§ July 7, 195 AC §
§They're coming! My brothers are coming back! Everyone said we did excellent and they loved mine and Zita's show! We did everything right and I got a little nervous at first, but when Cathy and Hilde stood up and started clapping when I came out, everyone else did too! Then I wasn't nervous anymore. I was proud of myself and did everything just like we practiced, it was so much fun! I like being out there in front of people now, it's lots of fun and I like being in the "spotlight" like Cathy said. The manager says that I'll be a natural star, just like my brother and sister! I hope the others will be proud of me too. Cathy says that we just need to wait a little while longer and then call them, then we can call my brothers and tell them. I can't tell them what I'm doing in the show yet, I want it to be a surprise. I really want to see their faces when they see my costume and my show. Not mine, mine and Zita's. I'm feeling a lot better today, last night, I had a bad dream. I saw that I was back in the small, dark room and I felt it all over again. I was so scared, I thought it was real and I couldn't find my brothers and I didn't know what was happening. I just felt the hurt all over again as the other man laid on me and then pushed himself inside my body. I couldn't stop him and I just kept screaming and no one came to help me. No one heard me. Then I woke up and found out it was a dream and Cathy let me cry and held me and calmed me down, she said that no one was ever going to hurt me and that she wouldn't ever let that happen. I trust her, but I had a bad feeling again. She said that this bad feeling was wrong, because she wasn't ever going to let something like that happen. I hope not, and I trust her. I've just still got a bad feeling. The bad feeling is getting worse now, and there's a lot of noise outside and a lot of yelling. I've gotta go, Cathy should be back from taking Hilde and Sam to another safe place. Faith is growling at the door and her tail is down, something is really wrong and I have to go.
Quickly marking his page and closing his journal, Heero placed it and the pen on the table, getting up to look out the window. He sank down immediately and cringed in the corner, seeing soldiers dressed in all too familiar uniforms swarming all over the camp grounds. Heero didn't know what to do, maybe if it were just one or two men he could do something, but there were too many! In a hushed but urgent whisper, he hissed at Faith. "Faith! No, be quiet!" He didn't know what to do, he wasn't sure! Crawling to the kitchen and into Cathy's room, the young man reached for the laptop on her bed and pulled it to the floor, the Japanese youth sitting in the corner to the side of the window. Faith sat by him, her ears pinned and a growl escaping her throat from time to time. Quickly doing as he had seen Cathrine do, he hoped that his brothers were there to answer his call.
Quatre motioned for the others to rest, grabbing the laptop and accepting the incoming call. He was about to greet Heero warmly until he truly realized his panic and fear, then he knew that something wasn't right. "You guys, get up. Something's wrong." Then turning to Heero. "What is it Heero? What's happening?"
Trembling, he motioned for the others that joined him to be quiet. "They're back and I don't know what to do. I'm scared Quatre. Cathy took Hilde and Sam to a safe place to stay, but the soldiers are here and they're wrecking everything. There are too many of them, I-I..."
Trowa felt his anger rise at this, but he kept composed. "Heero, go ahead and stay quiet and keep hidden, the others know how to take care of themselves. We'll try and get there as fast as we can, just keep quiet and don't let anyone know you're there."
Heero nodded but cringed further in the corner when he heard the door burst open, Faith running out of the room and barking and snarling madly. He only stayed where he was and listened to Faith yelp before she started barking again. 'Run away Faith, don't let them hurt you.'
"Dumb mutt, get outta here..." called a voice moments before a gunshot echoed, Faith yelping loudly and whining.
Heero wanted to go to her, but the others motioned for him to stay where he was. He was so scared and shaking so badly that he didn't know what to do, let alone do anything to really save himself. Watching the shadow of a tall man cross into his sister's room and spread over the floor, it held a gun, he could only sit and wait as the man entered the room. Hiding his face in his arms as he pulled his knees closer to his chest, he waited. 'Please don't see me, please don't see me, please don't see me,' he begged, hoping against everything that he would be invisible.
Trowa and the others watched the screen, seeing Heero wait quietly before he was jerked into the air by the collar of his shirt, his eyes wide in sheer terror. He didn't speak, but continued to tremble as the man threw him out of the room, ignorant of the computer. Seconds later, Heero's voice echoed in the trailer walls.
"No! You shot her! You shot my dog! Leave me alone! I don't know anything! Just leave us alone!" His cries were only laughed at as he backed away into the corner.
"This is the Perfect Soldier? A pathetic little cry-baby?" The two soldiers laughed so hard that tears filled their eyes, the look of terror in the "Perfect Soldier's" eyes amusing to them.
As the soldiers took his arms and pinned them sharply behind his back, he struggled to get away, hoping that someone would come to help him. "No! Let_me_go! Leave me alone!" Feeling the handcuffs once more on his arms, he hung his head and felt tears fill and fall from his Prussian eyes, these weren't just soldiers, but OZ soldiers none the less.
"The rumors about you are by far over-exaggerated. The best Gundam Pilot of the five, taking down a whole brigade of soldiers on your own. That's bull shit."
