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Fleeing the Shadows	By : tavia454 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sorry,
I meant to get this one up last week, but it didn�t sound right to me so I had
to do some heavy editing! Enjoy!

Marik
sighed loudly, glancing with irritation at his watch in the last of the dying
light. �What the hell are we doing here�exactly? You never did explain.�

�Shhh! Lower your voice. Do you want that prick to realize
we�re here?� Malik hissed as he quickly slid a hand over the other�s mouth.
When Marik licked the appendage he pulled it away with a grimace. �We�re going
to make that little weasel talk � that�s what we�re doing. So be quiet!�

�He
can�t hear us over that noise anyways� The larger blonde snorted. �And exactly
how are we�ah, right! My bad.�

Marik
reached over to fondle the rod that was tucked into the smaller agent�s belt
loop, grinning madly - his wide, malevolent smirk saying it all.

Malik
rolled his eyes at the other�s enthusiasm, barely restraining the urge to smack
him over the head with a large, heavy object for his obsessive fascination with
the unusual artifact that Isis had left them with. He slapped the
wandering hand away with a withering glare before returning his attention to
the scene before him.

Carefully
the platinum blonde peeked up over the top of the concealing hedge and into the
house. When was that idiot going to go to bed? Or to the
bathroom? Or leave the room for any purpose? Damn, they had been sitting
out here in the cold for at least the past four hours. And their target had yet
to move his skinny ass off of the chair that he had flopped into the moment he
got home. Wasn�t he hungry�or thirsty�or something?

Who
would have known that the straight laced, uptight little prick was such a video
game fanatic? That the moment he walked into his massive home in the sticks he
would turn on the XBOX360 and not move a muscle for hours on end? Malik
snorted. Definitely not him.

With
a heated glare directed at their motionless target the bored and shivering
agent resigned himself to the long wait ahead. Both he and Marik were frozen to
the bone. At least the shrubs provided some protection from the hard blowing
wind. And the smaller blonde was thanking his lucky stars that it hadn�t
started sleeting like the forecast predicted. That would be nothing short of a
catastrophe�

��He�s
up!� Marik hissed excitedly before ducking back under the cover of the window
ledge.

�About god damn time.� Malik replied with an exaggerated
shiver. He really hated this weather. When was spring again?!

The
smaller blonde peeked up over the edge of the sill once again. Sure enough their
target had finally turned off the lights and gone to bed.� A quick nod towards his partner in crime and
the two were on the move. Furtively they made their way around to the small
kitchen window that they had noticed earlier when they were casing the place.
It was the only window in the house that was left open. Perhaps to ventilate
the dwelling of the haze left over by the man�s chain smoking habit.

Within
minutes both agents were inside the house � their target none the wiser. They
allowed their eyes to adjust to the dark before moving further into the
spacious dwelling. Maneuvering the tricky, spiral staircase in the inky
blackness was a daunting task, but the two managed it with a sneaky, silent
flair.

Or
they would have, if it weren�t for the creaky board at the top of the steps.
Marik winced when the board noisily protested his bulk. Was there a chance
their target hadn�t heard?

�Wh-who�s
there?!� A cautious whisper came from the room to the right.

Nope, no chance at all.

Marik
and Malik looked at each other with a noiseless groan. They had hoped to
blindfold the man before he got a good look at their faces. But now that was
impossible, their target would only come out of the room fighting. It was time
to improvise. The smaller blonde grinned at the other, giving his partner only
a hint of what he was thinking.

�I
am!� Malik called out in a deep, gruff voice before he collapsed into silent
laughter.

He
could have so much fun with this. Make their target think he was the boogey man
come to life or something. Use his little mind trick to make objects dance in
the room he was hiding in Maybe it would give the little nerd a heart attack.
That would make his day � hell it would make his whole lifetime. To this day he
had never been able to take this type of work seriously. Or at least that was
what Shadi always told him.

Malik
closed his eyes and concentrated on seeing the room through the eyes of their
target. And proceeded to try his best to give the man an
epileptic fit.

