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Chapter 11
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As they stood there, the four pilots were at a loss of anything they could do to get out of this trap. The Sergeant had thought out every detail down to the letter. He wasted no moves, and everything that was done had a purpose that led up to this, very uneven, showdown.
But his plan wasn't about to stop here.
He looked over the five boys that were close together. It was obvious that the four that stood cared a great deal for the critically injured blonde. They looked ready to sacrifice their own lives just to keep him brething, even if it was only for a second more.
This touched something inside him, but he roughly pushed it aside.
He had initiated this battle of will and wits between himself and Quatre, and planned on finishing it.
So the Sergeant reguarded them all calmly, and he raised his hand to halt the soldiers that were poised in the darkness, just waiting to fire. "So..." he started slowly. "I'm very impressed with how you handled yourself out there, Quatre... But now the true test begins..." He rised from the throne, stepped to the side, and pointed to it rigidly. "Place him in this throne now, or I will give the order to fire." he ordered Heero, hardly bluffing.
None of the pilots liked this, but a pale weak hand tugged gently at the front of Heero's tank top. When Heero looked down, he was greeted by a pair of clouded aqua eyes.
"Please, Heero... Do as he says.. This is all between him and I... None of you should even be here..." he whispered out, his strength nearly all gone.
Heero frowned deeply, and Quatre was nearly shocked when he saw a glimmer of fear and worry in the deep cobalt blue eyes. "But, Quatre...." he whispered, unsure of how to finish. Everything in his mind nearly screamed not to do it, but what Quatre said was true....
This was his fight, and the blonde seemed set on seeing it through to the end.
Cautiously, the silent soldier stepped forward towards the throne. He ignored the hisses of the others to return, and carefully sat Quatre in the throne. Once he was sure that Quatre was as comfortable as he could be in his current state, he slowly moved back.
When eveything was still, they all looked on at the battered blonde on the throne. His war torn body resting on the gold thrown was a breath taking sight. The way the crimsom liquid that was smeared on his face, and the blood that was already seeping through the white makeshift bandages made him look like some great king who was clinging to his throne no matter what happened to him. Even thought he was barely alive, he looked like a figure of strength in adversity, and it touched the pilots to the core.
This thought did not escape Carlton. He saw everything that the pilots saw, and maybe more. His heart ached to see the young man that he had shared so much with like this.
He had thought of Quatre like one of his own brothers, but his pain outweighed his feelings of friendship.
How he decided what to do with the blonde all depended on how he faired in the next few moments.
"Very good...." he said lightly. He briefly glanced at the four pilots that had brought him his prey. "Now if you'll excuse us, this isn't something for a crowd to see." He raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.
Before the four could blink, all of them were struck sharply by something. When they looked they found that all of them had been hit by small tranq darts. They barely had time to pull them out when Duo collapsed on the ground. As he laid there motionless, the other three felt extremely sluggish.
Their vision blured, and after a few more seconds Wufei crumpled on the ground next to Duo.
Quatre's face was a mixture of shock, anger, and fear as he cried out in sorrow. "Wufei! Duo!" Tears filled his eyes, and it wasn't long before both Heero and Trowa fell to their knees at the strength of the drug that was now pumping through their systems.
They both fought as hard as they could to resist the effects, but, like the other two, Trowa fell unconcious on the cold floor.
"No! Trowa!" Quatre cried out desperately. He wanted more than anything to run to their sides to help them, but it took everything he had just to keep his own head up.
Heero heard a muffled cry from Quatre, and he tried to crawl towards the blonde. "Quatre.... I... I'm sorry..." he was able to gasp out. With the last of his strength, Heero reached out to the blonde just as he too succumbed to the drug, and fell bonelessly to the ground.
"H-Heero!!" Quatre stared wide eyed at his very best friends laying before him on the ground. When none them moved, he searched desperately with his soul to see if they were still alive. Greatly to his relief, him sensed that all of them were very much alive. He looked to Carlton and frowned. "What did you do to them, Carlton?" he asked in as even a tone as he could manage
Calrton looked at him calmly. "Don't worry. They're merely sleeping for now. You said it yourself. This is between you and me. Take them to a holding cell." He suddenly waved his hand, and soon Quatre saw several men come out of the shadows, and carried off the four prone bodies on the ground. Then he saw a box of light where a door had been opened. Soon shadowed figures of men quietly moved out of the door, and finally the door closed.
Carlton and Quatre were alone.
"What are you going to do with them?" Quatre asked. He tried to keep his mind off the possibilities, but they kept appearing bold as ever.
Carlton smirked as he moved closer to him. "I said don't worry. No harm will come to them just so long as you answer the riddle correctly." He got into the pale boy's face and glared at him. "Now are you ready? Remember what's on the line.. The lives of your friends, and your own." he whispered in a cold tone. "And I'll make sure that you live to witness all of them die slowly, and painfully." he added for spite.
