The first thing that occurred to Trin when she opened her eyes, was the
painful feeling of discomfort. She groaned softly and struggled to sit up,
realizing that she was lying on her side on a cold floor. She guessed they
must have knocked her out so she wouldn't memorize the way to where she was
now held. Also realizing she was still in handcuffs, she muttered curses
under her breath as she rotated her shoulders leisurely, trying to wake up
her stiff body. She surveyed the room slowly.
It was cold, and the walls were covered with droplets of precipitation. There was no windows, therefore no light. The walls were plain stone, as was the floor. The front wall of the room was made up of thick steel bars, only about half an inch apart.
Acire was taken to a separate cell, not even on that same floor, as far as Trin knew and she was worried about her friend. She was near hysterics, last time she saw her. Trin knew that she couldn't defend herself either, and she feared the guards would try to rape her. The man did say that he was finished with them, so theoretically there was nothing stopping them.
"Trin"
She jumped and turned around, startled, to see Heero hunched in a corner of the cell.
"Heero," her breath caught in her throat "What are you doing here?"
Heero didn't answer, but she didn't need him to. She understood they had tried to rescue them and got captured. She bit her lip as she looked over his battered body, noting all his injuries and his shallow breathing. He was in handcuffs as well, and by the fact that he hadn't ripped them, she guessed they were strong.
Trin's mind wandered to how in movies the heroine always pulls out a hairclip and picks the lock, when it hit her. She pulled her right leg as close to her as she could and turning halfway around, reached down. With some difficulty, she pulled up her jean leg and after a few more seconds, her fingers curled around something and she wrenched it free. The object left a bloody cut on her leg, but she ignored in, and smiled in satisfaction at the blade in her hand.
"Can you use this to pick the handcuffs?" she asked as she turned to Heero.
He studied the blade for a moment, than nodded.
"Come closer to me"
Trin opened her mouth to protest, but remembering his injuries, decided against it. Painfully slowly, she began moving across the floor toward him.
"Hurry up." he said in his monotone soldier's voice. "We probably don't have much time."
"I'd watch it if I were you. You need me and my blade to get your handcuffs off, remember?" she smirked as she continued to edge toward him.
Heero muttered something under his breath in Japanese and her smirk grew wider. She was willing to bet that at least one of those things was 'omae o korosu'.
Trin was moving so slowly that it frustrated her possibly more than it did Heero. Tired of it, she stopped and skillfully pulled her legs through the circle her arms made, resulting in her arms no longer hooked behind her back. With satisfaction, she continued forward. When she was inches away from him, her wrist suddenly buckled under her and she fell forward, landing on Heero. The impact of her body against his, caused him to fall backwards. Trin blushed a crimson red in the darkness, as Heero cursed left and right in both English and Japanese. She mumbled a quick apology and struggled to get off of him. Heero attempted the same, but both of them being handcuffed, this was no easy task.
Involuntarily, Trin looked up and into his blue eyes. Her body froze, as did his. She felt her heartbeat quicken and her lips parted, allowing more air into her seemingly tighter-than-normal, chest. This was the third time they were this close, and she wondered if he was going to kiss her. She knew she shouldn't think like that, she should pull away; but she couldn't. Something in his eyes always kept her looking into them, no matter how hard she tried to look away. Something didn't feel right however, something bothered her. Suddenly a thought hit her and before she could do anything, the question slipped out,
"Heero, do I remind you of Relena?"
The few seconds that he took to answer were like agonizing hours to her. If she did remind him of Relena, then it meant he still hadn't let go. It also meant that whatever they had, was close to nothing. She licked her dry lips as she waited for him to answer. Hoping and praying that he would.
"In a way" Heero finally replied.
She blinked and tried to swallow the ball that had formed in her throat as her mind registered what he had said. So that was it. What she had somehow hoped for, but also something she prayed wasn't true. She had always knew it was best to stay single and not get too close to anyone. But it was too late now, without realizing it she had fallen in love with Heero, but he was only holding onto the memory of who she was now sure was his girlfriend.
A long adopted glaze covered her eyes, keeping what she was feeling to herself, and she pulled back.
"Here" she said coolly as she handed him the blade.
Heero took it silently; unaware of the sudden change in her, unaware of how quickly she withdrew.
In a matter of seconds his handcuffs were off and in a few more seconds, so were hers. She massaged her raw wrists and stood. Heero's eyes narrowed as he noticed the fresh bandages on her arm and neck.