A
terrified gasp was heard from behind the door shortly before the sound of
something scrambling away from the door. With a smirk Marik blasted the barrier
off its hinges and stormed into the darkened room, coming back out after a
brief scuffle with the frightened mouse of man held high in his grasp. The
assistant director looked petrified in the sliver of moonlight coming from one
of the windows as he shivered and shook in the taller blonde�s grip.

And,
as Malik could barely make out in the shard of brightness, at some point during
Marik�s charging of the door their captive had peed
his pants, the dark stain spreading across the front of his pajama bottoms. To
top it off, the only noise he seemed capable of making was a high pitched,
squeaking gasp.

The
smaller blonde collapsed into loud, maniacal laughter � which only served to
frighten the terrified man even further.

�Oh
he�s so fearsome.� Marik shook the man like a pit bull would a rabbit,
unearthing another timid cry. �This is the almighty Assistant Director Dox?! What a moron! I found his scrawny ass hiding
underneath the bed, shaking like a leaf. He�ll make armies quake in fear of his
awesome wrath.�

The
taller blonde chuckled heartily at his own joke. He couldn�t believe this was
the man who Seto and Atemu feared, and Shadi cursed with every breath when he
came home from work. This man was a washout, a pushover. He was completely
useless. Who had he sucked off for the cushy job of Assistant Director?

Malik
glanced at his near twin before taking a long look at their captive. �I got to
admit he isn�t all that impressive without the power of the director to back
him.�

�Wh-what
do y-you want w-with me�?� A fearful voice pierced the silent shadows.

�Oh�he
has a voice now, does he?� Marik grinned evilly. �Well let�s just see if we
can�t put that to use.�

Without
answering the question the taller blonde carried his petrified victim back down
the stairs and into the living room, tossing him roughly into one of the many
chairs.

�You
move you die.� Marik snapped at the man, pushing him into the chair with a
heavy hand to his chest.

The
larger blonde immobilized their captive with a thought before fading away in
the blackness of the room. He would let Malik lead this witness. His smaller
lover had been anxious to try out his skills with the use of the rod. He was
only here for support.

A
light flicked on in the kitchen, momentarily shedding a sliver of brightness
into the living room before winking back out again. The
captive unable to catch a good look at his tormentor in the brief illumination.
Malik crossed into the room not long after, carrying a roll of duct tape.

�Found
this in the kitchen. Comes in handy right about now, wouldn�t you say?� The
smaller agent grinned at his lover.

Marik
stepped forward to tape their frightened, compliant victim down to the chair,
making sure he was immobile before backing out of sight again. It wasn�t
needed, but as an extra precaution. And of course for the
effect. Which was immediate as their captive started
to tremble even harder beneath his hands.

�Most definitely.� He quipped.

A
click of the light switch and brightness flooded the room.

�You!� Dox gasped
in astonishment as he focused on what appeared to be the only other person in
the room.

This
was the person who had stolen into his house in the dead of night? The person
who had scared the living shit out of him? Malik? He
had been afraid of this whelp? This little nobody?

�Yeah yeah yeah�me.
Can�t you say anything a little less clich�?� Malik sneered as he pulled the
strangely shaped rod out from his belt loop. ��Fuck-stick.�

It
was time to play. He was looking forward to trying out this new toy. Marik had
his chance earlier, it was his turn.

�What
is the meaning of this?! What do you want?� Dox
whimpered, straining against the duct tape that held him to the chair.

Anxious
thoughts ran through the assistant�s head as he eyed his tormentor. No one knew
he was in trouble, no one could help. He had to get away from this maniac! If
he could just keep the creepy agent talking there might be a chance to get
away, but first he had to loosen the tape and so far it was resisting his every
effort.

�You
will find out shortly.� Marik replied with a nasty, freezing glare as he
stepped into the man�s sight.

The
emaciated man flinched back from the death glare Marik was aiming at him, just
now realizing there were two of them in the room. Who the hell was that?! He
was huge! He eyed the newcomer with hesitation. Maybe there was a reason for
him to worry. A rather large one.

