Unfortunately I didn't get very many reviews.. but I'll give out the thank
u's anyways.
Sorry for the short chappie last time, but I just wanted to get something out, and that was my way of doing that. Neways, the pace is going to WAY pick up, so if nebody's bored out there of my piddling with crud, not to worry!
Ryoko-onee: Well, we'll just have to see hmm? Very odd chapter don't you think?
GoldenRat: Kinda makes you wonder what in the world could drive him insane , but ya that was a lil crazy give me a break I wuz really zonked.
Emily Hato: I guess I killed him ::looks at chapter and shrugs shoulders:: oh well. Yes, I'd agree with you the first fic was kinda ..well it didn't flow very well sumtimes. This one's better, but I'm having quite a time trying to decide where to put what events, 'course I'm not telling you what those events are, that'd be stupid, n'eh?
l\/l4y 7l-l3 L337 133 \/\/17 j00.
Chapter 7 right back at ya!
Oh wait first, a little side note I forgot earlier: Warnings: this contains major OOCness (no duh.) as well as Yaoi cumin' up pretty soon in lata chapters. And don't even try to separate my past from their past, it's too weird to figure out. Oh ya, and I borrowed a little bit from the book Ender's Game and its sequel Ender's Shadow to make my ideas work a little better, so gomen nasai Orson Scott Card.
Okay, let's try again!
Chapter 6 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I dully felt my legs striving to move. I knew one of them was sprained at least, maybe even broken, but I had to keep going. I tasted blood on my lip, and gazing down at my right hand, I saw the liquid again...not my own.
Whispers still followed me everywhere, but nobody tried to stop me this time. Most had seen what I'd done to the larger boy, just for trying to stop me, but that was the biggest crime anybody could do to me right now. Again, I felt the insistent thud of my left leg as it protested the torture I was putting it through. Great, I thought, even my own body wants to stop me. My brain kept flashing over images of the boy, laying their, shot by screaming men as they took the wailing baby, who was flailing his arms, futilely trying to get back to his still warm mother. I tried to shove the memory away, but it kept coming back to me, again and again. So strong was the picture that I didn't even notice him until I ran right into him.
It took me a few moments to figure out who "him" was, but I figured it out once I had seen the small black ponytail that only belonged to one boy: Wufei. He swiftly turned around and took a hold of my shoulders, ready to throw me away, until he saw who it was. "baka.. What are you doing running around the school like an onna no ko who's lost her lunch tray?" I tried to wriggle away from him, but his hands were like cold vices on my shoulders. "Look me in the eye, Solo." Slowly I glanced up at the Chinese boy, watching as his eyes searched me, seeming to read me like an open book. "Hmm.. A murder? How strange, but you've seen murder before... wait..wait. You did it! This boy, he was the one you killed, that blood... it's not yours, is it?" Slowly, so slowly, I shook my head back and forth. The first question I had answered in 8 years. "I've seen a lot of murders, and I have slain before, as well, little one, and trust me, if it was for an honourable cause, it's all for the better." I looked at him straight in the eye. I was not honourable at all. I had kicked him again and again, even when I saw him dead, let out all my fury on him, just to see his blood run, to feel better, more whole again. It didn't work though.
I still felt empty inside.
He let go of my shoulders slowly. "I also see you have somewhere to go, and I will not stop you from that. Good luck, friend." Without another word, he turned and left, making me come back to what I was after. Powering my legs, which felt 100 percent better, I pelted off towards where I last saw Heero; outside the school grounds.
It didn't take me long at all to find him, standing underneath a large weeping willow, his eyes gazing towards the outside of the school, towards the street. Taking a slight glance my way, he said one short sentence "Let's go" and started running out towards the street, hanging a sharp right. I easily caught up with him, matching him stride for stride. This was a turtle's pace! Picking up speed, I was pleased to find Heero was fit enough to keep up with me. I let him go a little ahead of me so I would know where to go. It was exhilarating, to be out on the streets again, although I felt exposed running around in broad daylight such as this. However, that soon ended as the pounding rhythm boomed in my ears as both of our feet hit the ground softly, creating a rhythm that kept for over an hour, until the sky was just starting to redden as the golden orb we call the sun started to sink below the horizon. Heero slowed to a trot, holding up one long finger to his lips, as the other one felt the air for wind direction. Heading downwind, we crept between bushes and some open plains until we met a wall of trees. I looked at him questioningly, and he nodded slightly, heading put through the huge trees, and, after a few moment's hesitation, I joined. We traveled through this forest for near 10 minutes before, quite as suddenly as it had started, the wood blockade stopped, revealing a clean looking laboratory lying fully exposed to the world.
