PART III
Duo looked out the window of the shuttle down at Earth, it wouldn't be much longer and they would be at L3.
"I hope he got back." Duo sighed, he had not heard from Mike, but maybe that was a good thing. But the more and more he thought about it; the more and more he felt that something had happened to his brother.
"Duo, don't worry he's probably at home right now in his bed asleep. We need to concentrate on the mission we will be ambushing the entire fleet of mobile dolls just before their decent. We must all be an asset and work together or everyone down there will die." Jade said.
"Duo, it'll be okay." Heero touched his face, "I promise."
Heero always knew how to make things better for him. It was strange he was never so concerned about anyone, except him. Around everyone else he was, well, an ass. He never showed his emotions, Duo knew him better than anyone in the Universe did, so he thought any way.
Daya, who had again been knocked unconscious, found himself in yet again another room. This time, however, he was covered with a blanket, on a bed. A Hospital bed.
'Oh no it wasn't a dream shit.I'm in the hospital!'
"Daya your awake, are you alright?" It was Ms. Murry.
'Great I wonder how much she knows, did the butler tell anything? Oh wait the butler's dead, maybe they'll never find out why I was there in the first place.'
Of course Ms. Murry would press charges. He vaguely remembered cops, so who rescued him maybe Duo. He looked at his arm an IV was pumping fluids into him. But Duo wouldn't have called the cops. He had a heart monitor on, he must have been worse off then he thought. The Doctor came in.
"Hello Daya, we are glad to have you back with us."
"How long was I out." He tried to rise up but sudden pain shot through his body. "Ahhhhh!"
"Stay still now, you've been through a lot, you don't want to rip your stitches." The Doctor said.
"Stitches.Surgery?" He felt his stomach, touching a thick bandage, he became nauseous.
"Yes, you had internal bleeding. Not to mention the big cut in your face, that one should heal pretty fast, it may leave a scar though. Ms. Murry, can you step out of the room for a moment, we need to question him."
She nodded and left, she went downstairs to the cafeteria.
"Question me?" Daya looked at the doctor nervously, "about what happened?"
"Yes, we need a statement from you, we have to know what happened. You are a, well the only witness to the murder, not to mention a victim yourself, but he will get off lighter with just the charges brought against him from yourself and Ms. Murry."
"So, it doesn't matter. And besides I didn't even see the murder I just heard it."
"Why don't you talk to the officer about what you heard."
A police officer came toward the bed.
"Daya you're the victim and the witness, you most likely will have to testify against this man, we need to know what happened from your view."
"I was out most of the time.. Unconscious "
"Yes I know, tell me what happened while you were awake."
"What happened? A man was killed and a boy was rapped!"
"Yes we know that, but we need more than that from you."
"Why!? You have fingerprints and I know it is not impossible for you to get semen samples, why is that not enough?"
"Well Daya, we know he killed his butler but your fingerprints were on the knife. You are a suspect."
"If you know he did it then why am I a suspect!?" Daya was getting stressed out, this was pathetic wasn't it obvious he didn't kill anybody he was chained to a steel table! Matters were continuously getting worse.
"Because his defense attorney will use that against you. You will have an attorney of course. You don't have to tell me everything but if you want to keep from risking getting blamed for a crime you didn't commit she'll have to know everything." The police officer left on that note so as not to stress Daya out any more.
THE NEXT DAY
Daya had been released the following morning, Ms. Murry, insisted he meet with his attorney immediately. They went at six o'clock.
"Hello Daya, I'm Miss Hepfield, How 'bout you and me have a little talk."
"About what?" He looked at her, she was in her late forties she seemed nice.
"I think you know exactly what about, why don't you tell me?"
"You mean, why I was in the hospital?"
"Uh hu, before you go on, your being recorded, don't worry no one else will here a word of it except you and me."
"I suppose you know, don't you, I mean you were in here talking to Ms. Murry for a half an hour did she not tell you anything?"
"Yes, but you have not told anyone what went on in the house." She studied him for a moment. "Why were you there to begin with Daya?"
"Business, he paid me thirty dollars a week to do yard work."
