I nestled against the sand. Desert nights get so cold. I was pretty sure that it was at least twenty, if not colder. Yet there was no snow. Just an endless sea of sand. The cold desert reminded me of how very lonely my life is. Completely empty. I sighed and let a tear roll down my cheek, into the sand.
"Hmph!" I felt Bill collapse into the sand next to me. There was a moment of silence that followed this. I sighed in relief, but it felt almost awkward; Ever since we had left the house, it was like Bill was playing the game 20 questions. He refused to stop asking questions from dawn to dusk. "So..." He started softly. I groaned. "What do you want, Bill?" I rolled over to face him, propping myself up on my elbow. "I demand that you tell me where you are taking me!" He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at me. I rolled my eyes and rolled my body over. I closed my eyes and into the darkness, I whispered to him.
"We are going to Tokyo."
Only a few days had passed when we made it to a small town. I was exhausted, and deep down, I knew he was too. I decided that we needed to find a place to stay. We found an abandoned warehouse. Completely empty and void of people. The warehouse was made up of a huge main room and a tiny office that was bare. "You will sleep in the office and I will sleep outside the door." I ordered. He nodded, and walked into the room, closing the door behind him.
I had just fallen into a dreamless sleep, when I heard a noise. Oh how badly I wanted to investigate that noise, but my eyelids remained shut.
Suddenly, my head was jerked from the floor. "Well, Ill be damned! Its Asia Spade, herself!" chuckled a voice. I could tell that the voice belonged to a male. I could also tell that he had been drinking. His breath smelled badly of alcohol; It made my head spin. My hands searched the floor of anything I could use as a weapon. My hands brushed only against the smooth concrete. I was about to launch my foot into him when I felt the knives. Two of them. One against my neck and the other resting against my stomach. That is when I realized there was more than one person with me.
"Where is the boy?" questioned the second voice, also belonging to a man. As he spoke, the blade against my belly dipped and sliced into my skin. A whimper escaped my lips. I almost wanted to kill myself. I was tougher than this. I was appearing weaker than I really was.
"Go search for him. Now!" Commanded the first voice. "Fine." was the answer from the blackness that surrounded us all. Before he departed, he sunk his knife deeper into me, then pulled it loose. I could now smell the sour, rusty scent of blood.
"You better let me go," I warned. "Or what?" He barked, laughing slightly.
With all my might, I pushed against the mans arm. He fell onto his backside while I put a few feet in between us. The sound of the blade slicing through the air penetrated the silence around me. I cried out when the blade lodged its self deeply into my side. I sound to the ground, panting. "Everyone talks about how tough and dangerous you are. People around the globe are afraid that you are lurking in the shadows," His voice was taunting as he crossed the pitch black warehouse floor to where I sat, helpless and bleeding. His hand closed around my neck; The sweat on his hand made my wound sting unbearably.
"But you went down much easier than I expected," I guess the sun was rising, because I could see the outline of his face. And I could see the knife raised in his hand. "See you in hell," he whispered.
I prepared to see my life flashing in front of my eyes. I prepared for the blade to plunge directly into my heart. But something unexpected happened.
Two hands, holding a large object made contact with the mans head. His body slumped onto the floor, unconscious; His knife fell onto the floor in front of me.
The bright lights flashed on, momentarily blinding me. "Hey," yelled the second man. I raised my hand to shield my eyes. Bill stood, straight and calm, a few feet away. He saved me! Bill saved me. The thought was almost too much for my mind to register.
A rather short man came into view. He was wearing all black, and might I say that he looked angry. "You little bitch," He hissed, staring directly at me. At lightning speed, I had pulled the knife from my side and thrown it in his direction. It made contact just above his collar bone. He went down with a thud.
I remained on my knees; I did not know if I possessed the strength to stand. "Are you okay?" He turned to face me. His voice was completely blank and distant. "You didnt kill him," I stated. "He will wake up in a few hours." He nodded solemnly. I clumsily rose.
That was a big mistake.
I didnt remember hitting the ground. And I really didnt remember passing out. But I did both. I remained unconscious for hours, blood draining from me, as well as life. I was dying, I knew I was. There was nothing I could do but wait.
"Can you hear me?" called a soft, sweet voice. Yes, I thought. I can hear. Im not dead! My eyes cracked opened slowly. The first thing I saw was Bills worried face, his brow furrowed slightly. I attempted to sit up. "I think it would be best for you to stay lying down," he advised sternly. I shook my head. "No, I want to sit up." "Then let me help you," He slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me up into a sitting position. "How long was I out?" I turned to face him. He appeared to be counting in his head. "About six." He informed me. He took a long, shaky breath. "I thought you were going to die." His voice was soft and thoughtful.
I let out a shaky laugh. "Honestly, I dont know how I am still alive. I had some pretty bad wounds. I should have bled to death." Bill blushed. "Yeah, Im sorry about that, there was no other way." I raised one eyebrow at him and cocked my head to the side. "I bandaged you up."
"Oh, thanks..." There was an awkward silence to follow. "And thanks again.. For saving my life." It was hard, to thank someone, when I had never done it before. His blush had suddenly disappeared. His eyes met mine. "You are very welcome."
It was then that I noticed that he had a blood stain on the corner of his mouth. Without thinking, I brushed it away with my fingertips. Our eyes met again; and this time, I felt something I had never felt before. He leaned in slowly and I found myself falling forward into him.
When our lips met, it seemed as though a spark ignited deep inside of me. The heat coursing through my veins was undeniable. His arms, which for the first time I noticed were quite strong, wrapped around my waist, and held my body against his. My arms instinctively went around his neck. The kiss took a violent turn into passionate. His lips forced mine open and our tongues danced together. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as a low moan escaped in the back of my throat.
After a few moments, we pulled away, breathless. His face was flushed, and his dark eyes sparkled.
"Onward to Tokyo!" He said with a wink.