25
Relena looked at her watch. It was fifteen minutes after midnight. Waited by the pretty fountain that had drawn her to Heero and she and her new love had always sat by. She looked up and saw a figure in the darkness moving toward her at a rapid pace. Vincent was revealed by streetlights. Relena heard a thump and rustle in the bushes. It alarmed her at first, but she knew it was just Heero pointing his gun at Vincent.
"I really wish you would come back to your senses. We'll be good together. I really like you, Relena. I think you're real cute. I won't cheat this time, but you gotta cut me some slack-three extra-relational one-night-stands. Just three. Then I'll stop. I promise." He begged, lessening the distance between them from ten feet to three. Relena took a step back. Where was Heero? What was he doing? What was he waiting on? Vincent jumped at her, grabbed her shoulders, and tried to kiss her.
"No!" she cried, kicking him out of reflexes. He threw her to the ground. She gasped. Laying directly in front of her under the bushes was Heero, bound with iron chain, and head bleeding, not moving.
"What have you done to him?" she screamed at Vincent. Heero groaned, trying to regain consciousness. More blood began to stream down his face. He went totally limp.
"I'll do the same thing to you if you don't come back to me, lover."
"You're a sick-ass bastard and a psychopath! Get the hell away from me!"
Vincent shot her. She cried out. Such intense pain. Her leg bled.
"Bitch, I'll kill you! How dare you talk to me like I'm that two-bit murderer you left me for!" He shot her again in her other leg. She screamed in pain and fear. Heero snapped awake, flipped over on his back, and threw his free legs at the man that had clubbed and bound him. Vincent shot Relena in one of her arms. Heero stood bound, gagged, and bleeding on top of his jailer. Some horrible, hot vengeance boiled hard inside of him, down to the depths of his heart. Vincent looked to his right to see a burning Heero. With a flex of his body, the chains exploded from around him.
"One more shot and your life is mine," Pure rage rolled out of Heero's mouth. Vincent feared him at first, but then smiled and shot Relena's other arm. She gave one last painful scream, accompanied by a heart-wrenching cry, tears and blood mixing on the pavement. In a silent fury, Heero walked up to Vincent until he was a foot away. Vincent shot Heero in his stomach. Heero acted as if nothing had happened. Vincent shot him again; still no effect. Heero gathered his love and rage into his fist and pulled it back. He didn't punch Vincent, he let his fist go, anger, hurt, rage, pain, and love shot it into Vincent. Heero had hit him in his stomach so hard, he could feel the curve of Vincent's spine on his knuckles. Vincent was stunned senseless, then toppled back, and passed out in the fountain pool. The man that bound Heero tried to sneak up on him from behind. Heero arched his back, took the man's front belt loop with one hand and his shirt collar in the other, and shot up right, heaving him over the fountain. Heero looked down. Relena was barely hanging on. He slipped his arms under her back and the bend in her knees and lifted her gently. It was then she went limp and lost consciousness. He carried his limp love two miles to the hospital.