Bravest Eyes
Chapter 7: If Anything Should Happen
Kattie
Disclaimed: No, I don't own Gundam Wing. But I do own a cute Sandrock model. ^^ It's super cute but it's head keeps falling off… I hope Quatre's not IN Sandrock at the time. ^^*
Note: Well… I got 50 total reviews within 24 hours of updating… barely. Exactly 50 reviews. That's cutting it close, nee? But Kattie keeps her promises (or at least tries to real hard) so you'll be getting two chapters within the 48 hours after the time 50 reviews needed to be achieved. Here's the first- the second is on its way
Another note: There might be a lot of typos- I'm trying really hard to get this done in time. I had it written in time- but typing was cutting it close.
Dedication: Dedicated to all those who reviewed chapter 6!
At the library
Duo sneezed as he turned the page in the large book full of newspaper articles. As he did, a cloud of dust was blown into Hiiro's face. "… Sorry, Hiiro," He apologized nervously as Hiiro gave him a death glare, "I think I might be allergic to dust."
"Have you found anything?" Trowa asked, plopping into a chair and setting a stack of papers on the table.
"Not a thing!" Duo exclaimed, slamming his newspaper volume closed, causing even more dust to blow into Hiiro's face in the process. "It's like it never happened!"
"Duo," Trowa replied, quietly, staring at the cover of the volume, "Those are newspaper articles from the 1900's. Quatre wasn't even born yet."
Duo's gaze fell upon the cover. "Oh," He grinned sheepishly, "I was wondering why it was talking about the first men on the moon. I thought it must be a typo or something," He laughed at himself in an unsuccessful attempt to try and make the situation better.
"Shh!" The librarian sh-d, pointing to a sign on her desk that read "Quiet Please!".
"Sorry," Duo whispered, picking up the volume of the wrong time period, "I'll just go put this back."
"What are those?" Wufei asked Trowa, referring to the many stacked papers.
"The ransom notes," Trowa explained, flipping through them, "I think there might be some kind of hidden message in them."
Wufei took one of the letters and looked it over. After reading it over, he hadn't noticed anything significant. "Are you sure, Barton?"
Sighing, Trowa replaced the note in his hand with one in the pile. "I'm hoping there is."
Wufei stared at the center of the paper and let the focus of his eyes fade, staring into the space of the letter. Words crossed each other, forming new words. It was like magic eye with sentences. As he read over what the letter was now saying, his face contorted into an even deeper from than the one he had worn moments before.
"Look at it with your eyes unfocused," Wufei explained, "Read what it says."
As Trowa did as he was instructed, an almost invisible hint of horror sparked in his eyes. "Quatre…"
"Get the last letter." Wufei commanded.
Trowa fumbled through the pages and pulled out a note written on grey stationery. He handed it to Wufei.
Wufei let his eyes lose focus as he put his eyes on the center of the paper. As soon as he had read the secret message, he slammed the letter to the table in anger. "It says," he began, "'You haven't seen our true messages hidden in the shadows. It is far too late now. We are growing weary of the same tedious kidnapping every year. It is time it came to an end. This is the last year, and he will die this time.'"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
On the "Lost Hunter"
Darkness. It seemed like there was nothing in the world but the deep ebony shade of space deprived of light. There was not feeling. No warmth or coldness. The world was free from all of this and more. Emotions no longer existed. There was nothing but the darkness.
And then it hit.
Pain consumed the darkness, making them become one of the same. There was now emotion, but the emotion was one of combined negative emotions. Fear, confusion, sadness. The world was once again the normal misery.
A realization swept over. 'I'm alive,' Quatre thought, 'But that's not possible, I drowned. I breathed in the water… I must have died and this is Hell.'
Struggling, Quatre forced his eyes open. The room was completely black except for a few one candles at the far end, revealing a mirror. The mirror reflected Quatre, showing him tied to the chair once again.
So he was alive. It wasn't all that refreshing but rather somewhat of a disappointment. The pain and sad reality had returned with that foolish gift of life. The life of nothingness had returned.
He tried to move his hands and feet, as he had done earlier. This time, however, he couldn't feel them even when attempting this. The pain had numbed them so that it felt they no longer existed. For a second, Quatre question whether they had actually been amputated while he slept, in an utterly disgusting and sadistic way of torture. It would scar forever and could never heal. He pulled violently at his left hand, or what he hoped was his left hand, and was relieved to slightly feel a jerk from the familiar rope.
With that fear gone, Quatre tried to figure out where he was and why he was here. The room was one he had never seen before and alienated from the rest of the ship. It bore a calm nature that tried desperately to conceal the lair's true use as a torture chamber. The only question was, what kind of torture would be used?
