This takes place right after Quatre destroys Sandrock, and is in space in
the shuttle, unconscious. Duo has just been taken captive and Heero is
planning to save him. I changed the plot around a bit.
I don't really care if the facts I have aren't correct. It's my fic; I can do what I want.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Gundam Wing characters.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"We've got two! The one with the long brown hair escaped, so we'll just execute the one with the blond hair! It's perfect! And I've got a few ideas."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Duo and Heero looked at each other, speechless. Duo was the first, as always, to speak. "We can't let them hurt Quatre, Heero. You and I have to do something!"
Heero nodded. You go ahead. I'm going to leave."
Duo slammed him into the wall. "Don't you care about Quatre? He's the weakest out of all of us!" Heero inwardly smiled. That wasn't true. Quatre was more like the strongest. Duo continued, "and you're going to leave him in OZ's clutches? You have to help!"
Heero looked into Duo's panic-stricken eyes, and nodded. "Fine. I'll help."
The Chief was explaining his "ideas" to the soldiers. "Most of the people living on our colony are old slavers. Wouldn't it be nice to please them?"
A soldier scratched his head. "And how do we please them, sir?"
The Chief smiled and looked out at the stars as he explained. "A common way that old slavers got rid of disobedient slaves was to hang them. But they would use things called weights because the law said you had to. The weights were tied onto the feet of the slave, making their death less painful and a lot quicker. Slavers didn't like that at all, but they had to obey the law. I propose that we hang the Gundam Pilot. Without weights."
The soldiers smiled and a few of them chuckled. "That sounds interesting, Chief."
The Chief turned back to them. "I would also like to try out something else. What do you think the citizens that have been hurt by or had family and friends hurt or killed by Number Four or any of the others would do if they were allowed to get at him?"
The responses were unanimous. "Kill him! Beat him up! Hurt him!" The Chief turned back to the window. "Then that's what we'll do. We'll tie Number Four up in a room and let the citizens have a whack at him. There'll have to be a no killing rule, of course, but other than that…"
One of the newer soldiers saluted. "Sir! What if we were to make it fun, sir!"
The Chief looked at him and frowned. "How so?"
"Sir! We have a drawing, sir! The winner gets to take in a knife, sir! No killing, of course, sir! Just drawing blood! Sir!"
"Stand at ease, soldier. That's a fair idea. I like it. You've got a good head on your shoulders. I promote you to Deputy General. Dismissed!"
The soldiers quietly filed out and returned to their duties. The Chief rubbed his hands together and ordered the last soldier heading out the door to take Quatre out of his cell and into the White Room.
The White Room was a room made all from white tile. It had a large pole in the middle that went from the floor to the ceiling. The ceiling was about 15 feet high, and there was an observation window at the top for OZ officials to look in on whatever prisoner was being held there.
The Chief told the soldier to tie Quatre with his arms behind his back to the pole, and to center three officials in the observation room. The soldier hurried to carry out the orders—Heero and Duo were almost caught as he rushed by. Heero quickly pulled Duo into the safety of a hallway near the room the soldier had exited.
They looked at each other, and Heero could tell that Duo had no clue what to do.
He gave him his most severe glare, then beckoned for him to follow. "We're going to that observation room."
Duo glanced at him. "But how can we help him that way?"
"We can't free him when he's in there. Too many people. We'll have to free him when they take him out to hang him."
Duo winced. "I don't see how anyone could be that heartless. I could understand maybe killing someone in a battle, but for the sport of it?"
Heero didn't say anything. Just kept on heading for the observation room, following the officials headed that way. They climbed up a set of stairs, and the officials entered a room. Heero was the first to act. He jumped into the room and started to kick left and right. Duo was close behind, and without much effort the three officials were soon out. The two walked over to a window in the small space, and looked into the White Room. They watched as Quatre was dragged, kicking and struggling as much as possible with his restraints, over to the bar. He was tied down and the soldiers exited the room. After struggling with his bonds for a few minutes, he leaned his head back against the bar and closed his eyes. A single tear fell down his cheek, causing Duo to sharply intake. It hurt him to see his friend like this. But there was nothing he could do about it now.
A.N. Well, there's number three. Sorry about the shortness of the chapters. I'm not very good at detail. My friend and I write stories, and usually I go through and do something like this, then she goes through and adds detail to it, fixing all my mistakes. But she doesn't even know what Gundam Wing is…so I'm kinda stuck there. Well, hope you like it, please review.
