Author: CrashOverride

Title: Raging Numb

Part X: Mission Interference.

Rating: PG- 13....

Warning: Whoo hoo.. my longest chapter so far... enjoy everyone!! J

"Capture Duo Maxwell tonight, and send him to Treize. I think he shall have some fun with him. Just make sure to tell Treize that Duo is a toy, only made to be broken.... Duo you understand?"

"Of course. Will there be anything else?"

"No... Now be off with you... I need sometime to think."

"As you wish..." with that said, the unidentified woman left silently.

"Is so hard to find good help..."

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It was around 2 AM. I was still in the hospital, board out of my mind. The guys had left a while ago, going home to get some rest, though Heero said he would come back and check up on me later tonight, so I might have some company even if it is a glaring brick wall. Sitting up, I slung on my robe, and pulled the IV carrier with me, as I made my way to a large window. Opening it, a soft warm breeze began to caress my skin, as I took a normal set on the ledge, legs dangling outside, arms crossed, and leaning on the left beam for support.

I had a perfect view of the forest down below. Which seemed to be enchanted by the full moons silvery glow. Though somewhere in the forest someone, was walking around, quite loudly. ' Might be an animal...but...' I thought as the stranger came into view. Clad in all black, with weapons and climbing gear, the person walked up close to the building before firing a grappling hook into the wall near my head, causing me to fall painfully back into the hospital room.

Slowly backing away from the window, I began praying that this was Heero, but it wasn't Heero's style... not it the least.... I almost mimicked the one who tried to kill me earlier. ' She said she would be back.... But so soon? No... She sent someone... Damn it... What the hell...' was my last coherent thought before the dark that she shot into my neck took effect, and I slumped to the ground, unconscious.

" Objective one complete." Came a soft cruel voice from the woman attacker. Ripping out the IV in my arm, she picked up my limp body and vanished out the window, and into the night.

...

'Where in hell am I?... God I feel sick... and WHAT THE HELL AM I WEARING?' I thought, sitting up in a wonderfully soft bed, and looking down at my body.

"Why am I only wearing spandex shorts and a silk vest... god... I look like a hor... And feel like a god damn doll." I thought aloud, making my way to the full body mirror, and gaping at myself. Slowly lifting up a finger, I ran it against my lips, and looked at the now pale pink stained pad.

"I am wearing make up... this can only get worst huh?"

"On the contrary... it will get better. Once you learn your place and what you are to do for me." Came a familiar voice from behind me. Looking up into the mirror, my intuition proved correct once again. Low and behold Treize.

"Hn"

"Oh come now... its not that bad is it?" Treize smirked, walking towards the braided pilot. Reaching out and grabbing my braid, Treize began stroking it, almost in soothing, but coming from Treize, nothing could be soothing.

"Why am I here?"

"D.C brought you here, as a gift... a play thing..."

"How long have I been out?"

"Oh about a month or so. We had to keep you sedated so that your wounds could heal faster... if you hadn't noticed that."

"I am not oblivious."

"Ahh... good. Now do you want to hear what I am suppose to do with you or can you figure it out on your own?"

"I have a feeling I know exactly what I am for you.... I am a toy of course... or else I wouldn't be dressed like this, and I believe you are supposed to brake me. Correct?"

"Perfectly."

"Hmm... And if I am unwilling?" I asked, finally turning around, arms crossed, and an emotionless look plastered on my face.

" It will be forced... you see there are several men here, who serve in Oz's army... and.... considering they can't go home to see their family's, I try to help them release stress. You have been marked as a stress reliever... they can do what ever they want to you. Where it is beat you senseless or fuck you... as so many really want to... but as a gunman pilot you could easily kill them. So we have attached a small box to your ankle... it releases a drug that will keep your mind conscious, but your body will be nothing but dead weight... It will return to normal after a 12 hour period... so do enjoy... and you might want to sit..." He finished, walking towards the door as a slight pin prick stung my skin and I fell, in a help of my own body parts onto the floor. I was helpless. I had no control. So I was sprawled there until I heard their footsteps... several men, entered my room, and began what became as a normal day.

The first man, Russ, he would just beat me until he was beating bruised skin that would brake. He would leave me in a bloody mass, making Tom, number 2, aggravated.

Tom was one of the gentler men. He would actually take the time to prepare me before fucking. Once he was down be would bandage me up and place me on the bed, leaving me for the next one. Josh... He was one of the worst... he would talk to me, peacefully then he would fuck me, then decided that I hadn't had enough yet so he bring in his little kit, filled with different types of toys and objects. He liked whipping me until I was bleeding over the sheets, dyeing the yellow silk a sickening blood red. Once he was done with me, the 3 came in. 3 men always doing the same thing. 2 would fuck me, with one ramming his cock into my mouth, while the third would take pictures. I never knew what they did with them but they took them anyway. After they were down, people I don't know or remember would clean me and then another group of men would use me, though most I never say again. Treize would come in at night... when the effects of the drug had begun to ware off. He would strap me to the bed taking his precious time with my body, before impaling me. He would always so it slow and painful making it stick out in my mind.

During the few months that I had this routine, I never gave them the pleasure of hearing me scream or whimper. I became a mute and stayed a mute. Treize and others would try to talk to me, get me to talk to them back, try to brake me, but I wouldn't... not for my pain, not for my body... not for anything would I brake or take to the fucking low lives.

