Shadow of the Revolution

Disclaimer: I don't own GW.

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Shadow of the Revolution

Chapter 7

Noin was in the ambulance with Relena, holding her cold hand and looking at her pale face. She was unmistakably losing strength, her breath becoming more and more rapid, shivering and murmuring through her half-consciousness.

"Heero…" she whispered meekly. Her eyelids fluttered as though she were having a bad dream.

"Ssshh…" Noin soothed, lifting her free and running it through Relena's now loose hair, brushing stray strands of hair out of face. "Just hold on, Relena. You'll make it; be strong."

Even as she said those words, she doubted whether there was any truth to them. They sounded, somehow, very fake and hollow. She contemplated on how she was going to tell Milliardo what had happened. Thank goodness he had to leave on urgent business right before the incident. He would definitely be very concerned with Relena's injury and would most likely want revenge. Which would be disastrous. Milliardo wasn't known to be a patient person.

Maybe if he's too wound up in self-pity… That was Noin's first thought, but she knew it wouldn't work. Milliardo wasn't one to sit around and feel sorry for himself. The wars had made him very strong, and he would rather do something about a situation than sit and wait. He would unquestionably seek vengeance.

Relena slowly opened her eyes, but her vision was blurred and she could only make out a shadowed figure beside her. She recognized Noin, and smiled gently before closing her eyes again. Noin hadn't seen that she had woken up; she was too deep in thought to notice. Blackness overwhelmed her once again, pulling her into the horrific realm of nightmares.

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Think fast, Blade. They're here, a little voice in her head told her. She mentally cursed at herself for being so stupid as to wait around, but those eyes had somehow drawn her in. She turned to face the other three pilots, and noted with satisfaction that they were very shaken. Heero Yuy just looked plain furious! She never thought she'd be able to irritate the 'Perfect Soldier.' Even a day of Duo's blabbing didn't faze him.

So now I know your weakness.

The pilots didn't move, and neither did she. Feeling quite comfortable, even under Heero's glare, she relaxed a bit. She'd get out of this, no problem. She still had her secret weapon, after all. After a long silence, the ever-polite Quatre stepped forward a bit and tried to interrogate her.

"Why do you want to kill Vice Foreign Minister Darlian?" he asked, in a harsh tone that didn't complement his gentle eyes. She smirked a bit. Like she was going to tell him… even though he was kinda cute…

"I don't believe that's any of your business," she replied evenly, her arms at her sides but prepared to defend against an attack. She saw that Heero's hands were in fists at his side, and he was glaring daggers at her.

If looks could kill… she laughed mentally.

Duo, for once, was very silent. He just looked very bewildered, but he seemed ready to fight when the time came. Heero had seemed to of had enough. In a quick movement, he had pushed Duo and Quatre, and was face-to-face with her. Her sunglasses predicting that he was going to throw a right hook, she dodged backwards just in time to save herself. His failed attempt at harming her seemed to infuriate him even more, and he was wildly throwing punches at her minutes later. His punches were hard and would be very accurate had her senses not been sharper and she could anticipate his movements. The fact that she knew his technique because she had been trained with the exact same ones also helped her greatly, along with the Zero system sunglasses. The other pilots seemed to regain themselves and soon Duo had rushed in to help Heero, throwing punches, kicks, and other whatnots at her. She found it harder to dodge both of them at the same time, but still held out until Quatre joined in. She was quite surprised at him; Quatre wasn't known to like violence. It just showed her how much value he put in Vice Foreign Minister Darlian and their friendship.

She fought hard, throwing punches of her own while blocking the ones that were about to inflict damage on her. She took a hard blow from Heero, and she suspected that he had broken her ribs. She got another punch, this time right at her face, which sent her sunglasses flying off. She staggered back, already feeling a bruise forming, and tasting coppery blood in her mouth. Her sight became blurry, and right then she felt someone elbow her in the back. The blow carried such force that she fell forwards. She tried to use her wrists to support herself, but she heard a crack and that probably meant that she had broken one of them. The throbbing pain coming from her left arm told her which wrist was broken. Using her right hand, she shakily tried to support herself up. The beating had stopped for a while, and finally able to gain some breathing space, she jumped back as far as she could from her opponents, causing her to wince in pain. Breathing heavily, she stood up straight and eyed the boys viciously. Her head felt like it was going to explode.

