Brothers separated: Chap.6
By: hypergirl
It took me too long to get this chapter out! Very, very sorry. I had a sudden inspiration to write another story. Blame Sylina, she made me. You can understand why it took longer than expected to get out, I hope. For anyone reading and reviewing my story, thanks bunches!!! I love reviews, I live off of reviews. Anyone want to E-mail me at hypergirl719@yahoo.com ? I love meeting new friends! ^_______________^ It took me awhile to convince Sylina not to kill Heero (he is my fave character). Let's move on to the story. ^__^
DISCLAIMER: Do I have to keep writing these!!?!!!?? I. Do. Not. Own. The. Characters. In. This. Story.
Brothers separated: Chap. 6
Heero heard someone enter the tent and gasp. He vaguely wondered who it was but decided it
wasn't worth the energy to find out. He could hardly move anymore. These people were good at their
job and were obviously trying to get some information from him. They wanted to know who he was, and
what he was doing in this part of the country. They were especially inquisitive about who he worked for.
When he had refused to speak they had gotten rough and decided he would make an excellent punching
bag. His entire body felt broken and useless. Heero still remained as defiant as possible, glaring at them
the best he could from his position on the floor.
Duo had to restrain himself to keep from running to his fallen comrade. Heero didn't look like
Heero. In fact he only looked slightly human. His face was covered in fresh sticky blood. And beaten so
badly that you couldn't see any of his features. He looked worse than Duo had ever seen. His left arm was
in an impossible position. It was bent sideways at the elbow in a gruesome way and was laying at his side
uselessly. He was laying crumpled on the ground, unmoving. It didn't look like he could have gotten up to
save his life. Which promoted a problem, how were they going to get away with Heero as beaten as he
was?
Runom`s voice interrupted his thoughts, "That's what's going to happen to you if you don't tell us
what ya were doin` here. Not a very pretty sight is he? I'm surprised he isn't spilling information yet, but
he will soon. I'm sure of that." Smirked Runom, " Of course, if you want to tell us about the both of you,
it'll save your friend there some pain. Why don't we start with some unofficial info on the two of you?
What are your names?" Duo remained silent. "Aw, come on that isn't too hard to say a name now is it?"
Still Duo refused to speak. Runom gave a nod and two of the men in the tent lifted Heero to his feet,
supporting him to make sure he didn't fall. Another man, Rod, stalked up to Heero and drew back his fist.
"Now, tell me your names." Commanded Runom, "Your names aren't that important. Just tell me and
Rod here won't hurt your little friend."
~**~
Van adjusted his sword. He was ready to leave. He walked to the outside of the fort to observe
the other men that were coming on the trip. They seemed a good enough bunch. He noticed Allen coming
toward him and prepared to ask some questions about the band they were going to fight. "Allen, how many
men are we facing?" Allen's response was curt, "No less than 22, no more than 40, but be prepared for the
worst. The actual attack will be an all out offensive. We hope to surprise them and catch them without
any weapons to cut down on casualties from both sides. Anything else you want to know, Van?" The
mentioned nodded his head no, slightly surprised Allen had guessed all of what he wanted to know. But,
he reasoned, what he had planned to ask was what any well-trained soldier would want to know.
Soon after his conversation with Allen the men began to move out. There were roughly 30 of
them, all fair fighters, however a few were healers as well. Every man had a part to play to ensure a
successful attack. Some men had been sent ahead to scout for area patrols and traps that might have been
planned for them. They moved quickly, showing they were an organized group to be depended on. Van
couldn't help wondering how many times they had done this before.
~**~
Duo almost blanched as the man hit Heero with the club again. He did not like seeing his friend
like this. It gave him the willies to see Heero in such a helpless position. What bothered him even more
was the fact that the man, Rod, seemed to enjoy every minuet of his friends pain. The sadistic smile he
wore every time he got another chance to beat Heero. Heero, Duo couldn't bear to look at Heero anymore.
He was afraid of what he would see. The fact that his friend hadn't cried out made him even more… Duo
didn't know how he felt right now. He was angry, at Rod, but he was also ashamed. Ashamed of his own
fear of being treated as Heero was.
Duo heard the thud of a body hitting the floor and knew who it was. Even without looking up, he
knew who it was. Duo's thoughts were so focused on his friend that he didn't hear the shout of alarm from
outside…
Hypergirl: I finally wrote some more, I dislike Sylina making me start another story before finishing this
one! She needs to let me finish stuff without starting something new!
