Author's note: When I first saw WWRY I thought, that'd be really really amazing as a novel. So here it is. I have taken some artistic liberties in this, so while the basic storyline remains the same, I've strayed quite far from the show in terms of dialogue and scenes. Hopefully this will simply enhance the story. All of this is from Galileo's point of view.

Disclaimer: WWRY does not belong to me, and nor do these characters or the storyline. Any songs referenced belong to their respective artists and record labels.

They came for him in the night.

Alone, sitting in his assigned room, staring at the whitewashed walls. He didn't stand a chance. One second he was there, dreaming and imagining, and then suddenly the door burst open and the faceless minions poured in. He hadn't even had time to turn around before a hand slammed into his mouth, stifling the emerging scream. They were already dragging him out of the room by the time his mind caught up, but by then all it could supply was terror. A blindfold was forced against his wild eyes even as his feet skidded hopelessly against the slippery floor.

To the rest of the students, it would be just like he had disappeared. Only the broken lock on the door would give the slightest indication of what had really happened. Perhaps even that would be fixed by the time his neighbours woke up in the morning.

Even if they did guess he'd been taken, it wasn't like anyone hadn't been expecting it.

They definitely wouldn't miss him.

A hand on his back forced him to thud down onto his knees, and in the same instant the blindfold was ripped off. Galileo blinked and reeled at the sudden light, intimately conscious of the hands that settled firmly on each of his shoulders.

He looked up and into the face of his Headmistress and was mildly surprised to find that he wasn't at all surprised.

"I'm sorry," she said, although she didn't sound sorry at all. "I tried to make you realise how dangerous your actions were."

Galileo's teeth clenched, but the retort died on his lips as his eyes fell upon the man standing next to her. Sewn as an insignia onto his jacket pocket was the symbol of the Killer Queen.

"So..." The man glanced down at the small computer screen he held in his hand. ". Is it true that you have given yourself a new name?" His voice sounded pleasant - genuinely interested, even - but his eyes were narrowed dangerously. Feeling reckless Galileo glared at him, but found himself unable the gather up the courage to reply.

"Galileo," the Headmistress said, voice filled with disdain, as if even saying the word brought her discomfort. "Galileo Figaro." She turned to the man who worked for Killer Queen. "I want you to know that I've tried my best, Commander, I really have."

Oh yes, Galileo knew she had.

"You are not to blame here," the Commander said softly, almost tenderly. Then he turned his eyes back to rest on Galileo again. "Unfortunately, there are those who can never be cured by... conventional methods."

Galileo finally found his voice. "I want to make music," he said, surprising himself with the amount of hatred to could put into those few words. "Real music, my own music."

The man raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips. Beside him, the Headmistress fretted. "He was once caught trying to stretch plastic string across an empty lunchbox."

Unwittingly, Galileo grimaced. That had been an interesting day.

Suddenly the Commander moved to crouch in front of him, bright eyes scrutinising him carefully. Galileo unconsciously tried to back away, but the hands on his shoulders forced him to remain where he was until the Commander's face was so close Galileo could smell his breath. "And you are aware that music other than that programmed by the Globalsoft Corperation is illegal?"

Galileo held his gaze silently before licking his lips nervously. "I don't care," he said softly. "The Globalsoft Corperation is wrong."

The Headmistress gasped sharply. Standing suddenly, the Commander turned and stalked forward, his stance tense; the two hands on Galileo's shoulders tightened painfully. He glared up at them, but both his guards were staring straight ahead, and Galileo couldn't see their faces.

"Did he pluck this... this makeshift instrument?" the Commander asked in disgust, back still to Galileo.

The Headmistress glanced down at him before replying. "Yes - but he claimed he didn't know why."

"Ignorance. Interesting. And the name? Where did that come from?"

"I dreamt it!" Galileo snapped, cutting in before his Headmistress could even open her mouth. Suddenly he was scared that if he was cut out of this conversation, he would lose what little identity he had. "I imagined it. I took it from the one place that you pigs can't control."

The Commander turned around, and Galileo bit his lip hard at the greedy expression that was suddenly on his face. Inwardly he cursed himself. He hadn't meant to reveal that particular piece of information. For the first time since the blindfold had been removed, Galileo lowered his eyes and stared firmly at the ground in front of him. In the silence that followed, his thoughts buzzed with words he knew weren't his own. Thankful for the escape, Galileo closed his eyes and listened.

He was wrenched back into reality a moment later as a sharp pain laced through his body, With a gasp, Galileo's eyes flew open and he found himself doubled over, fighting for breath. His own scream echoed in his ears.

When the hands grabbed his shoulders and forced him upright again, Galileo could see the Headmistress had turned her face away. In the Commander's hand was the laser gun, side strips blazing with light. Galileo stared at it, wide-eyed, trying to ignore the sweat that was starting to settle on his forehead.

"Never," the Commander breathed, "try to tell me that I can't control your mind. You might just tempt me to try."

Galileo tried to hide his wince at the stab of fear that shot through him, but couldn't stop himself from shuddering. He tried to disguise it by taking a deep breath, but the Commander saw and smiled in obvious satisfaction.

"Good," he said. Galileo flinched as he raised the laser gun and began fiddling with the switches on the side. When he pointed it at his prisoner again, Galileo twisted backwards, struggling futilely against the guards who held him fixed in place.

"You and I," the Commander said, "Will talk more later."

With that, he fired. The scream didn't even make it to Galileo's lips; there was no pain, but as soon as the light struck him, he fell into black.