Everything I Do - 2
Relena looked around the small room that held her captive. She didn't know how much time had gone by, but she was getting restless. The lock mechanism on the door was surprisingly complex, and it looked quite new. It seemed like Heero had been gone forever, but in reality it was probably only minutes. All her life she had thought peace was the only solution, and rightfully so. But it left her feeling helpless, unable to know what was happening in the world around her.
She knew war; her whole existence was one giant battle after another. She could fight, Heero and her father before him had made sure of that. Was it worth it, going into battle, and maybe dying, to find the whereabouts of one man? At this time she thought that it was, but she was cool-headed enough to realize it would be dangerous. He would never forgive her, nor himself if anything happened to her. Just like she would never forgive herself if she didn't try and he passed on.
What was it he had said? "I'd rather fight for you, so I would know if we don't win I did everything in my power to keep you safe." The question was, could/would she fight?
She pulled the gun out of her waistband and held it in her hand. The cold steal welcomed her and she thought of the last time she held a gun with the purpose of doing harm with it. She couldn't kill Lady Une that night, what made her think she could kill someone now? Desperation? Love? Cold determination? Everything? Heero wasn't the only one who liked the feel of a gun in their grip, liked the secure feeling it brought with it.
She opened the magazine and counted the amount of bullets Heero had given her. She figured 6 bullets wouldn't help her predicament very much, and she would need more ammo. In a small box under the bed she found a few bullets, but she didn't know whether they would fit her gun. Heero was quite picky with the type of guns he used. It had to always be the same make and size, he wouldn't own anything newer than models made a hundred years ago. Everyone had their own idiosyncrasies, she supposed, and hers was him.
Again she wearily studied the lock on the old door. She didn't think the door could be broken down. She would just have to pick it. Could he not have made anything easy for her, she thought with growing determination. Her hands were surprisingly steady as she jammed a bobby pin into the lock. Silencing an oath she hauled out the slightly too large clip. She franticly searched through her pockets for something smaller, but she knew her search was probably futile.
Soon all the pins on her hair were in a pile on the floor, in search for one that was smaller than the other. In desperation she shook out her hair again, knowing she didn't miss one, but hoping all the same. Something made a slight clinking sound on the dirt floor and she looked around her with teary eyes. She almost fainted in relief and good luck when she spotted a paperclip at her feet. Without thinking how it got there, and not particularly caring, she made it into a thin strip of wire, turned the lock clockwise, and jiggled the wire a bit.
Not quite to her surprise, but to her immense relief, the lock clicked and the door parted open. She silently thanked Duo for all those hours he had secretly taught her how to pick locks, hack, and a bunch of other illegal things that could be useful to her. She slipped out into the dark corridor and moved silently towards the way Heero had brought her, or so she hoped.
She soon found herself hopelessly lost among a labyrinth of dank underground chambers, and yet she didn't give up hope. She successfully traced her footsteps back to the door from whence she came. She thought that if she left footprints on the dirt floor, then surely Heero had too, but it seems he had effectively wiped them out, or else glided above the floor. She bent and inspected the floor closely, not all that astonished by Heero's thoroughness at coving his tracks, but most definitely surprised at the slight scratch marks he had unknowingly left on the floor. There may be hope of getting out of this hellhole after all.
Almost as if the scratch marks had been intentional, they led her directly to the door she came through, or what she thought to be the door she came through. She pushed and she pulled at the door, but it would not budge. She kicked it in frustration, she'd come this far, a little door wasn't going to undo her now, was it? There was no lock in sight for her to pick, and brute force seemed to be the only way, yet she couldn't seem to have enough strength.
She stepped back, getting ready to try the force thing again, but the door started to open on it's own. On the other side stood a man wearing regular street clothes. Her mind screamed, debating whether this person was friend or foe. She didn't know what to do, what if he was an enemy? What if he was a friend and she killed one of her own people, someone who could make the difference in this battle. She brought a wooden plank down on his head anyway; no matter who he was it wouldn't make much of a difference now, she reflected as she locked the door behind her.
She stumbled into the lit kitchen and tripped over Trowa's prone body. Stifling a scream she bent down next to him. Her eyes re-adjusted to the kitchen lighting and she noticed the rise and falling of his chest. Grabbing him under his shoulders, she hauled him into the pantry where they were out of view and tried to revive her friend. Trowa sat up groggily and blinked at her. He rubbed his eyes and put his fingers in front of his face as if to see if he was delusional.
"Relena? What the *censored* are you doing here?"
"I'm here to help. I need to do this Trowa, and don't tell me I'm not capable. You know full well I can handle a gun."