Sylina: This story wasn't going anywhere!
Hypergirl: Hope you enjoyed this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brothers Separated: Chap 7
By: hypergirl
Hiya! Just got back from Mexico (spring break), and have got inspiration! Oh, if you spot any
grammar mistakes, would ya kindly tell me?
DISCLAIMER: I do own these characters, pigs do fly, I just saw a lil worm eat a bird, and my pet dog just
started talking to me.
Brothers Separated: Chap. 7
Van listened as the signal for the attack was given. He rushed toward the collection of tents and
drew his sword. The enemy shouldn't have had time to arm themselves, but there was always the chance
that some had had their weapons within their reach when the attack had been signaled. Four tents, he
noted, were larger than the others were. He sprinted toward the nearest only to be blocked by the enemy
troops. He ducked and thrust upward with his sword as the man attempted to decapitate him with a dirk.
Van felt the dirk whistle by, inches above his head. His sword made contact with the man, hitting just
below his rib cage. Van leaned into the sword, pushing the deadly weapon through the man's body till it
exited his back. Van, preparing for another assault, quickly jerked his sword from the dying man and
continued toward the large tent.
He grabbed a dagger from his boot, knowing that he would have a better chance fighting in such
close range with the smaller weapon. His sword would be more hindrance than help as it took more energy
and time to swing it. It would also be more likely to get caught in a ribcage.
His mind was completely focused on his enemy. He neatly avoided a rather clumsy attempt to
knock him to the ground. Then twisting rapidly around he stabbed some stupid soldier, who apparently
thought they could sneak up on him, in the neck. Feeling his dagger penetrate he pulled it back and heard
the unfortunate fall to the ground. With all of this done so quickly, it made his attacker blink and wonder
if he had turned around at all. The body of his dead comrade remained as proof. He growled and
viciously lunged forward at the young man who dared to kill his friend. Only to meet his death when
Van's dagger plunged deep into his chest.
Simultaneously, the assailants pulled back and ran for the woods behind them. Van, along with
the rest of Allen's soldiers, started after them. However, after a command from Allen, they allowed the
band to retreat.
Van walked toward Allen, curious about why he had allowed the enemy to run.
~**~
Duo opened his eyes looking around. He was sitting against the side of the tent, and it was empty!
"What?" Thought Duo, "Where did they go? I thought I…Oh no, Heero, is he…" Light suddenly
streamed into the tent. Duo stood quickly reaching instinctively for a gun that wasn't there. Jumping back
he stood protectively over his unconscious friend. The man who had opened the tent looked surprised to
see him there. "Get Allen!" he called sharply over his shoulder, "Someone is still here." Duo just looked
at the man, unsure if he was friend or foe.
~**~
Van listened as a soldier told Allen that somebody had remained in one of the larger tents. Allen
nodded and said "Take me to him." Then speaking to Van "You can come if you want to." "Sure" replied
Van, following Allen. It was something to do, and Van wanted to know his enemy. That was one of the
first rules of being a soldier.
They arrived at the tent and Allen and Van calmly walked inside. Van was surprised, the boy was
about his age and he was just standing there. Van noticed a figure behind the boy laying on the floor in the
shadows. "Who are you?" asked the boy looking as though there wasn't anyone standing there with swords
drawn and pointed at him. Allen stepped forward "I believe that you should answer that question young
man. Seeing as you are not in any position to ask us questions." "I just want to know if you're my enemy
or not mister. The last people we met weren't very friendly." Remarked the boy pointing to a cut across his
head. "But I can still fight if you have any notion of hurting me or my buddy here." Van saw Allen
thinking this over and after a moments thought Allen replied "We won't fight unless you want to."
~**~
Duo smiled, relieved. Then he noticed a boy his age standing beside and slightly behind the man
who he had been talking to. He couldn't see the guy's face though, since the sun was behind him. Then he
had a thought. "My name is Duo, what's yours?" The man smiled slightly and said "I am Allen." Duo
looked down, and saw Heero. Hoping he wasn't making a huge mistake he turned to his friend and bent
down. He felt for his pulse, it was there. He sighed that was good, but he didn't have anything to help
Heero with.
TBC…
Hypergirl: I want to thank the author Brian Jacques for unknowingly supplying me with the name and
description of a weapon. A dirk is like a cross between a dagger and a sword (longer than a dagger, shorter
than a sword). Ok, next chapter should be out in a few days.
