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 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.
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Quatre winced and clenched his teeth together as the door opened. A loud cheering met his ears, and he opened his eyes. The sight shocked him. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of people were standing in the streets, in alleyways, and every nook and cranny possible, screaming and shouting as he was dragged out into the sun.
"Kill the Gundam!" was the cry still being favored my the crowd, but there were a few others mixed in. "Hang him! Hang him!" and "Death to Pilots!" were the next most common.
Quatre again tried to stand up, but was knocked to the ground. The soldiers pulled him along over the concrete roads through the crowds. Some aimed kicks at him, and many shouted profanity as he went by.
The trip seemed like it took forever, but Quatre finally felt himself being hauled up a few steps. Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was a rope. A rope with a noose on the end. Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and the boy tried to mentally prepare himself for the pain that was to come.
His body was jerked upright and his hands were untied, only to be retied behind his back. Laughing, the soldier ripped his shirt off again, and those who could see his back gasped, then applauded and cheered. To Quatre, his back felt wet. The wounds must have reopened, if they had ever closed at all. He protested at the rough noose that was slid around his neck, causing it to itch. The smell of smoke drifted through his nose, and Quatre's confused brain thought he was going to be burnt alive. He struggled wildly with his hands, trying to free them. Someone kicked his feet, and he slipped. He didn't make the ground, though. His neck caught around the rope for a second and an immense pain shot through his head. Getting himself under control and standing upright again, Quatre looked around for the source of the smoke that had caused him to panic. There, right behind him, were three OZ officials holding a very long nail into a fire. The fire was in a small grill, one that Soldiers used to cook dinner when on the Earth. The nail held into the fire was white-hot, and starting to melt. The man holding it pulled it out and held it above his head. "People of this colony! We know how glad you are to see the death of a hated Gundam Pilot!" The crowd cheered, and the man waited for the noise to die down. "For your amusement, we are going to try and get Pilot Number Four to tell us were the others are, using as ancient form of torture. Please, don't get your hopes up too much, as we are not sure Number Four will tell us anything. But we certainly will try! Now watch and see as we bring back to life the method of information gathering that was used thousands of years ago!" The crowd cheered and screamed, rushing forward to get a better view of the boy that was about to undergo an extreme amount of pain.
Heero and Duo finally beat the two soldiers they were fighting against, but Lady Luck was not with them. Four others had come looking for their comrades. Duo looked over at Heero. "Well Heero…I see we've got our hands full once more." Heero only nodded, and took a classic fighting pose as the soldiers rushed them.
The man who had made the announcement to the crowd about trying to extract information from Quatre was now slowly advancing on the helpless figure. Quatre looked at him with pleading eyes, begging for it all to end. The pain was so great that tears fell from his eyes, though he managed to stop from crying out loud. The man reached Quatre and, with the hand unoccupied by the searing nail, roughly jerked Quatre around so he was facing the boy's back. He held the cool end of the nail in both hands now, and with over exaggerated precision, brought it down upon Quatre's back.
A.N. Y'know…I think I already ended a chapter like this. When the knife was being brought down…oh well.
I just thought of this chapter and the events in it a few days ago…so it doesn't really fit into the story very well. 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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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.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Quatre winced and clenched his teeth together as the door opened. A loud cheering met his ears, and he opened his eyes. The sight shocked him. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of people were standing in the streets, in alleyways, and every nook and cranny possible, screaming and shouting as he was dragged out into the sun.
"Kill the Gundam!" was the cry still being favored my the crowd, but there were a few others mixed in. "Hang him! Hang him!" and "Death to Pilots!" were the next most common.
Quatre again tried to stand up, but was knocked to the ground. The soldiers pulled him along over the concrete roads through the crowds. Some aimed kicks at him, and many shouted profanity as he went by.
The trip seemed like it took forever, but Quatre finally felt himself being hauled up a few steps. Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was a rope. A rope with a noose on the end. Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and the boy tried to mentally prepare himself for the pain that was to come.
His body was jerked upright and his hands were untied, only to be retied behind his back. Laughing, the soldier ripped his shirt off again, and those who could see his back gasped, then applauded and cheered. To Quatre, his back felt wet. The wounds must have reopened, if they had ever closed at all. He protested at the rough noose that was slid around his neck, causing it to itch. The smell of smoke drifted through his nose, and Quatre's confused brain thought he was going to be burnt alive. He struggled wildly with his hands, trying to free them. Someone kicked his feet, and he slipped. He didn't make the ground, though. His neck caught around the rope for a second and an immense pain shot through his head. Getting himself under control and standing upright again, Quatre looked around for the source of the smoke that had caused him to panic. There, right behind him, were three OZ officials holding a very long nail into a fire. The fire was in a small grill, one that Soldiers used to cook dinner when on the Earth. The nail held into the fire was white-hot, and starting to melt. The man holding it pulled it out and held it above his head. "People of this colony! We know how glad you are to see the death of a hated Gundam Pilot!" The crowd cheered, and the man waited for the noise to die down. "For your amusement, we are going to try and get Pilot Number Four to tell us were the others are, using as ancient form of torture. Please, don't get your hopes up too much, as we are not sure Number Four will tell us anything. But we certainly will try! Now watch and see as we bring back to life the method of information gathering that was used thousands of years ago!" The crowd cheered and screamed, rushing forward to get a better view of the boy that was about to undergo an extreme amount of pain.
Heero and Duo finally beat the two soldiers they were fighting against, but Lady Luck was not with them. Four others had come looking for their comrades. Duo looked over at Heero. "Well Heero…I see we've got our hands full once more." Heero only nodded, and took a classic fighting pose as the soldiers rushed them.
The man who had made the announcement to the crowd about trying to extract information from Quatre was now slowly advancing on the helpless figure. Quatre looked at him with pleading eyes, begging for it all to end. The pain was so great that tears fell from his eyes, though he managed to stop from crying out loud. The man reached Quatre and, with the hand unoccupied by the searing nail, roughly jerked Quatre around so he was facing the boy's back. He held the cool end of the nail in both hands now, and with over exaggerated precision, brought it down upon Quatre's back.
A.N. Y'know…I think I already ended a chapter like this. When the knife was being brought down…oh well.
I just thought of this chapter and the events in it a few days ago…so it doesn't really fit into the story very well. Sorry about that.
~Lady V.