Disclaimer: I own Eya, and Yasha; Kivi and Fayla belong to themselves.
Author's note: Well, I hope I at least got your attention with the first chapter. Hopefully this chapter will at least get more reviews.
Another note, this fic is no longer a songfic. It's just too difficult trying to get pieces of a song into a multi-chaptered fic.
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Heero paced the length of the room, trying to think of a plan. The whole thing just didn't make sense. Why would Quatre lock them in a room with barred windows? 'Unless it wasn't Quatre that locked the door...'
"We're locked in a room with bars over the windows. Any suggestions?" asked Fayla as she watched Heero go back and forth while she nervously played with the end of her braid. She wouldn't deny that this frightened her a little, as there was seemingly no way out.
"We could always kick down the door," supplied Duo, pointing the flashlight he had found up at the glass chandelier so the light was reflected in all directions. "And I volunteer Wu for that." He knew Fayla was beginning to get a little frightened, but the only thing he could do was help think up ideas.
Wufei studied the door. It might work, as the door didn't seem that thick when they came in. "I don't think Quatre would appreciate us putting a hole in his door," he flatly replied.
"But what if he's in trouble?" asked Eya as she stood beside Yasha, worry for Quatre evident in her eyes and voice. "What if he's hurt and he needs our help?"
"I'm sure he would understand such a drastic action, especially with our situation," said Trowa. The very thought of his best friend in pain made him think kicking down the door was the best idea so far. Hell, he'd even do it himself, because nothing better was being suggested.
"Here's what I think," offered Kivi as she stood by Wufei. "I think someone crept into the house when we were let in. When Quatre left this room, the bugler or whatever locked the door, then cut off the power. Since we're stuck in here, Quatre would be the only person left he or she would have to deal with before they could get whatever expensive thing they planned to steal."
"Then what about the bars over the windows?" asked Yasha.
"Probably an earlier security measure."
"Either way," said Heero as he stopped his pacing and faced Wufei. "The door has got to go."
Wufei nodded and walked towards the barrier between them and freedom, mentally apologizing to his Arabian friend in advance for the damage he was about to cause. Once in the appropriate place, he prepared himself to deliver the hard kick that would hopefully make a big enough hole for him and his friends to escape the room that now felt like a large prison cell.
Seconds before he was about to launch his attack, the door creaked open.
The surprised warrior stared at the door in disbelief with his friends.
"That..." stated the American as his blue eyes grew in size. "Was just creepy."
Quickly recovering, the five male ex-Gumdam Pilots ran quickly yet quietly to the doorway, pressing themselves up against the wall, adrenaline coursing through their veins, ready should someone enter with evil intents. Seconds ticked by. Eya brought her hands to her neck, one holding the other while her chin rested on top, tense and waiting for a movement as millions of "what ifs" ran through her head. Relena also stood tense, while hoping for a safe outcome. Kivi stood in a defensive position, ready to kung fu whoever that came in and tried to hurt her friends and Wufei. Yasha stood protectively in front of Eya, eyeing the doorway with an intense glare. Fayla tightly held the flashlight Duo had handed to her while he ran for the edge of the doorway, keeping it aimed at the chandelier.
A full minute passed. Nothing happened.
Heero was the first to peer into the doorway. He saw nothing. He shook his head at the other pilots. Duo, who was on the other side of the doorway, carefully and quickly checked down both ends of the hallway. When he stuck his head back into the room, he also shook his head. There was no one out there.
"Nothing," he finally said. "It's pretty dark, but there's nothing out there."
Heero nodded. This was good. "We need to find Quatre and make sure he's all right. It will go faster if we split up."
Everyone nodded and split up into groups. Heero and Relena made their way to the third floor, disappearing down the hall towards steps leading up. Trowa, Yasha, and Eya followed them to search the second floor. Wufei and Kivi stayed on the ground floor to search the rest while Duo and Fayla went off to another part of the ground floor.
