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Guardian Angel	By : akaWind Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 16

I woke early in the morning. It was still dark. Darren slept beside me, having nestled tightly to me. I felt his warm breath on my shoulder. Cautiously, so as not to wake him, I took my numb hand out from under his head and got up. The bed made a squeaky complaint. I stood and stretched, working the kinks out of my back. I saw that Darren continued his sleep and smiled. He's been through so much these last days that he's completely exhausted. I'll bet he won't wake even for shooting guns.

I looked at my watch. Seven o'clock in the morning. It was still too early to call Hudson. I approached the window and looked outside. I was surprised to see the street full of people. The homeless who slept on the streets or wherever they could find a roof -- like us. We'll need to be more cautious. I thought. I'm very glad we did not come across that crowd last night. I would not have wanted to hurt any of them because of the money we carried. How many were like Darren? On the streets because of circumstances?

I heard an easy sigh behind my back, and turned. Darren lay with open eyes, looking at me. "Good morning," I said and smiled. "I hope you slept well."

"Morning," Darren answered. Even stretching, he was sensual. "Thanks to you I slept perfectly. You know, you're very warm."

Wow! Today Darren's in a good mood. I approached the bed and sat on the edge. "Today I think we'll buy you something warmer. I don’t want you to catch cold. Before long we'll be on the islands."

"Don't waste your money," Darren replied and looked away. "It isn't necessary to spend it on me."

I reached out and cautiously turned Darren’s head to look at me. "You think that's all the money we have?" I laughed. "Baby, I have ten more bank accounts. Enough money to live to a ripe old age anywhere. Besides, you're worth it." I caressed his cheek. I need you to believe, Darren.

Darren said nothing. He put a hand under his head and stared at nothing. "Do you think… Will we have trouble getting me a passport?"

"Don’t worry," I answered and looked out the window. "Mr. Hudson can get anything, even the Devil from Hell, I expect. I'll call him and order documents for you and two tickets--" I turned to Darren. "You still haven't answered me, where do you want to go?"

Darren reflected a bit before he answered. "Anyplace where it is warm."

I burst out laughing. "We shall go where it is always warm. Where there is no snow. Only palm trees, sand and ocean." And you and me.

"You said something about Fiji. My first family talked about going there sometime… I--I think I'd like that, if--if it is possible…" Darren faltered. "If it is possible, I would like to go there."

"So we shall." I placed my hand on Darren’s cheek. "We shall go where you say. By the way, you need to shave."

"Oh." Darren looked uncomfortable. "I don't have anything with me. I must look awful," he mumbled. Then he jumped up from the bed and began to brush off his clothes.

I looked at him and smiled. "You know, the light stubble suits you. Only it's strange. Your hair is black, but your stubble and eyebrows are light…"

"I color my hair," Darren answered. "It makes me more desirable on the street," he explained, as casually as if he was talking about buying fruit at a market. Then he surprised me by taking a container of dental floss from his pocket. "At least, I always carry this with me." He smiled and gestured with his find.

"I hope that I shall see the true color of your hair," I said. “I think that you will look much more beautiful."

Darren said nothing. He pretended to be busy cleaning his teeth. I sighed silently. It had brightened a lot since I'd first awakened. Shouts and a yell from the street made me frown.

"We need to leave here. This area is full of street people. Tramps and thieves who would probably like nothing better to do than steal everything we have."

"I'm ready," answered Darren. He held a piece of floss out to me. "Take it. It's always necessary to keep your teeth clean."

"Yes, Mother," I joked, and had the privilege of seeing a smile return to his face, if only for a moment. I took the thread and began my own morning ablutions. Five minutes later I was also ready to leave.

We went down to the ground floor. I checked my gun, put the safety on and then put it in my pocket. I was not sure about our safety. I wasn't actually worried that our pursuers had tracked us down, but I was worried about groups of unarmed homeless or street thugs. We left, moving quickly in the direction of Main Street.

We walked a short ways, passing an assortment of small shops and stopped before one that seemed to have an assortment of clothing. "Let's look here," I said and lightly pushed Darren toward the door. "I think we need new clothes." Perhaps if it's not just about him, he won't refuse.

About an hour later, we left the shop, looking quite different. I was dressed in a dark grey coat, dark grey slacks and dark sunglasses. I never passed up novelties that were stylish. Elegance was my weakness. Darren was dressed in tight leather trousers with a dark blue shirt and a warm leather jacket. In completion a black bandana covered his head. Made him look like a rockstar.

I studied the street and saw a small restaurant. I took Darren's hand and we walked over to the restaurant. "Let's have breakfast. Don’t know about you, but I'm dying of starvation."