Taking no time at all, we scurried around the lengthening shadows. I knew where I'd learned my skills of sneaking to "borrow" somebody's wallet. (I had always given it back. just a little lighter is all) But where had this Heero gotten this from? Had his father taught him that before cruelly murdering his own mother? I decided not to worry over it too much, seeing it as just a trivial matter anyways. Leaning against the window, we saw some people walking back and forth, carrying little boards, scribbling notes hurriedly before moving on to the next observation center. Ducking back down quickly, we turned a corner to find an open door, just right there in front of us. I thought something was a little fishy about this obvious entryway, and Heero seemed slightly more cautious as well, but proceeded forward anyways. Everything was clear inside, clean and without a sight of another living thing anywhere. Carefully stepping inside, I slowly walked over to the only piece of paper left out. On it was engraved "Project Number 17463: Project name: Tree of Life." Below it were figures, observations and other notes on it which made no sense to me.
I didn't even hear the door slide shut behind us, but I did hear the click of the lock, and the clearing of a throat. Spinning around, I found Heero lying unconscious and me surrounded by 5 or six people, two of which I recognized. One was Heero's father, the soldier who had told the others to shoot my mother, who always was disappointed for not finding what he wanted so much until he found Solo. He didn't really surprise me much, for he was who we were looking for. The one that really surprised me was the one to his right.
Rumpled red hair and a freckled face, but definitely not as bouncy as he was the first time I had seen him. Still lost? Think earlier this day. That's right, it was Mr. Gallagher, my music teacher. "Why, hello, Duo Maxwell" he started out cordially. How did he know my name?? "Oh I know quite a bit about you, Duo Maxwell, more then you know, in fact. For instance, I know what's important about that dove you have hidden in your left pocket of your pants. And I also know why I need it, what it contains. No doubt you don't, or you would have destroyed it long ago." I gasped in shock at what he was saying to me. "Oh, I see. The happy go lucky teacher act seemed to have worked on you, eh? Well, we saw what happened with that boy, how you beat him so he'll never rise again... He was our ..helper yes. We saw what you did, so we decided to do something about it, soon. We tricked your friend here into thinking he had found the answer after about 7 years of searching, because we knew he would be so desperate he would not double guess anything he found. We were right of course, and he didn't do it again, later, when we left this door so conveniently for you to use at your leisure. And now," he said, wrinkling his nose as he smiled cruelly "The dove is mine." Advancing on me, I decided I'd make a stand against him. Drawing back into a more crouched position, I wiped the blood still trickling down my jawline, and pulled my fists into fighting position.
He laughed at my attempt. "You think you are going to beat me? Don't you realize what I want with that dove?" He circled me slowly, while I kept my eyes locked on him the whole time. "Heh, well you'll soon find out. Get him tied up." I glanced around, noticing the other men already upon me. I tried vainly to escape, and almost got out, but was grabbed by one arm and held back. "hmm.. A fighter eh? Well, we'll soon fix that." Reaching inside my pocket, he searched around until he found the small glass item. Glaring at him, I tried to struggle out, but the strong arms held me fast. Glancing over at me, he held the dove with the highest care.
"At last..." He murmured, touching the item as if it was a sacred totem. Looking up, he grinned and said in a quiet voice "Do you know what this means to me? That boy you killed back there at the school, he was too weak.. As was another boy who left us, but eventually we will find him and eliminate him with this dove. Do you know what it contains, boy? No, of course you don't. You don't even know how to read, do you?" He laughed derisively, then turned his back on my glaring, flame-embedded eyes, towards a little slot in the wall next to a computer screen I had previously overlooked. Placing the dove into the slot, he talked over his shoulder "This dove contains genetic material, Duo. But not just any genetic material, young one. This material is enough to make your eyes boggle. Do you know why? Well, you must remember the story of Adam and Eve, correct? From the Religious Education you've taken in other schools?" He didn't look back to see if I nodded or showed any form of affirmation. "Well, your brother, Solo, also had a dove, containing material to give knowledge and power to my subjects and myself. Of course, I gave myself more then the others, but still that doesn't hold everybody. That's why I hired them." He pointed towards the 5 men holding Heero and me prisoner. "Anyways, this dove," he looked down at my precious item "This dove has the genetic material for life. LIFE. Do you know what life combined with power and knowledge could give me? I'd have obeying servants to go with me forever, and we'd have the invincibility of God himself!" He laughed maniacally, as the computer scanned the small trace of DNA inside the glass.