Holding the flashlight, Duo led Fayla to a closed door. His blue eyes focused and concentrated, he slowly turned the handle, so as not to alert anyone inside of their entrance. When the handle was fully turned, he slowly pushed the door open. It gave no sound, much to the two Americans' relief. Duo continued to slowly open the door until it touched the wall adjacent to the door. They quietly sighed in relief. No one was inside.
They took a few cautious steps into the room. Still no sign of life. Duo handed Fayla the flashlight. "There's light coming from the window." She looked, and sure enough the light from the moon streamed down through the window, illuminating the room as it reflected off of the linoleum. Duo walked silently over towards another part of the room to inspect something.
Fayla looked around the kitchen, eyeing the bars over the window. She really wished she could have been outside at the moment, but right now her friends were on a mission to find their companion. A sudden noise from behind her made her whirl around, the flashlight leveled. The beam of light only revealed Duo's rear end sticking out from the refrigerator, the rest of him hidden by the open door. The noise that had startled her was him moving the contents around.
Fayla sighed in exasperation as she felt her heart remove itself from her throat and back to where it belonged. "Duo!"
The blue eyed American peered over the refrigerator door, everything below his eyes hiding behind the door. "He's not in here," he offered, which was followed by nervous chuckling.
She shook her head as an amused smile forced its way onto her features. "What am I going to do with you? Here we are, trying to find your best friend, who could be in danger and/or pain, and here you are going through his refrigerator?" She was trying to scold her boyfriend, but she couldn't help but to smile as he pulled a handful of food out while giving her his "pitiful puppy look". She wagged an accusing finger at him. "One of these days mister," she threatened, giving him a playful glare. "I'm going to figure out a way to beat that damn look and use it against you."
Duo increased the intensity of the look by making his lower lip tremble. With as much fake sincerity he could muster, he said, "Yes dear."
Fayla couldn't help it. She cracked up. An eruption of giggles escaped her as Duo's cuteness factor shot through the roof.
They didn't notice the door slowly and quietly closing, it's silence working against the two Americans as platinum blonde hair and hate-filled blue eyes watched them from the corner that was blocked off by the open door. The door was quietly pushed closed until it reached halfway; then it was violently and suddenly slammed shut.
*WHAM*
The unsuspecting youths whirled around in surprise, eyes wide and bodies tense. Duo dropped his stash of food.
"Quatre!"
The Arabian stepped towards them, his shotgun leveled. A second later, he fired.
Fayla screamed. "OH MY GOD! DUO!"
She ran to his side as he began to slowly fall to the floor, his eyes still wide from the surprise. Even before he landed, the red puddle was beginning to collect underneath him and growing quickly. Fayla dropped the flashlight and kneeled by his side, but the buckshot of the shotgun had already done its damage. Many entry wounds had been forced into his chest, along with the many exit wounds that spotted his upper back; all visible from the beam of the flashlight. Fayla quickly yet gently put two fingers on his neck, just in time to feel his pulse gradually stopping. Tears streamed down her face as she cradled Duo's head, smoothing back his hair. With his last ounce of strength, he forced his eyes to barely open, look at his beloved girlfriend, and smile. With his last breath, he whispered a final message.
"Love you, babe..."
His eyes clouded over and his struggle to breathe ended.
Fayla began to sob as she buried her face in his hair, refusing to accept the fact that the man she loved was now gone.
*BLAM*
She only felt a momentary pain as the buckshot found its way through her vital organs in her waist. Then the world around her became black and she knew no more.
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Quatre carefully walked round the bodies, careful not to step in the pools of blood so not to leave footprints for the others to follow. He dismissed the flashlight. 'Let them find it. It won't help them.' He quickly checked the corpses for life signs, and found none. A satisfied smile reached his lips at he left the room, quietly leaving the door open just a little, enough for it to catch the attention of one of his next victims.
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Author's note: *hides behind couch* EEP! Don't hurt me! I'm probably going to have a lot of Gundam fans mad at me by the time this fic ends. Speaking of which, I already know how this fic is going to end, but I can't tell you until I get enough reviews.
