Wanders: Il Caduto Dimenticato
By Eve
"So impressed with all you do
Tried so hard to be like you
Flew too high and burnt the wing
Lost my faith in everything."
- Nine Inch Nails
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Part Six A: Tainted Love
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[You did the right thing. You should be proud of yourself. Thomas will be happy and you and him can finally live the life you want to. Free of the past and free of the weak idiots of the Earth. The colonies will finally have their revenge.]
But what about Duo, she wanted to whimper. What about the life they had made together and the bond that they shared?
[It was nothing but a great fuck. You do understand that you used Duo and that his heart was never really yours to being with.]
"No," she whispered, her hands flying to her forehead. "I don't... I won't..."
[You have no damn clue girly. Look at the file you pulled Schibecker or whatever her name is. That's the part of his life he never wanted to talk about. She's one of them.]
Lana's eyes widened. "Oh my..."
[You see, it's not that hard. Everything is laid out right before you. You can get this done and then leave. The battle will be in our favor and there's nothing they can do about it.]
"But then what do I do? I'm risking everything," she mummered, eyes unconsciously looking over the file. "I could die."
[Yes, you understood that concept once you entered the game. Remember? Or do I have to make you remember?']
"No," she croaked. Thank god here was no one near the vicinity. She was going fucking crazy.
[Just look at the damn file. Just look at the damn file, it's all you have to do.]
Hilde Schibecker, it read. Impeccable fascination with the concept of death and dying.
[She's the one.]
"I know."
[Then challenge her, make her miserable.]
"But..."
[Make her suffer.]
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There are two different ways to drive a man insane.
One being locking him in a secluded room with no windows until he cracks and the other being have the closest person to him betray him or at least tell him that they did.
He was seeing red now.
"You're lying," he whispered, fist clenching at what the doctor just told him. He turned to Hilde, who's expression was completely blank.
"Tell me she's lying."
Silence was about all that greeted him, the doctor fidgeting and Hilde not moving. He grabbed her by the arms, eyes blazing.
"Tell me damn it that this is some kind of sick and fucking twisted joke. Lana wouldn't even hurt a fly."
Blank expression and silence was about all he was going to get from Hilde, he realized.
"Mr. Maxwell-"
He ripped himself off of Hilde's arms, slamming his hands on the table. "Damn it! I want a strait-"
"Mr. Maxwell, I have no control over things like this. You're going to have to calm down or else we'll sedate you and you'll never know what happened to Ms. Emanuel."
Duo lifted his hand and prepared to slap the doctor, his anger getting the best of him. Expecting a resounding crack, but he was suddenly stopped by a searing pain in his wrist. His eyes widened when he saw one pale ivory hand wrapped around and squeezing like there was no tomorrow. Slowly, his eyes traveled up. White skin of an arm, lavender silk shirt, scar right cheek, and bright blue eyes, which belonged to a very angry Hilde Schibecker.
"Don't ever let me catch you doing what you were about to do. You don't do that to anyone here."
Her eyes were on fire, challenging him to fight her if he dared. There was something else lying in her gaze too and the good doctor seemed to urge him silently to back off.
But him being the stupid son-of-a-bitch he was, he didn't.
"What are you going to do?" His voice was taunting her now. "Hit me?"
She slammed him against the wall. He could see it in her eyes, that presence demanding release. He could see that she was fighting it with her life.
"Don't make me do anything I'm going to regret. I'm tired, Duo. I'm tired of all you guys coming and staring at us like we had a choice in this matter. I'm tired of explaining myself to people. I'm tired of the past. But most of all, Duo... You know what?"
Her grip tightened on his shirt.
"I'm waiting for an answer."
And his answer came out, barely a whisper. He saw that he was trembling, no control of his body.
"What?"
Hilde's eyes were sparkling with a deadliness that he had once seen when he had first met her.
"Are you scared, Duo? Are you scared of lil' ol' me? I thought you were only scared of me when I PMS."
He was beginning to understand...
"I'm tired of you thinking that you're the only one who suffers."
Her eyes returned to normal and he could see a faint teardrop roll down her cheek.
"You're surround by people who have seen it all. Have a little respect."
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Drip…
A little to the right.
Drip...
Five steps forward and to the left.
Drip...
Almost there...
"Got it!"
Catherine heard a slight chuckle and she shot a look to an amused Trowa and was about to say something incredibly nasty in Russian but the shrill ring of her phone stopped her.
"Bloom."
She heard sobbing on the other line and her brow furrowed as she grabbed the manila envelope that had been hidden in the cave.
"Hello? Who is this?"
The sobbing grew harder and frantic. Her phone was a private line and only a select few had this number...
"Ca-t?"
Oh my god...