"Are you okay, mister?" A young voice asked, speaking from a corner of the room shrouded with shadows.
"Who's there?" Quatre's weak voice asked. With the words out, he began to cough. The liquid that had nearly drowned him earlier sputtered from his lips.
A young girl, maybe seven, leaned over Quatre. "I think you're getting sick. You should see a doctor and get some medicine," She grinned sweetly, "I'm Suki. Don't worry, Ill get ya out of here."
Suki pulled a silver object out of her pocket and folded it into a knife. She disappeared from Quatre's view as she sat on the ground and began sawing at the rope with her miniature blade.
"Who are you, anyway?" The young girl asked, cutting through the rope on his left hand.
"Quatre Raberba Winner," Quatre replied, "Thank you for your help."
"It's us against them," Suki explained, cutting the rope on his other hand, "Besides, I need help getting off o the ship. I want to go back home."
"Where do you live?" Quatre asked, pulling the constricted rope off of his wrists.
"Level Two Colony Cluster." She grinned. "That's where all my friends are."
"We'd better get you back soon them," Quatre smiled back, "Otherwise your friends will worry about you."
Suki cut through the last ropes on his two feet and he stepped onto the floor. Immediately his feet gave way and he fell back to the ground.
"Are you okay?" Suki asked, an alarmed expression bedecking her face.
"I'm fine," Quatre replied. He tried to get back to his feet but the loss of blood had left them numb and useless, "You need to get out of here. Find somewhere to hide until you see an opportunity to escape."
"Are you sure that's a wise idea, my prince?" The man's deep and wicked voice questioned.
"Run." Quatre instructed Suki, looking around for the voice's owner.
Suki did as she was told and bolted for the door. The gust of wind caused by her running past blew out the candle. There was once again pure darkness in the room. Quatre couldn't see anything. He listened to her footsteps and was distressed when they stopped.
"Let go of me!" Suki yelled from across the room.
The room's main light flashed on, forcing Quatre to close his eyes that had grown accustomed to the dark. Soon after, he felt hands seize him and the recognizable rope was once again bound tightly around his wrists and ankles.
"How did she escape her cell?" The man asked, coldly.
Quatre forced his eyes open and looked around the room. The person being questioned by the man was a woman he had never seen before. She had long, jet black hair that hung to her waist, and dark brown eyes.
"I don't know," she replied, watching Quatre nervously, "Maybe she fit through the bars."
The woman Quatre had seen before in the room with the tank was clutching Suki's arm near the doorway. She held her in a strong grasp even as the young girl struggled with all her might. The woman made eye-contact with Quatre for a second, before looking away.
"Why didn't you test that possibility before putting the girl inside?" The man continued, walking towards her with a scowl.
"I didn't think she was thin enough. I didn't mean to, Kei. It won't happen again!" The woman tried to defend herself with her words as she backed away from the enraged man.
A loud smack rang through the room as Kei's palm connected with her cheek. The woman flinched in pain and tears came to her eyes, but she didn't make a sound. She took the strike with silent obedience.
"There wouldn't be a chance of this incident repeating itself at all if we got rid of you," Kei explained, "But since no real damage was done, I'm going to give you another chance."
"Thank you, sir." The woman replied, seemingly automatically.
"Bring me the girl." Kei told the other woman.
She obeyed in silence. As much as Suki fought with her grip, it was all to no avail. This woman knew her job, and it seemed like nothing, not Suki's strength, nor any kind of guilt at hurting a child, would stop her.
"What a lovely young girl," He touched the side of her face with his index finger and grinned, "So smart to escape. But you have a purpose. Now that purpose must be carried out." He slapped her across the face very hard. Even harder than he had slapped the woman.
Suki cried out in pain and fell to the ground. She put a hand to her cheek and looked up at Kei in fear.
"Leave her alone!" Quatre cried. "She hasn't done anything!"
"She tried to help you escape," Kei snapped, "Though it obviously wouldn't have succeeded even if we hadn't noticed she was gone, it was an insubordinate thought. Children must be punished when they don't behave." He kicked her as she lay sprawled across the floor.
She screamed and folded herself up into a small ball. Quatre could barely hear her muffled sobbing.
"Stop it!" Quatre yelled. "Damnit! She's just a child!"
"All the more reason to teach her what happens when orders are disobeyed!" He kicked her three more times and laughed at her pained responses.
