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Chapter 3
Trowa put his hand over the hand that was armed with the gun and whispered meaningfully,
"He won't be any use to us with a bullet through his skull".
The gun was gone almost as swiftly as it had been drawn, followed by a grumpy, "Fine".
Suspicious, the driver narrowed his eyes at Duo and Trowa, "What are they talking about?" he snapped to Quatre.
Ever the diplomat, "How much money to give you… right Duo?" Quatre's voice had a pleading edge to it with a silent, 'Duo! - Cut it out!'
The braided boy smirked, "Yeah we were just wondering what to give you". Trowa elbowed him and Duo lowly spoke, "money-wise".
The driver seemed satisfied with the answer and grunted, "Three hundred dollars, no less!"
"Why you…" Duo lunged towards him but was stopped by the odd looking, taller, kid; the kid with only one eye visible through his fringe.
The taller of the two muttered something and defused the teenager with the braid.
Quatre interrupted the driver's uneasy grunt and narrowing eyes with a "Fine".
Instantly Marshall's eyes lit up as he snatched the money produced from the blond.
"So what is it you want to know?"
"We're looking for someone…" Quatre began.
"That'll cost more then- missing person" the driver saw a great opportunity to make a small fortune, these kids were obviously loaded!
Trowa let go of the passive Duo, "Go ahead" and he snatched out his own gun and gave it to the God of Death, "I won't stop you".
Marshall's business plan and smugness shattered as the barrel of a gun was now facing him with a livid, furious, teenager at the trigger.
He, for better words, pissed himself and started begging, "Please don't!! I'll tell you anything".
Quatre took no notice of Duo and therefore continued, "He's about our age, brown messy hair, same height as me… seen him?"
It was really stupid to lie, especially to a trained soldier/mercenary, "No. I ain't seen no kid".
"He's lying" Trowa supplied to the conversation.
Duo growled, "Ever been to hell?"
"Ok, ok!" the driver put his arms up, "There was some street kid, came on and fell asleep,
Wouldn't wake up- so I got rid of him!"
"You killed him???" Quatre was stunned.
Duo's finger tightened on the trigger, really to end this miserable piece of……
"No!" Marshall defended, "I just wanted to scare the kid, brought him to my place…. still unconscious, called the police and said that he'd tried to steal stuff from my apartment!"
The gun was lowered and the three teenagers talked amongst themselves, Marshall was too scared to move- so he didn't.
"He's been arrested?" Quatre shook his head sadly.
"Probably locked up at the local prison," Trowa confirmed his thoughts out loud.
Duo was oddly silent.
"Hey Duo- cheer up!" Quatre brightly smiled, "What's up?"
Duo stepped off the bus and with his back to them, "He's still injured, and now he's locked up" Duo looked up to the dreary sky, "Wouldn't that frighten you?"
Quatre got off the bus and went to Duos side, "He'll be fine…we'll go get him".
"He should know we're coming" Trowa gently predicted.
Marshall the bus driver saw his chance to escape, putting his foot down on reverse and closing the bus doors- he drove like the devil was after him.
Duo abruptly turned around with his gun, closed an eye to aim and fired at the retreating bus.
The three young men left the bus station the same casual way they entered.
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Heero's thoughts had raged from deep meaningful things like- I deserve this, this is my punishment - into more basic thoughts like- I was bad, this is all my fault.
He was in shock.
Everything that had happened too him in his life was catching up to him in this tiny cell.
Memories merged together and various "what-if" thoughts corrupted his reasoning's, it was too much.
He was so alone; he always had been- hadn't he?
No that wasn't right…. Heero couldn't think straight.
He felt sick and threw up.
There were so many things in his head, so many different people- a young boy, a soldier in training and then a 'perfect soldier'.
They were all in pain, unable to survive in their current state inside Heero's mind.
It all quieted, suddenly, everything was still and silent.
The boy in the cell looked up at the concerned eyes of a Police officer and asked a simple question, "What is my name?"
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Author: It's a simple question…. I guess. I apologise in advance for any grammer problems or spelling, I do check it….but I'm just a beginner so there will be mistakes.
Heero's condition…what ever that maybe- doesn't seem to be improving.
I think this chapters a little longer than the last, i'll try an make the next one even longer though :)
Plz review.