I was lost for words. This is where Solo was? Where was he, then? As if reading my mind again, Mr. Gallagher turned around and said "Oh yes, your brother. how about I use him first? You see, I'm altering this DNA slightly, so that not only will these people live forever, but they will be completely loyal to me, ready to die for me. So why not test it on your brother first? He's always being ..objective anyways. Bring out Number 147!" Turning my head around, I saw the smaller, blond-haired boy kicking and biting every step of the way up to the computer screen. The red-haired Gallagher smiled again, letting only one side of his mouth turn up slightly. "no use fighting, little one. Soon you won't have any will to fight me at all. Why don't you just calm down and let the shot ease you into happiness?" At this, my little brother wrinkled his nose and spit right onto the man's black shoes, much to my satisfaction. The freckled man seemed not to notice, and took a small syringe from his pocket, filling it with the fluid that came from the counter next to the slot with the dove in it, then he approached the silver-eyed boy.
"Now now, this won't hurt ...much." He said, placing the needle next to his arm, and slowly pushing into his skin. I gasped aloud as I saw the solution slowly emptying into my brother's small frame.
What was going to happen? After all this searching, had I come here just to watch the end of my brother, just like my mother? Solo's eyes darkened, turned sightless and dull, but they weren't staring at the sky.
They were staring at me.
TBC...
::dramatic music:: duh duh duh! Ooohh.. Chills down my spine, I don't like shots too much..
There you go, a nice long one to make up for the short chapter last time. But you aren't getting any more chapters until I get more reviews! That was pathetic, guys! You can do more then three, I know you can! That's Du- Kun's challenge of the day, okay?
^_^ Catch ya on da flip side
Next Chapter: Duo gets a monkey? Or will Heero prance around in a tutu whilst Wufei plays the banjo? Or maybe none of those..maybe I'll stick to stuff that makes more sense, like mind-altering DNA junk.sure.
Sorry for the short chappie last time, but I just wanted to get something out, and that was my way of doing that. Neways, the pace is going to WAY pick up, so if nebody's bored out there of my piddling with crud, not to worry!
Ryoko-onee: Well, we'll just have to see hmm? Very odd chapter don't you think?
GoldenRat: Kinda makes you wonder what in the world could drive him insane , but ya that was a lil crazy give me a break I wuz really zonked.
Emily Hato: I guess I killed him ::looks at chapter and shrugs shoulders:: oh well. Yes, I'd agree with you the first fic was kinda ..well it didn't flow very well sumtimes. This one's better, but I'm having quite a time trying to decide where to put what events, 'course I'm not telling you what those events are, that'd be stupid, n'eh?
l\/l4y 7l-l3 L337 133 \/\/17 j00.
Chapter 7 right back at ya!
Oh wait first, a little side note I forgot earlier: Warnings: this contains major OOCness (no duh.) as well as Yaoi cumin' up pretty soon in lata chapters. And don't even try to separate my past from their past, it's too weird to figure out. Oh ya, and I borrowed a little bit from the book Ender's Game and its sequel Ender's Shadow to make my ideas work a little better, so gomen nasai Orson Scott Card.
Okay, let's try again!
Chapter 6 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I dully felt my legs striving to move. I knew one of them was sprained at least, maybe even broken, but I had to keep going. I tasted blood on my lip, and gazing down at my right hand, I saw the liquid again...not my own.
Whispers still followed me everywhere, but nobody tried to stop me this time. Most had seen what I'd done to the larger boy, just for trying to stop me, but that was the biggest crime anybody could do to me right now. Again, I felt the insistent thud of my left leg as it protested the torture I was putting it through. Great, I thought, even my own body wants to stop me. My brain kept flashing over images of the boy, laying their, shot by screaming men as they took the wailing baby, who was flailing his arms, futilely trying to get back to his still warm mother. I tried to shove the memory away, but it kept coming back to me, again and again. So strong was the picture that I didn't even notice him until I ran right into him.
