| Fan Fiction |
by SilverDragon
Everyone watched as Yi Xia’s corpse slumped to the ground, a soft gurgling sound emanating from his mouth as the little air that was left in his lungs bubbled out through the blood that filled his mouth. Selina toppled back to the ground on her behind, wincing from the sudden exertion with her heavily bruised body. Danson finally threw Calvin’s arms off him and came running over to Selina’s side, turning a nervous glance over at Yi Xia’s body.
“Xuan… Are you alright?” he asked her with a concerned look on his face, turning his attention back to Selina.
Selina slowly sat up, nodding her head as she allowed Danson to help her. “I’m fine…” Her words drifted off mid-sentence when she realised that Xaphan was still standing there, staring at her. As if some sort of understanding passed between them, Xaphan immediately withdrew a gun from his back and pointed it at Zhi Ping’s head while Selina withdrew two of her throwing knives, her arm drawn back ready to throw.
“Selina… How different you are now from that silent girl you were almost ten years ago. I must commend you though; you managed to kill the man who took care of you for all these years. And now I see you want to kill me? If you throw those knives, your dear friend here will definitely not survive to see another day,” spat Xaphan, bending down to pull Zhi Ping up, still tied to the chair, and pressing the gun to his temple.
Selina continued to glare at Xaphan, her grip on her knives tightening. Without lowering the blades, Selina said in an icy voice, “You have always been a sadistic bastard, and even if I do let you go, you won’t leave him alive. However, with the state he is in now, I believe it would be best that he dies now, rather than painfully later.” Danson turned to stare at her, shocked that she would say something so heartless, but the slight glistening of her eyes told him otherwise. He turned back to stare at Xaphan with a renewed anger, wishing that he still had his gun in hand.
“Let Zhi Ping go. There’s no use in killing anymore people. If you let him go, then perhaps we’ll let you go free,” negotiated Danson, hoping to end this without anymore bloodshed.
Xaphan spat on the ground, sneering. “Do you think I would believe the shit that spouts from your mouth, ‘Detective’? I know you won’t let me go so easily and I’m determined to take both this guy and her down w-”
A gun was suddenly fired, cutting Xaphan off in the middle of his speech as a bullet buried itself deep into the side of his brain, killing him instantly. The man fell to the ground with a small spin, dropping Zhi Ping as he landed on his back. Zhi Ping crashed to the ground on his side once more, barely conscious.
Selina turned to look at the one who had fired the gun, and Calvin met her gaze, shrugging casually. “He was too noisy,” he said simply.
Putting the matter aside for the time being, Selina rushed over to Zhi Ping’s side, hurriedly moving to untie him from the chair. Danson came to help her and soon Zhi Ping was free, Danson holding him up as Selina peered at his wounds. She held his hands gently in hers, unable to stop the tears from falling as she saw that not only one, but several of his nails had been ripped out, despite the fact that Yi Xia had said that it would only be one nail per hour.
Zhi Ping stirred slightly at Selina’s touch, barely able to open his heavily swollen eyes to peer blurrily at his surroundings. “Selina…” he croaked, wincing as he re-opened his split lip. “Stupid… girl…”
“Shh…” hushed Selina, stroking his matted fringe out of his eyes. “Don’t talk. We’re going to take you to a hospital now. Just hold on…” Selina bit back her lower lip, fighting to stop more tears from falling down her face.
Zhi Ping smiled as he saw a tear trail down her bruised cheek, attempting to lift a hand to brush it away but his hand fell back down limply, unable to muster enough strength. “Selina…” he whispered once more. “You shouldn’t… have come… But… it looks like… you managed… to kill… Yi Xia… afterall…” He struggled to take in a deep breath, wheezing slightly at the effort.
Selina held on to his shoulders gently, panicking slightly as Zhi Ping seemed to drift further and further away from her. “Please, Zhi Ping… Stop talking. Save your energy for your recovery.”
Again, Zhi Ping smiled as he softly shook his head. “I think you can tell… that I won’t… make it… But I want to… say this… I’m sorry… Sorry for being… the one who brought you to… become an assassin... You are like the little sister… I never had, Selina…”
Zhi Ping’s eyes slowly closed and Selina shook her head in denial, no longer trying to stop the tears from flowing freely down her face. She suddenly started trying to lift Zhi Ping up, urging Danson to also help carry him. “Come on, Yu Zhe; help me take Zhi Ping to the hospital. There’s still time… we can save him… there’s still time…”
Danson pulled Selina back down with his free hand, trying his best to stop her futile attempts at taking Zhi Ping to the hospital. He had felt Zhi Ping’s breathing gradually slow in his arms, until his chest no longer moved. He knew that Zhi Ping had left them, and he tried now to convince Selina of that fact.
“Xuan… It’s too late. He’s passed on into the next life…” he whispered, his heart twisting painfully as he saw Selina finally stop trying to drag Zhi Ping up, sobs wracking her body.
“Zhi Ping… Why…? Why did you have to… die? It was never your fault… never… my brother…” sobbed Selina, leaning onto his chest as she held on to him tightly for one last time.
Calvin’s footsteps echoed softly in the empty warehouse, hesitating slightly as he tried to decide whether to lay a comforting hand on Selina’s shoulder. As his eyes met with Danson’s, he decided against the action, instead, standing tall with a haughty look on his face.
“I suppose you are free to go now, Selina. You have accomplished your end of our deal, and now I will stick to my word. I pray that we shall never cross paths once again.” He continued to stare at Selina’s sobbing back, but when he received no reply, he decided to walk away towards the back of the warehouse, mixed feelings churning through his mind at their parting, and his father’s death.
Danson watched as Calvin walked off, wondering what it was that Selina had agreed with Calvin. He turned back to peer at Selina, who had finally stopped crying and lay with her head resting on Zhi Ping’s shoulder, eyes closed. He reached out a gentle hand, stroking the side of her head comfortingly as gazed at her with an understanding look in his eyes.
“We’d better get out of here, Xuan… before anyone turns up and finds us with all these dead bodies here.” Danson moved to lay Zhi Ping’s body on the ground and Selina finally lifted her head from Zhi Ping’s shoulder.
“Let’s go get a car. I want to give Zhi Ping a proper burial, and not leave his body out here in the open.” She wiped away the last traces of her tears, taking in a deep shuddering breath as she tried to recover from her short burst of crying. Selina stood, wobbling slightly on her feet as pain suddenly shot up through her leg, wincing slightly.
Danson hurriedly rose to his feet as he came to steady her, confused and worried as to why she was suddenly so unsteady. “Xuan… what’s wrong?” he asked, peering down at her legs.
Selina too, peered down at her leg and found that she had one of her throwing knives stuck into the side of her leg. She realised it must have happened when she still had a hold of the knives, forgetting about them as she rushed over to help Zhi Ping. She had dropped the knives on the ground, right where she had been sitting previously.
A small, sad smile spread its way across Selina’s face as she removed the throwing knife from her leg. “How ironic that I was injured by my own weapon in that mess…” she muttered bitterly, throwing the knife to the ground. Selina quickly went to tear at her shirt, removing a strip to wrap around her leg in a makeshift bandage.
Selina then tried to take a step and would have fallen if Danson had not caught her on time. She held onto him to pull herself back up as Danson held on to her tightly. “Xuan… let me help you, okay?”
Selina nodded in reply and together, they limped out towards the entrance to the warehouse, Selina glancing one last time over her shoulder at Zhi Ping’s body on the ground.
‘I will come back for you, Zhi Ping… But for now, farewell, my brother.’
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19th April 2008
2:10PM GMT+08:00
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