Crippled

Rating: uh…not R lol it's only swearing really. =^-^= no rape! Yay!

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Chapter Four: Home

Wufei's POV

I hold back a sigh as Quatre and I watch Duo bicker back and forth with Une. I'm annoyed and slightly embarrassed but appreciative at the same time as Duo gives my half into it. Quatre joins him from time to time, scolding her for making such a deadly mistake. One of these days I swear that I'll put that loud mouth and aggravating woman in a gundam and self destruct it with her held vastly in it.

"How could you not know what his mission was?" Duo's all but screaming at her now.

"It wasn't a mission given by the council, so how am I supposed to know?"

"Well geez, for one, ask him! For two, you could have someone hack into his computer or sumthin!"

"Don't raise your tone with me, Maxwell. You're under authority."

"Authority my ass! We wouldn't be in this mess if you did your job correctly!" oo…insulting her pride… very nice.

"Listen to me," I shudder inside when she uses her low dark and cold tone. It's just scary at times…but I'll never admit that out loud.

"I am way above your position. You talk to me with respect."

"FUCK that! Trowa's gonna get killed, and Heero's gonna hafta bring him back, with remains most likely you stupid-"

"Duo." I have to interrupt that one. He's going to get into enough trouble as it is. Une can be so childish, really. She's looking smugly at Duo for my intrusion on their 'conversation,' and Duo's glaring at me once again. This is the same old merry-go-round.

"What can we do Lady Une?" Quatre, excellent, distract her focus on Duo, get her onto another topic other than finger pointing.

She sighs miserably before she answers. Suddenly, she looks so tired. I almost feel bad for her. Almost. I'm still pissed at her for the state we're in. Especially the other two.

"Nothing." she says quietly.

"Oh come on now!"

"There's nothing we can do, Duo. Got it? Nothing. If we send one or more of you out, you could die as well. Then we have nothing to protect this planet. What if we get an attack? And what if only one of you are here? Or worse, no one. Then what happens when we can't defend ourselves? Do you know how many people will die? All those causalities added to the list from the war? Do you know how many children will become homeless and orphans? And the adults. What about their grieving? The people has been through enough shock. They don't need another war. Especially now. They need to be protected until they can gather themselves."

I hate it when she's right. We all scowl. It's just so depressing. We're chasing tails.

"I'm sorry." she says thickly. She raises her pale hands to her face and rubs her eyes. She hasn't gotten any sleep. I know that she's worried about the other two. But for what reasons…

Heero's POV

They finally stopped whipping Trowa. But he's not moving much. He's barely breathing. The others are looking at him. Curious and a little upset. But not the type of my upset. They're disappointed. Fucking freaks.

"Damn. Alex! We were supposed to play with him more!" if James doesn't stop screeching like a kid, I'll give him something to screech about.

"He's not dead. There's nothing to worry about. He's just passed out. No biggy. Besides. I'm tired anyway. It's time for bed." Bed. How the fuck can they sleep when they did this to another human being?! To anything? Yes, I've killed people. But I never tortured them like this. Especially for days on end.

I look at Trowa again. That' s what it is. Trowa's out cold because of the lack of blood. They'll leave him alone since he's not awake. I've really got to stop that bleeding. It's very slow now. It's starting to clot up, finally…

I fight the unbearably strong urge to go and swipe Trowa's bangs out of his closed eyes. I just want to touch him… comfort him again… but I don't want to screw up… What the hell do I do? They pay all of their attention on him, they must really hate him. But I don't know why. He doesn't disturb anyone. He stays out of everyone's way… It's just not fair. But since when has life ever been fair…

Suddenly, I feel my anger flare up again. I will come back for these bastards… I almost grin outside. I must be careful. I must not care about the others right now. Forget them…

"James, chuck him into his cell. I don't want him with the punk. I don't trust that lil' jerk."