"I'm not a Gundam Pilot! I'm not the Perfect Soldier! Just leave me alone!" Struggling, he managed to get one of his arms out of their grasp, but a blinding white flashed before Heero's eyes as a pain abruptly overwhelmed him before he fell unconscious.
Dropping the boy to the floor, the soldier looked about the rest of the trailer, finding nothing but the computer with a blank screen. Walking out into the main room again, he watched his comrade look through a small, leather-bound book. "What the hell are you doing? This isn't a time to read a book." Laughing slightly, he crossed to his side, kicking the limp form in the ribs and out of his way.
The second soldier sneered. "Looks like his little dear diary." Laughing in scorn, he flipped through the few and feeble pages. Sighing, he continued. "Ah, we might be able to get something from this. Ooh look, just what I needed, a pretty silver pen. Come on, let's get this sad excuse for a pilot out of here. We've got the Cathrine girl but we haven't been able to find Hilde. They'll work better in her stead." Reaching down, he grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt for he'd been turned on his side from the brutal kick, the older man only drug him out of the trailer and through the grass, tossing his form into the back of a covered truck with another soldier who'd watch him. Cathrine had already been put into the truck.
Cathy looked at Heero, struggling to stand and get past her restraints but the other soldier just shoved her back into the corner. "No, Heero! Leave him alone you sick, sadistic bastards!" She watched the other soldier take a seat on the bench near the end of the truck, smirking. Crawling to her little brother's side, she picked him up and laid him on her lap, holding his shoulders and head in her arms. It was hard to do with the cuffs around her wrists, but she held his limp and unconscious form in her arms. Blood began to mat his hair in the back of his head, near his neck. Glaring coldly and viciously at the soldier, she began coo soft assurances in his ear and was careful to make sure she kept an eye on his breathing. It was ragged and shallow, blood slowly seeping from the side of his mouth and past his lips, down to his chin and down his neck by the way he was laying.
While the others sat slightly shocked and confused, Trowa bit his lower lip and stared coldly at the screen. "We're leaving, now. Everything is ready in the shuttle, we're going to earth. I am so *fucking* tired of them messing everything up and hurting my family." His voice was icy and harsh, yet he quickly grabbed the computer and closed the connection, grabbing it and heading out of the hotel room and to the car. The others followed, their anger dancing like flames in their eyes as well. Each had turned from caring brother to soldier who knew nothing but death. Putting the car into drive, he sped down the street. They'd take the shuttle they came to space in, go to earth, and then get their friends back. If anything happened to his sister or Heero, someone was going to pay, dearly.
§They're coming! My brothers are coming back! Everyone said we did excellent and they loved mine and Zita's show! We did everything right and I got a little nervous at first, but when Cathy and Hilde stood up and started clapping when I came out, everyone else did too! Then I wasn't nervous anymore. I was proud of myself and did everything just like we practiced, it was so much fun! I like being out there in front of people now, it's lots of fun and I like being in the "spotlight" like Cathy said. The manager says that I'll be a natural star, just like my brother and sister! I hope the others will be proud of me too. Cathy says that we just need to wait a little while longer and then call them, then we can call my brothers and tell them. I can't tell them what I'm doing in the show yet, I want it to be a surprise. I really want to see their faces when they see my costume and my show. Not mine, mine and Zita's. I'm feeling a lot better today, last night, I had a bad dream. I saw that I was back in the small, dark room and I felt it all over again. I was so scared, I thought it was real and I couldn't find my brothers and I didn't know what was happening. I just felt the hurt all over again as the other man laid on me and then pushed himself inside my body. I couldn't stop him and I just kept screaming and no one came to help me. No one heard me. Then I woke up and found out it was a dream and Cathy let me cry and held me and calmed me down, she said that no one was ever going to hurt me and that she wouldn't ever let that happen. I trust her, but I had a bad feeling again. She said that this bad feeling was wrong, because she wasn't ever going to let something like that happen. I hope not, and I trust her. I've just still got a bad feeling. The bad feeling is getting worse now, and there's a lot of noise outside and a lot of yelling. I've gotta go, Cathy should be back from taking Hilde and Sam to another safe place. Faith is growling at the door and her tail is down, something is really wrong and I have to go.
Quickly marking his page and closing his journal, Heero placed it and the pen on the table, getting up to look out the window. He sank down immediately and cringed in the corner, seeing soldiers dressed in all too familiar uniforms swarming all over the camp grounds. Heero didn't know what to do, maybe if it were just one or two men he could do something, but there were too many! In a hushed but urgent whisper, he hissed at Faith. "Faith! No, be quiet!" He didn't know what to do, he wasn't sure! Crawling to the kitchen and into Cathy's room, the young man reached for the laptop on her bed and pulled it to the floor, the Japanese youth sitting in the corner to the side of the window. Faith sat by him, her ears pinned and a growl escaping her throat from time to time. Quickly doing as he had seen Cathrine do, he hoped that his brothers were there to answer his call.
