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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The soldier entered again and roughly put Quatre's shirt back on him, which triggered a groan from the near unconscious form. He received a swift punch in the face and came back to his full senses again. He was tied in his original position again, arms behind his back. The soldier left and it didn't take long for the next person to enter.
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Quatre looked up as the door opened again. There was something different about him now, and a cold flame of hate burned in his soul, and was shown in his eyes. When he saw the new person was a woman, he glared at her. "So now they're letting females in? What did I do? Kill your boyfriend? Whoever it was, I'm sure he was as much of a slut as you are!"
Cassie gave a sharp intake. This wasn't the Quatre she had known. But, he was under much different circumstances. She went over to him, knelt, and cupped cool hands around his feverish face.
Quatre looked up at her, wonder in his eyes. "Who are you?"
Tears in her eyes, and voice cracking, she looked him straight in the eyes. "It's me…Cassie."
Quatre's heart jolted. His sister was here? "What…are you doing here?" Now that the flame had burnt down some, the pain was returning. A tear leaked out of his eye and he turned pale again with pain. He wasn't able to hold himself up any longer, and collapsed into Cassie's arms. She held him up tenderly, stroking his hair. Tears fell unchecked down her face. "Oh, Quatre, what have they done to you?"
He closed his eyes as a fresh bolt of pain seared his back. "I…Don't know. Look at my back…what did they…do…to me?"
Duo and Heero were transfixed by the scene before them. Quatre had a sister? She was here? Duo let out a low whistle. "At least there's someone in these places that doesn't hate us." They both stared out at the two figured huddled together in the room below.
Cassie gently lifted up Quatre's shirt, and gasped in shock. She ripped off a piece of her own shirt, and dipped in into the bucket in the corner. The one with water used for waking up people who had falling unconscious. She wiped Quatre's back gently with it, cringing every time he did. As soon as the blood was gone and Quatre's back was clean, she gently placed his shirt back on. By that time, his breathing had slightly evened out, but his face was still very pale. Cassie came around front again and let Quatre relax in her arms. He looked up at her. "What did they…do to me?" he whispered.
Cassie's eyes filled with tears. "They…they…Oh, Quatre, it's awful!"
He looked into her eyes. "Please…I have to know."
Taking a deep breath, Cassie summoned up the courage to tell her little brother what his tormentors had done to him. "They played…a game of…tic- tac-toe on your back…with that knife." She turned from him, not sure she could stand the look on his face.
Quatre went numb with shock. A game of tic-tac-toe? Why are these people so heartless and cruel? How. . .how could this happen? I'm only fighting to protect them. He looked up at his sister's now tearstained face. "Will I have it for life?"
She looked down at him and nodded sadly. The marks are very deep and…I don't think you'll get healing soon enough to have them taken away. Quatre…I'm not sure you'll get healing at all."
Quatre sighed. "I'm sure that Duo…Or Trowa maybe…will help me out. I'm sure of it!"
Cassie stared down at her brother. Could he really not know? About. . .tomorrow? Her heart broke with the prospect of having to tell him. "Quatre…they'll have to move quickly if they hope to rescue you. You know about tom—" Her voice broke, and she was unable to continue.
Quatre looked at her intently. "What about tomorrow?"
"You don't know? Oh…Quatre…"
"Please…tell me?"
"Tomorrow…tomorrow…oh Quatre! Tomorrow they execute you."
Quatre blinked once, then shrugged, wincing as he did. "I'm not afraid…of it. It'll only last a second…no pain is involved…at all."
"No…Quatre…they don't plan to kill you in that manner. They're going to…"
"To what?"
"To…to…hang you…without weights…" she broke down sobbing.
Quatre couldn't believe his ears. Hanged? Without weights? He swallowed his fear, and comforted his sister. "Don't worry…Duo or somebody will…help me before…then. I'm sure…they won't let me…down." In truth, he didn't believe a word of it, but he had to comfort Cassie.
Up in the observation room, Duo clenched his fists and swallowed. Quatre couldn't have that much trust in him. It just made him feel that if he didn't end up rescuing his friend, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. He sighed and leaned his head on the glass.
Cassie was still holding up Quatre when there was a knock of the door. She hissed, "play along," then raised her fist and made as if to punch Quatre. He saw what she was doing and pretended to flinch with pain.
The door opened, and the soldier poked his head in. "I'm sorry, but you're out of time. Please finish up, and come outside so the men waiting out here don't get mad."
Cassie smiled sweetly and nodded. "Thanks. I'll be out in a minute." She winked at the young man, and continued in her sweetest voice. "If you let me have a few extra minutes, I'll see what I'm doing next Saturday."
The soldier turned red and mumbled something, nodded his head, and left the room.
Cassie turned back to Quatre, who was staring at her in amazement. "Those looks of yours…must really…cause problems wherever…you go, huh? Do you really mean to go on…a date…with him?"
"No, I'm just going to check my calendar. Never said anything about a date. Where did you get that idea?" She smiled sadly.
Quatre smiled and shook his head. "But you do have…to go now. I don't want you to…get in trouble because…of me. Remember…I chose this life…on my own."
Tears in her eyes, Cassie leaned down and hugged Quatre once more, kissing his forehead. "You really think those others will help you?" He nodded. "Then goodbye, for now. I love you Quatre." She left the room.
Quatre hung his head and felt himself start to cry.
The next man, the one that Cassie had beat in the contest, walked in. Without saying a word, he pulled back his arm and let the punch fly towards Quatre's face.
A.N. Wow…I'm really falling behind in my writing. If there are any long periods of time where this isn't updated…it'll be because I've got homework, or I'm working on the next chapter. If the case is the latter, it shouldn't take really too long…the chapters tend to be rather short, don't they? Sorry about that.
