Tearing it Apart (Closed)

[Legion]

Patrick got his first tip and so he was on a single track mission. There was no stopping him, and God help you if you got in his way. The irishman had only followed Kevala because she had walked inside. But once she had nothing more to say to him, that had been in, he had started running ahead of her, yeah through her house. But the way that Patrick had seen it, he was not the one that had shot her house up. The door he busted, easy fix, sure probably expensive, but easy. The bullets, that was a different story entirely. Patrick had grabbed up his bag and jumped on the bike, tearing of furiously, leaving a tire mark on the woman who had already threatened to kill him's side walk and tore a line threw her lawn before making it onto the roads.

Patrick drove back home at breakneck speeds, making better time then he had ever made. Wasn't hard, he was an experienced rider. Probably blew threw a few speed traps but who was going to stop him? Much less catch him. When he made it to the house there was a loud screeching and a burning of rubber as Patrick slid his way up to the door. Getting off the door, keying in the code with one hand as he pulled out his pistol from his pant's with his free hand. Once he made it in the house he quickly made sure every room was clear before making it to the bedroom.

Making it into the room Patrick began to check her drawers, from the top down until he found the thing, tearing each drawer out as he searched throwing them on the bed...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

The journal would be located in the top drawer underneath all her clothes and tucked beneath the shirt that she had been wearing earlier that day, the ones with the blood stains on it. Not very hard to find if you knew what you were looking for....The cover decorated in a style that was pretty much indicative of Kazumi's style. Happy yet dark. Her name scrawled across the cover, and the pages worn out from constant use.

When he opened it, assuming he would open to a random page, closer to the back, he would see an entry written in her handwriting.

I don't know what to do. I have never been more confused in my life than I am right now. At first, I thought that maybe I was just getting sick from all the sessions we were having to get rid of Feht, but now...well now I think something else is going on.

I am late. And not just a couple days either, but two weeks late. I haven't mentioned it to Patrick, knowing that he has enough stuff going on in his mind, but also because I cannot be entirely sure. I mean, I think, but I don't know and it seems silly just to tell him and it turn out not to be true. Then I would just be stressing him out for no reason. Right?

Gods, I wish I knew what the right thing is to do here, but all I can think is that I need to just ignore it for now. I have been known to over react before and well, this could very well be the case. More than likely it is just the stress from everything that is going on. I mean, the Feht thing, my Moms, Aiden, Ezekial, not to mention this ever increasing issue with Edward.

But then, I told you about how weird he is the other day. What with his actions and that disgusting apartment of his. I swear, that guy is a freak.

Well that's all for now. I am going to go meet up with Patrick. More later!

~Kazumi

[Legion]

Patrick found the journal rather quickly. Surprising knowing his luck, but all the same he would pull it out sitting down, flipping to a random page, beginning to read. He didn't know where what he wanted lay in here, but he had to start somewhere.

As he read his eyes would widen at the mention of her being two weeks late. That was awhile ago. Six weeks ago to be exact. The thought of that made Patrick's brows furrow slightly. Yeah, they hadn't always used protection, so it was possible but still. You didn't really expect it unless you were trying. Least that's what he had been thinking. It was stupid but whatever. Patrick really wasn't worried about it yet. Besides, she could have just been two weeks late, no biggie.

Reading onward he would note that she had made mention of Edward. Nothing too important. Other then he was a freak, tell him something that he didn't know, and perhaps important to note was that he apartment was dirty. He wasn't entirely sure how that played out, but it would be important, least there was the chance of that.

Regardless it wasn't enough. Patrick turned to the next page, to skim and see if there was anything important in there...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

I know that I have been lacking in writing, at least compared to what I used to do, but things have just been so hectic lately. It has been a good week and a half since I last wrote and well, things have definitely changed.

I am so happy right now, happy with everything that is happening in my life. I never thought I could feel the way I do for Patrick, never thought it was possible to feel that way for another person. Yet here I am and I love him so, so much. Though, every day that passes leads me closer and closer to finding out the truth about what is going on with me, and I am terrified.

What if I am pregnant? Will he leave me? Will he hate me? I don't know and for that reason I put off finding out, I put it off and I pretend like everything is fine. But I wake up sick every morning, run down, tired....I notice my moods shifting, I notice my hunger changing. But still, I try and hide it and try to act as though nothing is wrong.

I ran into Edward today too, he gave me a ride home since he caught me out walking. Telling me that it wasn't safe. I swear I hate him being my security guard, he always looks at me strange and I don't know if its because of the scars or because he just doesn't like me...but whatever it is, it creeps me out. A lot.

I just wish things would settle down a bit so I could have time to think. But doesn't seem like they are going to any time soon.

Anyway, I have to go to dinner. More later!

~Kazumi

[Legion]

Patrick frowned. He had to admit he felt a little weird reading her journal. Felt like he was invading her privacy, which admittedly he probably was, but this was for her own good. This was to only possible lead he had to Edward. If he didn't have this little invasion of privacy now, he might never find her. It was well worth it Patrick decided.

Reading her journal entry for the date he noted that she didn't have anything on Edward other then the fact that he was a creep. That she didn't like him. It wasn't ideal but Patrick would have to keep reading, and hoping he'd find something. Sure he was invading her privacy, but it was a small price to pay to get her back. He could make his apologies then.

One thing he was really starting to have to face was the fact that she thought she was pregnant. This was weeks ago though. Patrick did notice that she had been sick quite frequently lately. If that were the case, that she was pregnant then it would see to make more sense. And this was all almost a month ago. It was all very interesting, and perhaps Patrick would have had an emotional response if Kazumi weren't gone. As it stood though, he didn't have time to worry about that.