Malik
hooked the edge of the rod underneath his captive�s chin cruelly, forcing the
man�s attention back to him. �I don�t think he�s the one you need to fear right
now. As for what I want�I want the people who killed my brother! I want the
people who are after my family. And you are the key to getting what I want!�

�But
I don�t know what you�re talking about!� Dox glanced
anxiously between the two blondes, rethinking his tenuous situation. �I don�t
know your family!�

�Actually
you do. You should remember Isis and Shadi pretty well you little shit. After
all it was you who ordered their dismissal! Ordered them to
be hunted down like animals!� Malik hissed, his eyes flashing furiously.

�I-I�they�I��
Dox started trembling beneath the blonde�s rage.
�They�kidnapped��

�HORSE SHIT!!!� Malik roared.

Dox ducked back in alarm. �Please�please
don�t hurt me�you don�t have to do this�We can��

�Don�t hurt me he says�� Marik mocked
their captive in a falsetto voice.

Malik
chuckled threateningly as he eyed their captive with interest. �Oh don�t worry;
this�ll be pretty painless�for me anyways.�

The
man shivered in Malik�s grasp, attention alternating
between him and his darker half. The smaller blonde pushed on the rod, bringing
the pig like eyes back to him. If Isis
were to be believed this rod would strengthen his powers of mind control. It
was time to test it out. Nimbly flipping the rod around in his hand Malik
backed away and pointed it at the tightly bound man, closing his eyes and
concentrating on the barrier between their minds.

�Wha�?� Dox winced at the pain in
his head.

�Who�s
involved in the cult killing ring?� Malik hissed.�

Dark,
pig like eyes rolled back into his head as it rolled limply to the side. Stick
thin limbs twitched once before the eyes opened and he looked at Malik with an
eerily blank stare. His mouth worked a couple of times but no sound came out.

�I
don�t know.� He finally said in a halting, monotone voice.

�What
do you mean you don�t know?!� Malik
hissed, pushing further into the other�s mind, ripping through the easily
accessed memories. �Who�s involved in the cult killings? Is it Pegasus?�

�I
don�t�know.� Dox repeated, his voice cracking from
the strain on his mind.

Frustrated,
Malik delved deeper, knowing very well that it would cause their uncooperative
captive discomfort. �Yes you do! Now who is he?!!!�

Their
captive cried out in pain. �I don�t know�I don�t know!�

Malik
growled low in his throat, pushing harder than he ever had before. A horrific
scream tore itself from Dox�s throat. But Malik pushed
on. There had to be something here. This man had to know. He had to! Bits and
pieces of a high-born yet wasted life swam before the smaller blonde�s
thoughts, but nothing of what he was searching for.

After
tearing through every possible memory for what he wanted to know Malik was
finally forced to concede that the man, indeed, did not know. With a sigh he
let go of most of his control, leaving Dox writhing
and sobbing in the chair he was bound to.

Swearing
to himself, the smaller blonde paced the length of the room before pointing the
rod once again at their twitching captive. If the little shit truly didn�t
know, then maybe there was a way for him to find out. He was the closest link
they had to the two men in question.

The
little weasel could do their dirty work for them. Sniff around the suspect
senators for even the slightest hint that they were dirty. It had to be them;
there was too much corroborating evidence for it not to be. Not only with what
he knew, but with what Seto and Jou had dug up on their search as well. Pegasus
and Dartz were in this up to their eyeballs! He would
bet his life on it!

��You
are to find out what Pegasus and his little butt buddy, Dartz
are up to.� Malik commanded. �I will be back every night around this time to
hear your progress report. You will forget everything about our little
conversation until you hear my voice. You will obey me. Do you understand?�
�
Dox nodded shakily, his voice breathless
and raspy. �I understand�and I will obey.�

�You
think this will work?� Marik asked as he roughly pulled the tape off the
quivering, sobbing captive.

�It
will.� Malik replied with a smirk. �He will obey me.�

The
instant he was free Dox fell to the floor, twitching
limply. Malik checked his condition briefly before following his lover out of
the house, disappointed. Damn, this was going to take a lot longer than what he
had imagined. Now they needed a place nearby to hang out until the little worm
got the information they needed.

