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Relena felt completely helpless. Heero's body jolted and jumped with every shot, and the seat around Relena exploded in tiny little leather and cotton eruptions. She didn't feel pain; inconceivable fear wrapped itself around her and protected her.
Heero was in a daze. He was lost in a battle, but this was peace. They'd won the battle, they'd won. What was this? Real life. He was battling real life. Life is a constant struggle to succeed. He struggled to win too much. He needed to struggle to love now. He had to love Relena. In order to do that successfully, he had to save her. Heero gathered his consciousness and pulled a special bullet from his pocket, a four-inch nuclear bullet. He popped into his gun, hurting all over with sharp, degrading pain. He pulled his dislocated shoulder to aim and fired at the new gunman. The bullet penetrated his body, and he exploded, sending entrails and blood everywhere. Relena tried to scream, but couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't think. She was bound by fear. The driver started shooting. Heero's foot pushed the gas without his permission. The car jumped forward. The surprised driver stepped on his gas as well. Heero loaded a bullet that could be fired 10 times. He aimed and fired. He missed, and climbed into the back seat. Relena gathered her consciousness and climbed into the driver's seat. She desperately tried to stay conscious as Heero reached across her face again and fried several shots. When he took his arm away, they were about to hit a pothole, and Relena slammed the brakes with all her might.
"Woooaaaahhhhhh!" Heero hollered as he flew over her head and through the windshield. He hit the pavement hard. The driver seized the opportunity to run Heero over. Heero saw the truck speeding at him. Not today, he thought, firing at the truck until the windshield was no more. He pulled another stick of dynamite from his back pocket and shot the wick. He heaved it in the truck with all his might, knocking the driver on his head and causing his to swerve and miss Heero by literally an inch and collide with another construction tower. The dynamite caused another titanic explosion. Heero looked at Relena. Relena gazed at his silhouette in the fiery background. He looked so regal, so hard, and so invincible. He stood there for a minute, legs spread in a three quarter view, arms strait down, darkish completion contrasting with his dark hair. But those eyes. Those wild Prussian eyes. They had saved her again. She passed out, still seeing those beautifully wild, life-saving Prussian eyes. He also collapsed.
END OF PART 5