Unexpected Confrontation

Title: Strangest Thing
Author: LadyDragon543
Warnings: Random suit, "offensive" language. First Person POV.
POV: Shilo and GR

Notes: I tried and tried and tried to write the morning after with Shilo and GR, and I just couldn't do it without it being a sick twisted version of Leave it To Beaver, an it just annoyed me so I decided I'm gonna cut it out quick and simple like. Sorry to dissapoint, lol. And So so sorry for the wait! Life has been crazy-hectic, including a month or so of no internet here.

Again, sorry for the wait. Hope you guys like this one! I'm not completely satisfied with how I ended it, but it'll have to do, I guess. Tell me what you think!

~LD

I wake up to find myself alone in bed. At first I think you're just getting food, or maybe washing those clothes of yours--god knows they needed washing. But when I sit up, I notice a note pinned to the door, and my heart sinks.

Kid,

Sorry for bolting, but I have some things I gotta attend to today. Don't take it the wrong way, just didn't want to wake you. I'll see ya soon, eh?

~Graverobber

I ball the note up and throw it angrily across the room, where it bounces harmlessly off the medical equipment in the corner. I'm angry at you, so fucking angry. How exactly does one not "take it the wrong way"? That sentence in and of itself implies that you knew I'd be angry--and of course I am! Because you just fucked me and left, and normally I'm the one who does the leaving. But I'm also relieved. What would I have done if you were still here when I woke up? I just can't see us eating a cozy little breakfast and acting like this entire thing that happened wasn't a Very Bad Idea.

Because it was a bad idea. I know it. I'm completely fucked up in the head, not to mention that GeneCo is after my hyde. Besides, I'm leaving soon. Staying at the house has been a risky business, which is one of the reasons I go and party it up all night. GeneCo hasn't looked for me here yet, but only because I'm sure Amber has her hands full with her brothers right now.

I wasn't going to leave just yet, but maybe I should. I'll stay one more night to see if I can find you so I can give you a piece of my mind, but if I don't find you, then all you're getting is a note left here, in case you come back. And if you don't, then all my loose ends are tied up and done with. Simple solution.

I dash away a stray tear before grabbing some clothes and hopping into the shower really quick. The hot water feels like heaven on my skin, and it feels good to get clean.

Once I'm done and dressed in a simple outfit of black baggy pants and a black and white shirt, I grab my usual bag and another larger backpack from a long forgotten hall closet.

I shove about a weeks worth of clothing, two coats and a blanket into the backpack, and then fill the extra space with a few of the different wigs Nathan got for me. My favorite is the black one, but too many people have seen me in it. Today I opt for a red one that falls just between my chin and shoulders. My second favorite.

I also fold up some of my mothers jewelry that I found in the office in a scarf and shove it to the very bottom. One of the items is a locket that I never knew she had. There is a picture of her and Nathan on one side, and the three of us on the other.

A couple of books and some valuable items that I can pawn off once all the credit chips I found in Nathan's office run out go into the messenger bag, with the credit pouch tucked neatly away into a pocket hidden in the lining. I also have the comm number of Nathan's lawyer in there, in case I get picked up by GeneCops who don't realize who I am.

It's only when I'm making my way downstairs that I hear it~ The sound of someone tinkering with the lock at the front door. I duck down behind the bannister at the top of the stairs, trying to get a glimpse of who they are. My heart jumps in my throat when I catch a glimpse of a GeneCop helmet.

Shit! Shit shit and more shit, this is exactly not what I wanted to happen today! They're still messing with the lock, so I tear down the stairs with my bags and run through the hidden door in the fireplace, pulling it closed behind me. I'm sure they saw me. I run through the corridors as I have often done in the past few months, and make my way to another empty mauseleum. Well, empty except for the bicycle I managed to find (and even learn to use on my own! Go me for forsight, eh?)

I strap both bags onto the rack behind the seat, and then take a cautious look outside. I don't see anyone, so I open the door and pedal out into the day as fast as I can. I can hear someone shouting my name, but I ignore them, and hope to god I can outrun them on this old bike.

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I shrug against the restrictive fabric of the suit that I took from your house earlier today. It's stiff and though the pants are a bit baggy, they stay on with the help of a belt. The jacket fits quite well though, and I highly doubt that someone is going to recognize me in this rediculous get-up. Well, the hair may be a give away, but it is completely pulled back, nice and neatish.

As I walk through the street, I can't help but to feel guilty about how I left you earlier in the morning, but at least I'd left you a note. Better than nothing, right? Besides, last night was definitely a mistake. It never should have happened, and I plan to tell you that.

Of course, the best laid plans often go straight to hell, don't they? Because no sooner do I turn a corner, do I almost get run over by some crazy ass on a bicycle, of all things! I jump back to avoid getting creamed, and the cyclist comes to a screeching stop in front of me. And wouldn't you know it, its you! The hair is different--this rediculous straight red hair, kind of cut into a longish bob--but it is definitely you.

For a moment, we just look at each other in surprise, but it quickly fades.

"Jesus Kid! What the hell are you trying to do, kill--"

"You son of a bitch! What the hell, first you leave, with no explaination other than a crappy--"

I cut myself off, realizing that a busy street in the middle of the day is definitely not the place for this conversation. You stop too, as if coming to the same realization, and then start again.

"Whatever. Listen, GeneCops came to the house just as I was leaving. I know they saw *someone* leave, but I don't think they got a good look at me--though they did call my name. Is there somewhere that isn't so public that we can go to?"

I somehow keep from heaving a a dramatic sigh. You're always going to be trouble, aren't you? But, thankfully, I know just the place.

"Yeah. It's about a block from here, shouldn't take us long." I turn around and start walking back the way I came. I'm pretty sure I'll get some flack for taking you there, but it's the safest place I know of. Well, sort of. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that you're now walking beside the bicycle. Despite myself, I laugh.

You give me a dark look, but say nothing. Not going to volunteer any info today eh? You must be angry then.

"Where did you manage to find a bike, Kid? And hell, how did you learn to ride it? Not a lot of riders here in the city."

You shrug. "Well, it was just kinda lying in an alley near the graveyard one day, so I took it. It took me about two weeks to learn, and even longer to get comfortable with riding it, but I managed to teach myself."


I shake my head and give you a small smile. "Well, you're just a smart cookie, ain't ya?"

You smile back at me, but say nothing. I know you're still mad at me for this morning, so I'm content to walk in silence.

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