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�So�how
do we get in there to find out?� Jou asked as he surveyed the tall, barbed wire
encased metal fence that followed alongside the road they were driving down.

The
blonde was surprised at the amount of information they had uncovered in the
past two days. Some of it came from documents and files that had been locked
away in dusty filing cabinets. Information like the fact that Yugi�s father,
when he was alive, had worked as an aide for Senator Pegasus.

That
fact hadn�t seemed all that important at first. But after talking with Isis, they found that Pegasus was the same
creep that Malik�d had a run in with just the other
day. Odd that the same man would be in the same office for
almost twenty years. But yet look no older than he had when he first assumed
office. Malik�s confrontation sent them back to the Hitori mansion to give another look at the old files that
they had dismissed on their first day in town.

�But the most important pieces of information
came from chatting with some of the friendly people who had made the small
mountainside town their home. And that was why they were driving down this
deserted stretch of mountain road, following the seemingly impenetrable fence
that reached for miles around what was thought to be a top secret government
research facility.

Research
my ass, the blonde thought with a huff as he eyed the fence with distaste,
wondering what really went on behind the razor wire enclosure.

��We
can�t.� Seto replied after a few moments silence. �But I know someone who can.
We�ll take another quick look around and head back to the hotel. I want as much
information as I can get before I call in Bakura.�

They
drove the stretch of road once more, noting again where the gate guarded
entrance was, as well as the hotel-like structure that they could just barely
make out in the distance � built almost into the mountainside. They would need
to relay all this data to Bakura before they even attempted what was bound to
be a rather dangerous venture.

Seto
smirked as he turned off the road, watching in the rearview mirror as the fence
faded away in the distance. It was time to call in the big guns. Or in this case, the big thief. Bakura could steal anything.
He was a master at hiding in plain sight as he worked to filch whatever had caught
his fancy. It didn�t matter whether the person who owned the object of his
interest had it clutched in their hands or not. Bakura was just that good.

The
blue eyed brunette thought back to all the times he had been the butt of Atemu
and Bakura�s pranks and dares. He had never been able
to figure out how the two of them always managed to steal his car keys, his
liquor - most of the times right out of his unknowing hands. It wasn�t until he
finally saw the power they were hiding from him that he finally figured out how
they had managed all their childish mischief.

The
minute they hit their hotel room Seto busied himself
with sketching out what they had seen earlier. For hours the brunette sat at
the tiny table, going over and over the layout of the secret government
facility. Everything from the length of the razor topped fence to the location
of the surveillance cameras he had spotted. Even the location of the building
was noted along with the automatic gates.

While
his lover was busy writing notes Jou listlessly flipped the channels on the
small television as he twirled his dyed black hair around his fingers. But he
wasn�t watching the screen. His mind was far away, thinking back to the most
pertinent piece of information they had gotten. It was from an old man who
tended a large flock of sheep and a couple of cows just outside of town.

The
man had said that there was always activity at the secret compound. Soldiers
bustling about, fancy cars entering and leaving. Which in a way they were
expecting that. Even the most secret of secret facilities had human traffic.

But
it wasn�t that that had caught their interest. It was when the man had mumbled
about how the world was going to pot. When Seto haughtily questioned the man as
to why he thought that, the man replied with an even stare at the blue eyed
agent that he had never known the soldiers of old to be slovenly, unshaven and
large of girth. He then went on to talk about how it was a disgrace to hard
working military men everywhere that the government let their lifers get in
that condition.

Jou
remembered the incredulous look he and Seto shared at the seemingly innocent
comment. Soldiers weren�t fat!

That
was the observation that had drawn their attention to the isolated compound.
There were other enlightening remarks made by some of the town�s residents, but
that one was the most revealing. It was what sent the two of them out on the
deserted road to do a little recon in the first place before looking up more of
the town�s older residents for questioning.