It took me a few moments to figure out who "him" was, but I figured it out once I had seen the small black ponytail that only belonged to one boy: Wufei. He swiftly turned around and took a hold of my shoulders, ready to throw me away, until he saw who it was. "baka.. What are you doing running around the school like an onna no ko who's lost her lunch tray?" I tried to wriggle away from him, but his hands were like cold vices on my shoulders. "Look me in the eye, Solo." Slowly I glanced up at the Chinese boy, watching as his eyes searched me, seeming to read me like an open book. "Hmm.. A murder? How strange, but you've seen murder before... wait..wait. You did it! This boy, he was the one you killed, that blood... it's not yours, is it?" Slowly, so slowly, I shook my head back and forth. The first question I had answered in 8 years. "I've seen a lot of murders, and I have slain before, as well, little one, and trust me, if it was for an honourable cause, it's all for the better." I looked at him straight in the eye. I was not honourable at all. I had kicked him again and again, even when I saw him dead, let out all my fury on him, just to see his blood run, to feel better, more whole again. It didn't work though.
I still felt empty inside.
He let go of my shoulders slowly. "I also see you have somewhere to go, and I will not stop you from that. Good luck, friend." Without another word, he turned and left, making me come back to what I was after. Powering my legs, which felt 100 percent better, I pelted off towards where I last saw Heero; outside the school grounds.
It didn't take me long at all to find him, standing underneath a large weeping willow, his eyes gazing towards the outside of the school, towards the street. Taking a slight glance my way, he said one short sentence "Let's go" and started running out towards the street, hanging a sharp right. I easily caught up with him, matching him stride for stride. This was a turtle's pace! Picking up speed, I was pleased to find Heero was fit enough to keep up with me. I let him go a little ahead of me so I would know where to go. It was exhilarating, to be out on the streets again, although I felt exposed running around in broad daylight such as this. However, that soon ended as the pounding rhythm boomed in my ears as both of our feet hit the ground softly, creating a rhythm that kept for over an hour, until the sky was just starting to redden as the golden orb we call the sun started to sink below the horizon. Heero slowed to a trot, holding up one long finger to his lips, as the other one felt the air for wind direction. Heading downwind, we crept between bushes and some open plains until we met a wall of trees. I looked at him questioningly, and he nodded slightly, heading put through the huge trees, and, after a few moment's hesitation, I joined. We traveled through this forest for near 10 minutes before, quite as suddenly as it had started, the wood blockade stopped, revealing a clean looking laboratory lying fully exposed to the world.
Taking no time at all, we scurried around the lengthening shadows. I knew where I'd learned my skills of sneaking to "borrow" somebody's wallet. (I had always given it back. just a little lighter is all) But where had this Heero gotten this from? Had his father taught him that before cruelly murdering his own mother? I decided not to worry over it too much, seeing it as just a trivial matter anyways. Leaning against the window, we saw some people walking back and forth, carrying little boards, scribbling notes hurriedly before moving on to the next observation center. Ducking back down quickly, we turned a corner to find an open door, just right there in front of us. I thought something was a little fishy about this obvious entryway, and Heero seemed slightly more cautious as well, but proceeded forward anyways. Everything was clear inside, clean and without a sight of another living thing anywhere. Carefully stepping inside, I slowly walked over to the only piece of paper left out. On it was engraved "Project Number 17463: Project name: Tree of Life." Below it were figures, observations and other notes on it which made no sense to me.
I didn't even hear the door slide shut behind us, but I did hear the click of the lock, and the clearing of a throat. Spinning around, I found Heero lying unconscious and me surrounded by 5 or six people, two of which I recognized. One was Heero's father, the soldier who had told the others to shoot my mother, who always was disappointed for not finding what he wanted so much until he found Solo. He didn't really surprise me much, for he was who we were looking for. The one that really surprised me was the one to his right.
Rumpled red hair and a freckled face, but definitely not as bouncy as he was the first time I had seen him. Still lost? Think earlier this day. That's right, it was Mr. Gallagher, my music teacher. "Why, hello, Duo Maxwell" he started out cordially. How did he know my name?? "Oh I know quite a bit about you, Duo Maxwell, more then you know, in fact. For instance, I know what's important about that dove you have hidden in your left pocket of your pants. And I also know why I need it, what it contains. No doubt you don't, or you would have destroyed it long ago." I gasped in shock at what he was saying to me. "Oh, I see. The happy go lucky teacher act seemed to have worked on you, eh? Well, we saw what happened with that boy, how you beat him so he'll never rise again... He was our ..helper yes. We saw what you did, so we decided to do something about it, soon. We tricked your friend here into thinking he had found the answer after about 7 years of searching, because we knew he would be so desperate he would not double guess anything he found. We were right of course, and he didn't do it again, later, when we left this door so conveniently for you to use at your leisure. And now," he said, wrinkling his nose as he smiled cruelly "The dove is mine." Advancing on me, I decided I'd make a stand against him. Drawing back into a more crouched position, I wiped the blood still trickling down my jawline, and pulled my fists into fighting position.
