Author: CrashOverride
Title: Raging Numb
Part VIII: The death of Death
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: ...not everything is, as it seems... So sit back, relax and enjoy the show....^_^
Death. Well death to death is almost ironic and a joke into its self, I mean why would death slay himself? It's funny really. I mean, for all I know I am dead and waiting for myself to take me to the neither world or heaven... which ever, not like I care much. It ends my suffering doesn't? But then of course there is that slight possibility that it would only cause more suffering. I don't really know yet, what it's done to me. I could tell you possibly that I might be dead for things that seemed clouded before are clear as a bell. It's said only such clarity happens when you die. But I still have the fuzzy feeling that I am alive so, I really don't know.
Maybe I am in-between life and death. You know where I am so far gone I get the good stuff of being dead even though I am not, and there is still a slight possibility that I will live. Though from what I saw of the wound, a rifle, close range. My whole mid section was taken out. For that explains all the blood that I saw, and how much actually is left in the cockpit. Though what I don't believe is that an assassin would use such a weapon. They would want to be more discrete. But this one wanted the others to know what had been done, and also have the possibility of capture. Though so far, I believe he got off. Figures. The one time I get shot, the others are slow as hell. Ha ha ha ... Death plays wonderful tricks on its own people.
However this is not as fun as it might seem. I mean, I have this nagging feeling that if I did die, something terrible would happen. I can see different images that are forming in this world of darkness. For the life left in me I still can't seem to figure out what they are telling me. The first is a group picture with both Heero's and my face cut out. Then the second is but 2 unmarked grave stones, and the last is just an image of Deathscythe, and the rather large bullet hole in the glass, along with the blood trailing down the mecha to the ground. I mean for all I know it could be the telling that both Heero and me are going to die, but why would Heero die? I mean really why would he die? He still has Miss Peacecraft to keep safe. Oh well, only time will tell wont it. I know that I might just be wrong but I guess I really don't want to die, not now, not like this. Its not my style, and if I die because of just a simple bullet wound, from a very bad assassin then I know that the reputation for us gundam pilots would be shot, and the others would most likely have to go in for retraining, just for my not wanting to live. And even in the after life I couldn't live with that.
It's now though, that my silence in this void is interrupted. I hear voices... but I can't make them out. I want to know what's going on... it's my life... or death I should say... but I want to know...
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ Heero's POV ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
We all were going over the list of items in the box when the shot rang out. It was a matter of seconds before we all had drawn our guns and began to search. Wufei the upstairs, Quatre the down stairs, Trowa the basement, and myself the hanger. It was suppose to be a quick search and find. But when I made it to the hanger, I was the car drive off, and the blood trail leading to it. ' Duo was have gotten the guy.... But why would he let him live? We need to have a discussion on causalities of war Duo...' I thought, climbing up to the cockpit of Deathscythe.
What I found was something unexpected. Glass shards littered the floor and the front of the seat. Blood splatters were every where. There was just so much.... Then there was a large hole in the pilot seat. '... The bullet went through threw the glass and into the back of the chair... and Duo...' I thought looking down to the floor as it was sickly coated with the metallic smelling substance. Lifting up my hand, I saw that it was coated in Duo's blood, and it was still warm. I don't know why it hurt to see so much blood or even why I had the sudden urge to run away and forget what I saw. Climbing down, I jumped onto the ground, I looked up as the others rushed into the hanger. Faces calm and relaxed, that was until they saw the blood. Quatre was the first.
"First floor is clear, nothing out of place, and no signs of Duo." Quatre said, looking directly at me, and no where else. '...Why haven't they noticed... so much blood....'I thought nodding slightly.
"Basement clear. Are you alright Heero?" Trowa asked, looking from Quatre to me. I believe it was then that Quatre finally took notice of the blood on my hands. ' Blood on my hands.... Blood on my hands.... Duo's blood is on my.... Hands...' I thought nodding once again, though I knew I was beginning to loose it.
"Upstairs is clear, no signs of Duo-
"Heero! What happened to you hands?" The small blond asked interrupting Wufei, and rushing up to me, while grabbing my hands to investigate. 'Now you have his blood on your hands....'
