Smoke filled the hall engulfing Matt’s solitary figure. It had been what felt like forever since Mikami and Outa had arrived to help.
*Flashback*
Matt put the phone down after having sent out a distress signal on line 3. By the third shot he had his gun “price of life” and dashed through the front door. His slim figure skid to a halt in a patch of dirt, kicking up dust.
Taking his usual position he began laying heavy fire to the shrubs that lit up with the assault. Thinking he saw someone stand up at the edge of the yard he hoped Mello was O.K.
The gun fired at him now as though their target at the other side was done. “Great.” Matt could feel his vision blur as tears smarted his eyes. His gun needed more work were holding heat was concerned. “Not good.”
Running a few paces closer he opened the valves on his canon allowing the ending to extend. Loading it, he pulled the trigger watching as the small balls of flames came into contact with the bushes. He waited a moment until he was sure all activity had stopped, and then proceeded.
He was not two feet from the overhang of trees when fire again started from another direction. Falling headlong into the brush, he knew it wasn’t this guy. This enemy was most certainly dead. With a grimace of disgust, he pushed the charred remains away.
‘Where are they?!’ Matt’s mind screamed as he bit his lip to keep himself in control. ‘I didn’t call just for fun!’ He scanned himself for a moment to make sure he was still in one piece. Minor cuts and scrapes were all he found. Taking a breath he stood to face his oppressors, saw the top of a tree on fire, he nearly shouted as he saw two figures make a brake from the scene.
Listening to the roar of a motorcycle, he ran for the houses porch. Mikami must have gotten the other guys since none shot at him. Mikami was one of Matt’s most trusted allies. He knew that it was Outa on the bike, Mikami’s traveling buddy. Matt ran into Mikami as he was in the process of throwing the basement doors open for Outa and Mello. Matt raced inside and threw everything out of the way as the two men brought Mello in.
“Hold this!” came the smooth voice of Mikami. Matt took the string of christmas light handed to him. The man was even taller than Matt with long, curly, black hair. His attire was always a loose tux; which was now being drenched with Mello’s blood. He was always calm no matter the situation.
Taking the lights he and Outa strung them along the ceiling of the basement. Outa rivaled Mello’s height, a little stocky in build, but with a heart of gold. His dark eyes were similar in color to his dark brown, hair, which was just shaggy enough to be noticeable.
When they were finished and Mello had been laid out. Mikami pushed Matt out of the room. So, he could concentrate without listening to Matt freak-out at the operation.
Taking his coat off him he went to work removing Mello’s cloths so he and Outa could begin fixing the irrational youth. “Ugh…” he sighed, looking at Mello’s body for a moment, “Stitches, forceps, all the usual stuff.” Outa ran to get the tools. Although no one new what he did in real life, Mikami was tolled by all that he should be a surgeon.
*End flashback*
Matt paced the hall for the hundredth time, lighting the beginning of his second pack of cigarettes. Near was out cold, the lucky stiff, so Matt was left to his own thoughts. He continued prowling till his feet went numb and contented himself by slumping to the floor of the hall. Seconds ticked by, the cigarette feel from his slack mouth, his breath came in even light snores.
The still house now only carried the small sounds that were emitted from the basement.