"What is this?" he asked as he touched one of the bandages.
"Nothing" she answered, pulling away rather quickly.
"Hn" Heero did not seem satisfied with the answer; he swiftly grabbed her elbow unwrapped one of the bandages to reveal that a small square of skin was missing on her arm.
Trin glared at him and pulled away, angrily wrapping the bandage back into its place.
"I wonder what they need my skin for" she mumbled.
"DNA, probably" Heero answered simply as he walked toward the front of the room.
'DNA…' Trin thought, 'What are they-?'
A metal click sounded through the room and she turned around just in time to see Heero open the door. He tossed her the blade and carefully peered into the hallway.
"No guards as far as visibility ranges" he said over his shoulder as Trin approached him.
"Confident we won't escape, are they?" she sneered.
"Hn"
Staying a few steps behind, Trin followed Heero down the hall; ready to defend herself against any attack, at any moment.
* * *
Duo was awoken to the sound of sobbing. He struggled to open his eyes, now aware of the dull pain in his head. Once his eyelids opened, his vision focused on a pale face of a girl leaning over him. Her features seemingly brightened upon seeing his eyes open and as he sat up, she threw her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder.
"I really thought they killed you, Duo" she sobbed as she hugged him.
Duo put his arms around her clumsily, confusion still clouding his brain.
"Um, Acire, what happened?" he asked after a few moments and gave her a puzzled grin.
Acire pulled away from him slightly and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"All I know is me and Trin were taken out of the lab when someone hit me on the head and I blacked out, then woke up here with you on the floor" she choked back a sob "I thought I lost you"
Taken aback, Duo had remained silent for a little while, but then grinned.
"It'll take more than that to kill the Shinigami" he said as he pulled her closer to him.
Acire laughed quietly as fresh tears fell down her cheeks.
"You'll never lose me" Duo murmured reassuringly, "I love you"
The girl froze and pulled away from him, looking up into his soft cobalt eyes; searching for any sign of insincerity or trickery. Her lips broke into a smile, as she found none.
"I love you too," she whispered as she leaned closer to him, until their lips met.
They didn't know for how long they were engrossed in the kiss, but abruptly they were interrupted by a rasping chuckle.
"Aw, isn't that sweet" a voice mocked, "Get 'er"
Suddenly they were torn apart, strong hands holding both of them. Acire was grabbed by the shoulders and roughly dragged out of the cell, as three more men held Duo back. She cried out desperately and fought, somehow managing to break out of the grasp. Angered, the man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back. She fell, her head hitting the floor with a crack.
"Acire!" Duo cried out hoarsely. He fought his captors desperately, but they were too strong, he was too tired, and the handcuffs on his wrists were cutting down on his movement.
He was thrown into a corner of the cell as the men turned and left. He subsided, tears forming in his eyes.
"No.." he whispered, then cried out in agony on top of his lungs, "No!"
No one heard.
* * *
Shane crept down the dark hallway silently. He had managed to break out of his cell fairly easy; he still had the keys after all. A smirk stretched across his lips. 'He's not as smart at he thinks he is'. He dropped a bloody knife as he continued to walk. The guards were no problem either.
He froze silently as a sound reached Shane's ears. A voice, barely audible, but he heard it. His heart beat faster; he would recognize that voice anywhere. Looking around, he spotted a door slightly adrift and ducked inside. The small room was empty. Perfect.
Soft catlike footsteps reached the door and continued down the hall. A second set of footsteps approached and he positioned himself beside the door. Just as the person had passed, he swung open the door, swiftly yet still so quietly. His arms locked around the silhouette in front of him and he dragged the person inside.
Shane's one hand immediately clasped the person's mouth and the other found its way under the shirt.
"Hello Trinity"
* * *
Acire's eyes opened, but she saw nothing apart from darkness. Her joins cramped of discomfort and sweat ran down her face. Attempting to stretch, she raised her arms, but as soon as she did, they hit a barricade. She shrugged and bent her feet, her knees immediately hitting against something. Beginning to panic, she raised her hands slightly, and felt her surroundings. The ceiling was only a few inches above her face and breathing heavily, she pushed on it. At first it wouldn't bulge, but then as it moved slightly, a slight crack appeared to her left. She turned her head as she felt something on her shoulder. Her mouth froze open in silent horror as she saw dirt and worms pour in. She dropped the lid. It caught a fat brown worm and it writhed in front of her.
She began to scream as realization sunk in.
Buried alive.