"Really Daya? Ms. Murry never mentioned anything about you working for someone. I don't think that is why Daya. Was Bruen expecting you?"
"Well of course he was I was picking up my weekly pay."
"Daya, be truthful to yourself, and to me, so that I can help you. Why were you there? Was it really business?"
"I told you why I was there! Believe me or not, Ms. Murry didn't know I was working for him because she's hardly home until nine at night! I had been doing the work for him since last summer!"
"Daya tell the truth. This is going to court in a week, I know it's hard going through something like this, but your going to have to prove that he did it. I know there should be enough evidence against him, but he's going to say things and if you don't tell them what happened then he may get set free."
"Why were you there, I know it was the first time you'd ever been there. They have to know more, than you were just raped.And besides that your fingerprints were on the murder weapon, why?"
"It's not the first time." He said barely audible
"What?. Daya, what do you mean has he done this before?"
"No, I didn't mean anything okay."
"Have other people done this to you?" She just realized this was deeper than just getting him to tell a judge what went on,.
Daya did not answer her.
"Okay then back to the main question," she decided to hit on that one another day, " Why were your prints on the murder weapon?"
"I don't know he must have planted them there or something, I swear I never touched it. Besides that, it was the same knife that he used to cut my face with just a few seconds before he killed James."
"Good. Now again why were you there?"
"Fine I never did yard work for him, but I was there on business."
"What kind of business? Were you doing something illegal?" She didn't get an answer, she made a mental note. "Daya look, if you were he will probably tell his lawyer and that will go against you too. He will still get away with some charges but he will be sure to get you on something."
"I guess you can say it. It is.well sort of."
"Drugs?"
"No, not drugs."
"Daya you have to tell me."
He thought hard for a moment, what was worse doing jail time or telling the truth?
"Okay you want to know.you swear you will not tell Ms. Murry?"
"No, but if it is important the judge may find out."
He swallowed hard. "He was a new client of mine."
"Client, what do you mean?"
"Well.a John.."
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Drugs would have been easier, but this kid was a. "So what you are saying is that you're a."
"Prostitute."
Duo looked out the window of the shuttle down at Earth, it wouldn't be much longer and they would be at L3.
"I hope he got back." Duo sighed, he had not heard from Mike, but maybe that was a good thing. But the more and more he thought about it; the more and more he felt that something had happened to his brother.
"Duo, don't worry he's probably at home right now in his bed asleep. We need to concentrate on the mission we will be ambushing the entire fleet of mobile dolls just before their decent. We must all be an asset and work together or everyone down there will die." Jade said.
"Duo, it'll be okay." Heero touched his face, "I promise."
Heero always knew how to make things better for him. It was strange he was never so concerned about anyone, except him. Around everyone else he was, well, an ass. He never showed his emotions, Duo knew him better than anyone in the Universe did, so he thought any way.
Daya, who had again been knocked unconscious, found himself in yet again another room. This time, however, he was covered with a blanket, on a bed. A Hospital bed.
'Oh no it wasn't a dream shit.I'm in the hospital!'
"Daya your awake, are you alright?" It was Ms. Murry.
'Great I wonder how much she knows, did the butler tell anything? Oh wait the butler's dead, maybe they'll never find out why I was there in the first place.'
Of course Ms. Murry would press charges. He vaguely remembered cops, so who rescued him maybe Duo. He looked at his arm an IV was pumping fluids into him. But Duo wouldn't have called the cops. He had a heart monitor on, he must have been worse off then he thought. The Doctor came in.
"Hello Daya, we are glad to have you back with us."
"How long was I out." He tried to rise up but sudden pain shot through his body. "Ahhhhh!"
"Stay still now, you've been through a lot, you don't want to rip your stitches." The Doctor said.
"Stitches.Surgery?" He felt his stomach, touching a thick bandage, he became nauseous.
"Yes, you had internal bleeding. Not to mention the big cut in your face, that one should heal pretty fast, it may leave a scar though. Ms. Murry, can you step out of the room for a moment, we need to question him."
She nodded and left, she went downstairs to the cafeteria.
"Question me?" Daya looked at the doctor nervously, "about what happened?"