Author's note: Well, I hope I at least got your attention with the first chapter. Hopefully this chapter will at least get more reviews.
Another note, this fic is no longer a songfic. It's just too difficult trying to get pieces of a song into a multi-chaptered fic.
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Heero paced the length of the room, trying to think of a plan. The whole thing just didn't make sense. Why would Quatre lock them in a room with barred windows? 'Unless it wasn't Quatre that locked the door...'
"We're locked in a room with bars over the windows. Any suggestions?" asked Fayla as she watched Heero go back and forth while she nervously played with the end of her braid. She wouldn't deny that this frightened her a little, as there was seemingly no way out.
"We could always kick down the door," supplied Duo, pointing the flashlight he had found up at the glass chandelier so the light was reflected in all directions. "And I volunteer Wu for that." He knew Fayla was beginning to get a little frightened, but the only thing he could do was help think up ideas.
Wufei studied the door. It might work, as the door didn't seem that thick when they came in. "I don't think Quatre would appreciate us putting a hole in his door," he flatly replied.
"But what if he's in trouble?" asked Eya as she stood beside Yasha, worry for Quatre evident in her eyes and voice. "What if he's hurt and he needs our help?"
"I'm sure he would understand such a drastic action, especially with our situation," said Trowa. The very thought of his best friend in pain made him think kicking down the door was the best idea so far. Hell, he'd even do it himself, because nothing better was being suggested.
"Here's what I think," offered Kivi as she stood by Wufei. "I think someone crept into the house when we were let in. When Quatre left this room, the bugler or whatever locked the door, then cut off the power. Since we're stuck in here, Quatre would be the only person left he or she would have to deal with before they could get whatever expensive thing they planned to steal."
"Then what about the bars over the windows?" asked Yasha.
"Probably an earlier security measure."
"Either way," said Heero as he stopped his pacing and faced Wufei. "The door has got to go."
Wufei nodded and walked towards the barrier between them and freedom, mentally apologizing to his Arabian friend in advance for the damage he was about to cause. Once in the appropriate place, he prepared himself to deliver the hard kick that would hopefully make a big enough hole for him and his friends to escape the room that now felt like a large prison cell.
Seconds before he was about to launch his attack, the door creaked open.
The surprised warrior stared at the door in disbelief with his friends.
"That..." stated the American as his blue eyes grew in size. "Was just creepy."
Quickly recovering, the five male ex-Gumdam Pilots ran quickly yet quietly to the doorway, pressing themselves up against the wall, adrenaline coursing through their veins, ready should someone enter with evil intents. Seconds ticked by. Eya brought her hands to her neck, one holding the other while her chin rested on top, tense and waiting for a movement as millions of "what ifs" ran through her head. Relena also stood tense, while hoping for a safe outcome. Kivi stood in a defensive position, ready to kung fu whoever that came in and tried to hurt her friends and Wufei. Yasha stood protectively in front of Eya, eyeing the doorway with an intense glare. Fayla tightly held the flashlight Duo had handed to her while he ran for the edge of the doorway, keeping it aimed at the chandelier.
A full minute passed. Nothing happened.
Heero was the first to peer into the doorway. He saw nothing. He shook his head at the other pilots. Duo, who was on the other side of the doorway, carefully and quickly checked down both ends of the hallway. When he stuck his head back into the room, he also shook his head. There was no one out there.
"Nothing," he finally said. "It's pretty dark, but there's nothing out there."
Heero nodded. This was good. "We need to find Quatre and make sure he's all right. It will go faster if we split up."
Everyone nodded and split up into groups. Heero and Relena made their way to the third floor, disappearing down the hall towards steps leading up. Trowa, Yasha, and Eya followed them to search the second floor. Wufei and Kivi stayed on the ground floor to search the rest while Duo and Fayla went off to another part of the ground floor.
