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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He held the cool end of the nail in both hands now, and with over exaggerated precision, brought it down upon Quatre's back.
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Quatre could feel the heat from the nail where it rested millimeters from his bare skin. The Soldier spoke. "Now, Zero Four, tell us where your friends are and we'll just hang you. Make things a lot easier." Quatre couldn't do anything but shake his head. Talking hurt too much with his bruised ribcage. The soldier snarled. "Tell me! Tell me now, or I'll make you eat this nail!" Very slowly, his side hurting with every word, Quatre managed to say, "I…don't know…where they…are." He was rewarded a kick in the back of his leg for his troubles. The Soldier was used to getting what he wanted. "Tell me this instant!" To focus his mind away from the events around him, Quatre looked over the heads of the crowd at the colony's "sky" but something caught his attention. Movement. In an ally. Focusing his attention on it…It was Heero and Duo! But they were fighting OZ guards, and having a heck of a time with it. For a second, Quatre wondered why no one had noticed them. Then he realized it was in such an unnoticed place, that it would be a surprise if anyone really did see them. Duo looked up, and caught Quatre's eye. They stared at each other for an instant, in which Quatre's heart was filled with fear. He now knew where they were! What if…what if he were too weak to put up with the torture? What if he gave Duo and Heero away, to their certain deaths? No. He couldn't. He had to be strong, like his father had been. He and Duo both knew it, and Duo knew his situation was becoming more dangerous. One slip up from Quatre, and that was it. Quatre tore his gaze away from Duo's, and Duo returned to fighting. Duo…don't get hurt. I'm not worth it. Just escape while you can…while their attention is focused on me! Quatre sent out the silent plea, hoping that Duo might hear it, or Heero maybe. Please Duo, just don't get ca-- A scream filled his ears, and it took a few seconds for him to realize it was his own. The nail had made contact with his back.
The pain was blinding, breathtaking, his skin was being burnt away. The smell of burning flesh was strong, and it only made the crowd drunk with glee. The soldier was in his element, pressing the nail further into the wounds on Quatre's back. "Tell me where the others are," he hissed. Quatre ran out of air, but his lungs still fought to scream. He would die from lack of air before he was hung. Despite everything, he managed the smallest of small smiles. It was ironic. Gasping for breath, Quatre got his voice under control, and was able to quiet his screams down by clenching his teeth together. In between gasps, he was able to answer the soldier. "I'm…not…going…to…tell…you…" The soldier was very displeased, but shrugged and took the nail away. Quatre opened his eyes in shock, wondering what was going on. The crowd was cheering, and the smell of hot metal was getting stronger. Great…he's reheating it. The soldier came back and placed his hand on Quatre's shoulder, pushing down. The boy fought for breath as his air supply was cut off by the noose. The man relented on the noose, but wasn't ready to quite his fun quite yet. The nail had been reheated, and had no time to cool off, like the last round. The guard smiled and pushed the nail deep into the K that had been engraved on the Arabian's back. Quatre thought nothing could be more painful than the last encounter with the nail. He was wrong.
Duo looked up as Quatre screamed. The first time he had been touched by the nail, the scream hadn't been this bad. It was quieter, shorter, less…harsh. This time, the scream was bone-chilling. It didn't stop. Duo put all his anger at what was happening to his friend into a single punch, and knocked one of the soldiers out. "One down, three to go," he said grimly. They had to hurry.
A.N. *evil giggle* Oh, how I love the pain here.
Please R&R!! I changed the "no anonymous posts" thing, so if you're reading this and can't log in you can now review! I didn't even know I had that on. Lol, Sorry!
~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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He held the cool end of the nail in both hands now, and with over exaggerated precision, brought it down upon Quatre's back.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Quatre could feel the heat from the nail where it rested millimeters from his bare skin. The Soldier spoke. "Now, Zero Four, tell us where your friends are and we'll just hang you. Make things a lot easier." Quatre couldn't do anything but shake his head. Talking hurt too much with his bruised ribcage. The soldier snarled. "Tell me! Tell me now, or I'll make you eat this nail!" Very slowly, his side hurting with every word, Quatre managed to say, "I…don't know…where they…are." He was rewarded a kick in the back of his leg for his troubles. The Soldier was used to getting what he wanted. "Tell me this instant!" To focus his mind away from the events around him, Quatre looked over the heads of the crowd at the colony's "sky" but something caught his attention. Movement. In an ally. Focusing his attention on it…It was Heero and Duo! But they were fighting OZ guards, and having a heck of a time with it. For a second, Quatre wondered why no one had noticed them. Then he realized it was in such an unnoticed place, that it would be a surprise if anyone really did see them. Duo looked up, and caught Quatre's eye. They stared at each other for an instant, in which Quatre's heart was filled with fear. He now knew where they were! What if…what if he were too weak to put up with the torture? What if he gave Duo and Heero away, to their certain deaths? No. He couldn't. He had to be strong, like his father had been. He and Duo both knew it, and Duo knew his situation was becoming more dangerous. One slip up from Quatre, and that was it. Quatre tore his gaze away from Duo's, and Duo returned to fighting. Duo…don't get hurt. I'm not worth it. Just escape while you can…while their attention is focused on me! Quatre sent out the silent plea, hoping that Duo might hear it, or Heero maybe. Please Duo, just don't get ca-- A scream filled his ears, and it took a few seconds for him to realize it was his own. The nail had made contact with his back.
The pain was blinding, breathtaking, his skin was being burnt away. The smell of burning flesh was strong, and it only made the crowd drunk with glee. The soldier was in his element, pressing the nail further into the wounds on Quatre's back. "Tell me where the others are," he hissed. Quatre ran out of air, but his lungs still fought to scream. He would die from lack of air before he was hung. Despite everything, he managed the smallest of small smiles. It was ironic. Gasping for breath, Quatre got his voice under control, and was able to quiet his screams down by clenching his teeth together. In between gasps, he was able to answer the soldier. "I'm…not…going…to…tell…you…" The soldier was very displeased, but shrugged and took the nail away. Quatre opened his eyes in shock, wondering what was going on. The crowd was cheering, and the smell of hot metal was getting stronger. Great…he's reheating it. The soldier came back and placed his hand on Quatre's shoulder, pushing down. The boy fought for breath as his air supply was cut off by the noose. The man relented on the noose, but wasn't ready to quite his fun quite yet. The nail had been reheated, and had no time to cool off, like the last round. The guard smiled and pushed the nail deep into the K that had been engraved on the Arabian's back. Quatre thought nothing could be more painful than the last encounter with the nail. He was wrong.
Duo looked up as Quatre screamed. The first time he had been touched by the nail, the scream hadn't been this bad. It was quieter, shorter, less…harsh. This time, the scream was bone-chilling. It didn't stop. Duo put all his anger at what was happening to his friend into a single punch, and knocked one of the soldiers out. "One down, three to go," he said grimly. They had to hurry.
A.N. *evil giggle* Oh, how I love the pain here.
Please R&R!! I changed the "no anonymous posts" thing, so if you're reading this and can't log in you can now review! I didn't even know I had that on. Lol, Sorry!
~Lady V.