Chapter 2

When I awoke I was in a panic, my arms and legs were tied to the four corners of an unfamiliar bed, and I lay exposed.

            "I'm going to kill someone!" I screamed fighting to break my bindings.

            Duo peeked in; "Quatre, you're awake!" he smiled.

            I started to grind my teeth with frustration, and I looked away from him angrily.

            "We're sorry Quatre, but you know Heero and his missions, 'mission accepted!'" Duo imitated the monotone voice of Heero, "You're that mission!"

            I began another series of struggles this time with so much force that the ropes cut through my skin and instead of crying out I stopped and glared at Duo.

            "I'll go get Heero," he said leaving the room worried.

            I struggled again this time trying to rip the flesh even more so I'd hit a vain or a main artery, I couldn't live with this sort of embarrassment and I bit my lip, causing blood to flow from it too.

            Heero entered the room, "What do you think you're doing?"

            I didn't answer; I only fought more before he came any closer, still trying to find away to die.

            Heero began to cut my bindings, and I reacted to this by punching him, "What's happened to you Quatre?" he asked holding his jaw.

            As I stood up I toppled over, we were on a ship, I began to vomit from my immediately sea sickness, I was on all fours and heaving, "How DARE you!?!" I screamed, and vomited more.

            "You brought it all on yourself Quatre-"

            "It's not my fault...you all created me like this," I managed to whisper between gasps and chokes.

            "You stay here, you most likely want your clothes-'

            "I want out of here!" I screamed, shaking and unable to move.

            "Quatre, we're your friends..." Trowa said coming in with a towel.

            "I don't have friends," I replied and puked again.

            Trowa handed me a towel and was about to lay his hand on my back when I growled at him," Don't touch me!" I cried, my lips began to quiver, and just before a few tears began to develop a sudden convulsion hit my body and I began another series of vomits.

            Heero came back in with some clothes and a plate of medication, and a small glass of water, "This will calm your stomach," he said laying everything on the bed, "There's no way of escaping from here, we have no communication devices and the closest island is 5000 miles away, we'll be here for as long as it takes to cure you."

            "I'll drowned myself then.." I muttered.

            "No you wont," Trowa said shocked.

            "Wanna bet?" I glared at him.

            Heero pulled Trowa's arm, indicating that thy should leave the room, "Come out when you're dressed, well be outside waiting."

            "I will not come out, you will pull me out dead," I answered.

            They both looked at each other worried, then left the room.

            I was alone; finally, I could collect my thoughts. Covering the vomit with the towel I crawled over to the bed and took the medication then went on to put on my clothes, a black pair of pants and a crimson red t-shirt, those were my colors of choice now, my wardrobe consisted of only those colors, darkness was what I dwelled in, and I was hand in hand with pain.

            I stared down at my hand now, the one I had taken so much time to stab with needles what bandaged, I sat on the bed lulled by the movement of the ship, and instead of leaving the room I lay down on my stomach and drifted off to sleep.

~*~

            It was dark, when I was startled and awaken.

            "Is he still alive?" I heard Trowa whisper.

            I slowly opened my eyes and stared up angrily at my capturers, then realized Heero's hand lay on my shoulder, I quickly rose to my feet, "Don't touch me!" I yelled.

            Heero stood up confused.

            Then a sudden wave crashed into the ship and I was thrown on the floor.

             Trowa reached to help me up and I looked at him angrily.

            "I don't need anyone's help," I said forcing myself up, only briefly because the ship shook again and threw me into a dresser the crashed snapped one of my bones in my arm and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

            "Are you ok?" Heero asked.

            I looked at him and nodded.

            "What about your arm? I thought I heard a crack." Trowa asked concerned

            "No that was just the dresser or something," I lied, the pain actually felt good as I lifted my arm up and flexed it, the bone grinded and cracked again, this made me smile.

            Heero looked at me worried, then took my arm, and before I could cry out in protest he set the bone straight and I screamed in agony, then fell to the floor in pain," I hate you!" I screamed at him and cradled my arm.

            "I'll get some bandages and tend to it.." Heero said leaving the room.

            "I don't need bandages, I need to get out of here!" I kicked and screamed on the floor.

            Trowa just watched, a look of disbelief on his face, "Quatre, we don't want to hurt you, we want to help you."

            "I needed your help a long time back, where were you then?" I asked, fighting the tears that started to flow.

            Trowa couldn't answer.

            "I don't need your help, and even if I did I wouldn't ask for your help, or any of the people I once knew."

            "What happened Quatre?" He asked.

            I didn't answer I only banged my broke arm against the ground, making sure I felt the pain.

            Trowa watched in utter disbelief.

            When Heero entered the room he ran to my side and stopped me, he picked me off of the floor and tossed me onto the bed, my arm was now black and blue, and where it was broken it was now bleeding, the bone started to penetrate the skin.

            "Why do you keep hurting yourself!?!" Heero screamed at me and slapped me, then moved down to my broken arm, and snapped it again into place.

            I screamed and struggled, but Trowa held me down.

            Heero grabbed a needle and tread and began to sew the cut together that the bone had made, I began screaming as I watch, the pain ran through me, my chest burned and blood spurted across both mine and Heero's face.

            "Let me go..." I mumbled and began to sob.

            "We can't until you're better," Heero replied.

            For a moment I looked into his eyes, and realized he was no longer the same Heero that I had known before, he was showing emotions and as he sewed up my wound he also cried, tears came from his eyes and they seemed as natural as any other human beings tears, but the pain built up in my body and my heard spun, causing me to pass out.