Entering the restaurant we took a table for two at the far wall and ordered breakfast. I made sure Darren ordered more than just the tea he asked for, too. Pending breakfast, I took out my phone and dialed the number to Mr. Hudson's office. Finally someone answered. I recognized one of Mr. Hudson’s assistants.

"Hi, Charles. I need to talk to Mr. Hudson."

"Jones," answered Charles. "Glad to hear from you. You know, you need to leave America as soon as possible. The police know you killed him."

So, all my caution was for naught. Hearing those words I felt a shiver, but did not lose my self-control. "Okay. I want to talk to Hudson about it."

"Just a minute. He's talking with Kris."

"Îkay," I answered.

While I waited, Darren had time to eat his breakfast and looked around. He seemed anxious. I caught Darren’s eye, winked at him and smiled. Darren smiled and bent forward to whisper. "I'm going to run to the men's room. I'll be quick." He stood and left.

"Hello," I heard Mr. Hudson’s voice. "Daniel, is that you?"

"Yes, Mr. Hudson," I answered. "It’s time to make my last request. I need a passport for --"

Shit!

I didn’t know Darren’s surname. Happily, Darren returned right then and sat down.

"What's your last name?" I asked him.

Darren looked at me. "Hayes. Darren Stanley Hayes."

"Excuse me, Mr. Hudson. One passport for Darren Stanley Hayes and two tickets to Fiji. I would like to leave the country today."

"Well,” answered Hudson. It was some few seconds before he continued. "You don’t need tickets, Daniel. One of my planes is departing for Fiji today. It's only a cargo plane, but you and your friend can depart on it."

"Thank you," I answered. "That's perfect. When should we be there?"

"About 10 p.m. Come to the airport beforehand. Do you remember what my plane looks like?"

I remembered which plane he referred to. I had flown on it before to the islands on business. "Yes, I know."

"Good. You'll receive the necessary papers and passport from the pilot." Mr. Hudson sighed. "I feel it’s time say goodbye to you, Daniel. I can't say that I am glad to see it come to this, but there's nothing to be done. Charles probably told you, the police are aware of you."

"Yes, I know," I answered.

"Good-bye, Daniel. It was pleasant working with you."

"It's mutual," I answered. "Good-bye, Mr. Hudson."

I hung up and smiled. "Well. We only need to carry out this day in the city and tomorrow we shall sunbathe on the beach."

"Thank you," Darren answered, then smiled shyly.

"What we shall do today to fill the afternoon?" I asked Darren. After a small silence he answered.

"I would like to say goodbye to this city." His eyes held the sadness of all his years here. I hoped to never see it again after today.

I took Darren’s hand in the mine. "Unfortunately, we cannot appear too much on the streets. I hope you understand what I mean?"

He nodded. "I understand."

I paid the waiter and we left. The sharp cold wind struck our faces. Only one more day and we won't have this autumn cold to deal with anymore. I thought.

~***~

We walked along the street, trying to bypass the main streets and not be seen by any of the gangsters who still searched for us. Before we passed the highway, we slipped into a small alley so I could retie the lace of my shoe. Darren, his mind elsewhere, continued on. Suddenly I heard someone shout and lifted my head. Someone had Darren up against the wall. I pulled my gun and hurried to get up behind him. With horror I realized I knew this man. It was Darren’s former pimp, Stan. I glanced at Darren. His eyes were wide with fear and his face was almost white.

"Thought to simply leave me, bitch?" Stan hissed. "Because of you, I needed to change my place of business. You know how many clients I lost because of you?"

"Release him. Now." I said, my voice quiet, and held the gun on Stan.

Stan turned his head to me. His face curled in a malicious smile. "Ah, it’s your boyfriend. How sweet. You have found the love of which you dreamed, hey Dazzy?"

I saw a knife flash in Stan’s hand. "Lower your gun, handsome, or this whore will choke in his own blood." With those words, Stan put the edge to Darren’s throat. "I shall force him to pay for all he's done."

I looked at Darren. His eyes were closed now, his lips pressed tightly together. His hands hung limp and I saw a small shudder run through him. I took a step forward, my aim steady on Stan.

"I told you to release him," I repeated.

"I'll cut his throat before you can press the trigger," hissed Stan. He pressed the edge against Darren's throat and I saw a few bright drops of blood. I couldn't wait anymore. In one quick movement I rushed Stan and knocked the blade from his hands. Then I knocked him down while Darren feebly lowered himself to the ground and put his hands to his face. I put the gun to the temple of Stan's head.

"I told you to leave Darren alone," I croaked. "Now you will pay for his pain."

