Day Two: Morning

[Yamu]

David P. Denton turned on to Roosevelt Lane at the same time two other cars approaching from the opposite direction did. Their twin headlights were only secondary to his racing mind, trying to think of anything at all he could say to win his Ex-wife back.




Agent Howler had been Madam Kadabera?s chief assassin for the past twenty years. He had never failed, had never taken more then one shot. He was slightly miffed he had been sent on such a small job, he supposed his employer had just wanted to make sure this one got done right.

They had been tailing the target since he had left his house, but now it was starting to get light out?wherever this Agent had been heading, it was no longer to his house.

Roosevelt Lane. Howler sighed, loading his gun and pushing his head out of the sun roof as they turned onto another neighborhood street. It was time to end this ?chase?.





?Merely ask, Yamu.? Selipa?a words were melodious but the warm notes were a velvet glove that covered the metal fist inside. He eyes seemed to burn through him, weighing him as a man and as a fighter.

The vein covered brute looked over at his friend, she was stable but he knew she had already lost a lot of blood?even if she stayed stable she would be gone before the next day was over. ?No.? He said slowly, extending the syllable for all it was worth. ?Even if we heal her?she has already lost so much blood?if I?m fighting with you now, we might need those on injuries that we can fix?on people who can fight.?

The Saiya-Jin woman nodded and turned away, not showing if she was content with the answer or not.

Yamu spun as he heard the tortured screams of Hasky. ?Hasky?what were you shouting about??

?I don?t have a home?? she murmured on the verge of tears, ?It was just a nightmare??



The hiked the morning again in silence. Yamu carried his blonde friend, wishing he could just end her pain?but he knew that?s not what she wanted. The passed several bodies, none of which Yamu recognized. He wanted so badly to end Hasky?s suffering, to send his blade directly through her to where she wouldn?t feel the pain anymore and have her well and whole again.

He knew she would not want that though. Yamu hoped they would find another of these ?Med-kit? things and be able to help her. So far?all they had found here corpses.

Yamu didn?t trust this group, they way they looked and talked to each other, they had known each other before this. Any time one made a sudden movement, he expected a shotgun blast to his own stomach. He had not seen two of them in action, but the one they called ?Rad? was a titan. His power had been godly. The human had a sudden sensation that it would be on of these that ended his time in this game?not someone else.

Yamu knew he could go without sleep, without food, and without water?he could not go without fighting. His muscles twitched, his blood strained?his essence craved bloodshed?but all he saw were the leftovers of other people fun?




Dave was momentarily shocked by man standing out of his sunroof, even more shocked by the unmistakable silhouette of a rifle in his hands.

Maybe it was his own desperation, maybe it was he wanted to be remembered for doing something good, maybe it had been watching the fighters of Dante?s Abyss conquer unimaginable odds. Whatever it was?it made David P. Denton hit his accelerator, pass his ex-wife?s house, and T-bone the van with the armed assassin sending them both careening wildly through what had once been an award winning lawn.