Gundams With Wings
Part
Ten
By Lady
AngelFiren
PART TEN
Warning! This part has a high yuck factor! not for those who have weak stomachs!!
"speech"
/thoughts/
{telepathy}
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Trowa's jaw
dropped at the sight of the shooter, who stepped, trembling and obviously
frightened, from the shadows of the thickest part of trees towards him.
*She* had blue eyes.
And wheat blond hair.
Relena
PeaceCraft.
Relena fucking PeaceCraft, the sworn *pacifist* was Duo's
shooter.
Trowa wasn't sure how to handle this. Heero would undoubtedly want
to kill her, so offing the girl was out, despite his climbing fury. This meant
that the unibanged boy had to get Relena to the house, but he didn't want to
risk breaking Heero's healing abilities with the uncontrollable, blind rage he
knew the Wing pilot would have for anyone who harmed Duo, but especially the
shivering, whimpering girl before him. So Relena had to stay here.
Trowa
conjured thick bars in the girl's mind, making them appear strong and
inescapable. She shrieked and wrapped her hands around a pair of the invisible
bars, tears beginning to run down her face.
/Serves her right,/ he though as
she began to yell for help. Who exactly did she think she was going to attract?
Heero? Did she not understand that he was *willingly* in love with Duo, and that
his death wouldn't change that? What in the Hell was wrong with this girl
anyway? He couldn't figure it out, so he made an illusionary flare in the sky
above the thicket to attract Wufei, and busied himself making imaginary monsters
appear fleetingly in Relena's cage, drooling and snarling over her before they
savagely attacked one another or walked straight through the bars, leaving
Relena crying harder. Trowa chuckled at this display of fear. She did *not* know
what she was up against; playing with powerful G-Boys is never smart, especially
when the power isn't solely military training.
Five minutes later, the
Chinese boy landed, tucking away his bright red wings and cautiously entering
the trees. He was happy to be out of the wind, and was pleased when he saw
Trowa, but upon seeing the imprisoned girl, he was filled with fury, and a tree
at the edge of the cluster caught fire, but the blaze was quickly put out by the
howling wind.
{This onna is Maxwell's shooter? Do you know that it is *not*
well with him? He has been hit with all three bullets. One went through his
heart. He is going to die, or is already dead because of her. And Yuy's life is
ruined as well. Stupid onna, let me burn her, slowly. She deserves everything we
throw at her.} Wufei used telepathy to keep the caged girl from hearing, but
Trowa still felt the fire in his temper.
{No. We wait until Duo is dealt
with. Go and see how he's doing, or if he's… dead. I'll stay here.} Trowa's tone
dismissed the red-winged pilot, who went off to check on the bloody scene which
had unfolded on the kitchen floor.
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Wu arrived to a
scene seemingly painted all in blood. Duo and Heero were unconscious, lying in a
lake of the crimson fluid. The Japanese boy was slumped forward over Duo, his
wings lying limply in the blood, face and hair matted and clumping together with
the stuff. He did appear to be breathing, very shallowly, and entirely too slow;
and unusual, dangerous sign.
Duo looked much worse, the parts of him that
weren't slicked over with blood were an unhealthy waxen white, tinted blue here
and there. He didn't appear to be breathing.
/He's gone…/ Wu thought, and
felt the very first tears he'd cried in years run thinly from his eyes, only a
few had a chance to be shed before he pushed the sadness out of his mind.
Quatre was there too, unconscious, but he was breathing more regularly, and
although his whole form was covered in blood, and his limbs were limp, he was
definitely alright. His wings were draped over his shoulders, his hands strewn
slack over the boys in front of him, palms up, fingers curled in slightly in
sleep.
Wufei quickly used the emergency his communication device, something
none of the pilots ever went on a mission without, to contact emergency rescue.
Giving their co-ordinates, the woman on the other end of the line told him that
a chopper would be there momentarily to help. He went outside to wait.
When
the medics arrived after what seemed an eternity, Wu was surprised and relieved
to see that there was no trace of wings on either of the unconscious boys, and
he wondered what Quatre was actually doing if he was not entirely unconscious.
He quickly sped out of the house to where Trowa was waiting, and they both
watched from the safety of the gnarled pines, Relena screaming in her little
prison, calls drowned out by the wind.
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Dead.
Duo was
dead.
Heero milled about in his unconscious, dark little world, searching
with his mind for the boy's presence. He did not find it, and he had not found
it for some time, however long he had been in here. Disgusting images of his
only love's battered, rotting form hung everywhere he went, and always it was
the same. He would wander through the halls of one or another of Quatre's
safehouses, or through a dark alley on some unfamiliar, nondescript colony,
always searching for his love. It wasn't that he could not find his body, it was
that what he found was a body, and only that. Duo's poor deformed corpse with
thick black blood leaking from it, suspended from a doorframe, or a rafter, or
sometimes just hovering plainly in thin air. The hair was loose, half of it cut
jaggedly off, the rest full of spiders and maggots, flies buzzuing lazily in and
out of his open mouth, tongue swollen in his head, nose trailing the same liquid
that dripped.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Buzzzz.
Then the body's eyes
would open, and they were the worst part, black. Not gone, just black, shriveled
a little, but somehow still seeing him. Seeing *him* and holding a thin, rotting
hand up, over the heart that beat in his wide open chest cavity. A long black
snake crept from the gaping hole and slid slowly up his dead love's body, around
his neck, and into his mouth, past the swollen tongue, and back out his chest
again, all the while clutching his heart in some part of its body, squeezing in
a heartbeat rhythm to circulate the sticky decomposing blood. It was filled with
maggots, just as his hair was, and a few of them wiggled enough to drop down to
the earth below, either staying there to lap at the spilt blood, or somehow
changing to another form and walking off.