"Hil," her voice came out as a whisper. She motioned for Trowa to start walking back towards the boat.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
The sobbing stopped and there was a quiet sigh. "I'm starting, Cat. It's starting to happen to me too. I'm losing focus. I don't what to do. I can't go through this again."
She stopped, sitting down on one of the broken boulders near the entrance to the mining cave.
"Hil, you need to calm down and tell me what's going on."
"There was a leak," she began, breathing hard.
Catherine closed her eyes, gripping her cell phone harder. "And?"
"It was- It was- Lana Emanuel, Duo's girlfriend was, is a double agent. He's flipping out and almost hit Doc."
There was a sharp intake of breath on her part. Hitting Doc or even raising a hand towards the woman that was known as their mother was basically breaking a code of honor.
"Did you?"
"I almost turned, Kit. I almost turned but it was like I was turning for a slight purpose. There were memories and then there were none. I could have killed him, if my subconscious didn't continue to fight. It's almost like two polar opposites being put together, I'm going to burst soon."
She stood up slowly, restarting her walk to the boat. "You've got to just let go," she said in a quiet voice. She didn't care how defeated she sounded.
"Stop, Cat? Since when are you the goddamn advocate of giving up? What do you know now?"
Pushing a strand of hair out of her face, she answered carefully. "No one deserves to go through the process. Please promise me, if you have to then just let go. Death be large or small, expectance is of greater value."
And she hung up her phone with her eyes shut tightly. Doc had called nearly three hours ago letting her know that she'd have to go to Paris and that everything would be explained to her by Dorothy.
A leak?
This wasn't good. There had to be something going on in Paci, plus with the recent leadership of the council...
There were a million reasons to pick from, but there was one that was sticking out from them all.
She could think of one.
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"It's like I'm suffocating. Almost as if Sandrock's piloting door is open and water is rushing in. That's how it feels, these emotions are nearly killing me. I have never felt so much sadness and yet I have never felt so much anger."
*pause*
"And there's something else, lying there. I don't understand any of this, Heero. And I honestly think that we shouldn't be here."
Heero said nothing, eyes closed and he seemed to be in deep thought. Quatre continued, not really paying any attention to the fact that he had begun rambling.
"This fight is something that we shouldn't be involved in. We can't do this, we shouldn't do this..."
Heero's eyes snapped open and he motioned for Quatre to quiet down, seeing both Dorothy and Relena approaching their table. Relena motioned for him to get up.
"We have to go," she said softly. She began to look older somehow. He narrowed his eyes something must have happened.
He stood up and followed behind her. Relena turned to Dorothy and nodded as she walked past her.
She turned to him as they re-entered the cab, blue eyes taking on a darker, more dangerous look.
"Everything starts now."
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"Get up."
He tried to push himself into some sort of mangled sitting position, but failed to do so. The damn bastards of Paci had just beat half to death and basically just left him to die. There was nothing he could do but just lay on the cold cement floor, hoping for someone to just finish the goddamn job.
Death was so much better than being a prisoner of war.
His violet eyes sparkled with mirth as a strand of fiery red hair fell to his face. He didn't dare to look up, might as well piss the guy off some more.
"Why should I? You're just going to jerk off some more on beating me half to death."
He watched with an inward grin as the soldier started to lift his leg.
"Those were not my orders," a deep Irish voice boomed from the front door. His eyes widened.
That voice, he thought. He knew that voice.
"But sir!"
"I said stand down."
The door opened wider and he caught a glimpse of the man. Long ebony hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, wisps of hair framing his face. Emerald green eyes pierced him still reminding him of a lion picking his prey. It had been so long...
"Micah..."
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Relena jumped up with a gasp, eyes searching wildly around. Her hand was griping her armrest so tightly, that her hand was almost completely white.
Thud...
"Relena?"
Thud...
Her hand reached for her silver cross.
Thud…
"Micah..."
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*ducks flying objects from readers*
I know, I know, but I had to cut it short for the reason being part six is divided into three parts. And still have the need to drive everyone crazy in the story since school started.
*points upwards*
Let me tell you something, this is about to get really interesting because in case you didn't notice or haven't realized yet I just revealed something very, very important to the story.
*grins*
Anyways, it's time for business. First off, if you haven't read any of Lemon Goddess' reviews do it. I'm going to declare a review war on her because to my knowledge, she keeps review my story, which she has never under any circumstances read, Wanders. So as a formal declaration, I, Eve, declare review war on her.
Second piece of business, I don't know if posting will be as quick as usual with school. I continue trying, but it might be just weekends.
Now the *real* fun.
Dedication: Once again this goes out to angelic1090 for being such a sweetie-pie. I'm going to adopt her as my oneesan if she doesn't stop being so sweet. . Also goes out to griffin72 whose review was another darling. THANK YOU!
Disclaimer: *sticks tongue out at lawyers* Stop harassing me, I'll do it. GW doesn't belong to me. Happy?