Quatre's eyes slowly came into focus, just in time to see a hand come to hit him in the face. He heard some mumbling and his eyes slowly traced around the room. There were three officers dressed in OZ outfits, two men and one woman (or onna!).
"Fool." One of the men said.
"Go to hell." Quatre replied sharply. There was the sound of a few cruel snickers.
"Where are the other gundam pilots?" The woman asked. Quatre didn't reply. The woman grinned and evil grin and snapped her fingers. Someone's hand slammed down beside Quatre's neck. He felt himself losing it again.
"Damn all of you to HELL!" Quatre said before he blacked out again.
(And pilots)
"Hey Guys! I've got a message." Heero said, sliding away from his laptop. The doorway immediately was filled with Duo Trowa and Wufei. They crowded around the screen, asking whom it was from.
"An OZ base? They've got Quatre!" Duo immediately said. Heero opened to E-mail and read it out loud.
" 'Gundam pilots, Missing someone? Surrender your gundams to OZ or we shall be forced to start a phase 2. You will have 12 hours to surrender and save your friend's life.'" Heero said.
"There's an attachment." Trowa said dully. Heero scrolled the cursor to the attachment and double-clicked. They all gasped at what they saw.
Quatre.
He was locked in a rather small, dark room. His blood had spread out in a pool around him and his blood soaked clothes were slashed and torn. His left eye was shut as tiny streams of blood ran over it. He was sitting in a corner of the room. His other eye was half open and staring straight at them. His mouth was slightly open, allowing blood to flow out of it.
Duo's fist hitting the table broke the awkward silence. They all looked at him.
"I'm going." He said, anger creeping into his voice.
"No." Trowa said rather harshly, "Quatre would warn tell us that it's a trap. And you know damn well that he's usually right."
They all were silent as Trowa went on.
"Quatre would only fly into a trap if it concerned something like a colony dropping onto Earth. If it were one of us, he'd go without a second thought. That's because he came up with a plan in seconds flat. Quatre's look said plainly 'Don't come! You'll be killed!' We've got to wait, no matter how hard it is."
Broken gundam armor, lies in pieces big and small
He's finding out the answers don't change nothing at all.
It's time that he stopped searching for whose to blame or what went wrong
The only thing for certain is she's gone, he's got to move on.
(Quatre)
There was blood scattered about the cell. Quatre had lived through their worst so far, but they were coming up with other plans. He prayed that the others wouldn't come. It was a trap, plain and simple.
"I'll sit here and die before they find out." He said weakly. He slowly ran his hand along one of the few deep cuts that had closed. Quatre reached for his locked. It was gone.
Quatre's frantic eyes traced the room all over, finding nothing. As far as he was concerned, the locket was the only thing keeping him alive. Now he lost it. He lost Angel. He lost his luck. He was going to die.
"Angel...forgive me...if you can..." Quatre said to himself. He knew that because of Duo, most likely, OZ would begin a phase 2. A strange scent crept into the room. A faint mist was pumped through the vents. Quatre shook his head. This was NOT happening! There was no way in HELL this was happening! It was though. Quatre's eyelids grew heavy. No way...he thought before again he was lost in a field of blackness.
"Fool." One of the men said.
"Go to hell." Quatre replied sharply. There was the sound of a few cruel snickers.
"Where are the other gundam pilots?" The woman asked. Quatre didn't reply. The woman grinned and evil grin and snapped her fingers. Someone's hand slammed down beside Quatre's neck. He felt himself losing it again.
"Damn all of you to HELL!" Quatre said before he blacked out again.
(And pilots)
"Hey Guys! I've got a message." Heero said, sliding away from his laptop. The doorway immediately was filled with Duo Trowa and Wufei. They crowded around the screen, asking whom it was from.
"An OZ base? They've got Quatre!" Duo immediately said. Heero opened to E-mail and read it out loud.
" 'Gundam pilots, Missing someone? Surrender your gundams to OZ or we shall be forced to start a phase 2. You will have 12 hours to surrender and save your friend's life.'" Heero said.
"There's an attachment." Trowa said dully. Heero scrolled the cursor to the attachment and double-clicked. They all gasped at what they saw.
Quatre.
He was locked in a rather small, dark room. His blood had spread out in a pool around him and his blood soaked clothes were slashed and torn. His left eye was shut as tiny streams of blood ran over it. He was sitting in a corner of the room. His other eye was half open and staring straight at them. His mouth was slightly open, allowing blood to flow out of it.
Duo's fist hitting the table broke the awkward silence. They all looked at him.
"I'm going." He said, anger creeping into his voice.
"No." Trowa said rather harshly, "Quatre would warn tell us that it's a trap. And you know damn well that he's usually right."
They all were silent as Trowa went on.
"Quatre would only fly into a trap if it concerned something like a colony dropping onto Earth. If it were one of us, he'd go without a second thought. That's because he came up with a plan in seconds flat. Quatre's look said plainly 'Don't come! You'll be killed!' We've got to wait, no matter how hard it is."
Broken gundam armor, lies in pieces big and small
He's finding out the answers don't change nothing at all.
It's time that he stopped searching for whose to blame or what went wrong
The only thing for certain is she's gone, he's got to move on.
(Quatre)
There was blood scattered about the cell. Quatre had lived through their worst so far, but they were coming up with other plans. He prayed that the others wouldn't come. It was a trap, plain and simple.
"I'll sit here and die before they find out." He said weakly. He slowly ran his hand along one of the few deep cuts that had closed. Quatre reached for his locked. It was gone.
Quatre's frantic eyes traced the room all over, finding nothing. As far as he was concerned, the locket was the only thing keeping him alive. Now he lost it. He lost Angel. He lost his luck. He was going to die.
"Angel...forgive me...if you can..." Quatre said to himself. He knew that because of Duo, most likely, OZ would begin a phase 2. A strange scent crept into the room. A faint mist was pumped through the vents. Quatre shook his head. This was NOT happening! There was no way in HELL this was happening! It was though. Quatre's eyelids grew heavy. No way...he thought before again he was lost in a field of blackness.