging his knife in a downward strike aimed at her head. Selina crossed her blades as she met with Ji Li’s knife, the man putting his weight into the small blade as he tried to force it closer and closer to her head. As Selina realised she couldn’t fight his strength, she then rolled out from underneath by twisting to the right, pushing his blade away from her. She then quickly moved in to take him by surprise around the neck from behind as he was still unsteady from the move she had just pulled on him. Without a second thought and not leaving him a chance to recover, Selina drew her blades across his neck, cutting deeply into the flesh of his throat as blood from his aorta and jugular sprayed the walls bright red. Selina released Ji Li’s body to fall to the floor, collapsing with a soft, heavy thud. Show’s foster mother let out a soft scream from her spot in the corner as she stared at all the blood before fainting. Show himself had been staring horrified at what Selina had done when he suddenly saw his foster mother faint from the corner of his eyes.
“Auntie!” he shouted as he tried to shuffle over to her side, wincing as pain shot through him up from his injured leg.
Selina, upon hearing Show’s shout, turned to see his foster mother lying unconscious on the floor. As she made her way over to the woman, Danson suddenly burst through the front door, charging straight into the living room and coming to a horrified stop as he saw the state the room was in. Spotting Selina kneeling on the floor beside Show’s foster mother, he went to kneel by her side, gripping onto her arm tightly.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to come?” shouted Danson as he shook her. Selina pried his hand from her arm, glaring at him disapprovingly.
“Yell at me later, Yu Zhe. For now, help Show over there.” She turned around to face Show. “Do you have a first aid kit anywhere in the house?”
Show stared at Selina, the scene he had seen of her killing the other assassin only moments ago still fresh in his mind. “Up… upstairs… in my room on the left…” he answered nervously.
Selina nodded as she then ran out of the room, her footsteps soft as she dashed up the stairs. Show, still nervous about what he had seen, slowly began crawling over to his foster mother again. Danson, seeing how his friend was struggling, hurried over to help him.
“You shouldn’t try to move so much, Show,” said Danson, concerned. He then turned to see the body of Ji Li lying on the floor, the walls sprayed with an unbelievably large amount of blood. Swallowing nervously, he then turned to glance at Show, who had been watching him closely. As his eyes searched the younger boy’s, Show gave a slight nod, confirming that Selina had indeed been the one who did such a thing.
Selina returned back to the room carrying the first aid box which she had gone to retrieve. Opening it, she passed a small bottle to Danson. “Let the woman breathe some of this in. That might stir her out of her faint.” Danson proceeded to do as he was told while Selina continued to pull several other things out of the box. “You’ve lost quite a bit of blood, Show. The ideal thing would be to get you to a hospital now, but even that will be dangerous for you.” She pulled up the leg on one of her pants and removed a small hidden knife, which she then used to cut the rest of Show’s blood stained jeans away.
Show cringed slightly when he saw Selina bring the blade close to his skin, but continued to watch in interest nevertheless as she proceeded to clean his wound gently. “You seem to know what you’re doing,” he said after some time, wincing slightly from the sting of antiseptic.
“Of course I know what I am doing. There have been plenty times when I must clean and dress my own wounds, not to mention some of those that Zhi Ping tries to hide from Yi Xia,” replied Selina as she finished cleaning and began opening a sterile curved surgical needle with thread. “This wound is rather deep so I’ll have to stitch it up. Yu Zhe, can you go turn on the light for me?”
Danson immediately did as he was told once more, placing Show’s foster mother back down onto the floor gently as she began to slightly stir. He then returned to the woman’s side once the lights were on, watching as Selina prepared to stich Show’s wound.
“Do you have something you can bite on Show? There’s no anaesthetic.”
Show nodded as he scrounged around in his bag, removing the cloth he had wrapped around his water bottle. Folding it up so that it was quite thick, he then bit onto it as he leant back, preparing himself mentally for the pain he was about to go through. In his degree he had learnt about surgical methods, and stitching was one of the earlier skills he had learnt. And during that time, he had also been taught that stitching a patient up with no anaesthetic was one of the most hardest things to do.
Selina suddenly plunged the needle into Show’s leg and tears began forming at the corner of his eyes as the pain seared up his leg. He let out a shout muffled by the cloth in his mouth, gripping tightly onto its ends as he tried desperately to relax. Several painful minutes passed by in this fashion until Selina was finally finished. She cut off the last stich, placing the used needle into the disposal box in the first aid kit before proceeding to clean the area once more with antiseptic. Removing clean bandage from within the kit, she then wrapped Show’s leg as his foster mother finally came to her senses next to Danson.
“Good that she’s now awake. We have to get everyone out of here now and to somewhere safe. Yi Xia would probably realise by now that I’ve escaped and the first place he’ll come looking will be here. Yu Zhe,” she said as she turned to look at Danson as she finally finished bandaging Show’s wound. “I want you to take everyone who has ever been involved with me at the orphanage up to our place in the hills.” Selina stood up, and walked over to help the dazed woman to her feet. “Did you come here by car or your motorbike, Yu Zhe?”
“My motorbike,” replied Danson as he went to help Show to his feet.
“Okay… Show, do you have a car or anything here?” asked Selina as she turned to look at Show.
Nodding, Show replied, “Yeah, my foster father has his van parked in the garage and the keys should be on the table over there.”
Selina turned around to see where Show was pointing and made her way over to grab the set of keys which lay in the bowl. “Right, then let’s get into the garage.”
Show led the way to the garage, and Selina helped his foster mother into the back of the van before Danson helped Show in as well. Once they were both in, Danson closed the door, only to be handed the keys to the car by Selina.
“So I’m driving? Alright, hurry up and hop in,” said Danson as he sped around to the other side of the van. He paused, however, when he saw Selina walk off. “Xuan? Hey, Xuan! Where are you going?”
“There are others I have to get to as well. Go and do what I said,” she commanded as she walked over to Danson’s motorbike. When she reached it, just as she had guessed, she found that Danson had indeed left the keys in the bike.
Danson came to grab her arm from behind. “I’m not letting you out of my sight, Xuan. We’ll go together.”
“No!” snapped Selina as she yanked her hand out of his grip. “There’s not much time. I need to go and pick up several other people, too.” When she saw how angry and worried Danson looked, Selina softened the look on her face as she let out a soft sigh.
“Yu Zhe, I promise I will return to meet you at our hut in Yangmingshan. There’s nothing more that I want than to see you and the others safe and sound, and to live with you in peace…”
Danson suddenly leaned down to cover her lips in a loving kiss, pulling her in as he held onto her tightly. Selina returned the kiss with as much feeling as him before slowly pulling away, somewhat regretfully.
“We have to get going, Yu Zhe. Time is not with us tonight and if we don’t hurry, then there’ll surely be more lives lost,” said Selina sadly as she went to sit on Danson’s bike, starting the engine. “I’ll see you at Yangmingshan,” she shouted as she tore down the street.
Danson watched her go for a minute, unable to decipher the mixed emotions he had at seeing her go. Then, remembering the emergency of the situation at hand, he rushed back over to the van and started the engine, Show staring at him in silent curiosity the whole time.
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A/N:
This chapter is longer than the last ^-^; And I hope it lives up to everyone's expectations. Show didn't die afterall, but he was injured. And Danson didn't show up until after everything was over xD (The police only turn up after the action is over LOL xD )
Next Chapter: Selina and Danson gathers everyone up to their hut.
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23rd March 2008
6:37PM GMT+09:00
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Happy Easter! (to those who celebrate ^-^ )