Holding the flashlight, Duo led Fayla to a closed door. His blue eyes focused and concentrated, he slowly turned the handle, so as not to alert anyone inside of their entrance. When the handle was fully turned, he slowly pushed the door open. It gave no sound, much to the two Americans' relief. Duo continued to slowly open the door until it touched the wall adjacent to the door. They quietly sighed in relief. No one was inside.
They took a few cautious steps into the room. Still no sign of life. Duo handed Fayla the flashlight. "There's light coming from the window." She looked, and sure enough the light from the moon streamed down through the window, illuminating the room as it reflected off of the linoleum. Duo walked silently over towards another part of the room to inspect something.
Fayla looked around the kitchen, eyeing the bars over the window. She really wished she could have been outside at the moment, but right now her friends were on a mission to find their companion. A sudden noise from behind her made her whirl around, the flashlight leveled. The beam of light only revealed Duo's rear end sticking out from the refrigerator, the rest of him hidden by the open door. The noise that had startled her was him moving the contents around.
Fayla sighed in exasperation as she felt her heart remove itself from her throat and back to where it belonged. "Duo!"
The blue eyed American peered over the refrigerator door, everything below his eyes hiding behind the door. "He's not in here," he offered, which was followed by nervous chuckling.
She shook her head as an amused smile forced its way onto her features. "What am I going to do with you? Here we are, trying to find your best friend, who could be in danger and/or pain, and here you are going through his refrigerator?" She was trying to scold her boyfriend, but she couldn't help but to smile as he pulled a handful of food out while giving her his "pitiful puppy look". She wagged an accusing finger at him. "One of these days mister," she threatened, giving him a playful glare. "I'm going to figure out a way to beat that damn look and use it against you."
Duo increased the intensity of the look by making his lower lip tremble. With as much fake sincerity he could muster, he said, "Yes dear."
Fayla couldn't help it. She cracked up. An eruption of giggles escaped her as Duo's cuteness factor shot through the roof.
They didn't notice the door slowly and quietly closing, it's silence working against the two Americans as platinum blonde hair and hate-filled blue eyes watched them from the corner that was blocked off by the open door. The door was quietly pushed closed until it reached halfway; then it was violently and suddenly slammed shut.
*WHAM*
The unsuspecting youths whirled around in surprise, eyes wide and bodies tense. Duo dropped his stash of food.
"Quatre!"
The Arabian stepped towards them, his shotgun leveled. A second later, he fired.
Fayla screamed. "OH MY GOD! DUO!"
She ran to his side as he began to slowly fall to the floor, his eyes still wide from the surprise. Even before he landed, the red puddle was beginning to collect underneath him and growing quickly. Fayla dropped the flashlight and kneeled by his side, but the buckshot of the shotgun had already done its damage. Many entry wounds had been forced into his chest, along with the many exit wounds that spotted his upper back; all visible from the beam of the flashlight. Fayla quickly yet gently put two fingers on his neck, just in time to feel his pulse gradually stopping. Tears streamed down her face as she cradled Duo's head, smoothing back his hair. With his last ounce of strength, he forced his eyes to barely open, look at his beloved girlfriend, and smile. With his last breath, he whispered a final message.
"Love you, babe..."
His eyes clouded over and his struggle to breathe ended.
Fayla began to sob as she buried her face in his hair, refusing to accept the fact that the man she loved was now gone.
*BLAM*
She only felt a momentary pain as the buckshot found its way through her vital organs in her waist. Then the world around her became black and she knew no more.
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Quatre carefully walked round the bodies, careful not to step in the pools of blood so not to leave footprints for the others to follow. He dismissed the flashlight. 'Let them find it. It won't help them.' He quickly checked the corpses for life signs, and found none. A satisfied smile reached his lips at he left the room, quietly leaving the door open just a little, enough for it to catch the attention of one of his next victims.
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Author's note: *hides behind couch* EEP! Don't hurt me! I'm probably going to have a lot of Gundam fans mad at me by the time this fic ends. Speaking of which, I already know how this fic is going to end, but I can't tell you until I get enough reviews.