YAY! Fanfiction.net is up and running again! I can start to add more chapters again! Woohoo! Anyway, here is the next chapter. I just read over my previous one and just noticed how stupid it was. Oh well…
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing.
Warnings: Yaoi/shounen ai 1x2 OOCness yadayadayada
"…" said stuff '…' thoughts
On wid da show!
Wind Blown Destinies-Chapter Eight
By: Deathwing, the jolly sailor
Duo winced as the whip's taunting leather cord bit into his back once more. The weapon's lethal crack echoed in the dank dungeon cell. A trickle of warm, red , blood trickled down the young prince's chin from biting his lip. His back burned with fresh cuts.
"Hurts, doesn't it, Sir Detrice? Or should I say Prince Duo of Lethian," Relena hissed, fingering the whip evilly. Duo's eyes widened.
"Oh don't worry, my personal spies told me much more. I know all about you. You're trying to kill Heero, aren't you? And I suppose YOU think that the easiest way is through seduction, hmmm? Well…I'm afraid I won't let that happen!" Relena lashed out again, laughing scornfully and adding another bright red wound to Duo's already abused flesh.
He clenched his teeth and cursed the devil woman under his breath. Is this how she knew Heero's every move? Every second's location and action? Spies? Minions? The thought of Heero never having and privacy brought anger to the brown haired youth and he struggled against his bonds tying him down to the floor. He had let himself be caught off guard and captured, brought to torture by the hands of this evil bitch. The whip bit down again.
"What do you want?" Duo muttered sourly. He didn't need her to free him. He had the stealth, he would escape by the time night fell.
"Oh nothing from you. I just want you to stay away from my fiancé, got it?" Relena snapped.
'F-fiancé?' Duo thought frantically, Heero never mentioned anything about marrying her but then again…why would she be here if she wasn't going to…?
"He never told you did he?" she asked, reading Duo like a book, "Well, I'm not surprised, he never liked you anyway."
Duo sneered. "What would you know?!"
"He told me of course. He loves me dearly, can't you tell?"
"Y-you're lying!" Duo cried, quivering with rage.
"Believe what you like but I must get going now," she kicked the young teen into the corner, "Make yourself comfortable because you will be staying here for quite a while."
"It's a mistake to let me live, Relena," Duo growled, starting to his feet, already half through ridding himself of the ropes that bound him, "because now, I will kill you. Don't fall asleep at night because I will be watching." He laughed menacingly and the eerie sound echoed down the corridors.
"Stupid boy," Relena muttered as she locked the heavy metal door and strode back towards her chambers.
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Duo looked around his prison. It was quite dark despite the thin shaft of sunlight coming through a narrow window and unpleasantly sticky. His eyes traveled to the door and examined it. Hmmm. Simple enough. Keyhole on the outside, no problem. No one but himself knew that the Prince of Lethian knew how to pick locks. How else had he slipped into the kitchen every night anyway? The cook always made sure to lock it. Duo smiled craftily as he spotted a scythe snuggled in the opposite corner untarnished by the dust of time. Standing up, he ignored the sharp pains in his back and made his way over to the familiar weapon. Grasping the handle, he felt an old wave of familiarity wash over him. "Well, well, my pretty, what are you doing in this crappy excuse for a cell?" Duo took a few trial swings and nodded approvingly.
"Not as good as my own but it'll do." Duo then walked over to the heavy metal door. There was no keyhole on the inside where he was but there was a barred window. Taking a pin out of his disheveled braid, he reached out the bars as far as he could, groaning and breaking out into a sweat. He stretched to his limit and clenched his teeth in frustration.
"Just a little further…come on…forward just a bit…AHA!" The tip of the pin touched the keyhole and Duo strained to shove it in, maneuvering it skillfully until it gave a satisfying click. He dropped the pin and collapsed to the floor, massaging his sore arm. "Ow…" Duo turned around and pushed the door open a crack, gripping the scythe nervously and wincing at the horrible creaking sound .
"Shut up," he hissed at the offending door and pushed it out further. It creaked again. Loudly. Duo froze, listening for footsteps. Minutes passed by but nothing came. He sighed with relief and kicked the door wide open.
A half-sleeping guard stared straight at him and was about to shout something when he found that his head had been inconveniently detached from the rest of his body. Duo grinned icily and wiped the bloodied blade on the guard's clothes.
He moved like a shadow, silent and stealthy, making his way swiftly to the first window he could find. Looking out, he estimated to be approximately ten or twelve feet above the ground. Nothing deadly. Duo gracefully leapt out the opening and landed on all fours like a cat, unscathed and unseen. Standing up, he listened intently for guards and, hearing none, took off toward the village, scythe still in hand. He would stick around, until Heero came back anyway, and then, he would exact his revenge. Relena was going to die, painfully and slowly until she begged for him to kill her.
"I'll be back, Relena," Duo swore as he ran, "and next time, I'll make you wish you had never heard the name Duo Maxwell!"
TBC…
So, did you like it? The ending was corny wasn't it? Whatever, just review it. Drat…it was short again. **begs for forgiveness** I'm SORRY!!!!!!!! I TRIED!!!!! I REALLY DID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!