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Note: This was for a contest from Shades of Color. It didn't win and I wanted to post it somewhere.
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Prologue
// If I don't get out of this alive, I'm going to kill Duo. \\ Heero Yuy thought to himself as he was dragged into a small room. He was expecting to see an interrogation room, perhaps with a few torture devices, but instead he found a metal lab table and a small tray with instruments in which he could not see yet. // Probably some new torture tactics. Great, Duo you baka, this is all your fault we got captured! \\ He thought of his lover who was being held with the other pilots.
He smirked to himself as he remembered all the noise when he had been taken away. He knew that Duo had a very colorful vocabulary, but he didn't know that both Quatre and Trowa had one as well, of course, nobody could understand the little Arabian boy since he had been swearing in his own language. His reason for obscenities, as well as Trowa's was because Trowa had tried to protect Heero but had gotten injured instead. Wufei had been silent, almost guilty, Heero remembered. // Hn, I'll have to see what that's about if I get back. \\ He figured. // If I get back? Duo's right, I am cynical. \\
"Strap him to the table." A voice that came from behind the Wing pilot ordered and rough hands shoved him forward. He was turned by the two Oz guards and was finally able to see the voice from behind him. Treize Khushrenada. // Hn, so that's why Wufei looked guilty. \\"Don't bother trying to escape Gundam pilot, the clamps, as well as the table are made out of Gundanium. And if you do escape then your friends are automatically dead."
The Wing pilot snorted, "You'd sacrifice your own lover?" He spoke, "I didn't think you were that kind of man, I guess I was wrong."
Treize laughed and Heero immediately wanted to shut the bastard up. "You were right, I am that kind of man. I said your friends." His words were slow, hinting at something. Heero's eyebrows narrowed, understanding the hint. "Wufei helped us capture you. He covered up the trap perfectly, although don't hate him too much, he didn't want to."
One of the guards fastened the last clamp around Heero's wrist. The boy didn't bother to struggle, he may have been strong, but Gundanium was stronger. "So now that you have us, what are you going to do with us?" // Damn it. Duo's a bad influence. \\ Heero mentally cringed. He never would have talked openly to the enemy.
But Treize didn't mind the idle chitchat. While he talked to the Gundam pilot, he observed as one of his doctors came into the room via another door. The woman was small but he knew her well, she had spirit. He turned back to the Wing pilot. "We're going to let you go." He replied and was amused when the pilot couldn't mask his surprise.
"What is the point in our capture?" Heero wondered flatly. The mission had been simple. Go destroy a new Oz base, get the hell out of there. No where in the instructions did it say get captured.
"Well, we aren't going to just let you go. We want to test a new virus and what perfect way then to use your enemies?" The smile on Treize's face was gentle and it contrasted with the words that were coming from his mouth.
"So, you'll infect all of us."
Treize shook his head. "No, no, just two of you, don't get a head of yourself. In fact, I believe Lady Une should have already made a choice of the other pilots. Now, Dr. Simmons, if you please." Treize looked at the woman and then motioned toward Heero. Heero set her with a death glare, but she didn't even flinch.
The woman nodded and roughly injected a substance into Heero's side, just below his ribs. When she was finished she went over to her little set of tools. With her back turned, she spoke to Treize; "The virus will take affect within fifteen hours. It is not transmittable through air sir so only the two pilots will remain infected. We wouldn't want Gemini to spread to innocent people." Her voice was small and high, that of the witches in children's cartoons.
There was suddenly a ruckus from down the hall. Treize almost grinned, "Ah, here's Lady Une with our next patient." He turned toward the door. "By the sound of it, it's 02." Heero watched the closed door. // Please don't be Duo, please don't be Duo. \\ He chanted again and again in his mind.
The door opened.
It was Quatre.
// Speaking of innocent people. \\ Heero mused as Lady Une shoved Quatre forward. The small boy turned back to her and began to shout, what Heero couldn't completely make out, but from what he could the small peaceful boy was damning her to Hell. Finally, the lady shut him up by slapping him across the face. Nobody moved as Quatre slowly turned back to face his captor, fixing her with a glare of his own before doing what would have made Duo Maxwell proud. He spit blood on her.
The two guards that had been bringing him to the little room tackled Quatre and forced him to the floor, painfully pinning him to the cement. Quatre struggled to the best of his ability but was soon over powered. He cursed out loud, this time in a language they all knew, wishing he could be stronger physically. "Son of a bitch." He mumbled as he was forced to his feet.
