One Tin Soldier: the Legend of Heero Yuy
Disclaimer: Neither the Gundam Wing Characters, nor does the movie Billy Jack belong to me. I'm just borrowing the characters for my own twisted ideas, and then I'll give them back, I promise.
Pairings: 1+2 mainly, 3+4, 5+S, 11+13
Rating: R
Warnings: big time OOC, violence, prejudice, abuse, rape
Author's Note: I love the movie Billy Jack, and one day, I got to thinking about how similar the characters of Billy and Heero are, and poof! a fic idea was born. A lot of events of this fic will be similar to ones that happened in the movie, with some of the dialogue being the same, because it was so powerful. In others, I am deviating. The fic will be taking place in the future, with space colonies, but the only character who fought during a war will be Heero. One more thing that I will be doing is using the songs intermixed in some of the parts, so some parts will be songfics, while others won't. If that makes any sense at all. ^_^; Anyway, enjoy!
Part 2
Prejudicial Abuse
Middie rolled her eyes, staring out the side window of the sheriff's car. The wind teased her long brown hair, and she sighed. Why had they dragged her back here? Why had her father even wanted her back? It wasn't like he cared. After all, she'd flown into the airport, expecting to see an enraged father, and instead, kindly Sheriff Rashid had awaited her.
She smiled, as she turned to look at him. The bulky muscle of the man seemed completely opposite his character. But then again, she'd never seen him actually working his job. The man was literally seven feet tall, with unruly dark brown hair and kind brown eyes. Middie adored the man. If Rashid had never come into her life, she would never have known that men could be kind. Of course, if she had never learned that, maybe she wouldn't have so much to lose now. She frowned slightly.
"What's wrong?" Rashid asked gruffly. A smile returned to her face. He didn't know how to speak to her, but she could tell that he always tried to treat her well.
"Nothing," she said quietly. Middie knew, that even though Rashid cared for her, he would not believe her if she told him she hated her father, and why. Treize had believed her, but…she quickly whirled back toward the window. She didn't want Rashid to see her tears.
They pulled up to the old rickety house Trant had inherited from his parents.
"Well, we're here," Rashid said.
Middie smiled and nodded at him. "Thanks for the ride. I know it was a lot of trouble for you to drive all the way out to Phoenix."
"No trouble at all. Your dad couldn't make it, so I told him, seeing as I wasn't doing anything this afternoon, that it would be my pleasure to get you," Rashid reiterated what he'd said at the airport, almost verbatim.
Her smile widened. Rashid was a bad liar. But she appreciated him all the more for trying to help her. She quickly hugged him, before opening the car door.
She watched Trant walk out the front door, and down the porch steps.
"Hi ya, sweetie," he tried to give her a hug, as she hurried past him. She knew what was coming, and she didn't want any hypocrisy on his part at all.
Trant blinked, not really certain how to react to his daughter's behavior. He realized Rashid was staring at him, so he walked over to his car.
"Thanks for bringing her home," the skinny man said.
"No problem. Although I should arrest you. Capturing wild mustangs off federal land is still illegal," Rashid coldly told him.
Trant loudly sighed. "You know as well as I do that when Duke Dermail says jump in this town, an awful lot of people have to say how high, including me."
"Well, anyway, Middie's home safely," Rashid ignored his comment, as usual. Rashid didn't have to say how high. Duke knew better than to try that game on the sheriff. He'd have Duke in jail so fast a wild sandstorm would be less confusing.
"Yeah," Trant said. "Thanks again." He began walking away.
"By the way, Trant?" Rashid started straight in front of him.
"Yeah?" Trant turned back to him.
"How much does Duke sell those mustangs for?" Rashid questioned innocently.
"A hundred grand, give or take a few thousand. Why?" Trant was a little confused.
Rashid shrugged. "Just wondered if Middie would think it was worth it." On that note, Rashid drove away.
Trant shook his head, before heading back into the house.
Middie sat on the old blue couch in the entryway. Her stance was rigid, waiting for him to start.
"My first instinct is to beat the hell out of you," he began. "You know that, right? But I don't suppose that would do any good." She finally looked at him in surprise, before turning her attention back to the ugly flowered wallpaper. "You've always been a rebel. Never could get you to settle down, especially since this is what? Four times now that you've run away? And always to the same place." He tsked. "Anyway, are you hungry?" No answer. So he tried again. "When was the last time you ate?"
She shrugged. "Two days."
"Two days?" he patronized. "Then you must be hungry. You don't look very good."
"Of course I don't! It's not from hunger. I've got the flu and a damn toothache that's killing me!" she finally burst out.
"Well, you should see a doctor," he turned to the phone.
"I don't want to see a doctor. He'll make me stay in the hospital," she said resigned.
"Well, the flu nowadays is a very serious thing," he started dialing.
"Not because of the flu; because of the baby," she snapped.
Trant froze, closing his eyes. He put the receiver down. "How long?"
She gestured her stomach. "About six weeks."
"Where's the father?" he asked.
"I don't know. We got caught trying to leave the planet to seek sanctuary on the moon, and he disappeared," she kept her voice neutral.
He looked at her with confusion in his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, concerned father," she spat the words out. "That the father isn't from this planet. He isn't earthborn, but colony-born!"
Trant slowly stood up and stepped right in front of her. She lifted her head, just looking at him. Her eyes filled with pain. She knew what was going to happen, as his fist connected with her cheek.
Her body jerked back and forth as each blow landed. He aimed most at her cheeks and chest. Trant lifted her off the couch, and threw her against the wall, with all his strength. Middie crumpled to the floor, crying softly. He attempted to kick her stomach, but she twisted to the side, protecting her precious burden. Unfortunately, he still managed to kick her lower back. He paused for a moment, catching his breath. She moaned, wishing she'd never been found…BR-RING! The phone cried out insistently. Trant just stared at it as though he'd never seen one before. BR-RING! He looked down at his daughter, who lay still as death. Trant walked over to the phone.
"Hello?" he murmured.
Middie kept herself as still as she could. Maybe it was the sheriff or even Duke Dermail. Maybe they needed him right at that moment. Maybe he'd stop beating her, and she could escape again.
Trant hung up the phone. "That was Duke. He needs me to down at his place. I'll be back later, to finish this."
He grabbed his keys, and walked right over her prone body. Trant stormed out of the house, got into his truck and drove away.
Middie lay on the floor for a few minutes more, trying to recover just a little of her strength so that she could get out of there. Trant would be gone for awhile, seeing as the MS Ranch lay about forty-five minutes away from town. She slowly pushed herself up using the wall as support. Her legs wobbled for a couple steps, trying to regain their balance. Finally, she walked into her room, and grabbed her old suitcase, which she had missed the last time she'd run away. She'd snuck out of the house while her dad had still been around, so she'd had to leave it behind. It was all packed though. She picked it up, and carried it into the kitchen, where she scrounged for some food. Mostly, she picked up pre-packaged snack foods; stuff that would be easy to carry. Middie put all of it into her backpack and a small cooler she'd bought when she'd worked at the ice cream parlor. As she worked about setting herself free again, adrenaline began pumping through her veins, giving her greater and greater strength. Finally, she had enough for a few days. She walked out the back door, heading straight through the field behind her house. Not too far from the confines of her backyard, the highway beckoned; the symbol of her freedom. This time, she wasn't just running away. She wanted to find Treize, and so she had a mission to fulfill.