"Stop it!" Quatre screamed. He could feel her pain, her fear, her utter confusion. It covered his every thought, mixing with his own anger and sadness for what was happening to the poor child. It was becoming unbearable. His own tears were covering his face, threatening to drown him as the liquid hadn't. "STOP IT! Leave her alone! Stop it! Stop it! DAMNIT! DON'T HURT HER!"
Kei continued kicking her and laughing repeatedly. He grinned over at Quatre with tears from laughter rolling down his cheeks.
"S-stop… stop it…" Quatre' vision became hazy. There seemed to be three of everything, overlapping each other. It was folding into the blackness from whence he had awoken from. The consciousness was leaving.
Quatre closed his eyes tightly and opened them again. It was a perfect blackness. The color of the room had deteriorated completely. "Stop." He said weakly, as he completely lost his conscious thoughts.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
On Level Four Colony Cluster
A young man named Jones Hendrickson looked down at his client's name. "Quatre Rarberba Winner" it read. Mr. Hendrickson was in the field of life insurance. He took care of things when his client's died. Sadly, it seemed there was a good chance of this young man dying.
"Fifteen years old," Jones read, "That's terrible. He's just a kid!"
Sighing, Jones opened up the envelope which contained Quatre's will. His eyes widened as he read the words. This kid was rich! But what was even stranger was that he had left everything he owned to 4 men. Four men of about the same age.
Mr. Hendrickson read part of the will aloud, "To my dearest friends and comrades in arms, I'm very sorry to have left you at a time like this. I hope someday you might forgive me. I wouldn't expect you to now, but when the anger wears off. I love you guys as my closest friends and brothers. You are all very kind and smart. For these reasons, I have left everything I own in your possession with my passing on. Please don't hate me too much…"
Jones smiled sadly, and folded the letter back into the envelope. "Mr. Winner," he said, "I hope I don't need to open this envelope again for a very long time."
End of Chapter
*Gasp* Kattie's done it again. Another cliffhanger! She's just asking to be murdered! Will you forgive the poor, deprived of sleep from writing this, Kattie? She loves you ^.^ looks up with innocent, Quatre-like, eyes Forgive me?
I hope you liked this chapter because I somehow got it written in 24 hours. There will be typos because I haven't edited it at all before posting it. Gomen gomen but that's the way it works.
Please review! Reviews= inspiration= less work on the poor dying muse= more chapters!
Chapter 7: If Anything Should Happen
Kattie
Disclaimed: No, I don't own Gundam Wing. But I do own a cute Sandrock model. ^^ It's super cute but it's head keeps falling off… I hope Quatre's not IN Sandrock at the time. ^^*
Note: Well… I got 50 total reviews within 24 hours of updating… barely. Exactly 50 reviews. That's cutting it close, nee? But Kattie keeps her promises (or at least tries to real hard) so you'll be getting two chapters within the 48 hours after the time 50 reviews needed to be achieved. Here's the first- the second is on its way
Another note: There might be a lot of typos- I'm trying really hard to get this done in time. I had it written in time- but typing was cutting it close.
Dedication: Dedicated to all those who reviewed chapter 6!
At the library
Duo sneezed as he turned the page in the large book full of newspaper articles. As he did, a cloud of dust was blown into Hiiro's face. "… Sorry, Hiiro," He apologized nervously as Hiiro gave him a death glare, "I think I might be allergic to dust."
"Have you found anything?" Trowa asked, plopping into a chair and setting a stack of papers on the table.
"Not a thing!" Duo exclaimed, slamming his newspaper volume closed, causing even more dust to blow into Hiiro's face in the process. "It's like it never happened!"
"Duo," Trowa replied, quietly, staring at the cover of the volume, "Those are newspaper articles from the 1900's. Quatre wasn't even born yet."
Duo's gaze fell upon the cover. "Oh," He grinned sheepishly, "I was wondering why it was talking about the first men on the moon. I thought it must be a typo or something," He laughed at himself in an unsuccessful attempt to try and make the situation better.
"Shh!" The librarian sh-d, pointing to a sign on her desk that read "Quiet Please!".
"Sorry," Duo whispered, picking up the volume of the wrong time period, "I'll just go put this back."
"What are those?" Wufei asked Trowa, referring to the many stacked papers.
"The ransom notes," Trowa explained, flipping through them, "I think there might be some kind of hidden message in them."
Wufei took one of the letters and looked it over. After reading it over, he hadn't noticed anything significant. "Are you sure, Barton?"
Sighing, Trowa replaced the note in his hand with one in the pile. "I'm hoping there is."