He laughed at my attempt. "You think you are going to beat me? Don't you realize what I want with that dove?" He circled me slowly, while I kept my eyes locked on him the whole time. "Heh, well you'll soon find out. Get him tied up." I glanced around, noticing the other men already upon me. I tried vainly to escape, and almost got out, but was grabbed by one arm and held back. "hmm.. A fighter eh? Well, we'll soon fix that." Reaching inside my pocket, he searched around until he found the small glass item. Glaring at him, I tried to struggle out, but the strong arms held me fast. Glancing over at me, he held the dove with the highest care.
"At last..." He murmured, touching the item as if it was a sacred totem. Looking up, he grinned and said in a quiet voice "Do you know what this means to me? That boy you killed back there at the school, he was too weak.. As was another boy who left us, but eventually we will find him and eliminate him with this dove. Do you know what it contains, boy? No, of course you don't. You don't even know how to read, do you?" He laughed derisively, then turned his back on my glaring, flame-embedded eyes, towards a little slot in the wall next to a computer screen I had previously overlooked. Placing the dove into the slot, he talked over his shoulder "This dove contains genetic material, Duo. But not just any genetic material, young one. This material is enough to make your eyes boggle. Do you know why? Well, you must remember the story of Adam and Eve, correct? From the Religious Education you've taken in other schools?" He didn't look back to see if I nodded or showed any form of affirmation. "Well, your brother, Solo, also had a dove, containing material to give knowledge and power to my subjects and myself. Of course, I gave myself more then the others, but still that doesn't hold everybody. That's why I hired them." He pointed towards the 5 men holding Heero and me prisoner. "Anyways, this dove," he looked down at my precious item "This dove has the genetic material for life. LIFE. Do you know what life combined with power and knowledge could give me? I'd have obeying servants to go with me forever, and we'd have the invincibility of God himself!" He laughed maniacally, as the computer scanned the small trace of DNA inside the glass.
I was lost for words. This is where Solo was? Where was he, then? As if reading my mind again, Mr. Gallagher turned around and said "Oh yes, your brother. how about I use him first? You see, I'm altering this DNA slightly, so that not only will these people live forever, but they will be completely loyal to me, ready to die for me. So why not test it on your brother first? He's always being ..objective anyways. Bring out Number 147!" Turning my head around, I saw the smaller, blond-haired boy kicking and biting every step of the way up to the computer screen. The red-haired Gallagher smiled again, letting only one side of his mouth turn up slightly. "no use fighting, little one. Soon you won't have any will to fight me at all. Why don't you just calm down and let the shot ease you into happiness?" At this, my little brother wrinkled his nose and spit right onto the man's black shoes, much to my satisfaction. The freckled man seemed not to notice, and took a small syringe from his pocket, filling it with the fluid that came from the counter next to the slot with the dove in it, then he approached the silver-eyed boy.
"Now now, this won't hurt ...much." He said, placing the needle next to his arm, and slowly pushing into his skin. I gasped aloud as I saw the solution slowly emptying into my brother's small frame.
What was going to happen? After all this searching, had I come here just to watch the end of my brother, just like my mother? Solo's eyes darkened, turned sightless and dull, but they weren't staring at the sky.
They were staring at me.
TBC...
::dramatic music:: duh duh duh! Ooohh.. Chills down my spine, I don't like shots too much..
There you go, a nice long one to make up for the short chapter last time. But you aren't getting any more chapters until I get more reviews! That was pathetic, guys! You can do more then three, I know you can! That's Du- Kun's challenge of the day, okay?
^_^ Catch ya on da flip side
Next Chapter: Duo gets a monkey? Or will Heero prance around in a tutu whilst Wufei plays the banjo? Or maybe none of those..maybe I'll stick to stuff that makes more sense, like mind-altering DNA junk.sure.