Quatre motioned for the others to rest, grabbing the laptop and accepting the incoming call. He was about to greet Heero warmly until he truly realized his panic and fear, then he knew that something wasn't right. "You guys, get up. Something's wrong." Then turning to Heero. "What is it Heero? What's happening?"
Trembling, he motioned for the others that joined him to be quiet. "They're back and I don't know what to do. I'm scared Quatre. Cathy took Hilde and Sam to a safe place to stay, but the soldiers are here and they're wrecking everything. There are too many of them, I-I..."
Trowa felt his anger rise at this, but he kept composed. "Heero, go ahead and stay quiet and keep hidden, the others know how to take care of themselves. We'll try and get there as fast as we can, just keep quiet and don't let anyone know you're there."
Heero nodded but cringed further in the corner when he heard the door burst open, Faith running out of the room and barking and snarling madly. He only stayed where he was and listened to Faith yelp before she started barking again. 'Run away Faith, don't let them hurt you.'
"Dumb mutt, get outta here..." called a voice moments before a gunshot echoed, Faith yelping loudly and whining.
Heero wanted to go to her, but the others motioned for him to stay where he was. He was so scared and shaking so badly that he didn't know what to do, let alone do anything to really save himself. Watching the shadow of a tall man cross into his sister's room and spread over the floor, it held a gun, he could only sit and wait as the man entered the room. Hiding his face in his arms as he pulled his knees closer to his chest, he waited. 'Please don't see me, please don't see me, please don't see me,' he begged, hoping against everything that he would be invisible.
Trowa and the others watched the screen, seeing Heero wait quietly before he was jerked into the air by the collar of his shirt, his eyes wide in sheer terror. He didn't speak, but continued to tremble as the man threw him out of the room, ignorant of the computer. Seconds later, Heero's voice echoed in the trailer walls.
"No! You shot her! You shot my dog! Leave me alone! I don't know anything! Just leave us alone!" His cries were only laughed at as he backed away into the corner.
"This is the Perfect Soldier? A pathetic little cry-baby?" The two soldiers laughed so hard that tears filled their eyes, the look of terror in the "Perfect Soldier's" eyes amusing to them.
As the soldiers took his arms and pinned them sharply behind his back, he struggled to get away, hoping that someone would come to help him. "No! Let_me_go! Leave me alone!" Feeling the handcuffs once more on his arms, he hung his head and felt tears fill and fall from his Prussian eyes, these weren't just soldiers, but OZ soldiers none the less.
"The rumors about you are by far over-exaggerated. The best Gundam Pilot of the five, taking down a whole brigade of soldiers on your own. That's bull shit."
"I'm not a Gundam Pilot! I'm not the Perfect Soldier! Just leave me alone!" Struggling, he managed to get one of his arms out of their grasp, but a blinding white flashed before Heero's eyes as a pain abruptly overwhelmed him before he fell unconscious.
Dropping the boy to the floor, the soldier looked about the rest of the trailer, finding nothing but the computer with a blank screen. Walking out into the main room again, he watched his comrade look through a small, leather-bound book. "What the hell are you doing? This isn't a time to read a book." Laughing slightly, he crossed to his side, kicking the limp form in the ribs and out of his way.
The second soldier sneered. "Looks like his little dear diary." Laughing in scorn, he flipped through the few and feeble pages. Sighing, he continued. "Ah, we might be able to get something from this. Ooh look, just what I needed, a pretty silver pen. Come on, let's get this sad excuse for a pilot out of here. We've got the Cathrine girl but we haven't been able to find Hilde. They'll work better in her stead." Reaching down, he grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt for he'd been turned on his side from the brutal kick, the older man only drug him out of the trailer and through the grass, tossing his form into the back of a covered truck with another soldier who'd watch him. Cathrine had already been put into the truck.
Cathy looked at Heero, struggling to stand and get past her restraints but the other soldier just shoved her back into the corner. "No, Heero! Leave him alone you sick, sadistic bastards!" She watched the other soldier take a seat on the bench near the end of the truck, smirking. Crawling to her little brother's side, she picked him up and laid him on her lap, holding his shoulders and head in her arms. It was hard to do with the cuffs around her wrists, but she held his limp and unconscious form in her arms. Blood began to mat his hair in the back of his head, near his neck. Glaring coldly and viciously at the soldier, she began coo soft assurances in his ear and was careful to make sure she kept an eye on his breathing. It was ragged and shallow, blood slowly seeping from the side of his mouth and past his lips, down to his chin and down his neck by the way he was laying.
While the others sat slightly shocked and confused, Trowa bit his lower lip and stared coldly at the screen. "We're leaving, now. Everything is ready in the shuttle, we're going to earth. I am so *fucking* tired of them messing everything up and hurting my family." His voice was icy and harsh, yet he quickly grabbed the computer and closed the connection, grabbing it and heading out of the hotel room and to the car. The others followed, their anger dancing like flames in their eyes as well. Each had turned from caring brother to soldier who knew nothing but death. Putting the car into drive, he sped down the street. They'd take the shuttle they came to space in, go to earth, and then get their friends back. If anything happened to his sister or Heero, someone was going to pay, dearly.