Wufei stared at the center of the paper and let the focus of his eyes fade, staring into the space of the letter. Words crossed each other, forming new words. It was like magic eye with sentences. As he read over what the letter was now saying, his face contorted into an even deeper from than the one he had worn moments before.
"Look at it with your eyes unfocused," Wufei explained, "Read what it says."
As Trowa did as he was instructed, an almost invisible hint of horror sparked in his eyes. "Quatre…"
"Get the last letter." Wufei commanded.
Trowa fumbled through the pages and pulled out a note written on grey stationery. He handed it to Wufei.
Wufei let his eyes lose focus as he put his eyes on the center of the paper. As soon as he had read the secret message, he slammed the letter to the table in anger. "It says," he began, "'You haven't seen our true messages hidden in the shadows. It is far too late now. We are growing weary of the same tedious kidnapping every year. It is time it came to an end. This is the last year, and he will die this time.'"
* * * * * * * * * * * *
On the "Lost Hunter"
Darkness. It seemed like there was nothing in the world but the deep ebony shade of space deprived of light. There was not feeling. No warmth or coldness. The world was free from all of this and more. Emotions no longer existed. There was nothing but the darkness.
And then it hit.
Pain consumed the darkness, making them become one of the same. There was now emotion, but the emotion was one of combined negative emotions. Fear, confusion, sadness. The world was once again the normal misery.
A realization swept over. 'I'm alive,' Quatre thought, 'But that's not possible, I drowned. I breathed in the water… I must have died and this is Hell.'
Struggling, Quatre forced his eyes open. The room was completely black except for a few one candles at the far end, revealing a mirror. The mirror reflected Quatre, showing him tied to the chair once again.
So he was alive. It wasn't all that refreshing but rather somewhat of a disappointment. The pain and sad reality had returned with that foolish gift of life. The life of nothingness had returned.
He tried to move his hands and feet, as he had done earlier. This time, however, he couldn't feel them even when attempting this. The pain had numbed them so that it felt they no longer existed. For a second, Quatre question whether they had actually been amputated while he slept, in an utterly disgusting and sadistic way of torture. It would scar forever and could never heal. He pulled violently at his left hand, or what he hoped was his left hand, and was relieved to slightly feel a jerk from the familiar rope.
With that fear gone, Quatre tried to figure out where he was and why he was here. The room was one he had never seen before and alienated from the rest of the ship. It bore a calm nature that tried desperately to conceal the lair's true use as a torture chamber. The only question was, what kind of torture would be used?
"Are you okay, mister?" A young voice asked, speaking from a corner of the room shrouded with shadows.
"Who's there?" Quatre's weak voice asked. With the words out, he began to cough. The liquid that had nearly drowned him earlier sputtered from his lips.
A young girl, maybe seven, leaned over Quatre. "I think you're getting sick. You should see a doctor and get some medicine," She grinned sweetly, "I'm Suki. Don't worry, Ill get ya out of here."
Suki pulled a silver object out of her pocket and folded it into a knife. She disappeared from Quatre's view as she sat on the ground and began sawing at the rope with her miniature blade.
"Who are you, anyway?" The young girl asked, cutting through the rope on his left hand.
"Quatre Raberba Winner," Quatre replied, "Thank you for your help."
"It's us against them," Suki explained, cutting the rope on his other hand, "Besides, I need help getting off o the ship. I want to go back home."
"Where do you live?" Quatre asked, pulling the constricted rope off of his wrists.
"Level Two Colony Cluster." She grinned. "That's where all my friends are."
"We'd better get you back soon them," Quatre smiled back, "Otherwise your friends will worry about you."
Suki cut through the last ropes on his two feet and he stepped onto the floor. Immediately his feet gave way and he fell back to the ground.
"Are you okay?" Suki asked, an alarmed expression bedecking her face.
"I'm fine," Quatre replied. He tried to get back to his feet but the loss of blood had left them numb and useless, "You need to get out of here. Find somewhere to hide until you see an opportunity to escape."
"Are you sure that's a wise idea, my prince?" The man's deep and wicked voice questioned.
"Run." Quatre instructed Suki, looking around for the voice's owner.
Suki did as she was told and bolted for the door. The gust of wind caused by her running past blew out the candle. There was once again pure darkness in the room. Quatre couldn't see anything. He listened to her footsteps and was distressed when they stopped.
"Let go of me!" Suki yelled from across the room.
The room's main light flashed on, forcing Quatre to close his eyes that had grown accustomed to the dark. Soon after, he felt hands seize him and the recognizable rope was once again bound tightly around his wrists and ankles.
"How did she escape her cell?" The man asked, coldly.