After
a quick look around, they came back to town to do a little more research on the
area in question.� Seto called Isis and gave her the information
concerning the facility. If anyone were to know about it, it would be her and
Shadi for they had highly placed contacts in the CIA as well as the White House
itself - and could still count on a few of them even though they were
considered to be AWOL. It was a matter of knowing who to trust with what
information. Or knowing what database to hack � their specialty.

But
a disappointing phone call back an hour and a half later let the blue eyed
agent and his amateur partner know that no one in the know knew anything about
this supposed research center. The only detail available was that Senator
Pegasus requested a grant for the land and its use as a research facility
indefinitely. No one knew what actually went on inside the building. It was
just another senator�s pet project that was buried beneath a sea of paperwork.

That
fact combined with what Malik had relayed to Isis about their creepy senator told them
that they needed another, closer look at the area. And in order to do that they
needed Bakura�s expertise and more than likely
Atemu�s as well � since they wouldn�t exactly be welcomed on the premises with
open arms.

Jou
fidgeted with the remote as he contemplated what would happen should they fail
to find out who was responsible for the killings. His little buddy was next in
line. And this group was not fooling around. They had APBs out on Atemu, Shadi
and Isis. Citizens were warned that the rogue agents were likely armed and
dangerous � to call the authorities if they even thought they caught a glimpse
of them.

The
word to the cops was even worse. They were to shoot to kill. This little tidbit
he had found when he wandered into the local police station pretending to be
new in town. Their stats were spread across all fifty-one states. It was an
eerie thought.

If
he couldn�t find out who was behind the plot in time Yugi would be dead. And not peacefully either. A tear slid down his face at the
horrific notion. He couldn�t imagine a world without his little pal�s smiling
face. What was wrong with these people?!

�Jou?� Seto was sitting beside him on the
bed.

The
blonde jumped, turning his tear stained gaze towards equally troubled blue
eyes. He wiped the tears away and attempted to smile. But it was a failed
effort. Suddenly he was swept up into strong arms. He dissolved into tears.

�It
will be okay. We have to believe it will.� Seto shushed him gently, holding
tightly as he sobbed.

�I-I
don�t�I don�t want him to die�he�s so�so full of life. So
innocent. He wouldn�t hurt anyone�ever�.Yugi doesn�t deserve this.� Jou
wailed, his tears soaking into the soft shirt.

�I
know�We�ll get them first. We have to.� Seto pulled Jou down onto the bed,
kissing the top of his forehead. �I�ll call Bakura in the morning. Get his ass
out here. It�s bedtime, we�ve done all we can.�

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Yugi
stifled a yawn behind his hand. He was so bored. Shooting a sideways glance at
Ryou he assumed that the other teen was just as bored as he was. The white
haired teen was lounging on the couch watching the dust motes as they floated
lazily in the patch of sunlight coming in from the open window.

Two
days. Two days that their darker halves had been gone. And there was really
nothing to do but sit and wait. They had already had enough of the small
selection of three video games that had been left at the house. Isis was at the store replenishing their
food supply. And Shadi was on the computer going over the latest information
that Seto had sent them.

Lately
the small tricolor haired teen had come to think of the enigmatic, quiet agent
as a sort of mentor � a father figure almost. The older man worked with the two
smaller lights quite frequently over the past couple of weeks, showing them how
to control their budding gifts as well as giving them insight into their darker
halves.

And
although the agent wasn�t nearly as animated as Isis, he got the distinct feeling that the
man cared for them as much as he did the rest of his adopted family.

��I
hope they made it okay.� Ryou commented with a worried sigh. �What did they go
out there for?�

Yugi
turned around to look at his friend. �Jou said that he and Seto found a secret
government place or something that belongs to that Senator that Malik ran into.
I guess my dad used to work for this Pegasus or something like that�I really
wasn�t listening.�

The
small tricolor haired teen hadn�t paid the three way conversation that much
attention after hearing about the senator in question. He had been too busy
dissecting what Malik had told him and Atemu about this Pegasus. To think that
one of his friends had finally got a good look at the person who may have killed
his family, the one who was trying to end his life.