"Yes, we need a statement from you, we have to know what happened. You are a, well the only witness to the murder, not to mention a victim yourself, but he will get off lighter with just the charges brought against him from yourself and Ms. Murry."
"So, it doesn't matter. And besides I didn't even see the murder I just heard it."
"Why don't you talk to the officer about what you heard."
A police officer came toward the bed.
"Daya you're the victim and the witness, you most likely will have to testify against this man, we need to know what happened from your view."
"I was out most of the time.. Unconscious "
"Yes I know, tell me what happened while you were awake."
"What happened? A man was killed and a boy was rapped!"
"Yes we know that, but we need more than that from you."
"Why!? You have fingerprints and I know it is not impossible for you to get semen samples, why is that not enough?"
"Well Daya, we know he killed his butler but your fingerprints were on the knife. You are a suspect."
"If you know he did it then why am I a suspect!?" Daya was getting stressed out, this was pathetic wasn't it obvious he didn't kill anybody he was chained to a steel table! Matters were continuously getting worse.
"Because his defense attorney will use that against you. You will have an attorney of course. You don't have to tell me everything but if you want to keep from risking getting blamed for a crime you didn't commit she'll have to know everything." The police officer left on that note so as not to stress Daya out any more.
THE NEXT DAY
Daya had been released the following morning, Ms. Murry, insisted he meet with his attorney immediately. They went at six o'clock.
"Hello Daya, I'm Miss Hepfield, How 'bout you and me have a little talk."
"About what?" He looked at her, she was in her late forties she seemed nice.
"I think you know exactly what about, why don't you tell me?"
"You mean, why I was in the hospital?"
"Uh hu, before you go on, your being recorded, don't worry no one else will here a word of it except you and me."
"I suppose you know, don't you, I mean you were in here talking to Ms. Murry for a half an hour did she not tell you anything?"
"Yes, but you have not told anyone what went on in the house." She studied him for a moment. "Why were you there to begin with Daya?"
"Business, he paid me thirty dollars a week to do yard work."
"Really Daya? Ms. Murry never mentioned anything about you working for someone. I don't think that is why Daya. Was Bruen expecting you?"
"Well of course he was I was picking up my weekly pay."
"Daya, be truthful to yourself, and to me, so that I can help you. Why were you there? Was it really business?"
"I told you why I was there! Believe me or not, Ms. Murry didn't know I was working for him because she's hardly home until nine at night! I had been doing the work for him since last summer!"
"Daya tell the truth. This is going to court in a week, I know it's hard going through something like this, but your going to have to prove that he did it. I know there should be enough evidence against him, but he's going to say things and if you don't tell them what happened then he may get set free."
"Why were you there, I know it was the first time you'd ever been there. They have to know more, than you were just raped.And besides that your fingerprints were on the murder weapon, why?"
"It's not the first time." He said barely audible
"What?. Daya, what do you mean has he done this before?"
"No, I didn't mean anything okay."
"Have other people done this to you?" She just realized this was deeper than just getting him to tell a judge what went on,.
Daya did not answer her.
"Okay then back to the main question," she decided to hit on that one another day, " Why were your prints on the murder weapon?"
"I don't know he must have planted them there or something, I swear I never touched it. Besides that, it was the same knife that he used to cut my face with just a few seconds before he killed James."
"Good. Now again why were you there?"
"Fine I never did yard work for him, but I was there on business."
"What kind of business? Were you doing something illegal?" She didn't get an answer, she made a mental note. "Daya look, if you were he will probably tell his lawyer and that will go against you too. He will still get away with some charges but he will be sure to get you on something."
"I guess you can say it. It is.well sort of."
"Drugs?"
"No, not drugs."
"Daya you have to tell me."
He thought hard for a moment, what was worse doing jail time or telling the truth?
"Okay you want to know.you swear you will not tell Ms. Murry?"
"No, but if it is important the judge may find out."
He swallowed hard. "He was a new client of mine."
"Client, what do you mean?"
"Well.a John.."
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Drugs would have been easier, but this kid was a. "So what you are saying is that you're a."
"Prostitute."