~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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The soldier entered again and roughly put Quatre's shirt back on him, which triggered a groan from the near unconscious form. He received a swift punch in the face and came back to his full senses again. He was tied in his original position again, arms behind his back. The soldier left and it didn't take long for the next person to enter.
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Quatre looked up as the door opened again. There was something different about him now, and a cold flame of hate burned in his soul, and was shown in his eyes. When he saw the new person was a woman, he glared at her. "So now they're letting females in? What did I do? Kill your boyfriend? Whoever it was, I'm sure he was as much of a slut as you are!"
Cassie gave a sharp intake. This wasn't the Quatre she had known. But, he was under much different circumstances. She went over to him, knelt, and cupped cool hands around his feverish face.
Quatre looked up at her, wonder in his eyes. "Who are you?"
Tears in her eyes, and voice cracking, she looked him straight in the eyes. "It's me…Cassie."
Quatre's heart jolted. His sister was here? "What…are you doing here?" Now that the flame had burnt down some, the pain was returning. A tear leaked out of his eye and he turned pale again with pain. He wasn't able to hold himself up any longer, and collapsed into Cassie's arms. She held him up tenderly, stroking his hair. Tears fell unchecked down her face. "Oh, Quatre, what have they done to you?"
He closed his eyes as a fresh bolt of pain seared his back. "I…Don't know. Look at my back…what did they…do…to me?"
Duo and Heero were transfixed by the scene before them. Quatre had a sister? She was here? Duo let out a low whistle. "At least there's someone in these places that doesn't hate us." They both stared out at the two figured huddled together in the room below.
Cassie gently lifted up Quatre's shirt, and gasped in shock. She ripped off a piece of her own shirt, and dipped in into the bucket in the corner. The one with water used for waking up people who had falling unconscious. She wiped Quatre's back gently with it, cringing every time he did. As soon as the blood was gone and Quatre's back was clean, she gently placed his shirt back on. By that time, his breathing had slightly evened out, but his face was still very pale. Cassie came around front again and let Quatre relax in her arms. He looked up at her. "What did they…do to me?" he whispered.
Cassie's eyes filled with tears. "They…they…Oh, Quatre, it's awful!"
He looked into her eyes. "Please…I have to know."
Taking a deep breath, Cassie summoned up the courage to tell her little brother what his tormentors had done to him. "They played…a game of…tic- tac-toe on your back…with that knife." She turned from him, not sure she could stand the look on his face.
Quatre went numb with shock. A game of tic-tac-toe? Why are these people so heartless and cruel? How. . .how could this happen? I'm only fighting to protect them. He looked up at his sister's now tearstained face. "Will I have it for life?"
She looked down at him and nodded sadly. The marks are very deep and…I don't think you'll get healing soon enough to have them taken away. Quatre…I'm not sure you'll get healing at all."
Quatre sighed. "I'm sure that Duo…Or Trowa maybe…will help me out. I'm sure of it!"
Cassie stared down at her brother. Could he really not know? About. . .tomorrow? Her heart broke with the prospect of having to tell him. "Quatre…they'll have to move quickly if they hope to rescue you. You know about tom—" Her voice broke, and she was unable to continue.
Quatre looked at her intently. "What about tomorrow?"
"You don't know? Oh…Quatre…"
"Please…tell me?"
"Tomorrow…tomorrow…oh Quatre! Tomorrow they execute you."
Quatre blinked once, then shrugged, wincing as he did. "I'm not afraid…of it. It'll only last a second…no pain is involved…at all."
"No…Quatre…they don't plan to kill you in that manner. They're going to…"
"To what?"
"To…to…hang you…without weights…" she broke down sobbing.
Quatre couldn't believe his ears. Hanged? Without weights? He swallowed his fear, and comforted his sister. "Don't worry…Duo or somebody will…help me before…then. I'm sure…they won't let me…down." In truth, he didn't believe a word of it, but he had to comfort Cassie.
Up in the observation room, Duo clenched his fists and swallowed. Quatre couldn't have that much trust in him. It just made him feel that if he didn't end up rescuing his friend, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. He sighed and leaned his head on the glass.
Cassie was still holding up Quatre when there was a knock of the door. She hissed, "play along," then raised her fist and made as if to punch Quatre. He saw what she was doing and pretended to flinch with pain.
The door opened, and the soldier poked his head in. "I'm sorry, but you're out of time. Please finish up, and come outside so the men waiting out here don't get mad."
Cassie smiled sweetly and nodded. "Thanks. I'll be out in a minute." She winked at the young man, and continued in her sweetest voice. "If you let me have a few extra minutes, I'll see what I'm doing next Saturday."
The soldier turned red and mumbled something, nodded his head, and left the room.
Cassie turned back to Quatre, who was staring at her in amazement. "Those looks of yours…must really…cause problems wherever…you go, huh? Do you really mean to go on…a date…with him?"
"No, I'm just going to check my calendar. Never said anything about a date. Where did you get that idea?" She smiled sadly.
Quatre smiled and shook his head. "But you do have…to go now. I don't want you to…get in trouble because…of me. Remember…I chose this life…on my own."
Tears in her eyes, Cassie leaned down and hugged Quatre once more, kissing his forehead. "You really think those others will help you?" He nodded. "Then goodbye, for now. I love you Quatre." She left the room.
Quatre hung his head and felt himself start to cry.
The next man, the one that Cassie had beat in the contest, walked in. Without saying a word, he pulled back his arm and let the punch fly towards Quatre's face.
A.N. Wow…I'm really falling behind in my writing. If there are any long periods of time where this isn't updated…it'll be because I've got homework, or I'm working on the next chapter. If the case is the latter, it shouldn't take really too long…the chapters tend to be rather short, don't they? Sorry about that.
~Lady V.