"Sure, Al." How can they handle this so casually? How many times have they done this to him in their past? How many times have they broken him without being punished? How many times have they played in the shadows? How many times did Trowa try to die from this…

"Jus' like the good ol' times." damn it. That blond bastard better stop smirking. I'll cut his fucking lips off. He pats Trowa a couple more times. He better keep his fucking filthy hands off of him. I'm starting to glare. Dammit. Why does Trowa always do this to me? He always manages to twist my training… twist me from being cold, callous, self protection only, and unemotional to human…

The two bastards that held fast to Trowa's legs and ankles during the beating are dragging his sagging body. The one grabs Trowa's hair, lifting his head into the air. He throws his one arm underneath Trowa's barely moving chest and walks out.

There's six of them here. And now, there's only two. James and Alex has left. That's good. They're the strongest… so they leave the dumbest and weakest to keep an eye on me. Smart. Very smart. I'd roll my eyes, but I don't need the attention. The red head has a gun. A regular one. The other has the same. The guns are in the back of their pants. How careless. Anyone could grab those. Even amateurs. Either their cocky as fucking hell, or their the dumbest fucking people alive. They have a professional assassin in the same room, with their guns out and available. Yup. They really want to live. And they're both in a corner. I huff at that one. Quietly though. It's a good thing that they're cocky though. They think that they can over come me just because I have something on my wrists, and have no gun. Yet…I smirk darkly in my mind.

Though it angers me that I can't 'play' with them with the guns I'll soon possess. No, I won't go down to their rate and rape them. I'm not that inhumane.

I can't make a racket. And the cameras. There's one corner that the two cameras don't reach. It's dark. Those idiots only have one over light on. They're making this easier for me though. I watch them from the side of my eyes, staring straight ahead and glimpsing them from the side visions. They're talking. And not facing me. Geez. J would have a fit if I was like that. He'd either kill me and get another person, or throw me in a another special training for over a month to fix that 'problem.'

I know for a fact that these people spend too much. So not everything is updated. The cells don't have heat sensors or anything special. They don't even have 'night vision' to see in the dark. This is a great advantage. And the sounds are screwed up a lot. They have too much metal, magnets, and other different things interfering. I'm surprised that their computer systems haven't crashed yet. But they're smart bastards. I'll give them that. Well, most of them are.

I slide quietly into the corner. I raise on me feet, swaying slightly. I lost a bit of blood too, but no where near as much as Trowa. If I don't hurry, he could die. If I do hurry, I could fuck up, and we're both gone. And he's passed out, so fuck Une's mobile suit. But I gotta find him somewhere to be in the cockpit with me of Wing. That shouldn't bee to hard though. I just don't have anything for safety for a second person…

Don't think of that right now. Think of how to get out of here.

I follow the walls in the dark shadows. They're still not paying attention. This is despicable. I'm in the corner opposite of them now. They're talking about new 'toys' to get. Sick. This is fucking insane. They're so fucking appalling. They need therapy and to be shot like the sick dogs that they are.

I grin outwardly this time. I skirted the edges of the light and now am in the same corner of them. The red head's gun is right in front of me. And he has a silent one too…three guns. This works nicely…

I move quickly enough that they don't see the movement and shoot him in the back of the head. The other goes to grab his gun from his back but stumbles.

"Idiot." I smirk as his face finally pales. I chuckle at him and he falls to the ground, covering his face. So fucking pitiful. I look at him and shoot the other in the head again. Just to make sure he's dead. Then I turn to him. I grab him by the collar of his stiff shirt and literally drag him into the dark quickly. He screeches and I punch him. That stopped him. I throw him like he gracefully threw Trowa beside me. I kneel to his level and grab his hair. This is satisfying. I'm killing one of the bastards first handed.

"You can't take what you can give, ne?" his face trembles as my smirk widens to a chilling smile. It feels odd, but familiar. It's the satisfying death grin like I had in Wing before. It's insane. But I'm pissed off enough to play with him. But then I remember Trowa. Shit. I pull the silent gun to the middle of his forehead, then I bring it down to his crouch. He cries, begging me to stop and not do it.

"Did you stop when Trowa begged you too?" he shakes his head slowly, crying. He's crying already. And they say I'm the punk. But I don't stop torturing him; my finger starts to pull the trigger and stops in mid way. I'm studying his face.

"Do you know why I'm doing this?" I'm saying it so coldly. I'm back into the soldier mode. This is good. He remains stupor. He's scared shitless. Good.