By: hypergirl
It took me too long to get this chapter out! Very, very sorry. I had a sudden inspiration to write another story. Blame Sylina, she made me. You can understand why it took longer than expected to get out, I hope. For anyone reading and reviewing my story, thanks bunches!!! I love reviews, I live off of reviews. Anyone want to E-mail me at hypergirl719@yahoo.com ? I love meeting new friends! ^_______________^ It took me awhile to convince Sylina not to kill Heero (he is my fave character). Let's move on to the story. ^__^
DISCLAIMER: Do I have to keep writing these!!?!!!?? I. Do. Not. Own. The. Characters. In. This. Story.
Brothers separated: Chap. 6
Heero heard someone enter the tent and gasp. He vaguely wondered who it was but decided it
wasn't worth the energy to find out. He could hardly move anymore. These people were good at their
job and were obviously trying to get some information from him. They wanted to know who he was, and
what he was doing in this part of the country. They were especially inquisitive about who he worked for.
When he had refused to speak they had gotten rough and decided he would make an excellent punching
bag. His entire body felt broken and useless. Heero still remained as defiant as possible, glaring at them
the best he could from his position on the floor.
Duo had to restrain himself to keep from running to his fallen comrade. Heero didn't look like
Heero. In fact he only looked slightly human. His face was covered in fresh sticky blood. And beaten so
badly that you couldn't see any of his features. He looked worse than Duo had ever seen. His left arm was
in an impossible position. It was bent sideways at the elbow in a gruesome way and was laying at his side
uselessly. He was laying crumpled on the ground, unmoving. It didn't look like he could have gotten up to
save his life. Which promoted a problem, how were they going to get away with Heero as beaten as he
was?
Runom`s voice interrupted his thoughts, "That's what's going to happen to you if you don't tell us
what ya were doin` here. Not a very pretty sight is he? I'm surprised he isn't spilling information yet, but
he will soon. I'm sure of that." Smirked Runom, " Of course, if you want to tell us about the both of you,
it'll save your friend there some pain. Why don't we start with some unofficial info on the two of you?
What are your names?" Duo remained silent. "Aw, come on that isn't too hard to say a name now is it?"
Still Duo refused to speak. Runom gave a nod and two of the men in the tent lifted Heero to his feet,
supporting him to make sure he didn't fall. Another man, Rod, stalked up to Heero and drew back his fist.
"Now, tell me your names." Commanded Runom, "Your names aren't that important. Just tell me and
Rod here won't hurt your little friend."
~**~
Van adjusted his sword. He was ready to leave. He walked to the outside of the fort to observe
the other men that were coming on the trip. They seemed a good enough bunch. He noticed Allen coming
toward him and prepared to ask some questions about the band they were going to fight. "Allen, how many
men are we facing?" Allen's response was curt, "No less than 22, no more than 40, but be prepared for the
worst. The actual attack will be an all out offensive. We hope to surprise them and catch them without
any weapons to cut down on casualties from both sides. Anything else you want to know, Van?" The
mentioned nodded his head no, slightly surprised Allen had guessed all of what he wanted to know. But,
he reasoned, what he had planned to ask was what any well-trained soldier would want to know.
Soon after his conversation with Allen the men began to move out. There were roughly 30 of
them, all fair fighters, however a few were healers as well. Every man had a part to play to ensure a
successful attack. Some men had been sent ahead to scout for area patrols and traps that might have been
planned for them. They moved quickly, showing they were an organized group to be depended on. Van
couldn't help wondering how many times they had done this before.
~**~
Duo almost blanched as the man hit Heero with the club again. He did not like seeing his friend
like this. It gave him the willies to see Heero in such a helpless position. What bothered him even more
was the fact that the man, Rod, seemed to enjoy every minuet of his friends pain. The sadistic smile he
wore every time he got another chance to beat Heero. Heero, Duo couldn't bear to look at Heero anymore.
He was afraid of what he would see. The fact that his friend hadn't cried out made him even more… Duo
didn't know how he felt right now. He was angry, at Rod, but he was also ashamed. Ashamed of his own
fear of being treated as Heero was.
Duo heard the thud of a body hitting the floor and knew who it was. Even without looking up, he
knew who it was. Duo's thoughts were so focused on his friend that he didn't hear the shout of alarm from
outside…
Hypergirl: I finally wrote some more, I dislike Sylina making me start another story before finishing this
one! She needs to let me finish stuff without starting something new!
