Authors note: Well, this is the final chapter (before the epilogue) and it's been re-written, as, quite frankly, the other one was appalling. So, I hope this has been improved a great deal, if not, don't blame me, it's not my fault. Well ok it probably is and technically speaking it's my brain that came up with this so…oh what the hell, just read.
"Duo, Duo wake up."
"Umm," Even though I was nearly asleep I recognised the voice, Quatre's.
"Duo…"
Turning over I mumbled, "Shove off blondie, it's too early for a chat, and I'm too tired to be civilised."
"Duo, it's nearly eleven o'clock."
"Exactly," I said, not even opening my eyes to look, "Waaaaay to early."
"Duo, get up!!!" I was startled enough to open one eye, the tone in Quatre's voice had been, well, tight, almost as though he was trying to control anger. When I did open both eyes, it was to see Quatre standing over me, holding what looked suspiciously like a pot of cold water.
"I'm up, I'm up!" I gasped, before the icy liquid could touch me.
"Good." He set the pot down on the bedside table before walking over to the window and drawing the shutters closed.
"What did you do that for blondie?"
He smiled, it wasn't a particularly nice smile, the kind of smile a crocodile would give its dinner. "I didn't want anyone seeing in, after all, you are only on the second floor."
Huh? My brain, not being up to its usual standard, didn't quite catch on to what was happening. (And yes I know a few of you will say "what brain?" but I do actually have one, it's usually quite good, just then however, it wasn't being good.)
"Well, so what, I mean I'm dressed and everything…"
My voice trailed off to a squeak as Quatre pulled a gun out from his pocket. "What the hell, are you doing blondie?" I cried enraged, and here I was, thinking he was a good guy.
His eyes had turned cold, hard as blue diamonds. "Wishing you goodbye Maxwell, you've done a splendid job, but now, you appear to have run out of usefulness."
"Damn you!" I spat angrily, "What the hell are you talking
about?" Damn he's gonna kill me, with my own gun as well, damn, damn, DAMN!!
"I'm talking about how you helped me gain sympathy from the secret service, how you destroyed my main enemy, and oh! Let's not forget how you helped me get rid of Yuy."
"You…you shot Heero?" I asked, anger nearly wiping out any other emotions I had.
"Of course, he couldn't be around while you went down into Treize's lair, could he now? (And you did do such a wonderful job of distracting him while I crept into the record house.) He'd have only gotten in the way, stopped you from destroying everything, would have claimed you needed evidence for later." He sneered slightly, face contorting. "See, I knew how you would react, I've been studying you for a long time now Duo Maxwell, I know every secret about you, know how you react to different things, I even know about you and Heero. You made such a charming couple, pity I have to split you up."
"So, Heero's not dead?" I asked, hope sparking in my chest, maybe Heero would be able to escape…maybe we would all…
"Don't even think about trying to save him now, bargaining or something for his life, it won't get you anywhere." He seemed to be able to read my thoughts, for a wild moment I thought he could, but that was impossible…right?
"Look," I said as reasonably as possible, "Why do you want to kill us, I mean we don't really know anything, if you hadn't said anything just now, we wouldn't have even considered you guilty."
"You would have…eventually. It wouldn't have taken a couple if smart guy's like you long to put two and two together."
"What?"
He sneered again, "Better do your research more thoroughly Maxwell, everybody knows Treize and I are the two biggest competitors in business industry."
"So, all that stuff about the implants wasn't real?"
"Oh it was real all right, and Treize knew it. He also wanted those implants, like I told you, and like you guessed, to control world leaders. I however allowed myself to be kidnapped by Treize, thus enlisting the secret services' help (albeit with them unwittingly co-operating with my plan) to get rid of my main enemy."
"But, apart from killing Treize, why go to such extreme measures, I mean…just to kill him? A bit extreme when you could have just used a hit man."
He laughed at that, a dark, sinister laugh, one that send shivers of icy fear running down my back, as though someone had poured cold water down there, but I kept the fear in check, never let your enemy see your fear was one of the first rules we learnt in training.