It was at the beginning of what I believe my 5th month under Treize's "care" that an explosion erupted through out the base. 'This is my only chance... gotta get out....' I thought, thanking god that these were the 12 hours that I was able to move. Rushing towards the door, I was thrown back as another explosion took out half the wall to the room. Jumping to my feet, I ran, out the hole, and into the hallway trying to find an exit. After running down several corridors, I slammed into someone as I rounded another corner. Looking up instantly, I same a once familiar face. Quatre was standing before me, smiling slowly.

"Duo? Come on we need to get out of here!" He yelled over another explosion, before grabbing my arm and dragging me out of this proverbial hell that I knew and out side. Once out side, it looked as though the battle was over. Bits and pieces of mobile dolls littered the area, while Wing Zero and Nataku stood searching around. Quatre shoved be into the back seat of the jeep he and Trowa had parked, before jumping into the passenger seat. Not but 5 seconds later Trowa was in the drivers seat speed off.

"01 come in. 01 come in!" Trowa said, grabbing the radio.

"01 here... what is it 03?"

"Mission accomplished on our half... but Quatre seems to have brought a straggler"

"Who?"

Grabbing the radio, Quatre looked behind his seat at me, a frown marring his pixie face. "01 we have captured 02. Repeat we have captured 02."

"WHAT?" Came an instant reply from the 3 other pilots.

"I'll explain when we get home 03 and 04 out!" He finished shutting off the radio and climbing into the back seat with me. Pulling out a first aide kit, that was stashed under the seat, he began treating his minor wounds and turned to me.

"Duo?" I nodded slowly, scooting away from him and slowly, pulling my knees to my chest, and causing me to wince. 'Inventory... dislocated shoulder, sprained ankle, 5 broken ribs, minor internal bleeding... massive bruises and cuts... emotion damage... body condition? ... Tolerable" I though, turning whatever Quatre was saying out before hiding my head in my knees. I felt Quatre move back into the front seat, treating Trowa wounds probably, both whispering softly. A few minutes later we arrived at the save house, Wing and Nataku already hidden.

Quatre had replaced the first aide kit before exiting the car with Trowa, through the stood watching me. I climbed out of the car quickly and strode past them. Opening the door, Heero and Wufei were in the living room going over a mission report it seemed, as they looked at me, eyes watching me as I went in search of the bath room. Once finding it, I grabbed the large first aide kit from under the sink and opened it. The others had gathered around the door, asking questions that I chose to ignore. Forcing my dislocated arm to grab the doorframe, I pulled away sharply then pushed hearing a loud 'crack'. Then began rotating it, to make sure it was back in place. They were silent now watching me with concern and awe for some. ' Dislocated shoulder... fixed... next sprained ankle.... Then broken ribs...' I thought finally listening to their questions as I wrapped my ankle tightly.

"How much damage?" Heero asked, monotone voice in place.

"Damage report. Had dislocated shoulder, sprained ankle, have 5 broken ribs, some minor internal bleeding. Bruises and small cuts. That is all." I stated, voice stoic, never missing a beat in wrapping my chest tightly. Grabbing the bottle of disinfectant, I sprayed it where it was needed then packed up the kit and put it away, looking into the eyes of my fellow pilots. Shoving my way through them, I walked up stairs to the second bed room, Heero and I shared a long while ago. Pulling up a loose floorboard I reached down and grubbed my normal garb and silk boxers before changing quickly.

Walking slowly down stairs, my mind was reeling that I was actually away from Treize and home... with friends... it seemed almost impossible. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I plopped down on the couch in the living room where the others were back to discussing a mission report. Heero and Wufei sitting opposite each other one the floor with a table between them, littered with maps and pictures. Trowa and Quatre sat on the other couch giving some to little impute to the other two.

"How are you feeling?" Quatre asked, ignoring the bickering pilots.

'Like I've been ripped apart and every single piece of me was rolled in glass shards then I was sewn together with a rusty dull needle...' I thought, deciding to answer simply, "I've had better days."

"Hn... What happened?"

"After you all left the hospital, at around 2 AM, a woman came in and shot me with a tranquilizer. I was out of it for a month before I gain full consciousness again, so then I found out I was given to Treize as I gift. I toy he could break. 5 months later here I am." I grinned weakly, gulping down 1/3 of my water bottle.

"How'd they try and break you?" Trowa asked softly, eyes traveling over my body with a glint of knowledge.

"The usual. I had a routine I could give you all in graphic detail, but since I choose not too... I wont. The little box still attached to my ankle shoots a drug into my veins rendering my body useless but my brain still in full working condition. I could move, but I can remember and feel every thing they did to me. For the men on base and Treize I was their person hor, live punching bag or both. They did what ever they wanted. Some were kinder then the others. But more often then not, they liked to beat the shit out of me and fuck me." I said, voice calm, unconsciously bringing my knees to my chest.

"Did they break you?" Wufei asked expression blank.

"I never made a sound for the 5 months that I was there. Not a whimper, a cry, a yell, a scream, not even a curse. They learned nothing. Which reminds me, Q... can I borrow your pocket knife?"

"Sure..." Quatre sat up slightly, pulled it out and tossed it to me, as I quickly brought out the knife and cut off the black box from my ankle.

"Ahh... much better... thank s Quatre," I said, smiling as I tossed him back his knife and picked up the black box.

"How long did the drug last?"

"12 hours. Starting from 9 AM to 9 PM. Treize loved to tie me up around that time, when it began to ware off, and use me. I believe it to be his favorite pass time when I was there...," I said shrugging and standing up. "There still a spare bed in Heero's room?"

"Yeah..."

"G'night..." I said softly, walking up stairs and into the bedroom, closing the door behind me. Walking over to the bed, I curled up in the middle, and fell asleep instantly. My tears silently falling in my fretful nightmare sleep....