"Do you?" I ask again. He looks up. I can see him in the dark, but he's having trouble seeing me. I can just pull the trigger now-I do and he screams-just to shock him. It worked. I grin more. Then I remember my question.

"I did that because," I'm talking slowly. Just like they were. Trying to puncture each word, each sound into their brains, "you destroyed Trowa. You're lucky. You're getting off very easily." he grabs his bleeding crouch. I shoot again, going through his hands and he cries again. I can't play now. I have to get out of here. I have to get Trowa out of here. I shoot him between the eyes then through the ear. He falls lifeless to the blood covered ground. I grab his gun and grab the unresponsive red heads clothes and the other gun the red head possessed. I slip on my ripped clothing and get out unnoticed.

Well, it's not hard to find out where Trowa was put. There's a thin blood trail that I can follow. I run along in the shadows, killing anyone that gets in my way with the silent gun. That helps a lot. It doesn't make a commotion. And I really don't need that now. I don't have enough ammo.

These people are really cocky bastards. They don't really have anyone on watch. So far I only had to kill seven of them. None of them are the torturing ones though. No matter. They'll all die in the end. But the ones that I want to kill the most will die quickly from the explosion. They'll get out easy. I frown at that thought.

I finally come to a thick metal door. There's some blood splatter in the corners and sides of the doors. Handprints. They must be Trowa's… Oh this is a lovely thing. They put the numbers: 003. Lovely joke. Such a sense of humor. Though I really shouldn't be talking on that one…

There could be a couple guards in there. But so far, they've been arrogant and it wouldn't surprise me if they left him alone. But Alex said that it was time for rest. So they're probably on break too. It's most likely that Trowa won't wake up for a couple hours. So they must have thought that too…

None the less, I prepare myself. I raise my gun up and open the door to find only Trowa. He's sprawled on the floor… and he's still unconscious. That's going to make it a little harder... but he's not feeling any pain at least. Before I make any moves, I look up and around, hunting for the cameras. Surprisingly, they don't have any... That's really odd...

As quickly as I can, I go over to his still body. I finger at his wound... there's something in it. But I don't have the time to take that out. And that makes me feel guilty. His body is still warm. That's a good thing. And he has a pulse. A faint one. I sigh in frustration. This is getting better and better.

I stretch and take off my torn green tank top. It's not that bad. And it's better than nothing. I lift up his body slightly and tie it around his rib cage. I can't make it too tight. I don't want to kill him by not being able to breath. That's defeating the whole purpose of saving him.

I brush my fingers through his hair again, getting caught in tangles. I can't help myself. His hair is so soft. He's just-I just- I...I have to touch him...and hold him... Stop fooling around. Think clearly!

I put the rough clothing on him. I can't help that. I pick his upper body up and half drag him. This is slightly easier because we're in space. So he's floating. He's so damn light...

Duo's POV

God damn fucking woman! AND HILDE WONDERS WHY I'M FUCKING GAY! How can I be cheery when we have a sacrificing bitch for a boss? I'm fuming. I know. But I sure as hell don't care.

Ooooo I wanted to punch her... but she was right. She all right about the people... How come we never come first? Just for once, only once, could we be just as important as 'the people?' And Wufei... interrupting me like that. I didn't even get a chance to give that bitch a piece of my mind! I gave her everyone else's! It's not fair...I wanted a turn...

"Duo, come on, let's go to bed."

"Yeah Q-bert. I guess you're right." After I said that, I felt a pair of warm arms close around me.

"Stop pouting."

"But Wu-wu..." he snorts and Quat and I smile. He's too cute at times. But don't tell him that one... I sigh.

"But nothing. You need rest."

"Ya know, I'm still pissed at you."

"Doesn't seem like it." I stick my tongue out, stretching out my arms for our short blond lover to join. Naturally, he comes in, snuggling at every chance he can get.

"Yeah." we're silent for a moment. We have been a lot since Trowa left. But when Heero went, we were still silent but we cuddled up more. We're trying to find comfort. I know that those two won't admit it, but they're just as afraid as I am to see how Heero and Trowa are gonna look.

