A young boy of the age of 10 slowly proceeded down the grey halls. To his left was a tall man in black clad; to his right another. He didn't have to look at them. He already had memorized every crease in their white faces. No one spoke. A young girl of the age of nine was dragged up the hall. A tall man in black clad held onto her small arm and pulled her along without much effort. She looked at him with tears in her amber eyes, memorizing every crease in his brown face; every curve of his nose and lips. She loudly protested with fear in her small voice. "Please," she wheezed, "Where is my mother? Where are we going? I want to go home!" The boy's eyes registered the slightest surprise as he heard the voice. An alarm went off inside his brain, one which shouted 'They're going to make another one of you, Heero.' The voice was colder than ice, and he winced at how familar it had become to his own voice. His arms itched as the men to his sides stopped. Then he saw her. She was smaller than him, and a lot thinner. She didn't look very healthy. Yet, he found her strangely beautiful. Her hair hung in inky black, billowing to her waist and bouncing as she was mercilessly pulled along, her tiny legs falling over themselves. Her eyes were hidden behind huge glasses, and he couldn't make out the color. The girl almost laughed aloud to see another child, though she was stopped by the men standing near him. She felt hopeful as she came nearer. With strands of wishful thinking in her voice, she called out to him. "Please, please," she yelled, "You have to help me! I don't know what's happening!" Heero grimaced as a memory of when he had first been dragged down the halls came into his mind. He had fought more than she had, like a wild animal. He had kicked and screamed and tried to throw punches with his little fists. She was obviously more afraid than he had been. She came nearer, so close he could have reached out and touched her. But he had no desire to try and help her. He knew they would never make it anywhere, and the consequences would be dire. She didn't have that thought in her mind as she reached out and grabbed his thin arm, small muscles unnatural for a child already forming there. "Please, God, help me!" There were tears in her voice now, as the idea that he wouldn't help her came into her head. She looked into his prussian eyes; he took note that her own were the color of precious amber. She dug her nails into his arm, but he didn't pull away. She repeated herself, hoping beyond hope that she could make him understand. "Please." That one word spoke volumes to Heero, and now he did pull away. He didn't know what to say to this girl, this child, who needed his help. There was nothing he could do, as she began to be pulled away. All he could offer her was some small hope. "You'll get used to it." Those words shattered the world of this girl. Her soft features pushed into her face as she formed a scowl that made her fearsomely ugly. Her voice shaked with anger as she yelled to him, pulling farther away with every move of the black man at her side. "You little bastard! If I ever see you again, I will kill you!"

I will kill you.

Those words never left him. He found himself saying them more and more with every passing day. It had become his favorite little catch phrase, as he saw the look on the face of his impending victim he knew he had given her that same day. But it had been six years, and he had never seen her again. Still, he thought of her often. If perhaps he had just grabbed her and ran, they would have been free. He could have started a new life with this girl he now affectionately thought of as his sister. He knew what they had done to her. Everything they had done to him to enhance his body, to make him stronger than he rightfully should be. He could imagine all the nights she spend awake; sick and trembling in the far corners of her mind, burning then freezing then burning again. He knew all the pain she had felt. He wondered if she had survived. "Hey!" Heero's thoughts were invaded by the airy voice of his fellow pilot. Duo looked at him with cool eyes. "Wake up, Heero, we gotta go." Heero noticed that the cargo ship they had hijacked had landed in a docking bay. The pilots floated through the light gravity and came to an airlock. As Duo entered the code, he looked at Heero strangely. "What do you always think about, anyways?" Heero ignored him and looked over his shoulder at an attendant. He was short, and his face was hidden by a bright red cap. Heero and Duo waited as the gravity took affect inside the small air lock compartment, then as the door to the colony opened they parted ways. Heero yelled backwards in a flat tone, "Rendevous at five. You know where." Duo closed his eyes and scratched at the top of his braid, a half smile tugging at his lips. "Right. I know where."