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Chapter 3
Trowa put his hand over the hand that was armed with the gun and whispered meaningfully,
"He won't be any use to us with a bullet through his skull".
The gun was gone almost as swiftly as it had been drawn, followed by a grumpy, "Fine".
Suspicious, the driver narrowed his eyes at Duo and Trowa, "What are they talking about?" he snapped to Quatre.
Ever the diplomat, "How much money to give you… right Duo?" Quatre's voice had a pleading edge to it with a silent, 'Duo! - Cut it out!'
The braided boy smirked, "Yeah we were just wondering what to give you". Trowa elbowed him and Duo lowly spoke, "money-wise".
The driver seemed satisfied with the answer and grunted, "Three hundred dollars, no less!"
"Why you…" Duo lunged towards him but was stopped by the odd looking, taller, kid; the kid with only one eye visible through his fringe.
The taller of the two muttered something and defused the teenager with the braid.
Quatre interrupted the driver's uneasy grunt and narrowing eyes with a "Fine".
Instantly Marshall's eyes lit up as he snatched the money produced from the blond.
"So what is it you want to know?"
"We're looking for someone…" Quatre began.
"That'll cost more then- missing person" the driver saw a great opportunity to make a small fortune, these kids were obviously loaded!
Trowa let go of the passive Duo, "Go ahead" and he snatched out his own gun and gave it to the God of Death, "I won't stop you".
Marshall's business plan and smugness shattered as the barrel of a gun was now facing him with a livid, furious, teenager at the trigger.
He, for better words, pissed himself and started begging, "Please don't!! I'll tell you anything".
Quatre took no notice of Duo and therefore continued, "He's about our age, brown messy hair, same height as me… seen him?"
It was really stupid to lie, especially to a trained soldier/mercenary, "No. I ain't seen no kid".
"He's lying" Trowa supplied to the conversation.
Duo growled, "Ever been to hell?"
"Ok, ok!" the driver put his arms up, "There was some street kid, came on and fell asleep,
Wouldn't wake up- so I got rid of him!"
"You killed him???" Quatre was stunned.
Duo's finger tightened on the trigger, really to end this miserable piece of……
"No!" Marshall defended, "I just wanted to scare the kid, brought him to my place…. still unconscious, called the police and said that he'd tried to steal stuff from my apartment!"
The gun was lowered and the three teenagers talked amongst themselves, Marshall was too scared to move- so he didn't.
"He's been arrested?" Quatre shook his head sadly.
"Probably locked up at the local prison," Trowa confirmed his thoughts out loud.
Duo was oddly silent.
"Hey Duo- cheer up!" Quatre brightly smiled, "What's up?"
Duo stepped off the bus and with his back to them, "He's still injured, and now he's locked up" Duo looked up to the dreary sky, "Wouldn't that frighten you?"
Quatre got off the bus and went to Duos side, "He'll be fine…we'll go get him".
"He should know we're coming" Trowa gently predicted.
Marshall the bus driver saw his chance to escape, putting his foot down on reverse and closing the bus doors- he drove like the devil was after him.
Duo abruptly turned around with his gun, closed an eye to aim and fired at the retreating bus.
The three young men left the bus station the same casual way they entered.
---------------------------------------
Heero's thoughts had raged from deep meaningful things like- I deserve this, this is my punishment - into more basic thoughts like- I was bad, this is all my fault.
He was in shock.
Everything that had happened too him in his life was catching up to him in this tiny cell.
Memories merged together and various "what-if" thoughts corrupted his reasoning's, it was too much.
He was so alone; he always had been- hadn't he?
No that wasn't right…. Heero couldn't think straight.
He felt sick and threw up.
There were so many things in his head, so many different people- a young boy, a soldier in training and then a 'perfect soldier'.
They were all in pain, unable to survive in their current state inside Heero's mind.
It all quieted, suddenly, everything was still and silent.
The boy in the cell looked up at the concerned eyes of a Police officer and asked a simple question, "What is my name?"
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Author: It's a simple question…. I guess. I apologise in advance for any grammer problems or spelling, I do check it….but I'm just a beginner so there will be mistakes.
Heero's condition…what ever that maybe- doesn't seem to be improving.
I think this chapters a little longer than the last, i'll try an make the next one even longer though :)
Plz review.
No Flames