"Go back down."
"I can't." When he looked at her telling her she darn well could and would, she continued on. "I locked some guy down there. I wasn't sure what side he was on so I figured it was safer."
Trowa opened the latched door and stared at the guy. He raised his eyebrows and closed it again. He turned and faced her with a stern look on his face.
"He's foe. He was going down there to look for you and I got in his way. You're safer up here."
She knew this was the most acknowledgement about staying up here she was going to get from him. "Do you think we could lock more people down there?"
He muttered something and shook his head. He took her by the elbow and guided her out of the kitchen.
"Where are we going?"
"If you want to stay up here you must be quiet."
Silence.
"OK, we're going to find Quatre."
She laughed silently at how easy extracting that information from him was as she followed him without a sound. Her breath caught in her throat as they reached the main corridor of the castle. Lying on the antique white marble floor was layers of mutilated human limbs, the drying blood making the floor slick. A few unfortunate souls moaned for redemption as they padded by the formerly magnificent rooms.
Relena had to cringe and look away as they passed one of her antique suits of armor with a head impaled on its spear. She muted a cry as she accidentally stumbled over the estranged body. Was to stop massacres like this the real meaning of peace?
Trowa stopped in front of the large wooden library doors. He enveloped her in a hug and asked if she was all right. An un-Trowa like gesture, and the only sign to say he too was affected by the slaughter in the halls. He reached out a hand to open the statuesque doors, but stopped short.
"Brace yourself, we don't know what's on the other side. This was Quatre's station to guard."
She nodded and prepared for the worse. Trowa softly pushed the doors open and a volley of traps went off aimed directly for them. Relena hit the ground as Trowa jumped up to balance on top of the door. Quatre hurried over and helped Relena off the blood-covered floor.
"What are you doing here Miss Relena?"
She rubbed someone else's blood off of her hands as she got out of Trowa's way. He gracefully landed on the floor and quickly closed the heavy doors behind them.
Quatre picked up a spear and placed it back on its shelf. "Help me re-set these traps, and then we can talk." They set up the intricate volley of death traps Quatre was using for protection and settled themselves on the large sofa next to the fireplace.
"So you want to find Heero?" Quatre took out a small palm computer and looked at a virtual map of the castle. "I believe he's on the third floor. What happened down in the basement for you to come up here?"
"The fact that down there I was helpless and I feel in control when I'm up here. You know exactly how I feel, don't you Quatre?"
"I suppose I do. But do you think it's safer up here? Heero would kill us if anything happened to you." He muttered under his breath that Heero would kill the whole world if anything happened to her. So much for pacifism.
"I'll be fine."
"Let Trowa or I accompany you. It would not be secure for you to be alone in a castle under siege."
"I'll be fine!"
"I insist!"
Relena picked the spear up off the bookshelf and heaved it at Quatre. It let out a loud thwacking sound as it slammed into the eye of a bust next to his head. Quatre visibly gulped and wretched the spear out of the head, it came loose in a screech or metal on metal.
"I hope that was what you were aiming for."
"I assure you it was, and I never miss what I intent to hit. Now where is Heero?"
"I believe he is picking them off one by one from the roof down." Relena stood up and took a step towards the door. Her foot hit the blood of one of Quatre's poor mangled victims he had successfully hidden and she felt herself fall backwards.
The guys watched in surprise as she back flipped gracefully and landed in a crouching position. She wiped her bloody hands on Quatre's vest and stalked out of the room. Trowa was just about to go after her when a bomb flew through the library window. The two of them struggled to deactivate it as Relena started up the great marble stairway. It was hazardly slippery because of the bodily liquids leaking down like a waterfall. She grimaced and wished someone would clean up this mess as Quatre had done to the library. She muffled a scream as an arm rolled down a couple of steps to come to a rest at her feet.
Somewhere nearby someone moaned. She cursed battlegrounds and people who would disrupt her peace for this massacre. As the steps ascended she could hear the sounds of war closer to her ears. She wanted to cry when the screams of some tortured fighter echoed through the halls. She prayed the person was a foe and blocked it out. Heero would be disappointed if he thought she was a weakling who couldn't control her emotions.
Screw Heero, someone needed help! It wasn't like her to ignore the plea of the innocent on regular days, what was so different about this one? Besides the danger and the fighting at her doorstep that is. She took a step to her right, which led down a dark hallway to the person who needed help. She hesitated for a moment and wondered exactly what was waiting for her down the hall. For all she knew it could be a group of the adversaries, waiting to lure someone into a helpless trap. Or it could be some poor child who got caught in the midst of a battle they didn't understand. Heck she didn't even understand it.
