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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Shivering, Quatre pulled his arms up around himself and leaned back against the wall, resting his head on his knees. Had anyone been watching the silent boy, they would have never known he was crying but for the slight movement of his shoulders.
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"Kill the Gundam! Kill the Gundam!" The crowd was going wild with bloodlust, chanting the same line over and over. The Chief walked up to the platform where the gallows had been set up. "Ladies and Gentlemen! I beg of you to be quiet, for at this very moment my men are bringing the pilot over here for the execution! Please be patient and wait just a few more minutes!"
In the alley where they waited, Duo and Heero watched as the Chief drew the crowd into a frenzy. Duo clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Man…I didn't know they hated us that much!"
Heero nodded. "It just goes to show how powerful OZ really is."
They failed somehow to notice the two guards that walked around the corner behind them, and were both grabbed from behind. A wild struggle followed…with the OZ soldiers at the advantage. It took several minutes before Duo and Heero were able to whirl around and face their foes.
Quatre had fallen into a restless sleep, dreaming about the next day. He didn't dream about his death or anything related to that. He dreamt about Cassie…and the knowledge that he'd lied to her. Duo would have maybe found out about the execution, but there was nothing he could do about it at this point. Heero wouldn't care at all about the whole thing…he only cared about following out orders. Heero's voice invaded Quatre's brain as he remembered those famous words, "mission accomplished."
The door opened with a bang, and Quatre's head snapped up, dragging him out of his pitiful excuse for sleep. He welcomed the interuption…his sister's face, full of pain and sorrow, hurt him even more than the wounds he had received.
Three soldiers were looking down at him, all grinning. One of them had a rope, and Quatre pressed himself up against the wall as much as possible, not wanting to know what they planned to do with it. He found out soon.
The man to the right of the one holding the rope bent down and grabbed Quatre's hands, pulling them above his head. The rope was quickly tied around them, so tight it almost cut off circulation to his hands.
The men pulled on the rope, jerking Quatre to his feet and almost dislocating one of his arms. Stumbling to his feet, the tired Quatre was half pulled along after the men out into the hallway. Once he stepped out of the hidden cell, Quatre was pushed to the ground by one of the soldiers. They proceeded to drag him down the hallway, like some meal that they had caught. When they reached stairs, one of the three lifted Quatre roughly up by his feet, while his arms were still pulled by the rope. Breathing heavily through his nose, Quatre clamped his mouth shut and bit his tongue to stop from crying out. At the bottom of the stairs, the pulling was resumed.
Heero and Duo fought with all their might to subdue the two soldiers, but were having a hard time with it. The struggle continued, with no side having any visible advantage. The man Duo was fighting grabbed him in a headlock, but Duo kicked the man's feet out from under him, knocking him to the ground. With a grunt, the soldier reached up and pulled on Duo's braid, which was hanging over the American's shoulder. Duo snarled at the man as he was brought to his knees, and the two continued to wrestle on the ground. Heero and the guard he was battling with were having more of a show-down of strength. Their palms were locked together and they were pushing against each other, each trying to shove the other into the wall.
A cheer suddenly erupted from the crowd, and the only conclusion the Gundam pilots could come to was that their comrade was now in their sight. They had to hurry.
A.N. Sorry about the shortness of this chapter.
I just wanna remind people that I'm making this story for my own amusement…and to see what others think of it. It's actually pretty watered down from the original. That one involved the merging of two TV shows and Quatre being from another race and the younger brother of a character in another show. In that version, he actually does die several times only to be brought back to life. It's been really hard to cut out all of that stuff, Heero and Duo were being held captive by aliens. I was trying to make this as normal as possible, and I just have to try harder, I guess.
~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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Shivering, Quatre pulled his arms up around himself and leaned back against the wall, resting his head on his knees. Had anyone been watching the silent boy, they would have never known he was crying but for the slight movement of his shoulders.
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"Kill the Gundam! Kill the Gundam!" The crowd was going wild with bloodlust, chanting the same line over and over. The Chief walked up to the platform where the gallows had been set up. "Ladies and Gentlemen! I beg of you to be quiet, for at this very moment my men are bringing the pilot over here for the execution! Please be patient and wait just a few more minutes!"
In the alley where they waited, Duo and Heero watched as the Chief drew the crowd into a frenzy. Duo clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Man…I didn't know they hated us that much!"
Heero nodded. "It just goes to show how powerful OZ really is."
They failed somehow to notice the two guards that walked around the corner behind them, and were both grabbed from behind. A wild struggle followed…with the OZ soldiers at the advantage. It took several minutes before Duo and Heero were able to whirl around and face their foes.
Quatre had fallen into a restless sleep, dreaming about the next day. He didn't dream about his death or anything related to that. He dreamt about Cassie…and the knowledge that he'd lied to her. Duo would have maybe found out about the execution, but there was nothing he could do about it at this point. Heero wouldn't care at all about the whole thing…he only cared about following out orders. Heero's voice invaded Quatre's brain as he remembered those famous words, "mission accomplished."
The door opened with a bang, and Quatre's head snapped up, dragging him out of his pitiful excuse for sleep. He welcomed the interuption…his sister's face, full of pain and sorrow, hurt him even more than the wounds he had received.
Three soldiers were looking down at him, all grinning. One of them had a rope, and Quatre pressed himself up against the wall as much as possible, not wanting to know what they planned to do with it. He found out soon.
The man to the right of the one holding the rope bent down and grabbed Quatre's hands, pulling them above his head. The rope was quickly tied around them, so tight it almost cut off circulation to his hands.
The men pulled on the rope, jerking Quatre to his feet and almost dislocating one of his arms. Stumbling to his feet, the tired Quatre was half pulled along after the men out into the hallway. Once he stepped out of the hidden cell, Quatre was pushed to the ground by one of the soldiers. They proceeded to drag him down the hallway, like some meal that they had caught. When they reached stairs, one of the three lifted Quatre roughly up by his feet, while his arms were still pulled by the rope. Breathing heavily through his nose, Quatre clamped his mouth shut and bit his tongue to stop from crying out. At the bottom of the stairs, the pulling was resumed.
Heero and Duo fought with all their might to subdue the two soldiers, but were having a hard time with it. The struggle continued, with no side having any visible advantage. The man Duo was fighting grabbed him in a headlock, but Duo kicked the man's feet out from under him, knocking him to the ground. With a grunt, the soldier reached up and pulled on Duo's braid, which was hanging over the American's shoulder. Duo snarled at the man as he was brought to his knees, and the two continued to wrestle on the ground. Heero and the guard he was battling with were having more of a show-down of strength. Their palms were locked together and they were pushing against each other, each trying to shove the other into the wall.
A cheer suddenly erupted from the crowd, and the only conclusion the Gundam pilots could come to was that their comrade was now in their sight. They had to hurry.
A.N. Sorry about the shortness of this chapter.
I just wanna remind people that I'm making this story for my own amusement…and to see what others think of it. It's actually pretty watered down from the original. That one involved the merging of two TV shows and Quatre being from another race and the younger brother of a character in another show. In that version, he actually does die several times only to be brought back to life. It's been really hard to cut out all of that stuff, Heero and Duo were being held captive by aliens. I was trying to make this as normal as possible, and I just have to try harder, I guess.
~Lady V.