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.
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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.
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It didn't take long for word to get out that there was a Gundam Pilot open to the public. People flocked from far and near to get their own shot at him, and the lines were hours long. Men fought about who would get to go in front of who. Then the drawing came.
"The winner is.three five two oh five nine six!" Two men stood up, cheering. "Whoo hoo! That's us! We're'a gonna get t'take in a liddle ol' knife!" They were placed around one hundredth in line, and the people were let in, one at a time, with a limit of ten minutes.
Duo looked on in shock as the first person entered the room. Quatre looked up at the man, and was caught unprepared for the blow he received. The man had hit him with his fist right in the stomach, causing Quatre to double up and grit his teeth. He had made up his mind before that he wouldn't cry out, no matter what. He received several more blows from the man before he left, but the last one was the worst. The man grabbed Quatre's hair and pulled his head up by it. He held Quatre around the neck, causing the young pilot to gasp for breath, then fall unconscious with lack of air. The man walked out of the room, and an OZ soldier came up to Quatre and woke him up with a small bit of water splashed on his face. Quatre glared at the soldier, who responded with a blow to the stomach with his rifle butt. The next man was let in.
Cassie turned on the news, and saw a large crowd gathered around a building. She glanced at the telephone. She hadn't gotten a call from her sister since the day their father died. She had been in a shuttle watching, until their little brother made her leave. Cassie turned back to the news. "Today the Gundam pilot captured is open for the public to, how shall I say this, take a whack at him? Well, it's at." Cassie didn't hear the rest. There was Quatre, tied up and being forced onto a shuttle. She came to her senses and jotted down the address of the place he was being held at, then got in her car and zoomed down the road to get there.
An hour later about ninety men had visited Quatre so far, and Duo was amazed at the strength of his friend. He hadn't cried out once, but he was turning very pale. He looked to see who would be the next person in, and was surprised to see two enter. Heero walked up. "Those two must have won the knife." Duo looked at Heero, disbelieving what he had heard. He looked at the hand of one of the men, and saw that he did indeed carry a knife. His knees almost went out as he watched Quatre. The blond had a look of horror on his face, and his eyes never left the knife. Clearly he knew what was going on. The two men stopped in front of him. The one with the knife spoke first. "Whatcha think w'should do wit 'im?"
The second shrugged. "I dunno. Don' 'e look all perdy.tied up like that?" He started to trace his finger on the wall."
"What're y'doin'?"
"Playin' a liddle ol' game o' tic-tac-toe wid m'self."
"Say.yer a genius! We'll play a liddle ol' game o' tic-tac-toe on 'im!"
"Harr.yew wus alwus th' smart 'un. Wot d'yer say we tell them there guards t'turn 'im around?"
"Sure!"
They exited the room, coming back with a soldier. He swiftly released Quatre, who was too exhausted and beat up to try and escape, then turned him so his back was facing the two men. The guard swiftly left, because the two men were grinning like maniacs and looking at the knife like it was a toy. One of them, the one with the knife, went over to Quatre and stripped him of his shirt. He turned back to his partner. "'Ey, Joe! D'yew wan' t' draw the board on 'is back? Or should I?"
Joe walked over. "Jim, I thinks we should do summat else, too. Winner gets t'carve 'is name on this scum's," Duo clenched his fists and glared at the speaker, "back. Loser on'y gets t'put 'is initials. What der yew say?"
Jim smiled. "Good idea, me 'earty. Now who gets t'draw the board?"
"Aww.yew do it. I'll win, methinks."
Jim shrugged. "Suits me jus' fine."
Quatre hadn't been paying attention to what was happening around him. He only knew that these two men had a knife, but he didn't know what they were going to do with it. He was mystified as to why he had been turned around, and had no clue what was about to happen to him. Duo and Heero, who did, sat unable to help Quatre. Heero acted as if nothing about it bothered him, but Duo was in a semi-state of shock. He clenched his fists together and tried to fight back tears as he watched the man, Jim, lower the knife down upon Quatre's exposed back to draw the board. It seemed that the White Room would soon be stained a dark red.
A.N. Thanks to everybody for all the reviews.all eight of them! Heh, sorry. I'm just really excited that people are reading this, and enjoying it. I'm having a lot of fun writing this, too, so it all works out.
~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.