The crystal tears kept falling from the pain and sorrow filled eyes as Quatre responded. "Oh, Carlton... What will it take for you to understand? I never wanted to.."
"Enough!" the sergeant snapped hotly as he stood straight. "I don't give a damn what you have to say on your behalf. I just want you to answer the riddle. Now are you ready?" he asked in a low growl.
Quatre winced at his harshness. "As I can be...." he whispered, and waited.
He snorted gruffly. "What throughout history has been the best thing a man could have, but in turn posed a threat to everything that man has ever worked for?"
The blonde bowed his head and took a deep shuddering breath before he let it out. "A trusted friend... Caesar trusted Brutus..... Remus trusted Romulus.... Aurthur trusted Lancelot.... All of it ended in their deaths...." He looked up with a torn expression on his face. "But we don't have to end like that, Carlton! If anything, history has taught us that war is such a fickle thing that they're are no true enemies! That also means there is no such thing as true friends either, but that is our choice to make! Please think about what has happened! Go over everything in your mind, and tell me that an enemy would risk their life to warn the very person they target! Enemies don't don't that, but friends do... I did!" he cried out to him.
Carlton was speechless. Quatre was right about everything...
But Carlton just couldn't make a decision. "Quatre...."
When the blonde made his plea, it used most of his dwendling strength, and now he felt a darkness encroaching on him. His breathing was more ragged, and coughed roughly. When gave a hard choking cough, the sergeant saw the blood that began to run between the dried cracked lips.
"Quatre?" he asked hesitantly.
His eyelids felt like lead weights, but Quatre opened them wide to look at Carlton fully. "Carlton... Please... Believe me.... All I truely wanted... Was.... To be...." He took a deep breath. "Your friend........" The dull Aqua eyes rolled back, and the blonde went limp in the throne.
Light brown eyes shot wide open.
"Quatre!!"
~*~
TBC
Ah...
The dreaded cliff hanger...
Don't you just hate me? ^_^
Just remember this....
Compliments = Me posting the LAST chapter sooner
Flames = me waiting a month (or longer) to get around to posting it.
And you risk me not posting it at all, and I just leave the story there.
So be nice.
Again
Nice = fast
Mean = slow
Get it?
Got it?
Good.
Later!
I'm getting closer to the end!
Enjoy!
Chapter 11
~*~
As they stood there, the four pilots were at a loss of anything they could do to get out of this trap. The Sergeant had thought out every detail down to the letter. He wasted no moves, and everything that was done had a purpose that led up to this, very uneven, showdown.
But his plan wasn't about to stop here.
He looked over the five boys that were close together. It was obvious that the four that stood cared a great deal for the critically injured blonde. They looked ready to sacrifice their own lives just to keep him brething, even if it was only for a second more.
This touched something inside him, but he roughly pushed it aside.
He had initiated this battle of will and wits between himself and Quatre, and planned on finishing it.
So the Sergeant reguarded them all calmly, and he raised his hand to halt the soldiers that were poised in the darkness, just waiting to fire. "So..." he started slowly. "I'm very impressed with how you handled yourself out there, Quatre... But now the true test begins..." He rised from the throne, stepped to the side, and pointed to it rigidly. "Place him in this throne now, or I will give the order to fire." he ordered Heero, hardly bluffing.
None of the pilots liked this, but a pale weak hand tugged gently at the front of Heero's tank top. When Heero looked down, he was greeted by a pair of clouded aqua eyes.
"Please, Heero... Do as he says.. This is all between him and I... None of you should even be here..." he whispered out, his strength nearly all gone.
Heero frowned deeply, and Quatre was nearly shocked when he saw a glimmer of fear and worry in the deep cobalt blue eyes. "But, Quatre...." he whispered, unsure of how to finish. Everything in his mind nearly screamed not to do it, but what Quatre said was true....
This was his fight, and the blonde seemed set on seeing it through to the end.
Cautiously, the silent soldier stepped forward towards the throne. He ignored the hisses of the others to return, and carefully sat Quatre in the throne. Once he was sure that Quatre was as comfortable as he could be in his current state, he slowly moved back.
When eveything was still, they all looked on at the battered blonde on the throne. His war torn body resting on the gold thrown was a breath taking sight. The way the crimsom liquid that was smeared on his face, and the blood that was already seeping through the white makeshift bandages made him look like some great king who was clinging to his throne no matter what happened to him. Even thought he was barely alive, he looked like a figure of strength in adversity, and it touched the pilots to the core.
This thought did not escape Carlton. He saw everything that the pilots saw, and maybe more. His heart ached to see the young man that he had shared so much with like this.
