And it's short as hell!!! Oh well. - -' Oh right, warnings. Blood, violence, and depressing themes. If you don't like the idea of your little Hee-chan being mutated, then I suggest you leave. ^^;;
Creation
[Chapter Three]
"Why do you think you're alone?"
Jeighden stiffened, lifting his head off his pillow and warily turning over in his bunk to face the direction of the voice. Heero sat directly across from him, cross legged on Donovan's bunk. "What?" Jeighden croaked, heavy signs of sleep still in his voice.
"You're here with so many people, yet in your dreams you whisper of your loneliness." Heero's voice was even, monotonous, and his eyes were cold as he stared into at Jeighden's.
"So many people?" Jeighden chuckled, "It's been just the four of us for as long as I can remember. Besides, the only real friend I have is Roy." Jeighden suddenly felt angry, angry at Heero for hearing what he'd said in his sleep and hurt by his own words, "What business do you have spying on me, anyway?" He spat. Heero's gaze remained neutral.
"You were crying. I merely came in to see what was wrong."
"Nothing's wrong. I'm fine. What time is it, did I sleep through lunch?" Jeighden asked, quickly changing the subject. Heero nodded.
"The others stopped working and went to the kitchen about twenty minutes ago. For the most part they ignored me, although the red-haired one kept giving me strange looks." Jeighden sat up in his bed, confused.
"What about Donovan? Did you see Donovan?"
"Only the red-haired one and the young one went into the kitchen." Heero told him. 'Donovan must still be working.' Jeighden thought. These thoughts brought him back to the fact that Heero was sitting on Donovan's bed.
"Let's get out of here." Jeighden suggested. He slid out of bed and adjusted his clothes, before walking towards the door and gesturing towards Heero to follow him. The creak of Donovan's bed as Heero slid from it told him that he was doing just that.
The boys walked the kitchen, Jeighden glancing around, trying to find Donovan somewhere in the big garage but he was nowhere in sight. He let out a sigh of relief as they reached the kitchen. He reached out to open the door, but it swung open before he could touch it, or rather slammed open, hitting his side painfully and knocking his small body to the ground. With a groan of pain he looked up and saw Donovan looming over him.
"Well jeez, at least help me up." Jeighden whined, rubbing his bruised side. He cringed when he saw that Donovan's gaze was not on him, but on Heero.
"So you're the new kid." He regarded Heero carefully. Heero nodded once, eyes locked with Donovan's. "I'm Donovan, I'm the second in command here after the doctor. You'll obey all my commands."
"I'll obey whom Dr. J tells me to obey." Jeighden's eyes widened. He was rebelling against Donovan? The kid was crazy!
It was silent for a couple moments, when Jeighden suddenly snapped out of his shock and stood up quickly, shielding Heero with his body as though Donovan were to strike him.
"C'mon Donovan, don't hurt him, he doesn't know what he's talking about. Just give him a few days and he- he'll learn the rules." Donovan's scowl seemed to increase with those words.
"Well somebody has to teach him the rules, if he's gonna learn 'em." At that Donovan effortlessly shoved Jeighden out of the way. He ignored Jeighden's yell of protest as he grabbed the front of Heero's shirt and lifted him off the floor with one fist.
"Release me and I will not harm you." Heero said calmly. Jeighden panicked; Heero was really going to get it now.
"You little slime!" Donovan snarled, using all his force to hurl Heero across the room. The small boy landed on his back on the hard floor, but with a gasp of air got right back up again, grabbing Donovan's wrist as he came in for a punch. Donovan gave a help of surprise, finding his wrist completely immobile in the other boy's grip.
"Let go of me you little shit!" He yelled, but his yell of anger quickly turned into a scream of pain as Heero began to bend his wrist at an unnatural angle. Donovan's screams got louder and he clawed at Heero with his free hand, but was brought down to his knees by the pain.
"Let go!!!" He begged, tears beginning to stream down his face. Heero's expression remained as emotionless as always, and he did not cease his grip.
"You have no power over me." He said softly. Jeighden squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see anymore of the horrific scene, and a mere moment later he heard the sickening crack of bone that was even louder than Donovan's screams.
Jeighden kept his eyes shut, kneeling on the the floor trembling until Donovan's shrill screams began sobs and gasps. Finally, when he thought it was safe to open his eyes, when he thought Heero was done with his brutality, the smaller boy grabbed Donovan by the front of his shirt, bringing his face very close to his.
"Would you like to continue to push me around?" He asked. There was no anger in his tone, he was completely calm.
"You-you're gonna die you little-ahhh!!" Another scream tore through Donovan's worn body as Heero twisted his already broken wrist.
"Why don't you give up? Is your pride more valuable than your life?" Heero inquired. Jeighden's eyes widened in terror as Heero lifted Donovan's chin up with two fingers and drew his other first behind him.
"Heero no!!" He screamed. He fell to the floor crying at the sound it made when Heero's fist came in contact with Donovan's face. Donovan wasn't screaming anymore. Why wasn't anyone hearing Donovan's screams? With a jolt of panic he remembered that J was out getting parts for the gundam, and the other boys were probably working on the gundam, which was shielded in a room with metal doors, deep in the hangar. It was up to him to stop Heero. With a grunt Jeighden pulled himself to his feet, running as fast as his shaky legs could carry him to the laboratory. He burst through the door, immediately turning to where he remembered Heero's controls were.
"I'm sorry, Heero." He whispered. Not knowing exactly what to do, he grabbed a random lever and shoved it forward. The diagram of the censors on Heero's body, and a censor in each one of his limbs begin to flash. Panicked, and wondering what he had done, Jeighden started back towards the hangar. He barley made it to the door before he heard another scream, and this time it wasn't Donovan's. Pushing the door open, Jeighden dashed back into the hangar. He felt his knees weaken and bile begin to climb up his throat.
Donovan lay on the floor, his head in a pool of his own blood, most of it from his nose, and was still trickling down his cheeks and into the warm puddle. Not far from him Heero lay, curled up and sobbing uncharacteristically like a child. Ignoring Heero for now, Jeighden walked over to his friend's motionless body, kneeling down beside him. He picked up Donovan's glasses that sat shattered and bloody beside him. He reached out to touch his shoulder but instantly retreated his hand back as the he heard the large metal doors that contained the gundam swing open.
His eyes were downcast sounds of footsteps became nearer. Keyle and Roy approached them, but Jeighden did not look up to meet his friends' eyes.
"What the hell is going on here?" Keyle's voice was low cold, and for the first time ever, Jeighden sensed his fear.
Authors Notes: Ok, I need people's opinions. I'm thinking of making this an orginal fic...ya know, just changing Heero and Dr. J's names. But then somehow I'll have to work around that gundam thing...I dunno. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!! AHHH!! *pulls out hair*