A/N: First of all, gomen nasai! I wish I could get the chapter up sooner, but this is a critical point in the fic and I need it to turn out just the way I want it. I hope it was worth it and you liked it ^^ The next one will be up much sooner.
Luv,
~Arion~
It was cold, and the walls were covered with droplets of precipitation. There was no windows, therefore no light. The walls were plain stone, as was the floor. The front wall of the room was made up of thick steel bars, only about half an inch apart.
Acire was taken to a separate cell, not even on that same floor, as far as Trin knew and she was worried about her friend. She was near hysterics, last time she saw her. Trin knew that she couldn't defend herself either, and she feared the guards would try to rape her. The man did say that he was finished with them, so theoretically there was nothing stopping them.
"Trin"
She jumped and turned around, startled, to see Heero hunched in a corner of the cell.
"Heero," her breath caught in her throat "What are you doing here?"
Heero didn't answer, but she didn't need him to. She understood they had tried to rescue them and got captured. She bit her lip as she looked over his battered body, noting all his injuries and his shallow breathing. He was in handcuffs as well, and by the fact that he hadn't ripped them, she guessed they were strong.
Trin's mind wandered to how in movies the heroine always pulls out a hairclip and picks the lock, when it hit her. She pulled her right leg as close to her as she could and turning halfway around, reached down. With some difficulty, she pulled up her jean leg and after a few more seconds, her fingers curled around something and she wrenched it free. The object left a bloody cut on her leg, but she ignored in, and smiled in satisfaction at the blade in her hand.
"Can you use this to pick the handcuffs?" she asked as she turned to Heero.
He studied the blade for a moment, than nodded.
"Come closer to me"
Trin opened her mouth to protest, but remembering his injuries, decided against it. Painfully slowly, she began moving across the floor toward him.
"Hurry up." he said in his monotone soldier's voice. "We probably don't have much time."
"I'd watch it if I were you. You need me and my blade to get your handcuffs off, remember?" she smirked as she continued to edge toward him.
Heero muttered something under his breath in Japanese and her smirk grew wider. She was willing to bet that at least one of those things was 'omae o korosu'.
Trin was moving so slowly that it frustrated her possibly more than it did Heero. Tired of it, she stopped and skillfully pulled her legs through the circle her arms made, resulting in her arms no longer hooked behind her back. With satisfaction, she continued forward. When she was inches away from him, her wrist suddenly buckled under her and she fell forward, landing on Heero. The impact of her body against his, caused him to fall backwards. Trin blushed a crimson red in the darkness, as Heero cursed left and right in both English and Japanese. She mumbled a quick apology and struggled to get off of him. Heero attempted the same, but both of them being handcuffed, this was no easy task.
Involuntarily, Trin looked up and into his blue eyes. Her body froze, as did his. She felt her heartbeat quicken and her lips parted, allowing more air into her seemingly tighter-than-normal, chest. This was the third time they were this close, and she wondered if he was going to kiss her. She knew she shouldn't think like that, she should pull away; but she couldn't. Something in his eyes always kept her looking into them, no matter how hard she tried to look away. Something didn't feel right however, something bothered her. Suddenly a thought hit her and before she could do anything, the question slipped out,
"Heero, do I remind you of Relena?"
The few seconds that he took to answer were like agonizing hours to her. If she did remind him of Relena, then it meant he still hadn't let go. It also meant that whatever they had, was close to nothing. She licked her dry lips as she waited for him to answer. Hoping and praying that he would.
"In a way" Heero finally replied.
She blinked and tried to swallow the ball that had formed in her throat as her mind registered what he had said. So that was it. What she had somehow hoped for, but also something she prayed wasn't true. She had always knew it was best to stay single and not get too close to anyone. But it was too late now, without realizing it she had fallen in love with Heero, but he was only holding onto the memory of who she was now sure was his girlfriend.
A long adopted glaze covered her eyes, keeping what she was feeling to herself, and she pulled back.
"Here" she said coolly as she handed him the blade.
Heero took it silently; unaware of the sudden change in her, unaware of how quickly she withdrew.
In a matter of seconds his handcuffs were off and in a few more seconds, so were hers. She massaged her raw wrists and stood. Heero's eyes narrowed as he noticed the fresh bandages on her arm and neck.
"What is this?" he asked as he touched one of the bandages.
"Nothing" she answered, pulling away rather quickly.
"Hn" Heero did not seem satisfied with the answer; he swiftly grabbed her elbow unwrapped one of the bandages to reveal that a small square of skin was missing on her arm.