Quatre forced his eyes open and looked around the room. The person being questioned by the man was a woman he had never seen before. She had long, jet black hair that hung to her waist, and dark brown eyes.
"I don't know," she replied, watching Quatre nervously, "Maybe she fit through the bars."
The woman Quatre had seen before in the room with the tank was clutching Suki's arm near the doorway. She held her in a strong grasp even as the young girl struggled with all her might. The woman made eye-contact with Quatre for a second, before looking away.
"Why didn't you test that possibility before putting the girl inside?" The man continued, walking towards her with a scowl.
"I didn't think she was thin enough. I didn't mean to, Kei. It won't happen again!" The woman tried to defend herself with her words as she backed away from the enraged man.
A loud smack rang through the room as Kei's palm connected with her cheek. The woman flinched in pain and tears came to her eyes, but she didn't make a sound. She took the strike with silent obedience.
"There wouldn't be a chance of this incident repeating itself at all if we got rid of you," Kei explained, "But since no real damage was done, I'm going to give you another chance."
"Thank you, sir." The woman replied, seemingly automatically.
"Bring me the girl." Kei told the other woman.
She obeyed in silence. As much as Suki fought with her grip, it was all to no avail. This woman knew her job, and it seemed like nothing, not Suki's strength, nor any kind of guilt at hurting a child, would stop her.
"What a lovely young girl," He touched the side of her face with his index finger and grinned, "So smart to escape. But you have a purpose. Now that purpose must be carried out." He slapped her across the face very hard. Even harder than he had slapped the woman.
Suki cried out in pain and fell to the ground. She put a hand to her cheek and looked up at Kei in fear.
"Leave her alone!" Quatre cried. "She hasn't done anything!"
"She tried to help you escape," Kei snapped, "Though it obviously wouldn't have succeeded even if we hadn't noticed she was gone, it was an insubordinate thought. Children must be punished when they don't behave." He kicked her as she lay sprawled across the floor.
She screamed and folded herself up into a small ball. Quatre could barely hear her muffled sobbing.
"Stop it!" Quatre yelled. "Damnit! She's just a child!"
"All the more reason to teach her what happens when orders are disobeyed!" He kicked her three more times and laughed at her pained responses.
"Stop it!" Quatre screamed. He could feel her pain, her fear, her utter confusion. It covered his every thought, mixing with his own anger and sadness for what was happening to the poor child. It was becoming unbearable. His own tears were covering his face, threatening to drown him as the liquid hadn't. "STOP IT! Leave her alone! Stop it! Stop it! DAMNIT! DON'T HURT HER!"
Kei continued kicking her and laughing repeatedly. He grinned over at Quatre with tears from laughter rolling down his cheeks.
"S-stop… stop it…" Quatre' vision became hazy. There seemed to be three of everything, overlapping each other. It was folding into the blackness from whence he had awoken from. The consciousness was leaving.
Quatre closed his eyes tightly and opened them again. It was a perfect blackness. The color of the room had deteriorated completely. "Stop." He said weakly, as he completely lost his conscious thoughts.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
On Level Four Colony Cluster
A young man named Jones Hendrickson looked down at his client's name. "Quatre Rarberba Winner" it read. Mr. Hendrickson was in the field of life insurance. He took care of things when his client's died. Sadly, it seemed there was a good chance of this young man dying.
"Fifteen years old," Jones read, "That's terrible. He's just a kid!"
Sighing, Jones opened up the envelope which contained Quatre's will. His eyes widened as he read the words. This kid was rich! But what was even stranger was that he had left everything he owned to 4 men. Four men of about the same age.
Mr. Hendrickson read part of the will aloud, "To my dearest friends and comrades in arms, I'm very sorry to have left you at a time like this. I hope someday you might forgive me. I wouldn't expect you to now, but when the anger wears off. I love you guys as my closest friends and brothers. You are all very kind and smart. For these reasons, I have left everything I own in your possession with my passing on. Please don't hate me too much…"
Jones smiled sadly, and folded the letter back into the envelope. "Mr. Winner," he said, "I hope I don't need to open this envelope again for a very long time."
End of Chapter
*Gasp* Kattie's done it again. Another cliffhanger! She's just asking to be murdered! Will you forgive the poor, deprived of sleep from writing this, Kattie? She loves you ^.^ looks up with innocent, Quatre-like, eyes Forgive me?
I hope you liked this chapter because I somehow got it written in 24 hours. There will be typos because I haven't edited it at all before posting it. Gomen gomen but that's the way it works.
Please review! Reviews= inspiration= less work on the poor dying muse= more chapters!