With a certain amount of courage she was glad she possessed, she started towards the screaming victim. An expensive antique painting by Thomas Kincaid was slashed to pieces with a bloody knife. Was this a personal siege against her? Anyone in their rightful mind would have stole the painting and hocked it for at least a quarter mill. She then came upon a scene that sent her heart racing and her chilled her body. One of her personal bodyguards stood between a foe and a little girl cuddled on her dead mother's lap. The child was whimpering against her mother's cold shoulder as the officer in blue hacked away at the barely standing young man.
Relena's mind registered the fact that all the foes seemed to be dressed in a navy-blue uniform much like the green Preventor one. She watched the blue asshole finish mangling her friend's arm and reach for his gun.
With a sickening crunch much like that of bones breaking, she hauled a piece of glass out of the broken picture frame. The man in blue turned towards her and raised his gun on a reflex reaction.
"That's right. I'm the one you want to kill. Leave everyone else out of this you asshole. Face me like the coward you are!"
"Miss Relena! What're ye doing?" Her bodyguard did the job he was paid to do and leaped between her and the adversary. The man smirked and pulled the trigger of his gun.
Relena hurled the piece of glass and dragged the officer down with her. The bullet imbedded itself in his bullet-proof vest and settled harmlessly. They stood up and he looked towards the man who had been killing him moments before. The piece of glass was deeply imbedded into his skull and brain fluid was leaking on to the floor.
"Ye killed him yer majesty."
Relena looked up from where she was crouched beside the little girl and her mom. The little girl was sobbing into the princess's shoulder as she checked the mother's pulse.
"She's alive!"
"Thank the lord."
"You and your wife need to get to a hospital. I'm afraid your daughter may be traumatized by what she's seen today. Is there any way for you to get to a medical clinic?"
"Major Po is fixing people up on the second floor."
"Good luck to you." She watched as the man picked up his injured wife with a shaky arm, while his little girl walked beside them. That family should survive this fight. Would others? She curled up into a ball at the feet of the dead man.
She had killed. She had taken the life of another. Could she ever go back to the life she had innocently led? How could she survive this when it felt as if her heart was ripped out of her chest? She may as well have died for all its worth, she already felt as if she had.
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Relena looked around the small room that held her captive. She didn't know how much time had gone by, but she was getting restless. The lock mechanism on the door was surprisingly complex, and it looked quite new. It seemed like Heero had been gone forever, but in reality it was probably only minutes. All her life she had thought peace was the only solution, and rightfully so. But it left her feeling helpless, unable to know what was happening in the world around her.
She knew war; her whole existence was one giant battle after another. She could fight, Heero and her father before him had made sure of that. Was it worth it, going into battle, and maybe dying, to find the whereabouts of one man? At this time she thought that it was, but she was cool-headed enough to realize it would be dangerous. He would never forgive her, nor himself if anything happened to her. Just like she would never forgive herself if she didn't try and he passed on.
What was it he had said? "I'd rather fight for you, so I would know if we don't win I did everything in my power to keep you safe." The question was, could/would she fight?
She pulled the gun out of her waistband and held it in her hand. The cold steal welcomed her and she thought of the last time she held a gun with the purpose of doing harm with it. She couldn't kill Lady Une that night, what made her think she could kill someone now? Desperation? Love? Cold determination? Everything? Heero wasn't the only one who liked the feel of a gun in their grip, liked the secure feeling it brought with it.
She opened the magazine and counted the amount of bullets Heero had given her. She figured 6 bullets wouldn't help her predicament very much, and she would need more ammo. In a small box under the bed she found a few bullets, but she didn't know whether they would fit her gun. Heero was quite picky with the type of guns he used. It had to always be the same make and size, he wouldn't own anything newer than models made a hundred years ago. Everyone had their own idiosyncrasies, she supposed, and hers was him.
Again she wearily studied the lock on the old door. She didn't think the door could be broken down. She would just have to pick it. Could he not have made anything easy for her, she thought with growing determination. Her hands were surprisingly steady as she jammed a bobby pin into the lock. Silencing an oath she hauled out the slightly too large clip. She franticly searched through her pockets for something smaller, but she knew her search was probably futile.
Soon all the pins on her hair were in a pile on the floor, in search for one that was smaller than the other. In desperation she shook out her hair again, knowing she didn't miss one, but hoping all the same. Something made a slight clinking sound on the dirt floor and she looked around her with teary eyes. She almost fainted in relief and good luck when she spotted a paperclip at her feet. Without thinking how it got there, and not particularly caring, she made it into a thin strip of wire, turned the lock clockwise, and jiggled the wire a bit.
