Damage
Chapter 7: Boy on a String
Author's Note: *cough* I named this chapter a song title of Jars of Clay's first CD. (I just had to be listening to it at the moment. *sigh* Though, they are the BEST! *grins*)
Disclaimers: Lets take a poll. "If you think that I own any partnership with MK, check yes!' *Looks at stats* Just like I thought.
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BEEP. . .BEEEEEEEEPP. . .BBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. The heart monitor sighed as its status line became eternally strait.
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Hiead awoke feeling sick, though not too feverous. 'Odd dream.' He thought, getting out of the hospital bed. The room was dark, though through the narrow crack underneath the door, he could see light seeping in. How long had he been asleep? Out of all the nerves, he was drenched in cold sweat! He sighed almost silently to himself and then shakily made his way to the door.
His fingers pressed a few buttons, and the door slid quickly open revealing blinding light. Hiead stood there dumbly for a moment while letting his eyes adjust. As soon as he could see clearly, he stepped out into the main area of the hospital room, noticing that no one was in there.
Exiting back to his regular schedule without Rill's permission could be the end of him, so he patiently stood there waiting for someone to appear. To his surprise, a few moments later, Kizna burst out of one of the rooms crying hysterically, screaming something that didn't sound like any language. She stomped out in his direction, not aware that he was there, for her face was buried in her arms, and she was still screaming. Hiead's eyes suddenly widened, as Kizna ran past him, and out of the medical room.
Shortly Zero came stumbling after her in some kind of rage. Zero, to his distaste stopped in front of Hiead. Hiead stared murderously at him. "I-I'm truly sorry." Zero bowed his head before running out high speed after the heart-broken Kizna.
'Sorry?' What did Enna do this time? His eyes narrowed at the doorway for a few moments. "So, you're awake." Hiead was startled. He quickly turned around to face a grim looking doctor. He nodded slightly. Rill brushed her fingers through her blonde hair. She started walking to the room that Kizna and Zero had come out moments before. "Come on." She stated, and then sighed. "You better see for your self." She opened the door and stood in it's frame, not looking into the room.
Hiead slowly walked into the dull room, and looked over the bed. There lay his repairer, motionless. The heat monitor was unplugged, and she showed no signs of breathing. This was a huge surprise to him, for one: He thought that VICTIM had taken her, and two: She probably died of what he did not. He shuttered at both thoughts. He placed his hand gently on hers. "Is she. . ." He paused, looking at her care-free face.
Rill answered his question before he finished. "Yes, she is." She resumed her place leaning against the doorframe, not meeting his gaze.
His eyes widened as he took a closer look at his lifeless partner. 'She's gone now.' He told himself. 'You knew it from the start.' He closed his eyes in deep thought. A drop of liquid slowly ran down his face, and onto her pale cheek. He opened his eyes. He was sure that he might mentally fall to pieces. 'Now you have a better chance of becoming Pilot.' He tried cheering himself up. 'Now you might have someone better and more useful.' Another single tear, ripped itself painfully out of Hiead's eye, and down his face. He roughly wiped it off.
He turned to leave, giving his once-was partner a final glance; his face as cold as ever, showing no signs of tears of weakness or emotions. He stopped in front of Rill. "It's a pity really. . ." Rill said to the frame opposite of her. "She was always so sweet, quiet and hardworking." Rill sighed, putting her hands into her pockets.
"May I take leave?" Hiead asked squarely. Rill nodded. He left soundlessly.
"Dammit, Dammit, Dammit, . . ." He cursed silently in frustration all the way back to his room. "Stupid, Allecto!" He growled as he slammed opened the door, startling Zero. Zero looked at him in sympathetic annoyance. Hiead growled once again, and started aimlessly punching the wall over and over.
"Hiead!" Zero yelled. Hiead paid no attention. "Stop it, you!" He yelled once again, grabbing Hiead's arm, and pulling him away from the wall. Hiead flung himself onto Zero, crushing him onto the floor, though Zero was prepared for that attack, so he found away to make him the one on top. He grabbed Hiead's madly-swinging hands. "CHILL!!" Zero yelled a couple of inches away from Hiead's fuming face.
Hiead became suddenly still, sending cool chills up Zero's spine. "Think about the mission. . ." He paused, hoping that Hiead was paying attention even though he probably was considering all of the glaring. Zero continued, ". . .Not about anything else. She has past away, and there was nothing that we or YOU could do about it!" Zero stated softly, though with strength.
Roughly Hiead yanked Zero off of him. "You. . .have a point." He said, standing up. Why did he say that? Zero got up as well, and put a hand on Hiead's shoulder.
"Just don't think anything of the past." Zero stated, and then exited calmly out of the room.
'Does Zero actually have a brain?' Hiead thought, lying on his bed. Why couldn't VICTIM just die already and leave everyone to their peace? Hiead rolled over onto his side and oddly fell instantly into a deep dreamless sleep.
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Author's Note: Did you like it? Well that finished off my idea box, so if you have any ideas, please tell me 'cause I am REALLY STUCK! ;;
-Emily
(emily915@starmail.com