"Ah silly Duo, even now, you haven't got the whole gist of things have you? Even after all those hints, it's almost a pity to have to kill you, but there we go. Mind you since I'm killing you, I might as well tell you all of it, share my brilliance as it were, because it won't matter, you'll be dead soon."
I gulped, hopefully not too visibly, and pulled the bed sheet closer for comfort.
"It all began when my father died, like I told you, I got sick of war and racism, I believed I could change how people saw one another, so I created the implant. When Treize heard about it, he began to offer me bribes to give the blueprints to him, however, I was not stupid, he too wanted them for the exact same reason as me. We both wanted to control the world leaders."
"So, you wanted to control the leaders as well?" I asked, blinking slightly at this sudden revelation. "What, to rule the world?"
"Partly," He confessed, "But also because I wanted to give this chip to everybody, the strong controlling the weak, predators ruling prey. That's how the world should be."
I shivered at the image, if Quatre succeeded; the world wouldn't last very long.
"Anyway, then Treize became frustrated, he often dabbled in illegal dealings, so he kidnapped me, that's where my plan began running smoothly, in one stroke, I would rid myself of Treize and look less suspicious to the secret service, in fact I would have created sympathy for myself." He grinned, "And the rest you pretty much know, after I kill you, I will go to the president and implant my chip in him, then I will be in control."
"Uh huh," I said nodding, "Control this!" And in one swift movement I leapt out of the bed and slammed into Quatre who had been standing at the side of it.
The gun went flying, smashing into a lamp and knocking it over, but I was oblivious to that, I was to busy holding onto Quatre, desperately trying not to let him get up. Suddenly I felt a tug on my right arm, and I was swung onto my back, then it was Quatre holding me, trying to choke me. Desperately I reached up and punched the muscles on his upper arm, forcing it into shock so he let go. Until now we had been struggling in silence, but Quatre screamed as his muscle went into a painful spasm.
Panting slightly he backed away allowing me enough time to get to my feet then as I stood he ran at me. No time for fancy moves so I turned to the side, twisting him over my hip so he landed with a crash.
Darting to the broken lamp, I picked up the gun, feeling my eyes harden as I turned to look at the evil monster in front of me. "Your time is up Winner, just give in and I'll see you get slight leniency on your prison sentence."
"No!" he screamed, "Your time is up before mine will be!" And he drew another gun from his pocket. Damn, so that's where my other one went, how did he FIND these?
I didn't have much time to ponder this however as I saw him pull the trigger. My gymnastics came into play, allowing me to drop the gun and vault to the overhead beam on the ceiling, to this day I thank god the beam was there, if it hadn't been…well, I'm glad it was.
Swinging as though I was on the parallel bars I felt a bullet whistle by my head, letting go suddenly I cannonballed into Quatre, knocking him, once more to the ground.
I wasn't going to let him get up this time.
Grabbing one of the guns off of the floor (they both looked similar so I couldn't tell which was which) I aimed at Quatre again, this time, as he swung round and grabbed the other gun I didn't hesitate. I fired.
I didn't miss.
Quatre's eyes seemed to widen in horror as he stared at the small round hole in his light pink short. "NO!" He shrieked, "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!!"
I looked at him out of cool eyes, inside I was shaking, "I just did Quatre, so long buddy, I'll see you in hell."
He stared at me, the expression in his eyes bordering on wonder as he slowly dropped to the floor.
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"So how's your day been Heero?"
He looked at me out of those deep blue eyes that seemed to ask a million questions. "What happened?"
"Oh nothing much, I killed him."
"What Treize?"
"Yeah, and Quatre…"
"Say WHAT!!!"
"It was unbelievable Heero, there I was, lying in bed, fast asleep and suddenly…" And so on.
Heero was a bit, to say the least, pissed that he had missed "the good part" as he put it, although I think if he had been there, he would have been as scared as me. Yes boys and girls, the secret agent was scared.
Goes to show really, whatever we are on the outside, we're all human within.
Not much to being human really…
Authors note: Well, much better (I hope) maybe this'll be more interesting now. Oh yeah, if you want a sequel, review or e-mail yadda yadda yadda. (Only Epilogue left.)