Miraculously, I'm feeling better. I'm not feeling well but somewhat better than a couple of hours ago. I was keeping my eyes shut though, I'm sure there are more chemicals around me. If I was to open my eyes now, I'd probably be blind forever. I feel like crying, I really do. I never thought I'd cry again sense, he, died. The one who raised me until I was eight years old, and then just went and got killed. That's not the reason I feel like crying. I can't cry over him anymore, I've wasted all my tears. There's not much left to spare. I doubt I cried when I was born. Although there was plenty to cry about. Just being in this world is something to cry about. When I was born I was lost, and alone. I wasn't born in some cosey hospital bed, I new that for sure. But that's not why I feel like crying either. The others are doomed.
Milliardo made his way down the hall, an evil smile on his face. He resisted the urge to laugh evilly.
"Everything is proceeding rather quickly. This is wonderful. I'll have what I want in no time." He said quietly to himself.
He reached his personal office. Milliardo pulled out his key and unlocked the door. He stepped in his office and shut the door behind him. Smiling evilly, he walked over to his desk and took a seat. A paper lay on his desk with the names, Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton, Duo, Wufei Chang, and Quatre Raberba Winner written on the front. Milliardo picked up the ball tip pen that had been placed beside it and checked off the name, Trowa Barton. There was a knock on the door. Milliardo sighed.
"Come in." He stated loudly enough so the person on the other side could hear.
"Sir, we have a problem, the three other gundam pilots have arrived and we're losing men rather quickly!" A man shouted.
Milliardo bolted up from the table and swung open the door, only to see Duo Maxwell standing right in front of him. There wasn't enough time for him to run and Duo pushed him back and pinned him up against the wall. Milliardo laughed.
"You honestly think you can pin someone who can handle the zero system?" Milliardo laughed.
"I'm able to pin Heero." Duo sneered, and grabbed Milliardo's arm and twisted it in a very painful way.
The blond haired man shrieked and kicked Duo's leg. Duo let out a painful yell and Milliardo ran to his desk and grabbed his gun out from a drawer. Duo thought fast and slipped his gun out of his pocket. The two men stood facing each other with strong grips on their guns. Duo smiled and shot Milliardo's gun, causing it to fire. The bullet missed Duo by an inch and Milliardo's gun was destroyed.
"Looks like your out of luck." Duo sneered.
"Not quite." He said calmly, he pointed to the doorway where Duo's back was facing.
Duo turned around, and his jaw dropped open. Seven men in white coats holding guns were standing before him. Duo fired, only to find out that he had used up all of his bullets from killing several other white coats at the entrance. Duo dropped his gun. Two of the men in the doorway came over and grabbed Duo's arms. Duo held his breath as Milliardo walked over to him, and punched his in the stomach.
"Rrrr...agh...." Duo choked as Millirado punched him numerous times in the gut until he finally lost consciousness.
"Take him to test room." He said, handing Duo to one of the men.
The man nodded and dragged Duo away. Milliardo walked over to his desk and checked off Duo's name. I tiny feeling of guilt spread over him but it vanished quickly.
"What I'm doing is right. The people of this disgusting planet think they've beaten me. Now they'll pay, and I will rule this planet and the colonies." He said, and then rubbed his hand together diabolically.
Meanwhile, Wufei, who had taken the white coat from of the men he killed, did his best to hide his face and walk quickly down the halls of the mysterious building. He gasped slightly as one of the men in a white coat stepped up to him.
"Where are you going, we almost have all the gundam pilots, we're still trying to knock out the blond one outside." He paused, "You know, we need all the help we can get and you're not helping." He said.
"And, um, what is it that we are trying to accomplish again?" Wufei asked, avoiding eye contact with the man.
"Hello, where have you been, we're going to follow Master Milliardo's orders and, ...hey, wait a second, you're a gundam pilot!" The man yelled.
Wufei shuddered. Obviously these guys really knew who they were talking to. 'What, Zechs is behind this? I should have guessed it. Whatever he's planning on doing must be a real secret.' Wufei thought. He quickly pulled his gun out from under the his white coat and shot the man beside him. The man seemed to be in a state of shock before he fell over onto the blood stained floor. Wufei wiped a drop of the mans blood off of his arm and pulled out his walkie-talkie.
"Quatre, come in!" He yelled.
No response.
"Quatre!!! Come in, this is Wufei!!!" He yelled.
Wufei breathed heavily and put the walkie-talkie away. He grunted and took off down the hall in the opposite direction. Finding out what Zechs was up to would have to wait, he had to find Quatre. He passed a few doors but a double door parked "test" caught his eye. Wufei decided to take a peek, maybe it would give him some answers. He grabbed the door knob and pushed it open a crack. The sight he saw before him was none other than Trowa, Heero, and Duo in some sort of tanks with air masks on.
"Hang in there Quatre, I must free the others first." Wufei decided.
He quietly stepped into the room. He took out his sword and got ready to cut a large square in Heero's tank. Suddenly, a piece of cloth with some sort of sleeping drug on it was over Wufei's mouth. The last sound in the room was Wufei's sword hitting the ground with a clang.
Meanwhile Quatre was fighting outside, but they just kept coming. He gripped his right arm firmly to try and stop the bleeding, but he had been shot in other places too, and he knew he wouldn't make it. He fell to his knees and twelve new men from inside came out. There must have been like four entrances and exits.
"It's over kid, give up." One man said, locking his gun's aim on Quatre's head.
"We..can't give..up. I hope you guys are still fighting." Quatre said into his walkie-talkie, even though he knew it had been shot.
Dorthy raced down the hall in excitement. 'Finally.' She thought. 'Finally we have all the gundam pilots. That didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would.' She ran into the test room and was blessed with the sight of all five pilots in tanks.
"Who's the closest to dying?" Milliardo asked one of the doctors that he had hired.
"Well, the second one that was captured and the blond one seem to be in the worst shape, they have been shot in areas where the chance of living is very low, however they seem to be living through this." The doctor told him.
Milliardo nodded and walked over to Heero's tank.
"I think it may be time. With our technology we can take each of their DNA and use it to make one ultra human being."
Just then he could have sworn that he saw Heero's eye open.