"This was your choice?" Treize looked at Lady Une. "This.weakling?" He pointed at Quatre who was panting slightly. Blood freely dripped from his mouth and onto the floor.
Lady Une was also panting slightly; she had fought with the little beast all the way from the cell. "Sir, I assure you that he's no weakling." She stood up straight. "We tried to get pilot 02, but this one got in the way." She hissed, glaring at Quatre who glared back with the same intense stare.
Treize sighed, then nodded. "Very well. Dr. Simmons, would you like him restrained?" He looked at the doctor who held another syringe.
"I don't believe that'll be necessary." The woman shook her head and moved toward Quatre. Quatre caught sight of the needle and began to fight again. He kicked one of the guards in the shin, then forced his elbow back on the same guard. The one guard fell onto the floor hard. But the second man held tight to Quatre's other arm and he soon caught both of them. While Quatre struggled with the guard, face to face Dr. Simmons moved from behind him.
Just as Heero yelled out to warn Quatre, the guard yanked Quatre's pants and boxers down to his thighs, letting go of his wrists for only a second. The shock of having his pants pulled down surprised the struggling pilot who didn't notice the absent hands until they were already back around his wrists. Suddenly he cried out in surprise as he felt a sting coming from his butt. As soon as it was there it was gone again.
The guard who he was fighting with suddenly pushed him away and Quatre fell back hard against the cement floor. He growled and quickly pulled his clothes back into place and stood up again, only to wince and fall to his knees as his ankle throbbed.
"Take them back to the cell, then let them go." Treize ordered. The four guards saluted then two of them unstrapped Heero from the table and the other two picked Quatre up off the floor. Quickly, they ushered them out of the room.
Lady Une turned to face Treize. "Are you sure it's wise to let them leave sir? We could easily kill them now." She said.
Treize only shook his head. "No Lady, within fifteen hours the virus will have already come into effect. After that Pilots 01 and 04 will be rendered helpless until finally they will be no more. With 01 out of the war, 02 will not last long. And without 04 I believe that 03 will no longer fight, at least, this is what 05 has been telling me." Treize explained.
To be continued.
Dija like it? Review please!!
Note: This was for a contest from Shades of Color. It didn't win and I wanted to post it somewhere.
word = Italics
// word \\ = thoughts
Prologue
// If I don't get out of this alive, I'm going to kill Duo. \\ Heero Yuy thought to himself as he was dragged into a small room. He was expecting to see an interrogation room, perhaps with a few torture devices, but instead he found a metal lab table and a small tray with instruments in which he could not see yet. // Probably some new torture tactics. Great, Duo you baka, this is all your fault we got captured! \\ He thought of his lover who was being held with the other pilots.
He smirked to himself as he remembered all the noise when he had been taken away. He knew that Duo had a very colorful vocabulary, but he didn't know that both Quatre and Trowa had one as well, of course, nobody could understand the little Arabian boy since he had been swearing in his own language. His reason for obscenities, as well as Trowa's was because Trowa had tried to protect Heero but had gotten injured instead. Wufei had been silent, almost guilty, Heero remembered. // Hn, I'll have to see what that's about if I get back. \\ He figured. // If I get back? Duo's right, I am cynical. \\
"Strap him to the table." A voice that came from behind the Wing pilot ordered and rough hands shoved him forward. He was turned by the two Oz guards and was finally able to see the voice from behind him. Treize Khushrenada. // Hn, so that's why Wufei looked guilty. \\"Don't bother trying to escape Gundam pilot, the clamps, as well as the table are made out of Gundanium. And if you do escape then your friends are automatically dead."
The Wing pilot snorted, "You'd sacrifice your own lover?" He spoke, "I didn't think you were that kind of man, I guess I was wrong."
Treize laughed and Heero immediately wanted to shut the bastard up. "You were right, I am that kind of man. I said your friends." His words were slow, hinting at something. Heero's eyebrows narrowed, understanding the hint. "Wufei helped us capture you. He covered up the trap perfectly, although don't hate him too much, he didn't want to."
One of the guards fastened the last clamp around Heero's wrist. The boy didn't bother to struggle, he may have been strong, but Gundanium was stronger. "So now that you have us, what are you going to do with us?" // Damn it. Duo's a bad influence. \\ Heero mentally cringed. He never would have talked openly to the enemy.
