Shadow of the Revolution
Disclaimer: The standard disclaimer applies. (I don't own GW… blah blah blah…)
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Shadow of the Revolution
Chapter 6
Wufei visually searched the back alleyway of the colony with disgust. It smelled fouled, littered with everything from rotting furniture to tipped-over garbage cans and old newspapers. He had been sent here to infiltrate some kind of secret mob planning to disrupt the peace, but so far he had found absolutely nothing. According to his sources, this was where the group held their meetings; Wufei thought it was highly unlikely that a band skilled enough to break Preventers security and pose as a threat to their senior officer would meet in such a place as this, but you could never know. The way to hide is to blend in with the surroundings; just like hiding a tree in the forest.
A small gust of wind shook his coat and ruffled his hair, slightly causing his ponytail to swing. Something wasn't right, and Wufei knew it; that gut feeling he had, the sharp intuition and the knowledge he was being watched told Wufei that this was a trap. How they knew he was coming he didn't know, but that was almost the last thing on his mind. He stood with his hands in his pockets as if he hadn't sensed anything; he found that there was no need to stir up the enemy, to let them know he sensed them. He pretended he had taken a wrong turn, and was about to leave when a movement on his right caught his attention.
Wufei turned just in time to see a fist launched straight for his face. He dodged sideways easily, and swung around to kick the attacker in the stomach. The attacker, preparing to strike again wasn't in a defensive position and didn't react fast enough; Wufei caught him full in the stomach with his knee, causing him to bawl over in pain, but not before Wufei had made sure the attacker was out for good and punched him hard in the face. The sound of running footsteps behind him signaled that there were more assailants on the way. He whipped around, coming face-to-face with seven enormous guys, all having a weapon of some sort. One of them had a baseball bat, another one had a club; two of them had hockey sticks and the remaining three had picked up some bent pipes they'd found beside one of the garbage cans.
Wufei glared at them maliciously, totally unafraid of the imposing goons. If it's a fight they wanted, it's a fight they'd get. He doubted that they had any smarts to them; they were just drooling giants to him. A good punch here, a well-placed kick there, and they'd go down no problem. He wouldn't even need a weapon!
As they glared at each other, one of the humongous thugs charged at him, swinging his baseball bat wildly. The hooligan was fast for his size, much to Wufei's surprise, but he shook it off and kept on fighting. He landed a solid blow to the brute's chest, and smirked to his victory. Unbelievably, the punch didn't even affect the mountain of muscle, and Wufei's jaw dropped. The others stood there, grinning wickedly, as Wufei started to realize that the clash would be a little harder for him to win. Aggravated, Wufei initiated a series of fast punches, kicks, jabs, and almost anything he could come up with. The thug was slow to dodge, and caught all the hits Wufei was giving. Finally, after another hard kick, the ruffian fell backwards, eyes rolling to reveal only the whites, the baseball bat limp in his hand.
Wufei stopped to wipe a small bead of sweat from his brow, and prepared for the others to attack. As if on cue, the remaining six assailants launched forward, and Wufei soon found himself dodging hockey sticks, a club, and pipes and throwing out punches at an astonishing rate. His speed strengthened his lack of power, but with odds of 6-to-1, even Wufei found it hard to keep up. He was starting to pant, hard, and his movements started to get sluggish. Once he was too slow, and found a hockey stick hitting his left shoulder with so much force it caused him to jerk back. Losing his rhythm, Wufei was slowing down, and found more hockey sticks, pipes, and clubs getting shoved in his face. The goons took full opportunity of Wufei's exhaustion, seeming to gain more energy from every hit they made.
Wufei took the beating, trying to fight back as hard as he could. Being overpowered, however, he found that there was little he could do. Suddenly, the blows stopped, and Wufei looked up groggily. He realized he was sitting on his knees, hunched over in a half-crouch. He could taste the blood from his lips and nose, and felt the pain in his left hand. He knew he must have a huge bruise on his head, because it was throbbing painfully, and probably a couple of broken ribs, at least. Still, he would not go down that easily, and unsteadily tried to stand, preparing to attack. But before he could do anything, almost before he was standing properly, he felt another sharp pang in his head.
Wufei fell forward limply onto the solid ground.
He was out cold.
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"LET GO OF ME!!!" Heero thundered at the Preventers trying to restrain him. Most of them seemed fearful of him, but they did as they were told and tried to constrain him as best as they could. In an instant, Heero felt the presence of someone beside him, and was able to catch a half-glance of Duo staring at him worriedly.
"Heero! Hey, Heero! What's the matter with you?!? I think you've had one too many drinks, Heero. Calm down. HEERO!" Duo had to shout to be heard over the commotion. Beside him, an equally worried Quatre watched fearfully.
It's exactly like that time he was controlled by the Zero system… Quatre thought to himself, remembering all too well the time he had to fight against Heero to bring him to his senses.