Not quite to her surprise, but to her immense relief, the lock clicked and the door parted open. She silently thanked Duo for all those hours he had secretly taught her how to pick locks, hack, and a bunch of other illegal things that could be useful to her. She slipped out into the dark corridor and moved silently towards the way Heero had brought her, or so she hoped.
She soon found herself hopelessly lost among a labyrinth of dank underground chambers, and yet she didn't give up hope. She successfully traced her footsteps back to the door from whence she came. She thought that if she left footprints on the dirt floor, then surely Heero had too, but it seems he had effectively wiped them out, or else glided above the floor. She bent and inspected the floor closely, not all that astonished by Heero's thoroughness at coving his tracks, but most definitely surprised at the slight scratch marks he had unknowingly left on the floor. There may be hope of getting out of this hellhole after all.
Almost as if the scratch marks had been intentional, they led her directly to the door she came through, or what she thought to be the door she came through. She pushed and she pulled at the door, but it would not budge. She kicked it in frustration, she'd come this far, a little door wasn't going to undo her now, was it? There was no lock in sight for her to pick, and brute force seemed to be the only way, yet she couldn't seem to have enough strength.
She stepped back, getting ready to try the force thing again, but the door started to open on it's own. On the other side stood a man wearing regular street clothes. Her mind screamed, debating whether this person was friend or foe. She didn't know what to do, what if he was an enemy? What if he was a friend and she killed one of her own people, someone who could make the difference in this battle. She brought a wooden plank down on his head anyway; no matter who he was it wouldn't make much of a difference now, she reflected as she locked the door behind her.
She stumbled into the lit kitchen and tripped over Trowa's prone body. Stifling a scream she bent down next to him. Her eyes re-adjusted to the kitchen lighting and she noticed the rise and falling of his chest. Grabbing him under his shoulders, she hauled him into the pantry where they were out of view and tried to revive her friend. Trowa sat up groggily and blinked at her. He rubbed his eyes and put his fingers in front of his face as if to see if he was delusional.
"Relena? What the *censored* are you doing here?"
"I'm here to help. I need to do this Trowa, and don't tell me I'm not capable. You know full well I can handle a gun."
"Go back down."
"I can't." When he looked at her telling her she darn well could and would, she continued on. "I locked some guy down there. I wasn't sure what side he was on so I figured it was safer."
Trowa opened the latched door and stared at the guy. He raised his eyebrows and closed it again. He turned and faced her with a stern look on his face.
"He's foe. He was going down there to look for you and I got in his way. You're safer up here."
She knew this was the most acknowledgement about staying up here she was going to get from him. "Do you think we could lock more people down there?"
He muttered something and shook his head. He took her by the elbow and guided her out of the kitchen.
"Where are we going?"
"If you want to stay up here you must be quiet."
Silence.
"OK, we're going to find Quatre."
She laughed silently at how easy extracting that information from him was as she followed him without a sound. Her breath caught in her throat as they reached the main corridor of the castle. Lying on the antique white marble floor was layers of mutilated human limbs, the drying blood making the floor slick. A few unfortunate souls moaned for redemption as they padded by the formerly magnificent rooms.
Relena had to cringe and look away as they passed one of her antique suits of armor with a head impaled on its spear. She muted a cry as she accidentally stumbled over the estranged body. Was to stop massacres like this the real meaning of peace?
Trowa stopped in front of the large wooden library doors. He enveloped her in a hug and asked if she was all right. An un-Trowa like gesture, and the only sign to say he too was affected by the slaughter in the halls. He reached out a hand to open the statuesque doors, but stopped short.
"Brace yourself, we don't know what's on the other side. This was Quatre's station to guard."
She nodded and prepared for the worse. Trowa softly pushed the doors open and a volley of traps went off aimed directly for them. Relena hit the ground as Trowa jumped up to balance on top of the door. Quatre hurried over and helped Relena off the blood-covered floor.
"What are you doing here Miss Relena?"
She rubbed someone else's blood off of her hands as she got out of Trowa's way. He gracefully landed on the floor and quickly closed the heavy doors behind them.
Quatre picked up a spear and placed it back on its shelf. "Help me re-set these traps, and then we can talk." They set up the intricate volley of death traps Quatre was using for protection and settled themselves on the large sofa next to the fireplace.
"So you want to find Heero?" Quatre took out a small palm computer and looked at a virtual map of the castle. "I believe he's on the third floor. What happened down in the basement for you to come up here?"