"No," I heard Darren’s soft voice.
"But this bastard caused you so much pain…" I almost cried from my frustration.
"No, Daniel. Please---don't." Darren scrambled painfully to his feet and hovered over my shoulder.
"Why in hell not? He was going to kill you!"
"Killing is a poison on the soul."
"His own soul is likely already fouled."
"Not his soul. Yours."
I blinked several times, hissed, then slammed Stan’s head with a curse down and climbed to my feet.
"You should thank Darren for one more opportunity to remain alive," I growled hoarsely. Stan didn't hear me though. He lay on the ground, unconscious.
“Let's go," I told Darren. "Let's get out, away from this damned city."

~***~

What did I do?

What's happening to me?

Where am I going, and with whom?

Why have I allowed this man to take hold of my reason?

Who are you? Who are you, Daniel? I've never asked you that question…and I probably never will ask. You come into my life, turn it upside down. You have changed my destiny… me.

You promise to take me away, buy me expensive clothes, protect me… Why? Some days back you said you loved me… But I cannot be loved. I cannot love. I loved too much in my life and I do not want to feel the horror of the moment when you tell me you are leaving. I should finish my days on a dirty roadway, dying from AIDS or by Stan’s hand…

How you can love me, Daniel? Can’t you see that all I can give you is my body that knew too much?

Why?

Why?
Why?

~***~

"We need to take a taxi to get to the airport," I said. "I don’t want to meet those who can… Darren? You hear me?"

"Hm?"

"Relax, Darren. It’s all behind us." I clapped Darren on the shoulder. Each time I try to get rid of our problems and each time they find us, I thought and sighed quietly. I hailed a taxi and gave the driver the name of the airport. We lay wearily against the back seat. I closed my eyes, imagined Darren laying under the warm sun on a sandy beach, naked, golden from the sun, brilliant from the cream rubbed into his skin. Darren’s hands grasp my shoulders, his soft voice pleading for more, his eyes burning with desire and love… I sighed deeply and didn't notice when I dozed off.

"Hey mister," the driver broke through my sweet dream.

I opened my eyes and looked out the window. Several meters from the taxi was the airport terminal. I paid the driver and we got out. Darren looked around nervously.

"Now we have nothing to be afraid of," I said to him, having caught his concerned sight on me. Darren smiled nervously before he answered quietly. "I hope not."

“Let's go,” I told him, taking Darren’s hand. "We need to see the pilot."

We entered the terminal. It was small, intended only for basic services for privately owned individual planes. We exited the back, and I looked at the separate hangars. I quickly found where our plane sat. There were several pilots talking amongst themselves. I approached one of them. "Good evening. My name is Daniel Jones. Mr. Hudson should have told one of you to expect me."

One of the pilots, a bearded man of forty years, looked at me closely. "Yes. Mr. Hudson said that you should fly with us to Fiji. He asked me to give you these documents." The pilot got a small package out of his shirt and handed the documents to me. Then the pilot looked around. "Mr. Hudson said, there would be two…"

"Yes. Me and my partner. Darren?"

I looked back and saw Darren examining the big emblem on the fuselage of the plane with great interest. I smiled. Mr. Hudson loved people to be in awe of his company. Ha! If only people knew what orders were carried out from this respectable businessman.

I approached Darren and embraced him around his shoulders. "Have you ever been in an airplane? Flown in one?"

Darren shook his head. "No. Never."

"You have nothing to be afraid of. Mr. Hudson only hires the best pilots. To tell the truth, we may suffer some minor inconveniences in our flight. The plane is a cargo and only has seats for four passengers."

"It’s ok," Darren said. “Even the most rigid seat will seem soft, next to you."

Not knowing what to say, I lightly kissed Darren's lips. "I like it when you talk like that. I promise, from now on you will never taste fear, or know hunger or pain again."

"Mr. Jones? It’s time to leave," I heard the pilot say.

“Let's go,” I said. "Go find our happiness."

As we approached the stairs of the plane, I heard the screech of brakes. I looked across the landing field and saw the black car which had pursued us all these days.

"Faster! Move faster to the plane!" I pushed Darren from behind and pulled my gun. My heart pounded madly. I could not allow these bastards to ruin my plans. I had only taken three steps, when I realized Darren was frozen on the stairway, his eyes wide with horror as he looked at the gangsters running toward us. "Why are you standing there?" I cried. "Faster! Get in the plane!"

I seized Darren's hand and pulled him up behind me. The pilot already sat in the cabin of the plane and did not realize we were being pursued. The noise of the engine muffled Darren’s words.

One more last step…I thought, but I would never know. Another sound deafened me. the sound of a gunshot. To the end of my days, I shall not forget that sound. The world went black for me. I felt Darren’s hand squeeze mine strongly before his body fell on me.

NO! GOD, NO…

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