From the podium above, Relena watched Heero violently try to reach her. She had heard him call out her name, but she had no clue why he was acting the way he was or even what was happening. Most of the guests were very alarmed, moving as far away from the upheaval as they possibly could; all of them were bunched up against the opposite wall of the room. Had the tension in the air not been so serious, Relena thought she might have laughed. The pale white faces of the people, the Preventers trying to contain Heero, Duo and Quatre trying to calm him down; everything was in such an uproar, and her she was standing at the top watching it all.
Suddenly she realized that Heero was bleeding, and she was panic-stricken. She wanted to run to him, but somehow her legs didn't move. Instead, she stood there, dumb folded, and was able to catch a word or two of what Heero was trying to say.
"Let go… she'll get shot… get her out of here…"
She was more than a little confused after listening to that. Who'll get shot? What was Heero talking about? Then the realization started to seep in. The only person in the room that was in the open and made an easy target was her, and Heero had probably seen something. Her eyes went wide from horror, but her body was still uncooperative, even though she knew she had to move and save herself. She just continued to stare straight ahead of her unseeingly, felt the pressure of someone pushing against her, a loud bang, terrified shrieks, and someone whispering to her urgently. And then everything went black…
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Goodbye, Relena Peacecraft.
Blade pulled the trigger and watched. As if in slow motion, she could see the laser beam heading towards its target, heading right towards Relena's head. It was inches from reaching her, when a blur of movement went hurdling toward Relena, knocking her over so that instead of hitting her head, the shot had went into her shoulder. Heero Yuy had saved her; that was the incompetence of a member of her team. The girl would be in serious trouble afterwards. Blade cursed softly, hoping the shot was deep enough to kill. Just to make sure, she prepared to finish the job. All the people were too busy checking to see whether the Vice Foreign Minister was alright that they didn't even take any notice of her. She had to wait for the gun to reload for a couple of seconds, then locked onto the target once again…
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"Relena! Relena! Please, be okay," Heero shook her fearfully. There was silence in the room, everyone being too stunned to make a sound. Trowa was the first to break the silence as he came over to help Heero aid Relena, and Quatre and Duo nervously followed his example. Heero took off the jacket of his tux and wrapped it around Relena. Her wound was deep, dangerously so. Blood was pouring out at an incredible rate, and already a pool was starting to form on the floor where Relena's limp figure lay. He knew if the bleeding didn't stop, she would definitely die.
"Duo," his voice was hoarse. Duo couldn't reply, but looked at him to show he had heard. "Give me your jacket."
Obediently, Duo did as he was told. Heero rolled the jacket up into a little bundle and placed it onto Relena's wound, applying pressure to slow the bleeding. Noin and Sally arrived soon after, running from the back of the room as fast as they could.
"Oh my god…" Sally whispered, then turned to the Preventers standing nearest to her. "Call an ambulance! Get the guests out now!" she commanded, authority returning to her.
The Preventers snapped to attention, and proceeded to evacuate the building.
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Trowa looked on at the panorama folding before him. The Vice Foreign Minister had been shot, they were waiting for the ambulance, and the building was being evacuated. He traced a path with his eyes to where the shot had come from, and found that there was a girl there, taking aim again. The girl hadn't noticed he had seen her; Trowa took full advantage of that, and did a somersaulting back flip to land gracefully on the railing of the balcony, only a few centimeters from her. He had caught her attention, and she turned away from Relena to look at him. Before she could do anything, he kicked the gun out of her hand, and it clattered down from the balcony to land loudly on the marble floor below.
Blade smirked slightly, despite the fact nothing was going according to plan. She knew that the other pilots now saw her, and all of them were rushing up to where she stood.
So I've been revealed, she smiled secretively. If by any miracle the Vice Foreign Minister lives, I'll finish the job later. Right now it's time to blow this joint.
She stared back at Gundam pilot 0-3, a.k.a. Trowa. He regarded her with his one jaded eye, his glare steely cold but nonetheless indulgent. He hadn't attacked her, nor called for the others. He merely continued to stare at her, as if seeing her and knowing her more than she herself did. Blade narrowed her eyes behind the glasses, searching for some kind of a trap for her to let her guard down. But his gaze was so tranquil, so sincere, and for a moment she could do nothing but stare at him, at the one shimmering, emerald eye. She got lost in a sea of green, and they remained that way until footsteps behind Blade told her the cavalry had arrived.
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Author's Notes: Sorry it took a while to get this chapter up. So, what'd you think? Please leave me a review. Any comments, criticism, praises, flames, etc. I'd really like to get some feedback!!!
Any suggestions on who I should pair Blade with??? I have a person in mind, but I'd like to get some more ideas.
Thank you to Meghanna Starsong, kmf, and Misty for reviewing the last chapter. I'm finally able to start with the plot after five chapters. Hope your enjoying this story so far. If you didn't fall asleep halfway, then it's good enough for me.
Anyways, next chapter should be out a little late. I have a history essay and science project to work on, but I'll do my best to post it ASAP.
That's it for now!
~Seeress