Yugi
wasn�t quite sure how to deal with the information that his pursuer was a flesh
and blood person rather than the all consuming evil he had though. Of course
the man consorted that evil, but he was still only a man.

The
petite teen was still stuck on the topic as he lounged around their cozy living
room waiting for word from Atemu. A myriad of conflicting emotions bubbled up
beneath his calm exterior. Yugi wondered why the man was so determined to end
his life. Why the man hadn�t been caught? He wondered what he would do if he
were to ever have a face to face confrontation with this evil being. Would he
have the nerve to end it?

�Has�has
Atemu contacted you?� Ryou asked hesitantly, feeling somewhat uneasy about Bakura�s blocked link.

Yugi
twitched, his disturbing train of thought lost when Ryou voiced his question.
��Yeah. He said that they made it there no problem last night.�

Ryou
rolled over on the couch to stare at his friend. Atemu had contacted Yugi. But
why hadn�t Bakura contacted him? Doubts and insecurities invaded his thoughts
as he pondered over the troubling fact. If something was wrong Atemu would say.
So why hadn�t his lover contacted him?

�There
is no need for doubts young one.� Shadi�s voice
drifted to them from behind the laptop�s case. �You went to bed early last
night, if you recall. And by now Bakura will be out doing recon. He will not
lower his shields when he is in the field. That would put you in danger.�

The
quietly spoken comment drew Yugi from his thoughts. He glanced over at his
worried friend with a guilty cringe. �Ah! Damn Ryou�I�m sorry. Atemu said to
give you the message that Bakura wished you a good night. He couldn�t get
through last night cause you were already asleep. I
forgot�Sorry!�

Ryou
smiled gently, realizing that Yugi had other, heavy thoughts on his mind. �It�s
alright Yugi. You�ve had a lot to think about lately.�

�I�m
just worried is all.� Yugi replied, gnawing on his
lower lip. �Something just feels so off today�so weird. And I don�t know what
it is. I can�t put my finger on it...�

He
had the feeling that something was wrong last night too. Just
before he went to bed. It was the only reason he had been up long enough
to hear Atemu�s calling. It was so much more intense then. And it didn�t end
until he had finally passed out due to exhaustion. Now it was just a nagging
foreboding. A feeling he couldn�t shake. But he didn�t want to worry his lover
or his friends with these unexplained feelings of impending doom. The others
were already anxious enough as it was.

Shadi
sat up, listening intently to the seemingly innocent exchange. So far neither
of the boys had mentioned the ability to spiritually sense trouble. But he
supposed that it wasn�t that far fetched to think that at least one of them had
that rather useful gift.

�Do
me a favor Yugi.� The sound of Shadi�s voice brought
the attention of both lights to him. �I want you to picture everyone who�s a
part of our group individually. And tell me when the feeling is strongest.
Let�s start with Atemu��

Yugi
closed his eyes, concentrating on his lover. The feeling was still there, but
it hadn�t grown stronger or weaker with the mental image. He shook his head
negative.

�Try�Bakura.�

Again,
another negative shake of the teen�s head.

�Marik?�

A slight pause. Another shake.

�Malik?�

This
time it took a moment longer for Yugi to answer. But once again he shook his
head no. The feeling didn�t die down, but it didn�t get any stronger.

Shadi
named off each member of their clan one by one. But so far nothing had changed.
He knew they were all in slight danger just from being so close to the cult.
But he also knew to trust that irksome little feeling in the back of his head.
And that was what he was trying to teach Yugi. If they had caught this sooner,
the boy would already be able to tell who was in trouble. But it had never been
mentioned before.

�Isis?�

Yugi�s
sharp intake of breath told the elder agent all he needed to know. Setting the
laptop gently to the side, he jumped off the couch and made his way quickly
into the kitchen where the cell phones were kept while they were charging. He
plucked one of them from the table and dialed Isis�s number.

