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Chapter 5: Either way-bang
They were led to a dank cell; the harsh sunlight flaring through the bars caused stark contrasts between the lit areas and the shadows. It was in one such shadow that they heard a slight noise. A fainting shuffling noise. The cold in the air was causing its inhabitant to produce a small puff of smoke at every exhale.
Duo walked into the cell. Looking around and was about to comment on its emptiness he was suddenly alerted to the almost invisible presence of an old friend.
"Heero? - that you?" he quietly called out. He got no response and just stood still, towering over the form of a person.
Eventually realising that a reply would not be forth coming, he crouched down to a figure that could only be Heero; Heero was sitting down and leaning against the wall. His entire posture seemed to scream 'exhaustion'.
"Can't you switch on a light or something?" Quatre pleaded and pulled his thick winter coat tighter around him.
He definitely hated the atmosphere in this building. It made him feel cold and sick- he could only guess how it made Heero feel.
"Last time we did that-the kid went haywire, nuts!" the Chief retorted in a lazy all-knowing tone. He just watched them all and seemed rather out of place in the little gathering. To ease his edgy and nervous position he lit an evil cigarette.
Duo ran a frustrated hand through his fringe/bangs and with gritted teeth, "Do it anyways! - We need to know if it's safe to move him"
At the Chiefs hesitant looking posture, Trowa coolly walked over and flipped a switch. The man-made unnatural light illuminated the cellblock.
What Duo saw was not what he expected.
He hadn't really expected Heero to run up to them and shake hands or hug, but he'd been expecting him to at least acknowledge them.
Two haunted-looking, deep, Prussian eyes with silent tears running from them and a tortured face looked right at Duo, through messy hair. Black circles of either exhaustion or bruises marked the area around the sad eyes. And a shaking hand slowly drew Duo's attention.
"What happened?" Quatre walked into the cell and followed Duo's actions by crouching on the icy concrete floor until he was eye level with Heero.
Duo spoke softly to his crying friend, "Heero?"
The tears seemed to stop dead as the Prussian eyes narrowed and Heero started looking at his surroundings as though seeing them for the first time, his eyes focused on the open cell door-he was free?
Heero suddenly shot up, bowling Duo over and made a run for the door.
Trowa had been carefully watching him and was ready; he blocked the door and grabbed the charging boy. He managed to grab Heero's arms and twist them behind his back.
It somehow didn't seem right to Duo as he watched the 'perfect soldier' weakly fighting Trowa's grip using a fury of moves at any costs, Trowa was struggling against breaking Heero's arms.
Then the flurry of movement ceased and Heero slumped against Trowa with a few angry growls and grunts, then he finally spoke, "I'm sorry! Please just let me go!" came the childish scared voice.
"I'm not trying to hurt you" Trowa was shocked although he quickly hid it in his facial expressions and he broke his grasp of Heero- but still continued to block the door.
"Do you know who I am?" Trowa tried to start from the beginning.
Heero just seemed to get angry again and yelled at him, "Let me the hell- out!!!"
"Just tell me" Trowa pursued his line of thinking, "Do you know me?"
Heero tried weakly ramming him again but this time when Trowa reached to grab Heero's arms- Heero bit him and using his adrenaline he shoved Trowa to the side of his path and bolted.
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Running down the metal corridor, struggling with his breathing, Heero froze at a disturbingly haunting noise.
The other Police officer, Bob, clicked and loaded his gun-pointing it at Heero.
"Don't move!"
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Duo, Quatre and Trowa were stunned at first, Trowa looking at his bite-marked hand.
Duo stood up with a sigh, "He won't get far" and ran out after Heero.
Quatre and Trowa followed with Quatre worriedly commenting, "He didn't know us".
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"Don't hurt me!" Heero crumpled to the ground, leaning pitifully on his hands and fighting back tears, "I didn't do anything!"
Bob partially lowered his gun, unsure.
The other pilots ran into the room followed by the Chief lazily catching up.
Heero was on the floor shaking, his back to the pilots. He stopped crying, feeling their presences behind him. Frowning and concentrating on the ground to gain some sort of self-control, he felt a hand on his shoulder-trying to comfort him.
At that touch he unconsciously flinched and gritted out a furious, "Don't touch me!"
Duo just couldn't understand the mood-swings and actions of his friend. Sure, there were many possibilities-stress, nervous breakdown, brain damage.
None of which made Duo feel any better.
It was getting late, it was freezing and to be bluntly honest-Duo was tired as well.
Quatre was also looking a little…at his wits end.
Trowa looked like he was constantly in deep thought-never drawing his eyes away from Heero's back.
Duo sighed, closed his eyes and counted to ten, and then he pulled out a gun, taking aim at Heero's back, "No, I've had enough". He loaded the gun, the familiar 'click' signalling the cold triggers readiness.
And fired.
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Author (me): thought I'd try a cliff-hanger thingy? I think Heeros broke.
Hmm- ESP…now there's a talent that I wish I possessed. Nope- don't have that ability. But I do have the ability to take advice. ;)
Thanks to all who have reviewed so far!
Plz Review!
