Duo, Heero, & Death
(Alternate
Version)
Author's
Notes: Well, first off, if you read
this story PLEASE review, I've gotten almost no feedback whatsoever! Second, I'm aware this is not PERFECTLY in story
line, and that they are somewhat OOC, but I like em that way. Anyways as always, ENJOY!
Treize sat in a large armchair
with Quatre on another chair and Trowa on the couch, all 3 of them thinking of
some sort of plan to get their captured compatriots from their imprisonment.
"Ok, so tell me again Treize,
what exactly did your Intel say, are they both in the same place?" Quatre questioned Treize again, he had been
asking basically the same question, but each time he asked, he thought he might
get some idea.
"I already told you too many
times now, they are both in the same facility, but different buildings. From what I've been told, Duo, or as he is
now knows, Trent, is held in some sort of hospital where he is being "rehabilitated,"
which seems to be some sort of training to turn him into this Trent
character. Heero on the other hand
apparently couldn't be brainwashed and instead is being tortured and such for
any information they can get out of him.
As of yet we have no idea what became of the new mobile doll types, or
if they ever existed." Treize hesitated
and Quatre saw it.
"What? What is it? Is there
something else you've been holding back from me? Answer me Treize! God damnit
answer me!" Quatre all but shouted at
the young man in front of him as he realized there might be something more to
this.
"Well, I didn't want to tell
you, but there is a report that the weapon used on Deathscythe was…was Gundam
in origin." Both the Gundam pilots
leaped from their respective chairs at hearing this. "It's not for sure so I held it back, but from witnesses and
surveillance at the attack, the weapon could punch straight through Gundanium
and was extremely powerful." Treize was
almost afraid as Trowa all but charged him at hearing this,
"And you were going to tell us
this WHEN! When the weapon was slamming
through our Gundams as well?! Damnit
Treize!" Trowa raised his hand and Treize
was recoiling, awaiting the fist about to slam into his face but instead heard
a loud crash as the front door of his mansion was smashed in.
Trent walked peacefully in the
courtyard of the hospital, smiling inwardly as he admired the beauty of the
plants around him and enjoyed the scent of all
the different plants arranged in the large open space. The courtyard was a place for patients and
doctors alike to relax. A large fenced
in series of walkways and fields. The
plants were arranged beautifully by some of the best arrangers in the world. Different sections held plants from each
region of the world and other, and all was pervaded over by not only a constant
and wonderful scent of life and beauty, but also a sense of utter calm and
peace. but this peace did not reach all of the occupants of the area.
Though Trent walked calmly
through a long walkway. His mind and soul were both racing with thoughts and
images of 2 different lives he had lived.
One was of a peaceful man working for the country as a mercenary
bomber. A patriotic man who grew up in
a happy home and lived peacefully in a large community. He liked this history, he wanted it to be
true and to him it was, everything about it was true to what really happened to
him, but then there were the dreams.
Almost every night for the
past 2 weeks he had woken up screaming in a cold sweat, his dreams more like nightmares
of images, both of horrifying battles and of warriors he had never known, or
had he? He wasn't sure what to think
any more. The doctors said he was just
relapsing into a state of acute paranoia, but he knew this wasn't true, it was
all too real. He sat on a bench and put
his head in his hands, feeling the sweat running from his forehead down his
forearms, and dripping to the ground.
It wasn't hot by any means, but the thoughts and images racing through
his head had his body more spent than if it was 120 degrees and he was running
a marathon.
Trent leaped up and gasped as
a hand touched his shoulder. He
instinctively grabbed it and flung the unfortunate man across the path crashing
through a tree, and then he ran! He
didn't know why he ran he just did.
What am I doing?! Where am I
going?! Oh god! What the hell is
happening to me? I have to get out!
Have to- Trent's thoughts were cut
short as he slammed through a large orderly as he bowled through the entrance
to the hospital. He ran and ran, not
knowing where he was going but fueled on by some unconscious need to get away,
to escape this place, and so he tried!
Trent ran for what seemed like
forever through halls and passages, down stairs and ramps, and as he was at the
entrance about to escape he was on the ground unconscious. The security guard re-holstered his gun and
stared at the unfortunate man before him.
A lovely young man with beautiful brown hair lying on the ground,
seemingly dead with a hole through his chest…
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