"The fact that down there I was helpless and I feel in control when I'm up here. You know exactly how I feel, don't you Quatre?"
"I suppose I do. But do you think it's safer up here? Heero would kill us if anything happened to you." He muttered under his breath that Heero would kill the whole world if anything happened to her. So much for pacifism.
"I'll be fine."
"Let Trowa or I accompany you. It would not be secure for you to be alone in a castle under siege."
"I'll be fine!"
"I insist!"
Relena picked the spear up off the bookshelf and heaved it at Quatre. It let out a loud thwacking sound as it slammed into the eye of a bust next to his head. Quatre visibly gulped and wretched the spear out of the head, it came loose in a screech or metal on metal.
"I hope that was what you were aiming for."
"I assure you it was, and I never miss what I intent to hit. Now where is Heero?"
"I believe he is picking them off one by one from the roof down." Relena stood up and took a step towards the door. Her foot hit the blood of one of Quatre's poor mangled victims he had successfully hidden and she felt herself fall backwards.
The guys watched in surprise as she back flipped gracefully and landed in a crouching position. She wiped her bloody hands on Quatre's vest and stalked out of the room. Trowa was just about to go after her when a bomb flew through the library window. The two of them struggled to deactivate it as Relena started up the great marble stairway. It was hazardly slippery because of the bodily liquids leaking down like a waterfall. She grimaced and wished someone would clean up this mess as Quatre had done to the library. She muffled a scream as an arm rolled down a couple of steps to come to a rest at her feet.
Somewhere nearby someone moaned. She cursed battlegrounds and people who would disrupt her peace for this massacre. As the steps ascended she could hear the sounds of war closer to her ears. She wanted to cry when the screams of some tortured fighter echoed through the halls. She prayed the person was a foe and blocked it out. Heero would be disappointed if he thought she was a weakling who couldn't control her emotions.
Screw Heero, someone needed help! It wasn't like her to ignore the plea of the innocent on regular days, what was so different about this one? Besides the danger and the fighting at her doorstep that is. She took a step to her right, which led down a dark hallway to the person who needed help. She hesitated for a moment and wondered exactly what was waiting for her down the hall. For all she knew it could be a group of the adversaries, waiting to lure someone into a helpless trap. Or it could be some poor child who got caught in the midst of a battle they didn't understand. Heck she didn't even understand it.
With a certain amount of courage she was glad she possessed, she started towards the screaming victim. An expensive antique painting by Thomas Kincaid was slashed to pieces with a bloody knife. Was this a personal siege against her? Anyone in their rightful mind would have stole the painting and hocked it for at least a quarter mill. She then came upon a scene that sent her heart racing and her chilled her body. One of her personal bodyguards stood between a foe and a little girl cuddled on her dead mother's lap. The child was whimpering against her mother's cold shoulder as the officer in blue hacked away at the barely standing young man.
Relena's mind registered the fact that all the foes seemed to be dressed in a navy-blue uniform much like the green Preventor one. She watched the blue asshole finish mangling her friend's arm and reach for his gun.
With a sickening crunch much like that of bones breaking, she hauled a piece of glass out of the broken picture frame. The man in blue turned towards her and raised his gun on a reflex reaction.
"That's right. I'm the one you want to kill. Leave everyone else out of this you asshole. Face me like the coward you are!"
"Miss Relena! What're ye doing?" Her bodyguard did the job he was paid to do and leaped between her and the adversary. The man smirked and pulled the trigger of his gun.
Relena hurled the piece of glass and dragged the officer down with her. The bullet imbedded itself in his bullet-proof vest and settled harmlessly. They stood up and he looked towards the man who had been killing him moments before. The piece of glass was deeply imbedded into his skull and brain fluid was leaking on to the floor.
"Ye killed him yer majesty."
Relena looked up from where she was crouched beside the little girl and her mom. The little girl was sobbing into the princess's shoulder as she checked the mother's pulse.
"She's alive!"
"Thank the lord."
"You and your wife need to get to a hospital. I'm afraid your daughter may be traumatized by what she's seen today. Is there any way for you to get to a medical clinic?"
"Major Po is fixing people up on the second floor."
"Good luck to you." She watched as the man picked up his injured wife with a shaky arm, while his little girl walked beside them. That family should survive this fight. Would others? She curled up into a ball at the feet of the dead man.
She had killed. She had taken the life of another. Could she ever go back to the life she had innocently led? How could she survive this when it felt as if her heart was ripped out of her chest? She may as well have died for all its worth, she already felt as if she had.
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