(no flames)
Space bunny says - Hi
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Chapter 5: Either way-bang
They were led to a dank cell; the harsh sunlight flaring through the bars caused stark contrasts between the lit areas and the shadows. It was in one such shadow that they heard a slight noise. A fainting shuffling noise. The cold in the air was causing its inhabitant to produce a small puff of smoke at every exhale.
Duo walked into the cell. Looking around and was about to comment on its emptiness he was suddenly alerted to the almost invisible presence of an old friend.
"Heero? - that you?" he quietly called out. He got no response and just stood still, towering over the form of a person.
Eventually realising that a reply would not be forth coming, he crouched down to a figure that could only be Heero; Heero was sitting down and leaning against the wall. His entire posture seemed to scream 'exhaustion'.
"Can't you switch on a light or something?" Quatre pleaded and pulled his thick winter coat tighter around him.
He definitely hated the atmosphere in this building. It made him feel cold and sick- he could only guess how it made Heero feel.
"Last time we did that-the kid went haywire, nuts!" the Chief retorted in a lazy all-knowing tone. He just watched them all and seemed rather out of place in the little gathering. To ease his edgy and nervous position he lit an evil cigarette.
Duo ran a frustrated hand through his fringe/bangs and with gritted teeth, "Do it anyways! - We need to know if it's safe to move him"
At the Chiefs hesitant looking posture, Trowa coolly walked over and flipped a switch. The man-made unnatural light illuminated the cellblock.
What Duo saw was not what he expected.
He hadn't really expected Heero to run up to them and shake hands or hug, but he'd been expecting him to at least acknowledge them.
Two haunted-looking, deep, Prussian eyes with silent tears running from them and a tortured face looked right at Duo, through messy hair. Black circles of either exhaustion or bruises marked the area around the sad eyes. And a shaking hand slowly drew Duo's attention.
"What happened?" Quatre walked into the cell and followed Duo's actions by crouching on the icy concrete floor until he was eye level with Heero.
Duo spoke softly to his crying friend, "Heero?"
The tears seemed to stop dead as the Prussian eyes narrowed and Heero started looking at his surroundings as though seeing them for the first time, his eyes focused on the open cell door-he was free?
Heero suddenly shot up, bowling Duo over and made a run for the door.
Trowa had been carefully watching him and was ready; he blocked the door and grabbed the charging boy. He managed to grab Heero's arms and twist them behind his back.
It somehow didn't seem right to Duo as he watched the 'perfect soldier' weakly fighting Trowa's grip using a fury of moves at any costs, Trowa was struggling against breaking Heero's arms.
Then the flurry of movement ceased and Heero slumped against Trowa with a few angry growls and grunts, then he finally spoke, "I'm sorry! Please just let me go!" came the childish scared voice.
"I'm not trying to hurt you" Trowa was shocked although he quickly hid it in his facial expressions and he broke his grasp of Heero- but still continued to block the door.
"Do you know who I am?" Trowa tried to start from the beginning.
Heero just seemed to get angry again and yelled at him, "Let me the hell- out!!!"
"Just tell me" Trowa pursued his line of thinking, "Do you know me?"
Heero tried weakly ramming him again but this time when Trowa reached to grab Heero's arms- Heero bit him and using his adrenaline he shoved Trowa to the side of his path and bolted.
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Running down the metal corridor, struggling with his breathing, Heero froze at a disturbingly haunting noise.
The other Police officer, Bob, clicked and loaded his gun-pointing it at Heero.
"Don't move!"
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Duo, Quatre and Trowa were stunned at first, Trowa looking at his bite-marked hand.
Duo stood up with a sigh, "He won't get far" and ran out after Heero.
Quatre and Trowa followed with Quatre worriedly commenting, "He didn't know us".
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"Don't hurt me!" Heero crumpled to the ground, leaning pitifully on his hands and fighting back tears, "I didn't do anything!"
Bob partially lowered his gun, unsure.
The other pilots ran into the room followed by the Chief lazily catching up.
Heero was on the floor shaking, his back to the pilots. He stopped crying, feeling their presences behind him. Frowning and concentrating on the ground to gain some sort of self-control, he felt a hand on his shoulder-trying to comfort him.
At that touch he unconsciously flinched and gritted out a furious, "Don't touch me!"
Duo just couldn't understand the mood-swings and actions of his friend. Sure, there were many possibilities-stress, nervous breakdown, brain damage.
None of which made Duo feel any better.
It was getting late, it was freezing and to be bluntly honest-Duo was tired as well.
Quatre was also looking a little…at his wits end.
Trowa looked like he was constantly in deep thought-never drawing his eyes away from Heero's back.
Duo sighed, closed his eyes and counted to ten, and then he pulled out a gun, taking aim at Heero's back, "No, I've had enough". He loaded the gun, the familiar 'click' signalling the cold triggers readiness.
And fired.
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Author (me): thought I'd try a cliff-hanger thingy? I think Heeros broke.
Hmm- ESP…now there's a talent that I wish I possessed. Nope- don't have that ability. But I do have the ability to take advice. ;)
Thanks to all who have reviewed so far!
Plz Review!
(no flames)
Space bunny says - Hi
( ) ( )
( . . )
(u u )
U U`