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Vincent sat in his jail cell, watching the trial, smiling through boredom at Heero's doom. He must have looked like he belonged in the laughing house. But hey, what do you expect? He was 'crazy'. Now that was some funny shit the prosecutor brought up, getting all technical with the word 'crazy'. Vincent laughed out loud as the courtroom cleared and the picture faded out. The guard by his jail excused himself and his mother appeared from around a corner.
"What took you so long?" Vincent demanded.
"Sorry baby," she apologized, "I actually had to cry real tears to win this one."
"It's ok, as long as that idiot judge fell for it." He smiled deviously. His mother gave an identically devious smile. "I saw what you did to the bitch and her man, splitting them up like that. Damn good genius, if I may say so."
"Thank you Darling. Listen Vincie, you're going to have to break out. I'm sorry."
"Its fine, give me the striker." Vincent's mother handed him a device her husband had invented to melt prison cell bars. Vincent smiled his thanks to his mother. She smiled back and left. Vincent imagined Relena. He saw her and her horrified expression when she saw him loose. Heero was dead, nobody could save her now. He saw her in his arms, squeezing her, squeezing her, threatening her, marrying her, beating her into submission, and raping her so she wouldn't leave or he'd do it over and over all night, and then he'd break every limb he'd originally shot……………………………………
Oh, Vince, he thought to himself, smiling insanely, you are one sick son of a bitch. I know. Thank you.
END PART VIII