Hello people! Here is Part 3 of my lovely fiction! Would you all kindly review? Please? Constructive criticism is welcome, along with any suggestions you have.Please give me suggestions. No flames, though. YOU wouldn't want flames.



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1.2 *is thoughts, is a flashback

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1.4 Part 3



Duo awoke stiff, cold, and with an INCREDIBLE headache. He was also completely disoriented. When he rubbed the back of his head, and dried blood flaked off onto his hand, he remembered he had been walking.Oh shit! Relena was abducted! Duo looked around his cell desperately, looking for an escape route. He jumped up and winced as the movement sent a bolt through his arm. He placed his hand on his shirt and noticed for the first time that his shirt was encrusted in blood all down his left side. His shoulder was still bleeding, but not too much.

Duo made his way around the cell. The ceiling was only near six feet high, and the floor space seemed to be about an even seven feet by seven feet square. Duo felt very grateful he had learned to not be clausterfobic from flying in his Gundam. Those cockpits are so small!

In the middle of the floor was a small drain. Noticing the stench, Duo realized that the drain was his lavatory. He ABSOLUTELY had to escape! The cell door was obviously locked on the outside, but there was a panel that opened to the locking mechanism. Duo pulled his gun out and shot at the panel. The bullet bounced off the panel, ricocheted off the walls, and finally lost steam and fell. There goes that idea.

Duo sat on the floor and fell onto his back. He stared at the ceiling and felt movement of air. This air came from a grate in the ceiling.Grate.Duh Duo!! Duo reached up, and put all his weight on the grate. The grate popped out with surprising ease. Duo grabbed onto the edge of the duct and, favoring his left arm, pulled himself into the duct with his right arm. He then proceeded to crawl down the bulletproof enclosure.



Quatre sat quietly in the sitting room sipping his tea. For him, this practice was like meditation. His stress was almost not there anymore. Stress. He sighed. Somehow, a sinking feeling told him that he'd be the one left cleaning up a major mess. Quatre's tea was finished. He pulled himself out of his body conforming chair, grabbed some liquid aspirin, water, and a cold rag, and resolved to shove medicine down Heero's throat. Perhaps it'll go down this time.

Walking up the stairs, Quatre smiled. Usually, Quatre had to dodge Duo running up or down the stairs, tormenting Wufei or Heero. He could still hear it:

"Give it back! Braided baka!" Wufei yelled at the top of his lungs. Duo laughed and waved Wufei's katana above his head. Duo was chased though the halls upstairs, then ran down the stairs like demons were after him. He ran straight into Quatre, and they landed at the bottom of the stairs in a heap. They composed themselves just in time to see Wufei jump on the banister and plummet to the next level in pursuit of his tormenter. His timing was unfortunate, and he landed on top of Heero, who fell out of the way and pulled his gun Trowa, who stood there wide-eyed. The scene was so comical that everyone fell back over laughing.

Memories like that are priceless. If these sorts of little things ever would end. Quatre hurried up to Heero's room.



Well, what'd you all think? I kinda rambled on in this chapter. SORRY!!! I Do know where this story is going to go, It just kinda ran away on me..

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