After
a few rings an out of breath voice answered the call. �Shadi��

He
gripped the phone tightly, taking brief notice of the two teens that had
wandered into the kitchen. �What happened?�

�I
have been run off the road by the most miserable son of a bitch I have ever had
the misfortune to meet.� Isis grumbled. �I�m out now. But I think
the truck is a little worse for wear. I�ll be home in a minute or two.�

Shadi
laughed breathlessly. A minor car accident. That was
what had caused Yugi�s discomfort. He relayed the information to the two teens,
who both breathed deeply at hearing Isis was okay. If that little incident had
set off the smaller teen�s sixth sense, than they should know the moment
anything else were to happen.

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The
evening before:

�I�ll
be back in a minute.� Malik kissed his boyfriend before hoisting himself
through the window and into Dox�s kitchen.

�I�ll
be watching.� Marik replied before turning to watch the deserted country
scenery.

The
taller blonde hated the fact that Malik was putting himself in danger by
drawing Dox�s attention to him. But his little lover
was infinitely more skilled at drawing information out of their unwilling
snitch than he could ever think of being. His appearance only intimidated the
little asshole until the man lost control of his bladder. It had happened twice
now.

So
he volunteered to hang around outside. They needed to keep watch anyways. It
wouldn�t do them or the others any good if they were found out and cornered by
local law enforcement or by the creeps in suits that the American public liked
to think of as senators and saviors. He paced the rear of the house, watching
for anything out of the ordinary as he waited for his lover to emerge�

Marik
glanced down at his watch with an impatient sigh. Ten minutes. Did the little
weasel finally come across something of value? That would be the only
explanation for Malik taking so long inside. The tall blonde twitched, a soft
noise from inside the house catching his notice. Malik was coming. He walked
toward the window intent on helping his lover back to the ground, with a quick
glance back at the tree line.

�There
he is!� A shout came from inside the house.

Marik
glanced up just as a fiery pain shot through his shoulder. What the hell? He
grabbed his useless arm and dropped to his knees with a hoarse cry of pain.
Only instincts saved him from being shot again as he dropped to the side behind
the back stairs. A bullet whizzed past his ear.

They
have Malik! His mind shouted. And he was going to die! Another wild shot
glanced off the wood in front of him. Longingly Marik eyed the trees in the
distance, adrenaline pounding in his veins. They were trying to kill him! He
had to go. Fumbling to his feet, the agent ran a pattern towards the tree line.
If he was going to save Malik, then he needed to stay alive himself!

Not
a moment after he gave up his hiding spot a man tore out of the house after
him, firing as he ran. Dirt and debris kicked up into the large blonde�s eyes
as another shot hit the ground in front of him. But Marik had a head start on
his pursuer and made it into the cover of pines well before the other.

More
shots hit the trees as he passed. He darted around the grasping branches and
stinging pine needles, searching for a place to ambush his attacker. He
couldn�t go on for much longer losing blood as he was. Thank the gods the snow
had melted in the earlier week�s warmth. He wove through the dense thickness of
trees trying to find a place suitable to rest and retaliate.

Marik
spied a fallen log in the distance. He could hear his tail�s furious footsteps
behind him as he dashed through the thick trees but a quick glance behind him
told the blonde that he was not within the other�s vision. Tired and out of
breath, Marik used his good arm to pull himself over the top of the log and
drop out of sight. He pulled the gun out of its holster, checking the chamber.

The
wait began. The thrashing stopped and the sound of someone reloading a gun took
its place. Then silence resounded throughout the forest of trees. Marik could hear
his heart pounding furiously in his chest. He had to get out of here! He had to
save Malik! And that meant being faster than the asshole chasing him.

A
twig snapped in the soundlessness and he turned his head in the direction of
the noise. The stars twinkled overhead, the moon lending an eerie glow to the
quietness. Marik squinted, attempting to see through the gloom. Where was that
asshole?!

Another
twig snapped right behind the log he was using as cover.

�Gotcha asshole!� A voice sounded from above.

A
shot sounded in the dark. The muffled thump of a body hitting
the ground.

I
think I was mistaken when I said this only had a couple more chaps. More like
3-4.

Please,
please review?! *begs piteously*
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