Sylina: This story wasn't going anywhere!
Hypergirl: Hope you enjoyed this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brothers Separated: Chap 7
By: hypergirl
Hiya! Just got back from Mexico (spring break), and have got inspiration! Oh, if you spot any
grammar mistakes, would ya kindly tell me?
DISCLAIMER: I do own these characters, pigs do fly, I just saw a lil worm eat a bird, and my pet dog just
started talking to me.
Brothers Separated: Chap. 7
Van listened as the signal for the attack was given. He rushed toward the collection of tents and
drew his sword. The enemy shouldn't have had time to arm themselves, but there was always the chance
that some had had their weapons within their reach when the attack had been signaled. Four tents, he
noted, were larger than the others were. He sprinted toward the nearest only to be blocked by the enemy
troops. He ducked and thrust upward with his sword as the man attempted to decapitate him with a dirk.
Van felt the dirk whistle by, inches above his head. His sword made contact with the man, hitting just
below his rib cage. Van leaned into the sword, pushing the deadly weapon through the man's body till it
exited his back. Van, preparing for another assault, quickly jerked his sword from the dying man and
continued toward the large tent.
He grabbed a dagger from his boot, knowing that he would have a better chance fighting in such
close range with the smaller weapon. His sword would be more hindrance than help as it took more energy
and time to swing it. It would also be more likely to get caught in a ribcage.
His mind was completely focused on his enemy. He neatly avoided a rather clumsy attempt to
knock him to the ground. Then twisting rapidly around he stabbed some stupid soldier, who apparently
thought they could sneak up on him, in the neck. Feeling his dagger penetrate he pulled it back and heard
the unfortunate fall to the ground. With all of this done so quickly, it made his attacker blink and wonder
if he had turned around at all. The body of his dead comrade remained as proof. He growled and
viciously lunged forward at the young man who dared to kill his friend. Only to meet his death when
Van's dagger plunged deep into his chest.
Simultaneously, the assailants pulled back and ran for the woods behind them. Van, along with
the rest of Allen's soldiers, started after them. However, after a command from Allen, they allowed the
band to retreat.
Van walked toward Allen, curious about why he had allowed the enemy to run.
~**~
Duo opened his eyes looking around. He was sitting against the side of the tent, and it was empty!
"What?" Thought Duo, "Where did they go? I thought I…Oh no, Heero, is he…" Light suddenly
streamed into the tent. Duo stood quickly reaching instinctively for a gun that wasn't there. Jumping back
he stood protectively over his unconscious friend. The man who had opened the tent looked surprised to
see him there. "Get Allen!" he called sharply over his shoulder, "Someone is still here." Duo just looked
at the man, unsure if he was friend or foe.
~**~
Van listened as a soldier told Allen that somebody had remained in one of the larger tents. Allen
nodded and said "Take me to him." Then speaking to Van "You can come if you want to." "Sure" replied
Van, following Allen. It was something to do, and Van wanted to know his enemy. That was one of the
first rules of being a soldier.
They arrived at the tent and Allen and Van calmly walked inside. Van was surprised, the boy was
about his age and he was just standing there. Van noticed a figure behind the boy laying on the floor in the
shadows. "Who are you?" asked the boy looking as though there wasn't anyone standing there with swords
drawn and pointed at him. Allen stepped forward "I believe that you should answer that question young
man. Seeing as you are not in any position to ask us questions." "I just want to know if you're my enemy
or not mister. The last people we met weren't very friendly." Remarked the boy pointing to a cut across his
head. "But I can still fight if you have any notion of hurting me or my buddy here." Van saw Allen
thinking this over and after a moments thought Allen replied "We won't fight unless you want to."
~**~
Duo smiled, relieved. Then he noticed a boy his age standing beside and slightly behind the man
who he had been talking to. He couldn't see the guy's face though, since the sun was behind him. Then he
had a thought. "My name is Duo, what's yours?" The man smiled slightly and said "I am Allen." Duo
looked down, and saw Heero. Hoping he wasn't making a huge mistake he turned to his friend and bent
down. He felt for his pulse, it was there. He sighed that was good, but he didn't have anything to help
Heero with.
TBC…
Hypergirl: I want to thank the author Brian Jacques for unknowingly supplying me with the name and
description of a weapon. A dirk is like a cross between a dagger and a sword (longer than a dagger, shorter
than a sword). Ok, next chapter should be out in a few days.