Patrick flipped the page...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Today has just been so, strange....First off, Edward drove me home from school, but we had to stop by that stupid apartment of his again. Some creepy looking rat hole off of 52nd and Marks. Its like, the only apartment complex there. I swear my mom pays him way more than what he is letting on, so I don't understand why he even living in a place like that.

Of course he told me to stay in the car, which was just fine with me. No way I was getting out and heading into that dump.

On a side note, I finally gave in and made an appointment with the doctor. I really, really hate having to hide this stuff from Patrick but I don't really have a choice. I mean, he doesn't sleep, he drinks constantly and he always has those pills on him. I have never cared about that, but I worry about him so, so much. I mean, I love him and I just wish that I could make it better for him, that I could make his life better.

Perhaps I am just not enough? Maybe Earth was right, maybe I will never be...normal. That just makes this potential pregnancy that much more taxing on my nerves. What if she doesn't want a family? What if he realizes, if I am, that being with me isn't ever going to be enough? I try to hide my worry and concern over this, which isn't hard given that any time I am with him I feel completely content and happy. Its just that I am terrified of losing him and this could be the thing that tears us apart.

Tonight I am going to tell my parents I am moving out, so wish me luck. I will write again when I get the chance. I am pretty sure things are going to be hectic as all hell for a few weeks. But, as always, more later!

~Kazumi

[Legion]

Patrick read the page quickly. It was simple enough. The first paragraph had what he needed. The apartment complex and its address. That was it, Patrick had it, he could go and get Edward, and if he was very fortunate he would find Kazumi there too. Before he could hand her over to the bosses. That would be too perfect though, so Patrick didn't hold his breath on that one.

Patrick stood up, yet his eyes were still trained on the journal. He didn't want to pry any more into Kazumi's privacy more then he had to, but he found that he couldn't look away. Not anymore. He wasn't sure what he thought about possibly being a father. No clue how he felt about the idea at all. He didn't think he was ready. Besides, he tried telling himself, it didn't matter right now anyway. Kazumi was gone, had been taken. It didn't matter if she was pregnant or not, not if Patrick didn't have her that was. No, he wasn't running from her, pregnant or not, but all the same, it didn't matter if they had her.

Still though, Patrick couldn't help but flip the page...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

As the page was flipped something would fall out and onto the ground at his feet, a small, square piece of paper that looked like a photo, though it was grainy, black and white and rather hard to make out. Though in the center was a small, off shaped circular grainy white spot.

The entry in the journal dated a few days prior to this one.

Well, I guess there is no more denying it. I went to the doctor today and it turns out that what I sort of knew all along to be true, was well, true. I am pregnant. And I am completely terrified. I should be happy right? I should be thankful this considering everything that I have gone through, but I can't be. I am too scared of what Patrick will think.

The doctor printed out this picture of, well, the baby. I know it doesn't look like much and yet I sit here staring at it and I swear I have never seen anything so completely amazing. I just don't know how to go about showing it to him. Will he even think the same thing as me or will he just feel nothing?

The other night we had a talk about family, about home. But more importantly, we had a talk about his past, about Zea and how he can't let her go. He says that he wants to be here, with me, but does that include me with a baby? I just don't know. I want so badly for him to realize that he is wanted, that I love him no matter what he did in his past. I know there is a lot that I don't know, but that doesn't matter to me. Sure, I may not like it, but its who he was, not who he is anymore.

Still, that does not change the fact that he can't let go of his past. He can't let go of her. So what are my options here? That I tell him and that he finally see that he has a reason for living in the now, that he has a reason to let go, that he has a family that needs him? Or tell him and risk the fact that he worries so much about his past that he turns and walks out on me? On....us?

I just don't know....Anyway, he will be home soon, probably should get dinner started. More later....

~Kazumi

[Legion]

As Patrick turned the page he noticed what looked like a picture fall out. For now he let it be as he simply moved to read the entry. His OCD about the dropped photo there, but his attention was fully grasped by the journal. As he read, what she had been thinking had been confirmed by the visit to the doctor. She was pregnant. Patrick couldn't help but clutch the journal tightly. They didn't just have his girlfriend, they had the woman he loved, and his unborn child. Patrick couldn't describe it, but that feral growl that rolled from his throat did all the necessary explaining. There was that paternalistic instinct that had been activated. Not only was Kazumi in danger, his unborn child was. Nothing would stop him. Nothing would slow him down.

He didn't have time to feel bad about how Kazumi felt. How she felt alone and scared in that. Sure, he'd feel bad later, but he had to get his family back. He picked up the photo, seeing that what it was was the ultrasound picture, of his child, their child. He stopped for a moment as his rage grew. He opened his wallet placing the picture inside before moving to get dressed in his tactical clothing, the black pants, tanktop, kevlar vest, tac vest. Fitting on himself holsters, placing weapons in their, a compact shotgun, His mk 23s, ammo, lots of ammo. He would go to his truck, yeah, he knew that he couldn't use it, but he could get a few things from the back. An assault rifle, M4A1 with a drum, an SR-25 silenced, along with the silencers for his 45s.

Patrick covered himself in a black trenchcoat, but what weapons he couldn't hide under the coat he put them in his bug out bag, contents now dumped on the floor in front of the main door. He also kept the mp5 pdw and glock. Before he left he made sure he had way more ammo then he could possibly use. Slinging the back over his back he left the house getting on the bike and driving off a safe distance before making a phone call that asked for a large four door vehicle, preferably a van with no windows, but an SUV would do. Whatever it was that weaselly bastard could have never seen it before.

With that call done and an address given Patrick was off to his destination, planning to be the first there...