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Dorothy and Relena sat on a wooden bench in front of a window to a dark room. The room they were in was steel and cold with a single light hanging from the blank ceiling. A fat panel led to the small dark room before them. Dorothy made her nervousness obvious as she twitched and flinched and adjusted her bra strap (Quatre told her before the trail he'd like to adjust her bra strap). The door they had entered through opened and two huge, prison officials entered on either side of a wild-headed prisoner in an ugly jumpsuit. He held his head low. His hands were cuffed and at his groin. Relena immediately got up and went to him.
"Excuse me sir, I am her Highness Ambassador Vice Foreign Minister Relena Peacecraft-Darlian. I was told you wanted me to pray for you but I thought—"
The prisoner lifted his head. Relena's face melted.
"You'd pray for me?" Heero asked. Relena shrieked.
"What happened? You're not supposed to be executed for another week!"
"I'm special I guess," Heero murmured. Relena threw her arms around him. He snapped his cuffs so that he could hold her. She buried herself in his neck, and he snuggled her back against his chest. She shook her head wishing this scene away as hard as she could.
"God, please stop this horrible dream, please God, please don't do this to me." The guards pulled him loose of her grip and dragged him to the little dark room. A light switched on. There was a chair with straps and a headpiece.
"Nooooo!" Relena screamed with her heart's love for him. One guard took Heero away, while another held Relena back. Dorothy sat paralyzed on the bench. The guard strapped Heero down.
"Noooooo!" she wailed with all her might, "Please don't take him AWAY FROM ME! Please! Stop! Heero! Come back! Get out!" Heero struggled, mind you, but he wasn't any match for the huge, fat guard. The guard buckled the headpiece securely to Heero's head and stepped outside the small room, shutting the panel behind him.
"HEERO!" Relena screamed one final, desperate time. The guard at the switch opened a tiny box. I love you, Relena……………………………………..
There was a flash.
There was a cackle.
The lights in the little room went out.
They flashed back on.
God forbid it, but they flashed back on.
Heero was still in the chair.
He was still in the chair.
His hair was frizzed.
His jumpsuit was burned.
His body was slumped.
His life was gone.
Relena charged at the window.
"NOOOO!!!! HEERO!!!!! GOD, NO, GOD, NO! PLEASE, GOD! TAKE ME! TAKE ME! OH, PLEASE, GOD, WHY?" her voice skidded and stuttered, and slurred. Heero was dead. He was dead. Dead. Dead.
"Ahhhhh!" she screamed, crying hysterically. The guards dragged her, screaming and crying out of the room, and pried Dorothy from the bench, but she had passed out. Heero didn't move after they left.