"Its not mine...." I said, voice full of menace.
"Who's?.... Duo? Where's Duo?" Quatre asked now frantically searching the hanger with his eyes. He say the trail of blood leading out of the hanger that had begun to dry, then to the cockpit of Deathscythe that looked like it was bleeding. He took a step back, looking from the blood then to my eyes then back to the blood.
"So much blood...Duo's blood...He's not here... they took him..." I spoke, internally snapping. I had lost all conscience. The mission be damned. We were going to bring Duo back. Alive. No matter what they say. He will live or I will die.
Turning from the group, I made my way back to the mansion, with others on my heels. Skidding to a stop in the kitchen I grabbed a hand towel and wiped off the blood. Then sprinted to my room, and began my search for anyone who had been admitted with a close range bullet wound.
5 minutes later we were all in the car heading towards the hospital. One thought crossed my mind, the mission objectives on Duo's screen. I thanked whatever being for my photographic memory. '...Objective one... get supplies for game.... Objective two.... Search for Heero's emotions.... Objective three... find good prizes and punishments.... Object four... buy camcorder... Objective five... shoot last video.... Objective six.... Make last decision.... Follow plan.... Or not.... Objective seven.... Find a peaceful place to die... why would Duo kill himself.... I'll make sure he lives just to kill him for being so damn stupid. Damn Baka!..' I thought as we reached the hospital, and made our way to the receptionist.
"Have you had anyone admitted with a close range bullet wound?"
"Are you family?" the woman asked, face and eyes dull with age.
"Yes." Quatre replied, smiling as Trowa, grabbed my wrist before I could point the gun that the woman's head.
"I would need to see some identification for both you and the wounded." She replied, sweeping her eyes over all of us. I growl in frustration, as Quatre brought up his ID along with one for Duo. The woman nodded, before leading us down to ICQ.
"I doctor should be down shortly, and only one person is allowed in the room at a time. So for from what I know, if his body continues to reject the blood we are giving him... we won't make it. Once he starts accepting it, he has a 24-hour window to get through. If he does, then most likely he will survive." She started briskly before turning back to her station.
"I'll go in first" I stated sternly, getting no further argument. Walking in and closing the door into the dark room, my breath caught. He was so pale; it looked as though he was glowing. He had several machines attached to him. A heart rate and oxygen machine. Others that I didn't know the function of, along with an IV. His chestnut hair was spooled out around him, dull and lifeless, as his skin and face.
Taking a few steps closer I pulled up a chair and sat next to his bed. Staring at the beauty before me.
"Even in death your breath taking...." I thought aloud, as I began to vent my anger, softly.
" How could you let someone sneak up on you in the hanger? An amateur at that Duo? I know you are more perceptive in those types of accounts. So what happened? Why do you want to kill yourself? You know what's going to happen Duo. You're not going to die. I won't let you die. That is an order. You are going to survive this "flesh" wound and once you are okay, myself and the others are going to kick your ass for being so stupid. Its now that Relena's comment of you being an idiot comes into play! You are a gundam pilot! No one should be able to sneak up on you except one of us! Besides, I don't think it would be the most productive thing for our team or mission if you died. It would just add more stress and grief to the others. They will blame them selves for your death you know. So there is no point of dying now, or by your own hand. You understand me soldier?" I growled at the lifeless form of Duo. Sitting back into the chair, I sat, watching the machines indicating that Duo was indeed alive. I don't know how long I sat there, or when I had begun to space out. But a whimper brought me out of my daze.
"No tears for death...." Duo murmured, though he did not awake. I reached up a finger to my eyes and indeed there were silent tears falling. The sound of him flat lining stung in my ears, jolting my body to the door, and yelling for help, though the scream never came, as a hand was put over my mouth and a gun pointed at my forehead.
CrashOverride: (pulls a hat over the horns that had begun to spring out from her forehead.) Did you all enjoy? .... Satisfied? Ready to kill me for leaving at such a dramatic point? ^_^