But Treize didn't mind the idle chitchat. While he talked to the Gundam pilot, he observed as one of his doctors came into the room via another door. The woman was small but he knew her well, she had spirit. He turned back to the Wing pilot. "We're going to let you go." He replied and was amused when the pilot couldn't mask his surprise.
"What is the point in our capture?" Heero wondered flatly. The mission had been simple. Go destroy a new Oz base, get the hell out of there. No where in the instructions did it say get captured.
"Well, we aren't going to just let you go. We want to test a new virus and what perfect way then to use your enemies?" The smile on Treize's face was gentle and it contrasted with the words that were coming from his mouth.
"So, you'll infect all of us."
Treize shook his head. "No, no, just two of you, don't get a head of yourself. In fact, I believe Lady Une should have already made a choice of the other pilots. Now, Dr. Simmons, if you please." Treize looked at the woman and then motioned toward Heero. Heero set her with a death glare, but she didn't even flinch.
The woman nodded and roughly injected a substance into Heero's side, just below his ribs. When she was finished she went over to her little set of tools. With her back turned, she spoke to Treize; "The virus will take affect within fifteen hours. It is not transmittable through air sir so only the two pilots will remain infected. We wouldn't want Gemini to spread to innocent people." Her voice was small and high, that of the witches in children's cartoons.
There was suddenly a ruckus from down the hall. Treize almost grinned, "Ah, here's Lady Une with our next patient." He turned toward the door. "By the sound of it, it's 02." Heero watched the closed door. // Please don't be Duo, please don't be Duo. \\ He chanted again and again in his mind.
The door opened.
It was Quatre.
// Speaking of innocent people. \\ Heero mused as Lady Une shoved Quatre forward. The small boy turned back to her and began to shout, what Heero couldn't completely make out, but from what he could the small peaceful boy was damning her to Hell. Finally, the lady shut him up by slapping him across the face. Nobody moved as Quatre slowly turned back to face his captor, fixing her with a glare of his own before doing what would have made Duo Maxwell proud. He spit blood on her.
The two guards that had been bringing him to the little room tackled Quatre and forced him to the floor, painfully pinning him to the cement. Quatre struggled to the best of his ability but was soon over powered. He cursed out loud, this time in a language they all knew, wishing he could be stronger physically. "Son of a bitch." He mumbled as he was forced to his feet.
"This was your choice?" Treize looked at Lady Une. "This.weakling?" He pointed at Quatre who was panting slightly. Blood freely dripped from his mouth and onto the floor.
Lady Une was also panting slightly; she had fought with the little beast all the way from the cell. "Sir, I assure you that he's no weakling." She stood up straight. "We tried to get pilot 02, but this one got in the way." She hissed, glaring at Quatre who glared back with the same intense stare.
Treize sighed, then nodded. "Very well. Dr. Simmons, would you like him restrained?" He looked at the doctor who held another syringe.
"I don't believe that'll be necessary." The woman shook her head and moved toward Quatre. Quatre caught sight of the needle and began to fight again. He kicked one of the guards in the shin, then forced his elbow back on the same guard. The one guard fell onto the floor hard. But the second man held tight to Quatre's other arm and he soon caught both of them. While Quatre struggled with the guard, face to face Dr. Simmons moved from behind him.
Just as Heero yelled out to warn Quatre, the guard yanked Quatre's pants and boxers down to his thighs, letting go of his wrists for only a second. The shock of having his pants pulled down surprised the struggling pilot who didn't notice the absent hands until they were already back around his wrists. Suddenly he cried out in surprise as he felt a sting coming from his butt. As soon as it was there it was gone again.
The guard who he was fighting with suddenly pushed him away and Quatre fell back hard against the cement floor. He growled and quickly pulled his clothes back into place and stood up again, only to wince and fall to his knees as his ankle throbbed.
"Take them back to the cell, then let them go." Treize ordered. The four guards saluted then two of them unstrapped Heero from the table and the other two picked Quatre up off the floor. Quickly, they ushered them out of the room.
Lady Une turned to face Treize. "Are you sure it's wise to let them leave sir? We could easily kill them now." She said.
Treize only shook his head. "No Lady, within fifteen hours the virus will have already come into effect. After that Pilots 01 and 04 will be rendered helpless until finally they will be no more. With 01 out of the war, 02 will not last long. And without 04 I believe that 03 will no longer fight, at least, this is what 05 has been telling me." Treize explained.
To be continued.
Dija like it? Review please!!