Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Anger of the Sun
The entire mansion heard it…a woman’s scream. Magunauts followed the sound with rushed steps. The master of the house and his sons soon joined the group towards the family wing straight into the master bedroom.
Rashid walked out from the bathroom, a gun pressed to a maid’s head. Quatre recognized the maid from not an hour ago…Amelia.
“Crys!” Quatre raced into the bathroom to where his wife sat against the wall on the cold floor. Blood was dripping from a grazed cut on her neck. Her eyes were glazed over and hyperventilation was starting to show. He rushed to her form, took her head in his hands.
“Crys, calm down breathe.” Quatre sighed with relief when the cut wasn’t serious. “Look at me…Everything is okay…”
“Mom!” He heard the concerned voices of Trevor and Jonathan outside.
“She’s okay!” Quatre called back.
“She won’t be for long!!!” Amelia’s voice traveled into the bathroom. Quatre left his frightened wife but not before asking Trevor and Jonathan to look after her. As he entered the bedroom, Quatre saw five magunauts circled around a glaring Amelia who was still being held tightly by Rashid.
The magunauts parted when they saw Quatre approach, his eyes trained on the perpetrator. No one spoke a word to the blonde businessman nor anyone dared to. They had learned from the war that Quatre’s anger was the worst kind…quiet and almost deadly when provoked. It nearly rivaled his brother-in-law’s own anger.
Unafraid for her life, Amelia glared right back at Quatre Winner.
“Tell me right now…” The magunauts watched their master’s mind start to calculate possibilities. “Did you push my wife down the stairs?”
Amelia’s green eyes stared right back into his slowly seething blues.
“Yes…”
A frown. Those blue eyes began to grow in their anger.
“Did you attempt to assassinate my wife not but two days ago as she was with my daughter buying baby clothes for my grandchild?”
Green eyes held firm on his own blue ones.
“Hell yes.” The maid leaned closer to him. “And I would do it again in a heartbeat.”
Her back hit the wall with bone crushing force. Amelia screamed in agony as her spine nearly crushed at the impact. She gripped the hand that wrapped around her thin neck in a grip that cut off air.
“Why? Why are you wanting to kill my wife!? Answer me now dammit!”
Rashid nodded to the others within in the room and they all backed away silently. Knowing their master wouldn’t want his family to see his anger, two went to the bathroom door and closed it.
Despite the fact that there was little air entering her lungs and that there was a furious man standing before her, Amelia stood firm on her feet.
“Because two gods of the same symbol cannot be together! It is sacrilege and must end!” She whispered out.
“Then why try this now!?”
“Because Takkun believed if you two had at least one life together you would listen to reason. He believed you would be mad that she could not bear you any more children and leave her so he instructed me to…deal with the problem.” She snorted. “But you two are too far gone. At this rate you’ll kill us all! We should have destroyed at least YOU before you two could ever meet!”
Quatre’s glare hardened.
“I take it this is the first time you have…failed in your attempt to destroy us.”
She smirked. “Ever since she made you and Lord Susanno fall from heaven…For centuries we have killed your reincarnations before contact could be made. Yet you still do not enter your respective heavens.” She rolled her eyes. “Love is not needed for gods…”
“I am no god…I am a man.” He held out a hand. “Rashid!”
Rashid nodded, knowing what he wished for. Picking up the discarded knife the trusted old man placed it in his master’s hand then stepped back silently.
The strength Amelia once had suddenly vanished from her form. Those fearless green eyes grew wide with fear. Quatre came within kissing distance to the frightened woman. His voice was low and dangerous, though not low enough for the other occupants to hear.
“You tell your gods…whoever you serve…that no one is taking my angel of dawn away from me. Not in this life, not in any others before me.”
A gasp and she was dead…Her own knife stabbed right through her heart.
Amelia’s body fell with a sickening plop to the carpeted floor, her red blood staining crisp beige. Quatre’s cool had returned instantly. It was rather scary he could do that…be a mad man one minute, the next a calm and gentle one. The maganacs supposed it was an after effect after the war. You’ve killed and seen the dead before…you more than likely wouldn’t react as others would.
The master of the household walked away calmly as if he didn’t just kill someone; his next destination the closed bathroom door.
“Rashid, I’m sorry but could you and the others clean this up? I don’t want to trouble the maids.”
“Right away, Master Quatre.” Rashid replied. “Might I suggest…”
Quatre nodded. Sometimes it seemed he and his old friend were linked like Crys and Heero were.
“We will be leaving immediately.” His hand gripped the bathroom doorknob. “And Rashid?” Rashid looked at him expectantly. Quatre’s back was to him, thus Rashid couldn’t tell what his master’s expression held.
“Yes, Master Quatre?”
“Am I going to have to…deal with you as well?”
Rashid stood rigid. He relaxed a few seconds later.
“You have no worries, Master Quatre. The magunauts and I are in no connection with the Order.”
“I see…” Some tension left Quatre’s form. “Then I expect an explanation…When my wife is secured of course.”
A nod from his old friend.
“Of course.”