*evil grin* Soon you're going to find out that I love to torture my favorite characters.
You have been warned.
~Lady V.
I don't really care if the facts I have aren't correct. It's my fic; I can do what I want.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Gundam Wing characters.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"We've got two! The one with the long brown hair escaped, so we'll just execute the one with the blond hair! It's perfect! And I've got a few ideas."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Duo and Heero looked at each other, speechless. Duo was the first, as always, to speak. "We can't let them hurt Quatre, Heero. You and I have to do something!"
Heero nodded. You go ahead. I'm going to leave."
Duo slammed him into the wall. "Don't you care about Quatre? He's the weakest out of all of us!" Heero inwardly smiled. That wasn't true. Quatre was more like the strongest. Duo continued, "and you're going to leave him in OZ's clutches? You have to help!"
Heero looked into Duo's panic-stricken eyes, and nodded. "Fine. I'll help."
The Chief was explaining his "ideas" to the soldiers. "Most of the people living on our colony are old slavers. Wouldn't it be nice to please them?"
A soldier scratched his head. "And how do we please them, sir?"
The Chief smiled and looked out at the stars as he explained. "A common way that old slavers got rid of disobedient slaves was to hang them. But they would use things called weights because the law said you had to. The weights were tied onto the feet of the slave, making their death less painful and a lot quicker. Slavers didn't like that at all, but they had to obey the law. I propose that we hang the Gundam Pilot. Without weights."
The soldiers smiled and a few of them chuckled. "That sounds interesting, Chief."
The Chief turned back to them. "I would also like to try out something else. What do you think the citizens that have been hurt by or had family and friends hurt or killed by Number Four or any of the others would do if they were allowed to get at him?"
The responses were unanimous. "Kill him! Beat him up! Hurt him!" The Chief turned back to the window. "Then that's what we'll do. We'll tie Number Four up in a room and let the citizens have a whack at him. There'll have to be a no killing rule, of course, but other than that…"
One of the newer soldiers saluted. "Sir! What if we were to make it fun, sir!"
The Chief looked at him and frowned. "How so?"
"Sir! We have a drawing, sir! The winner gets to take in a knife, sir! No killing, of course, sir! Just drawing blood! Sir!"
"Stand at ease, soldier. That's a fair idea. I like it. You've got a good head on your shoulders. I promote you to Deputy General. Dismissed!"
The soldiers quietly filed out and returned to their duties. The Chief rubbed his hands together and ordered the last soldier heading out the door to take Quatre out of his cell and into the White Room.
The White Room was a room made all from white tile. It had a large pole in the middle that went from the floor to the ceiling. The ceiling was about 15 feet high, and there was an observation window at the top for OZ officials to look in on whatever prisoner was being held there.
The Chief told the soldier to tie Quatre with his arms behind his back to the pole, and to center three officials in the observation room. The soldier hurried to carry out the orders—Heero and Duo were almost caught as he rushed by. Heero quickly pulled Duo into the safety of a hallway near the room the soldier had exited.
They looked at each other, and Heero could tell that Duo had no clue what to do.
He gave him his most severe glare, then beckoned for him to follow. "We're going to that observation room."
Duo glanced at him. "But how can we help him that way?"
"We can't free him when he's in there. Too many people. We'll have to free him when they take him out to hang him."
Duo winced. "I don't see how anyone could be that heartless. I could understand maybe killing someone in a battle, but for the sport of it?"
Heero didn't say anything. Just kept on heading for the observation room, following the officials headed that way. They climbed up a set of stairs, and the officials entered a room. Heero was the first to act. He jumped into the room and started to kick left and right. Duo was close behind, and without much effort the three officials were soon out. The two walked over to a window in the small space, and looked into the White Room. They watched as Quatre was dragged, kicking and struggling as much as possible with his restraints, over to the bar. He was tied down and the soldiers exited the room. After struggling with his bonds for a few minutes, he leaned his head back against the bar and closed his eyes. A single tear fell down his cheek, causing Duo to sharply intake. It hurt him to see his friend like this. But there was nothing he could do about it now.
A.N. Well, there's number three. Sorry about the shortness of the chapters. I'm not very good at detail. My friend and I write stories, and usually I go through and do something like this, then she goes through and adds detail to it, fixing all my mistakes. But she doesn't even know what Gundam Wing is…so I'm kinda stuck there. Well, hope you like it, please review.
*evil grin* Soon you're going to find out that I love to torture my favorite characters.
You have been warned.
~Lady V.