Trin glared at him and pulled away, angrily wrapping the bandage back into its place.
"I wonder what they need my skin for" she mumbled.
"DNA, probably" Heero answered simply as he walked toward the front of the room.
'DNA…' Trin thought, 'What are they-?'
A metal click sounded through the room and she turned around just in time to see Heero open the door. He tossed her the blade and carefully peered into the hallway.
"No guards as far as visibility ranges" he said over his shoulder as Trin approached him.
"Confident we won't escape, are they?" she sneered.
"Hn"
Staying a few steps behind, Trin followed Heero down the hall; ready to defend herself against any attack, at any moment.
* * *
Duo was awoken to the sound of sobbing. He struggled to open his eyes, now aware of the dull pain in his head. Once his eyelids opened, his vision focused on a pale face of a girl leaning over him. Her features seemingly brightened upon seeing his eyes open and as he sat up, she threw her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder.
"I really thought they killed you, Duo" she sobbed as she hugged him.
Duo put his arms around her clumsily, confusion still clouding his brain.
"Um, Acire, what happened?" he asked after a few moments and gave her a puzzled grin.
Acire pulled away from him slightly and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"All I know is me and Trin were taken out of the lab when someone hit me on the head and I blacked out, then woke up here with you on the floor" she choked back a sob "I thought I lost you"
Taken aback, Duo had remained silent for a little while, but then grinned.
"It'll take more than that to kill the Shinigami" he said as he pulled her closer to him.
Acire laughed quietly as fresh tears fell down her cheeks.
"You'll never lose me" Duo murmured reassuringly, "I love you"
The girl froze and pulled away from him, looking up into his soft cobalt eyes; searching for any sign of insincerity or trickery. Her lips broke into a smile, as she found none.
"I love you too," she whispered as she leaned closer to him, until their lips met.
They didn't know for how long they were engrossed in the kiss, but abruptly they were interrupted by a rasping chuckle.
"Aw, isn't that sweet" a voice mocked, "Get 'er"
Suddenly they were torn apart, strong hands holding both of them. Acire was grabbed by the shoulders and roughly dragged out of the cell, as three more men held Duo back. She cried out desperately and fought, somehow managing to break out of the grasp. Angered, the man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back. She fell, her head hitting the floor with a crack.
"Acire!" Duo cried out hoarsely. He fought his captors desperately, but they were too strong, he was too tired, and the handcuffs on his wrists were cutting down on his movement.
He was thrown into a corner of the cell as the men turned and left. He subsided, tears forming in his eyes.
"No.." he whispered, then cried out in agony on top of his lungs, "No!"
No one heard.
* * *
Shane crept down the dark hallway silently. He had managed to break out of his cell fairly easy; he still had the keys after all. A smirk stretched across his lips. 'He's not as smart at he thinks he is'. He dropped a bloody knife as he continued to walk. The guards were no problem either.
He froze silently as a sound reached Shane's ears. A voice, barely audible, but he heard it. His heart beat faster; he would recognize that voice anywhere. Looking around, he spotted a door slightly adrift and ducked inside. The small room was empty. Perfect.
Soft catlike footsteps reached the door and continued down the hall. A second set of footsteps approached and he positioned himself beside the door. Just as the person had passed, he swung open the door, swiftly yet still so quietly. His arms locked around the silhouette in front of him and he dragged the person inside.
Shane's one hand immediately clasped the person's mouth and the other found its way under the shirt.
"Hello Trinity"
* * *
Acire's eyes opened, but she saw nothing apart from darkness. Her joins cramped of discomfort and sweat ran down her face. Attempting to stretch, she raised her arms, but as soon as she did, they hit a barricade. She shrugged and bent her feet, her knees immediately hitting against something. Beginning to panic, she raised her hands slightly, and felt her surroundings. The ceiling was only a few inches above her face and breathing heavily, she pushed on it. At first it wouldn't bulge, but then as it moved slightly, a slight crack appeared to her left. She turned her head as she felt something on her shoulder. Her mouth froze open in silent horror as she saw dirt and worms pour in. She dropped the lid. It caught a fat brown worm and it writhed in front of her.
She began to scream as realization sunk in.
Buried alive.
A/N: First of all, gomen nasai! I wish I could get the chapter up sooner, but this is a critical point in the fic and I need it to turn out just the way I want it. I hope it was worth it and you liked it ^^ The next one will be up much sooner.
Luv,
~Arion~
