Author:CrashOverride

Title: Raging Numb

Part: VII: Mission: Dare or Death to the Host?

I awoke after having an actual dream. Nothing really special about it, although it was a dream. It was more like what I wanted to do. No. How I wanted to die. It seemed that for the longest time I had it all planned out though I never knew it. It was odd really, to think that my subconscious decided to make a plan for my own death. Almost as though it knew that I might need or want one. But it also went through all the steps that went along with it. It must have taken days, months or even years to prefect this plan. It even had all the pilots in it. It had back up plans, and ways to revise it if I didn't like or agree with the essential plan. It would even out do Heero's ways at planning a mission. Though to even go through with it, I needed to do something's first. Just for my enjoyment mind you. So I set it all up. Every night at around 11 PM, we gather in the living room or den and do something as a group, weather it is talking, playing a game, watching a movie, or what ever. And everyday, someone else decided on what we were going to do. Tonight was my night and I knew exactly what I wanted to happen. I knew all I needed to do to get it done. So thus began mission: dare.

How all this ties into my own death one will have to wait to see how it all plays out. But I ask, what is the point of killing yourself if you die alone, unhappy, and with no last minute memories of laughter or fun with the people you care about the most? Tell me? Dying depressed and alone doesn't make my cup of tea. But I still had options to back out, and abort, which I might and might not do. It's all in the fun of a game correct? Good. Now time to get the supplies.

It was then that I left my room wordlessly. Clad in black silk boxers, and white socks, I made my way around the house, saying nothing what so ever to any of the other pilots. Grabbing odds and ends here and there, getting suspicious looks from the others. Of course my only response was a smile, smirk, or nod. Depending on the person and their look. It made all the difference. I was pretty proud of myself, for being able to keep quiet all day, making the other pilots, nervous. They continued to tell me it was unnerving how I could sit there silent and still for hours and not say one word. They even went as far as to ask Sally to come over and check me out. I, of course, mentally laughed but went along with, just to easy their uneasiness, though it seemed that, me being perfectly fine made them uneasier. Ever Heero was showing signs of tension and nervousness. He would stop typing if I came into the room, and look at me, directly, then shift in his position and continue typing. It was rather humorous, really.

As the day progressed and it drew towards 11, I went upstairs to my room, put on a large black T-shirt and black flannel pants, picked up a large box, and a book, and made my way down to the den. The others were there, waiting, I guess, for what I had planned for them. Though when I entered the room, I set the box on the center table, and took my book to the large over stuffed blue chair by the fireplace, draped my legs of one of its arms and began to read silently. Causing an exchange of glances between the others.

As it hit around 10:30, I guess Heero finally snapped at my silence. He stood, strode over to me and snatched the book from my hands. Walking over to the fireplace he held the book over the orange flames, and turning a piercing glare towards me.

"Duo... Why so quiet today?"

"What? Aren't you the one always telling my to shut up, and stop talking?" I smirked, sitting up in the chair, then bringing my knees to my chest in a relaxed position. His eye twitched and he moved the book lower to the fire.

"Duo..."

"Fine. Fine. I thought you all could use a break from my chatter, don't tell me you guys actually missed it... I mean come on; you are the ones always telling my shut up. Be quiet, stay still, act normal... aren't you?" I replied nonchalantly, searching each and every pair of eyes. Though they all turned down cast quite quickly.

"Oh I see... so you guys did... I'll make sure to talk more once again, though for now, I think I can have my book back Heero, and I will tell you all what I have planned for you... each and everyone of you...." I smirked, standing, as Heero handed my book and took his place next to Wufei. Sauntering over to the box, I kneed down in front of the table and opened it. Though there wasn't much to see but a black sheet.

"For the next 24 hours.... You will be following different rules... This is mission: dare. ... Does anyone back out?" I asked, voice calm and humor laced. Taking the silence in the room as a no, I continued.

"Alright. Each over of you will be doing something different, something you would not usually, do. Such as for Quatre, my dear caring friend. You can not do any of the following. You can't ask how we are doing, if we are ok, if you can do anything for someone else. You can not help anyone; you can not console anyone. You are to do things for your self with no care in the world and not matter what, if you fail.... Punishment will be served. I know it will be tough... but stay strong. Wufei... my dear little Wufei. You take on Quatre's role. You are to care about every one in this group, take care of any one of us if need be. You are to ask all of us at least once, how we are doing, and if we are ok. You are to console us. Give us hugs, and you can not sneer, smirk or frown, you are to smile and be happy through out the whole process.... Or punishment will be served.... Stay strong my dear little Onna....Trowa, charming Trowa.... you were hard to think of.... I mean really hard... but I have something in store or you... You Trowa, are to talk. To all of us. Constantly. I will reserve only 2 hours, not including sleeping when you don't have to talk. Whether it is singing to yourself while working on your gundam, you are to talk, make noise, and bother us all to hell.... enjoy, enjoy..... And of course if you do not.... punishment will be served. As for the last contestant.... Heero my man... You get off easily... you dear soldier, must express emotions.... smiles, frowns, laugher... sarcasm... all types of emotions.... with all of us, no matter what... Along with this process, you are to spend 6 hours in my company.... now for the ground rules-

"WAIT!.... So let me get this straight... Quatre has to act like Wufei, Wufei as to act like Quatre, I have to act like you and Heero only has to spend 6 hours with you and express emotions!" Trowa listed off, disbelief weaved into his voice.

"Well.. yes I guess...-

"And we have to do this for 24 hours.... and have to abide by ground rules?" Quatre chirped in.

"yes... –

"What are the punishments?" Wufei asked, voice expressing no emotions.

" You don't want to know and I won't tell until you brake the rules. Now the ground rules are as followed, no trying to get the other person to break a rule... that's just not nice. All players must act and speak truthfully, such as, anything you say must be truthful no matter what. If another player finds that you are not fulfilling your duty you will be punished. And all players have the ability to forfeit, but the punishment will be induced. And the prize will be lost. Yes jets... there are prizes for each and every one of you... so take this as a game and competition... enjoy.... oh and before I go, in this box here are some items. That everyone will need.... there's a list in there, so have fun and it all begins tomorrow. Sleep well!" I smiled, as I bounded off towards my room, only to jump out the window and dash towards the hanger. Climbing into Deathscythe's cockpit, I turned on the lights and displayed mission objectives for tomorrow. So far everything was going as planned, though... it was going to be long day tomorrow. 'I may not be happy... but I sure as hell will have some fun' I thought sitting back into the seat, and clicking off the lights.

Not 10 seconds later was a shot heard through out the hanger, and my blood splattered in the cockpit. I was still in shock, as the shooter, opened the door, grabbed my limp body and hefted my out of the hanger and into a near by parked car. I tried to look down at my injury, however a wave of nauseous-ness and pain over took my body. I remember, however, that my midsection was loosing blood fast. My limbs were pale and turning cold and I had no more strength to stay awake. It was when the car stopped that I gave into the unconscious and wondered if I would wake up at all. 'well there goes my plan....damned shooter.... who the hell were you? ... If I die... you'll have hell to pay in the form of 4 pissed off gundam pilots....' I thought smirking, sliding further into the unconscious and darkness awaiting my fate.

CrashOverride:.... I can see the anger the readers hold... such a bad cliff hanger huh? .... ~smiles~... more will come... maybe soon... maybe later... I don't know. Anyone have any Ideas as to who the shooter is that just might have killed off our dear Duo? Oh I know... so many people would be so mad if I killed him off so suddenly huh? .. tee hee hee... ~runs far far away... ~