Where the hell are those girls?!?

She was very furious that none of her teammates had shown up. She wasn't even supposed to encounter the pilots!

Well, it's come down to this, she thought. I'm on my last resort right now.

Flipping over the gold bracelet on her limp left wrist, she entered a code into the number grid. A loud explosion could be heard, followed by more explosions and huge clouds of dust and debris. The explosions caught the pilots' attentions, and they all turned to the source of the sound, as smoke and dust engulfed them. Taking the chance she had, Blade turned toward the railing to take her leave in the cloud of dust, but someone grabbed her arm and stopped her. Whirling around, she confronted Trowa, whom she entirely forgot was there during the entire time she was trying to defend herself. He looked at her as he did before, but this time she shook it off and tried to pry her arm free. To her surprise, his grip was very firm, and he wouldn't let go. She struggled against his strength, and used her free hand to direct a punch at his face. His other hand caught hers just in time, and she ended up worse off than before. He twisted both her arms behind he back, and held her wrists together tightly. It took every ounce of strength she had not to cry out in pain, but she was too proud to admit he had beaten her. She continued to struggle defiantly, trying to catch him in the groin with her leg. He knew her motives, however, and pinned her back to him so that she couldn't move.

"I'd suggest that you stop struggling, otherwise I might have to resort to extreme measures," he said unperturbedly into her ear. His tone made her even more contempt with him, and she thrashed about more wildly than before.

"You cannot beat me," he said in his monotone again. "At least not in this condition."

She knew he was right, but being the stubborn, prideful person that she was, she didn't relent.

"Let go of me," she hissed through gritted teeth.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," he replied. "This is the last warning I'm going to give you. Either stop resisting, or I will have no other choice."

"Or what?" she scoffed, suddenly getting cocky. "You'll kill me? I don't really care," she ended haughtily.

"That wasn't quite what I had in mind," Trowa said lightly, and moments later, she felt a small prick on her left arm. The world swam before her eyes, and soon colours were all mixing together. Her knees buckled under her, but she felt a pair of strong arms support her up. Her eyelids felt very heavy and before long she had given in to the temptation of sleep…

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As the cloud of smoke cleared, Heero unshielded his eyes and saw that Trowa was holding the unconscious assassin in his arms. How he had managed to sustain her, he didn't know. Even he had difficulty fighting against her; she had been trained very well. He walked over to Trowa, inspecting the limp body.

"What did you do to her?" he asked in his low voice.

"I sedated her," Trowa answered simply, eyeing Heero's still-bleeding nose. "You're still bleeding," he stated. "As soon as we hand her over to the police, we can get you some medical attention."

"No," Heero rejected firmly. "I'm fine. We are definitely not handing her over to the police. I'm going to interrogate her myself," he said, voice full of venom and eyes narrowed.

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Author's Notes: Ta-da! New chapter!!! Now I'll have you people to blame if I fail my geography test. I'm actually supposed to be studying!

Anyways, I hope this chapter wasn't too disappointing. I know it's short, and it took me a long time to post it, but it surprised me how busy you can get in life. Thank you to those who reviewed the last chapter: Arion (why'd you change your name?), Kywraith Amnesi (please get the next chapter out soon!), Meghanna Starsong (I still haven't gotten my muse back…), and Myst-Lady (glad you like the story, even though you don't like GW.) Sooo, what do you think's gonna happen??? I think I've finally decided who I'm going to pair Blade with, but I'm still open to suggestions!!! THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS REVIEWED!!! And future reviewers as well…

Anyways, I think that's all. I PROMISE to try and get the next chapter out soon.

Ciao for now!

~Seeress