Heero was stuck in this place in
his mind, day and night, refusing to try and escape. He had originally been
frightened and disgusted by the body, but had come to understand that this was
the last of Duo, and it was precious. He gathered his courage, and stepped
closer to the body before him, which hung by one arm in a doorway, dust blowing
across his vision like an old Western. He reached a shaking hand out to touch
the pale, patchy skin before him and felt life flood into him, fulfillment, and
only love for Duo. He looked up and saw that the body's arm was bound to the top
of the door by a thin rope tightly wound about one wrist and a metal hook that
was protruding from the brand new, clean, perfectly white wall around the old,
rotted door. It was strange, how the wall was freshly painted and flawless, but
the door was an antique, carved of oak or some other heavy wood, and so old that
it had almost entirely rotted off its hinges.
/Love, I will stay with
you…/
Heero walked up the steps that had appeared beside Duo, and took a thin
rope, identical to the one that bound him, from a pair of arms that offered it.
He wound his arm up to the hook and felt the stairs retreat, leaving him
suspended beside his silent, dead love's body. It was warm with the heat around
them, but froze at his touch. He stayed there in his mind's eye, a thousand
terrifying versions of this very scene floating through each other like clashing
clouds in a storm.
Heero closed his eyes and resolved to stay there, which he
did, thinking with very little sanity that this was not entirely right, aside of
course from being totally disgusting. He didn't care. The bigger part of his
mind told him that it was right, and he refused to come out of his delusional
reverie, knowing full well that although the world beckoned him, it was much
safer here, much better to stay with his love, with his Duo.
He would often
drift off in his delusions, and sometimes he would be drawn to consciousness
involuntarily. When this happened, he quickly quieted his thoughts, which he was
almost positive his body would speak aloud, and lay just below the surface of
awakening, watching the world around him with his power. Quatre was there a few
of these times, and eagerly tried to force coherent thought or feeling from
Heero, his soft, welcoming mind pressing inwards and beckoning him to awaken.
Although he was not capable of forming actual words, Heero got his message
across, lashing out wildly with his mind and nearly destroying Quatre's poor,
insufficiently guarded consciousness with blind rage and hurt. He left an
impression of his little world in the blonde's head for several hours afterward,
and Quatre could only lay in a hospital bed and cry, muttering about how awful
it was there, where Heero was. They were, after all, in a hospital, and damn
lucky that Heero's mostly unconscious form had not been locked away in some
asylum (thank you, Quatre's money) . He raved on day and night about all kinds
of things, mostly repeating to the plain white walls the picture he saw in front
of him, a picture that had become all he knew. It hadn't been that long, but
after being nearly destroyed several times, Quatre decided to take a more brutal
approach to waking Heero.
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In the meantime,
Heero's world was crumbling. His body wouldn't let him stay unconscious anymore,
and he kept waking up, one time his eyes actually opened, and although he
couldn't see anything, he was enraged, and managed to strike a nurse who was
changing his IV bag unconscious. Now the only one who was brave enough to enter
his room was Quatre, who sent The Japanese boy into his worst rages. Quatre,
this whole time, had been talking to him and trying to bring him out, but he
felt only anger for the rich blond, and refused to co-operate.
It wasn't his
fault, he didn't understand how to feel anything but hate for the world now, and
when Duo's form finally disappeared from his mind, he went into a terrible fit,
screaming and kicking in his restraints. Duo was gone, he had nothing now. Not
only was his real body gone from the world, probably stuffed in an urn or
rotting in the ground, but his mind's grasp on the last fleeting wisps of Duo
was also gone. It was this exact time that Quatre decided to take action. He
stormed into the room without warning, not really knowing what he planned to do,
and hopped up onto the body which was held in straining restraints on the hard
bed.
"Stop it!" He said, and punched Heero in the stomach.
"Stop this
Heero, you are stronger than this, just snap the fuck out of it! That's an
order!" He slapped the contorted face and slapped it again when he saw a
reaction in the boy under him.
"Heero, wake the fuck up. Don't you want to
see Duo before we bring him away? Well get up. I know what you're seeing in
there, although I can't understand why you want to stay there, but I do know
what you're seeing. Get up, right now, or I'll kill you, and you won't even have
your delusional little world anymore. Get yourself together in there and wake
up. If you do, I will let you out of your restraints. Alright?" he slapped Heero
again for good measure.
The Wing pilot
went silent, and stopped moving, but he was terrified to open his eyes and leave
behind everything that he had left, everything that mattered. even if Duo was
gone, maybe he would come back, but out there, in the world, there was no Duo,
no love, no reason to live. How could he leave this place? Why wouldn't Quatre
just go away?
{Q-Quatre?} he asked very quietly and shakily, his mental voice
was almost hoarse from his mind's screams and the uncontrolled flood of emotion
that the crazy empath had suffered. He did not open his eyes. In fact he was
still too deep in unconsciousness, and none of the other pilots would have heard
him, but Quatre had the same thought patterns as him, and it allowed them to
communicate.
{Are you ready to calm down now?} The little Arabian was not
about to let down his guard, as the more powerful telepath could surprise him
and fry his mind if he wasn't cautious.
{Um…why-why…do I have to w-wake up?
Its better…better in here. I'm afraid, Quatre.} Heero slowly worked his way
towards wakefulness as he solidified his trust in Quatre.
{You're going to be
alright Heero, but you need to wake up, or you won't make any progress, and you
won't get to see Duo before he leaves.}
{Duo?!} The confused boy latched onto
that thought and it reverberated through both of their minds as Quatre started
to explain what had happened, more and more reluctant to mention what had
happened to the black-winged, braided wonder as he went on with his
story.
{Well, what happened after I passed out then?}
{Wufei called the
paramedics, They did everything they could, but…}
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