Duo, Heero, & Death
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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