"Do you guys think that Tro's gonna come back alive?" They're silent for a moment. They don't know what to think.

"Do you?" Psh. Wufei. It's always you. Always reversing a question with another. He's been hanging around the other two too much. Using their psychology shit. I hate them. Brats.

Quatre's been as bad as me. We've been hanging around in Trowa's room. We had slept in there too. Wufei reluctantly followed. It was like saying goodbye to him too in there. I swear that Une's gonna pay if Trowa's not back in one piece, and alive.

Wow. Wufei actually left first the hug first. He's been so good about this. He's been there for me and Quat, even trying to restore more faith. It's worked at times. But at others... I just hope that Heero leaves some of those bastards left for me to have fun with. I've always wanted to hurt them. Kill them off slowly. And I have no doubt that Heero has the same feelings. It's so obvious to us that he loves Trowa. But that blockhead, Trowa, is so dense when it comes to Heero. And visa versa. They overanalyze way too much.

God, I just hope that they come back soon... but I'm worried as hell right now. Heero should have back hours ago. I mean, it only takes like three hours to get there. We expected, even Heero, that it would take him at most of two hours to get in and out with Trowa, along with that run down piece of shit that Trowa took.

Heero's POV

Where the fuck is everybody? Shit, someone's coming and Trowa's slumping more. And there's nothing I can do with that small trail of blood. It's only dots. But there's blood stains in his clothes. And it looks dry. If it's dry, it's stuck to his skin. Ouch...

"Come on! We're gonna be late!" Late? Late for what?

"What the hell is this meeting about? It's fucking late...I'm tired..." ah. That explains it. A meeting. But who cares what about. The only thing that concerns me is to get Trowa out alive and back home. My arm clutches him harder before I realize what I'm doing. This is so strange... it's scary, but I like it... and I don't know why...Okay, okay, pay attention. We're almost out. I'm not going to waste my ammo.

We're finally at the base. Shit, I need space suits. I have mine in Wing. I have to stop to think for a moment. Where would they put their suits?

Along the other outdated pieces of crap. And there's guards. I pull out a few more bullets from the waistband of my spandex and force them into the one gun. A couple of these jerks actually had those silent guns, so that helped out a lot. This is the luckiest fucking escape of mine ever. Except for one thing. There's no shadows. So I have no where to hide Trowa. Okay, there's one, two, three, four guards near me, two near Wing.

I aim quickly and shoot as quickly as possible. Three of the guards near me are down already. And the alarm is going off now. It's blaring. Such a headache causer. I jump to where the suits are and grab one. It's going to have to do. It looks large enough. We're almost at Wing. I just hope that Une hasn't sent anyone out after us. I'm past over due. But knowing her, that thought didn't even cross her mind once.

The meeting must be at the other end of this place. Hardly anyone's come. Though the ones here now are causing trouble. One just shot my leg. This never ends.

Finally, it's Wing. I place Trowa in quickly and throw his suit and helmet on him and mine on me even faster. I don't bother to throw the safety harness on and I start Wing up. We're going to get out. Finally. I just love to see Alex's and James faces right now…

I shoot through and break through the safety doors and out into space. We're out. We're finally out. I can't help but let out a loud laugh. I'm happy. I finally have Trowa with me, and we're free. Better yet, he's free.

I shoot more at the station. The bullets are crashing through, and clouds of heat and fire break through. I grin. They had explosives there…stupid idiots. They were much too cocky for their own good…and I find this funny, along with finding pieces of Une's suit floating in space. I know Trowa though. He'd delete anything and everything just incase. He's not dumb.

A thunderous boom crashes through the empty void called space. It's beautiful to watch right now, and I'd watch it all burn if I could. But I know not all of it will burn and I have to get Trowa back… So now…I'm off…

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FFINAALLLLY! That chapter's done! That took forever. And ya know what? I'm STILL not plzed with how it came out. *pout* gomen… but…at least they made it, ne? =^-^= and Chapter Two of Crystal Hearts is halfway completed! *GRIN* I'm very proud of myself. =^-^= gotta go. Don't forget! C&C's I wanna know how I'm doin'. good or bad. I sound desperate ;;

Love,

Mckayel