Heart of a Saint - One
Usagi-chan
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"He has been sighted." The voice came over the walkie talkie in
hushed tones, sightly muffled by fabric.  

"Roger that." Came the reply.  

"He's exiting the mall.  South exit.  Move, people!  Move!" The 
command was accepted and acted on in seconds.

Men and women in bullet proof jackets seemed to leap out of no
where, guns drawn and ready.  They completely surrounded two 
men, just far enough back to give the pair space.

The first man was obviously a lacky.  Dressed in a simple
black suit with black sunglasses covering his eyes, he looked
surpised.

The other man was dressed in a far more expensive suit, but he
would have to be, for he was Darien Shields, the most sought
after crime boss in the United States.

"Freeze!" 

Darien turned to face the cop who had spoken.  He was holding
a simple black folder, which he switched to his other hand 
before raising an eyebrow at the police.

"Darien Shields, you are under arrest." The officer felt a 
certain amount of triumph, being able to tell the criminal
that.  Darien was almost untouchable.  Whenever he was on 
his own property, the police were unable to get him.  Finally
they had gotten him on their own territory.  They were taking
no chances.

"Am I?" He asked.  Silence fell over the mall.  Civilians had
been lead away by plain clothes officers.  Everything was in a
stand still, but something was coming.  You could taste it in
the air.

A small child was weaving his way through the crowd and officers.
Everyone was so focused on Darien that they never noticed as the
child ran towards Darien.

Darien dropped the folder and knelt down to greet the child.
The police misunderstood the action and opened fire.

There was one casualty.

The child.

"Hold your fire!  Hold your fire!" The officer in charge 
shouted.  "Get an ambulance in here stat!"

Darien held the small body in his arms, hugging the boy to
himself.

"It'll be okay Jonathan.  It'll be okay." Darien whispered.

"Darien..." Jonathan gave Darien a weak smile before his 
eyes rolled back.  Darien clutched his younger brother's
lifeless body to his.

"Sir, we need to get out of here."

It was one of his own people.  They had moved in and cleared a
path for Darien to escape.  Darien was unwilling to leave his
brother behind, so carrying the child, he was led out of the mall
to the black cars that would escort him to his estate just outside
of Los Angeles.


Author's Notes: Dum dum dum dum!!!!  Okay, I'm way majorly 
busy now 'cause I go to school, work, volunteer and do
homework and have a social life, so my writing is going to
be way slow.  I'll try my hardest though!  E-mail me!