He had thought of Quatre like one of his own brothers, but his pain outweighed his feelings of friendship.
How he decided what to do with the blonde all depended on how he faired in the next few moments.
"Very good...." he said lightly. He briefly glanced at the four pilots that had brought him his prey. "Now if you'll excuse us, this isn't something for a crowd to see." He raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.
Before the four could blink, all of them were struck sharply by something. When they looked they found that all of them had been hit by small tranq darts. They barely had time to pull them out when Duo collapsed on the ground. As he laid there motionless, the other three felt extremely sluggish.
Their vision blured, and after a few more seconds Wufei crumpled on the ground next to Duo.
Quatre's face was a mixture of shock, anger, and fear as he cried out in sorrow. "Wufei! Duo!" Tears filled his eyes, and it wasn't long before both Heero and Trowa fell to their knees at the strength of the drug that was now pumping through their systems.
They both fought as hard as they could to resist the effects, but, like the other two, Trowa fell unconcious on the cold floor.
"No! Trowa!" Quatre cried out desperately. He wanted more than anything to run to their sides to help them, but it took everything he had just to keep his own head up.
Heero heard a muffled cry from Quatre, and he tried to crawl towards the blonde. "Quatre.... I... I'm sorry..." he was able to gasp out. With the last of his strength, Heero reached out to the blonde just as he too succumbed to the drug, and fell bonelessly to the ground.
"H-Heero!!" Quatre stared wide eyed at his very best friends laying before him on the ground. When none them moved, he searched desperately with his soul to see if they were still alive. Greatly to his relief, him sensed that all of them were very much alive. He looked to Carlton and frowned. "What did you do to them, Carlton?" he asked in as even a tone as he could manage
Calrton looked at him calmly. "Don't worry. They're merely sleeping for now. You said it yourself. This is between you and me. Take them to a holding cell." He suddenly waved his hand, and soon Quatre saw several men come out of the shadows, and carried off the four prone bodies on the ground. Then he saw a box of light where a door had been opened. Soon shadowed figures of men quietly moved out of the door, and finally the door closed.
Carlton and Quatre were alone.
"What are you going to do with them?" Quatre asked. He tried to keep his mind off the possibilities, but they kept appearing bold as ever.
Carlton smirked as he moved closer to him. "I said don't worry. No harm will come to them just so long as you answer the riddle correctly." He got into the pale boy's face and glared at him. "Now are you ready? Remember what's on the line.. The lives of your friends, and your own." he whispered in a cold tone. "And I'll make sure that you live to witness all of them die slowly, and painfully." he added for spite.
The crystal tears kept falling from the pain and sorrow filled eyes as Quatre responded. "Oh, Carlton... What will it take for you to understand? I never wanted to.."
"Enough!" the sergeant snapped hotly as he stood straight. "I don't give a damn what you have to say on your behalf. I just want you to answer the riddle. Now are you ready?" he asked in a low growl.
Quatre winced at his harshness. "As I can be...." he whispered, and waited.
He snorted gruffly. "What throughout history has been the best thing a man could have, but in turn posed a threat to everything that man has ever worked for?"
The blonde bowed his head and took a deep shuddering breath before he let it out. "A trusted friend... Caesar trusted Brutus..... Remus trusted Romulus.... Aurthur trusted Lancelot.... All of it ended in their deaths...." He looked up with a torn expression on his face. "But we don't have to end like that, Carlton! If anything, history has taught us that war is such a fickle thing that they're are no true enemies! That also means there is no such thing as true friends either, but that is our choice to make! Please think about what has happened! Go over everything in your mind, and tell me that an enemy would risk their life to warn the very person they target! Enemies don't don't that, but friends do... I did!" he cried out to him.
Carlton was speechless. Quatre was right about everything...
But Carlton just couldn't make a decision. "Quatre...."
When the blonde made his plea, it used most of his dwendling strength, and now he felt a darkness encroaching on him. His breathing was more ragged, and coughed roughly. When gave a hard choking cough, the sergeant saw the blood that began to run between the dried cracked lips.
"Quatre?" he asked hesitantly.
His eyelids felt like lead weights, but Quatre opened them wide to look at Carlton fully. "Carlton... Please... Believe me.... All I truely wanted... Was.... To be...." He took a deep breath. "Your friend........" The dull Aqua eyes rolled back, and the blonde went limp in the throne.
Light brown eyes shot wide open.
"Quatre!!"
~*~
TBC
Ah...
The dreaded cliff hanger...
Don't you just hate me? ^_^
Just remember this....
Compliments = Me posting the LAST chapter sooner
Flames = me waiting a month (or longer) to get around to posting it.
And you risk me not posting it at all, and I just leave the story there.
So be nice.
Again
Nice = fast
Mean = slow
Get it?
Got it?
Good.
Later!