How could I loose it all.....

Chapter12: Awake... Escape

(Imagine that girl with piercing green eyes, that's Beatrice)

I sigh with relief as I hear the click of cages ring down the hall.
"Here we go..." I mutter silently to my self. Kicking one of the now knocked out guards as I make my way back down the crowded hall.
Everyone is screaming and yelling but all I hear is slurred voices. Ohhh nooo... I shake my head harshly.
"Come on Leo! Just a little longer."
"Leo!" A screech bounces off the cold chamber hall. I break into a quicker paise, knowing that voice anywhere.
"Bea?! BEA!!? Beatrice?!?!" Mutants are pushing past me to get away from the guards and find an exit. I hit their shoulders harshly as I pass, resenting them for not helping.
Soon I see her on the floor doing CPR on that Lizard Mutant. She sees me and her pleading eyes say,
'Save them!'
I look up and see mobs of men and my kind throwing punches at each other cruelly. Many are on the ground bleeding badly. To protect her I pull out a katana.
"Leo!" She yells, I turn towards her. "Not them, Them!" I see her pointing to the others on the floor.
[No way! No no no no... Fine!]
Feet pushing the rest of me into action I run to the nearest of the fallen. I look at Beatrice, noticing her begin to struggle and pull the man to the side of the wall so not to get trampled.
Following in suite I grab two others and bring them to her.
"I'm not a doctor!" She yells panicking.
"Neither am I! I'm a fighter, but here I am!" I reply placing the bodies down gently.
She sighs and nods resigned to helping over being a brat. I grin as she begins to tear off some cloths to cover wounds. Seeing her work kicks me back into gear, and I dash amidst the chaos to grab any one I can and bring them to Beatrice.
The riot is dying down and our hiding place among the mob is beginning to thin. I grab her hand and point down the hall.
"What about them?!"
I shake my head not knowing, then stop. With a deep intimidating voice, booming with authority I pull some fighters over to me.
"Top priority is getting those injured out side! Under stood!?"
They nod rapidly and help Bea pull them down the hall. The 5 men's former combatants look at me; angry that I took away their prey. I smile and pull my katanas out, I feel her staring at the back of my head. I turn the steel blades to the dull end so not to cut any one and run at them. They were easy hits.
As I dash along the hall helping others away I get other mutants motivated to help the rest of the injured out of the building. "Comn' every one get out!! Hurry!"
Some run, but others stand their ground unwilling to be the ones to turn their backs.
'How did she get me into this?...'

I grab some and inform others once again to get out. Soon all that's left are those who refuse to go. I sigh and limp my tired body with others and struggle into the cold night, the icy air chilling me to the core.
Viewing my surroundings, I see all the people and mutants looking around and crying. A grin plastering onto my face everything starts to blur. I notice long hair flash in front of my face, its jet black, the color slowly matching the scenery behind it.

I awake in a chilling darkness, preventing me from separating my dreamless slumber from reality.
I groan.
"Hey L," Her voice soothes sweetly, "don't move, you stressed your body really badly."
"You're no doctor, how do you know?" I smile, blushing warmly.
She takes the thing off my face that hid me from the world. "Because one of the guards we saved was a retired doctor."
I gape, one of the guards?! "What was he doing outside? We left them where you bandaged them right?"
She nods and continues, "he got us across the country, and saved us from being found as well. Haha, I was horrified! I thought I was going to die next to my unconscious best friend. He drove us drove to Tennessee and are in the cellar of a motel."
"Well no wonder it reeks!" I laugh and she grins amusingly, "So, what now? My father is in NewYork and I don't have any one else to look for."
Looking at me with a mischievous grin I hear her voice whisper, "I guess that means I'm goin' home..."
I crawl my way over to her as she slumps to the floor and cries, 'I'm going home!' over and over. I can tell that she can't hold it back, so I hug her tightly and told her loving things. It reminds me deeply of Mikey when we lost LeatherHead to the Usugami... Donnie was holding him as both if them wept harshly, their sobs were so rough and ragged... I recall pulling them both to me and telling them many things that now I no longer have...
I push back a tear, her weeps are not of sadness but of joy. I can't make this a petty moment.i