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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.
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It didn't take long for word to get out that there was a Gundam Pilot open to the public. People flocked from far and near to get their own shot at him, and the lines were hours long. Men fought about who would get to go in front of who. Then the drawing came.
"The winner is.three five two oh five nine six!" Two men stood up, cheering. "Whoo hoo! That's us! We're'a gonna get t'take in a liddle ol' knife!" They were placed around one hundredth in line, and the people were let in, one at a time, with a limit of ten minutes.
Duo looked on in shock as the first person entered the room. Quatre looked up at the man, and was caught unprepared for the blow he received. The man had hit him with his fist right in the stomach, causing Quatre to double up and grit his teeth. He had made up his mind before that he wouldn't cry out, no matter what. He received several more blows from the man before he left, but the last one was the worst. The man grabbed Quatre's hair and pulled his head up by it. He held Quatre around the neck, causing the young pilot to gasp for breath, then fall unconscious with lack of air. The man walked out of the room, and an OZ soldier came up to Quatre and woke him up with a small bit of water splashed on his face. Quatre glared at the soldier, who responded with a blow to the stomach with his rifle butt. The next man was let in.
Cassie turned on the news, and saw a large crowd gathered around a building. She glanced at the telephone. She hadn't gotten a call from her sister since the day their father died. She had been in a shuttle watching, until their little brother made her leave. Cassie turned back to the news. "Today the Gundam pilot captured is open for the public to, how shall I say this, take a whack at him? Well, it's at." Cassie didn't hear the rest. There was Quatre, tied up and being forced onto a shuttle. She came to her senses and jotted down the address of the place he was being held at, then got in her car and zoomed down the road to get there.
An hour later about ninety men had visited Quatre so far, and Duo was amazed at the strength of his friend. He hadn't cried out once, but he was turning very pale. He looked to see who would be the next person in, and was surprised to see two enter. Heero walked up. "Those two must have won the knife." Duo looked at Heero, disbelieving what he had heard. He looked at the hand of one of the men, and saw that he did indeed carry a knife. His knees almost went out as he watched Quatre. The blond had a look of horror on his face, and his eyes never left the knife. Clearly he knew what was going on. The two men stopped in front of him. The one with the knife spoke first. "Whatcha think w'should do wit 'im?"
The second shrugged. "I dunno. Don' 'e look all perdy.tied up like that?" He started to trace his finger on the wall."
"What're y'doin'?"
"Playin' a liddle ol' game o' tic-tac-toe wid m'self."
"Say.yer a genius! We'll play a liddle ol' game o' tic-tac-toe on 'im!"
"Harr.yew wus alwus th' smart 'un. Wot d'yer say we tell them there guards t'turn 'im around?"
"Sure!"
They exited the room, coming back with a soldier. He swiftly released Quatre, who was too exhausted and beat up to try and escape, then turned him so his back was facing the two men. The guard swiftly left, because the two men were grinning like maniacs and looking at the knife like it was a toy. One of them, the one with the knife, went over to Quatre and stripped him of his shirt. He turned back to his partner. "'Ey, Joe! D'yew wan' t' draw the board on 'is back? Or should I?"
Joe walked over. "Jim, I thinks we should do summat else, too. Winner gets t'carve 'is name on this scum's," Duo clenched his fists and glared at the speaker, "back. Loser on'y gets t'put 'is initials. What der yew say?"
Jim smiled. "Good idea, me 'earty. Now who gets t'draw the board?"
"Aww.yew do it. I'll win, methinks."
Jim shrugged. "Suits me jus' fine."
Quatre hadn't been paying attention to what was happening around him. He only knew that these two men had a knife, but he didn't know what they were going to do with it. He was mystified as to why he had been turned around, and had no clue what was about to happen to him. Duo and Heero, who did, sat unable to help Quatre. Heero acted as if nothing about it bothered him, but Duo was in a semi-state of shock. He clenched his fists together and tried to fight back tears as he watched the man, Jim, lower the knife down upon Quatre's exposed back to draw the board. It seemed that the White Room would soon be stained a dark red.
A.N. Thanks to everybody for all the reviews.all eight of them! Heh, sorry. I'm just really excited that people are reading this, and enjoying it. I'm having a lot of fun writing this, too, so it all works out.
~Lady V.