Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters, just the
fic.
A/N Hey all! Thanks for sticking with this fic. Anyway I just figured something out! Quatre is the French word for four and Quatre is from the fourth colony! That is so cool! Sorry! I just figured that out and thought it was totally cool! Anyway here's the Trowa torture chapter, enjoy! Oh by the way I will be out of town from August 29th till September 2nd so I will be unable to update until after I get back, sorry for the inconvenience.
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Accusations Chapter 4; Clowning Around
The figure took his place on the platform, taking a bow. A dagger in- between each finger. Bringing his arm backwards and forwards again releasing the daggers Trowa felt one fly by his face, scraping off skin on his cheek. The second dug into the left side of his chest, barely missing his heart. He cried out in pain as the dagger cut through his skin, tearing at it. The third hit him in the gut, just below his rib cage and about three inches above his bellybutton, in his diaphram. His right wrist became substantially heavier as the fourth dagger pierced it, blood spurting out of it in all different directions. He grunted in pain, it was becoming hard for him to breathe. The figure began walking towards him, the wheel spinning faster and faster. His attacker pushed the button to have the wheel lower itself. Trowa felt his body sinking lower to the ground, getting closer and closer to his assaulter, his body still spinning due to the fact that the lever behind the curtain had not been flipped. He knew by the time he got within ¾ of an inch above the platform the wheel would jerk to a stop due to the design of the "Pinwheel."
His attackers' face became level with his just as his body jerked to the right, ripping the skin where the daggers were, with the sudden movement. His vision was foggy; it took a good minute for him to get control of his vision, the picture of the person standing in front of him, fading in and out. When he finally got control of his vision he realized that he was staring at himself, however the person in front of him had his entire face covered.
"Well, well, well." the figure in front of him said as he took a step closer to Trowa. The man placed his left hand on Trowa's chest, placing the other, next to it and slowly running it down his figure to where it lay resting over his covered member, caressing it. Trowa squirmed. "I guess I get to play with you now."
"You.you're the one." Trowa winced, his entire body throbbing with pain, "you're the one that attacked Duo.. aren't you?" Trowa shifted as the man squeezed his member through his pants, pumping it.
"What's it to ya'?" The man asked, "I plan on attacking all of them."
"Leave the others alone." Trowa whispered, not able to talk louder than a whisper, "don't hurt them, why are you doing this? " He continued.
"Leave them alone!?! I don't think so," removing his hand from Trowa's member. He pressed the hilt causing the dagger in Trowa's wrist to penetrate even further, "I'm just getting started. You guys haven't seen anything yet and it's just gonna get worse, everytime. The very last pilot I attack, he's really gonna get it."
Trowa could no longer hold up his head, it limply hung, his chin touching his chest. His wrist was bleeding much heavier now and due to the blood he'd lost his vision was fuzzy. Sweat poured off his limp figure, a fever consuming his entire being, lighting it on fire.
"Feeling feverish are we?" The man asked in a sly tone, "did I forget to mention that I dipped those daggers in poison?" He looked at Trowa, "answer me damnit!"
Trowa couldn't move. Sweat poured down his body as the poison slowly consumed his body, slowly taking it over.
"Fine since you won't willingly answer me, I'll force you too." The man undid the iron restraints that held Trowa to the "Pinwheel". He immediately fell to the floor at his release, landing on his stomach. His body weight pushing the daggers deeper into his skin. Bending over, the man forced Trowa onto his back, slamming his head into the floor as he did. His head throbbed, and as he tried to lift it, it was once again rammed against the marble floor.
"Are you hot?" The man asked with a snicker slowly ripping off Trowa's shirt, the force from it jarring the daggers that were imbedded in his skin. He cried out at the movements, his cry was very weak and was barely over a whisper. New blood rushing down his already blood covered red skin. "Not hot enough my friend." He sat beside Trowa's wincing figure, using his lighter to light himself a cigarette. The man danced the flame around Trowa's face, running it all over his body, lightly making contact with his skin. At his wrist the man held it centimeters away from the large gap he had on his wrist, the blood tempting the flame to make contact with it.
Trowa winced. Not getting the reaction he wanted he placed his lighter in his pocket and removed the cigarette from his mouth, he scooted closer to Trowa's heavily bleeding right wrist. Trowa strained to open his eyes, the poison, he could tell was taking a strong affect on him. The only thing he could make out was the outline of the figure hovering above him.
The man lightly touched the cigarette to the skin around Trowa's wound. Trowa winced in pain and he tried to pull away. The man grabbed him forcefully by the wrist, sending pain up his entire arm. He drove the lighted end of the cigarette into his wound, extinguishing it. The metal blade of the dagger that was still in his wrist magnified the heat.
Trowa cried out in pain as the burning object made contact with his skin, grabbing his wrist. His body shook with pain, his consciousness slowly leaving him. Flipping himself onto his stomach he tried to crawl away, the pain he felt covered his entire being, skyrocketed as he did. The man grabbed him by his hair, lifting him up.
"Where do you think you're going? You can't leave yet. We're only clowning around after all." He said bringing the blade he had pulled from his pocket into Trowa's midsection right above the one that was already there.
Trowa's eyes were shut and he no longer felt that he could open them. He felt his body being lifted from the cold marble floor; being carried to a different location. He again was placed on a cold surface.
"You can handle the tight rope, can't you?" The man coed in his ear.
Trowa gasped for air, his body lifting a few centimeters off the ground. The man that was causing him so much pain hovered over him again, yanking all of the daggers out of his skin.
"The poison will consume your entire body. I'd say in less than four hours, shutting down all your internal organs, destroying them." He said sadistically.
Trowa felt his wounds spread open further as the man dug the spike on his tight rope into his wounds, fastening it tightly around his wrist. Repeating the same process to his left wrist, shoving the spike he had glued onto the rope into his unblemished skin, hitting his main vein, the pain from it forcing him to cry out, his voice was croaky. The man tightened the rope, which was not only secured to his wrists but also to the ceiling. The ropes naturally tightened as the man pulled the object Trowa was laying on out from underneath him. Held by his wrists, his feet dangled mer feet above the ground, rendering him helpless against any attack. With much difficulty he slowly opened his eyes, he was in the circus dressing and supply room. Boxes of hundreds of props lay scattered about. Clothing racks surrounded him as well.
Trowa gathered the strength to talk, "Why.why haven't you attacked Heero yet, you said you were going to attack all of us but you never attacked Heero. You attacked Duo and then me. Plus you told Duo that the numbers of our colonies would determine the order in which we would be attacked, Duo then me, that would be in order, but why didn't you attack Heero?" Trowa tried to make sense of his own thoughts; not sure what he had said made sense. He gasped, his voice was giving out again and he lacked the strength to fight off the sleep that was determined to take him over.
"Oh don't worry. Heero'll get his chance, I'll tell him you were concerned since he wasn't the first to be attacked and if the rest of you had to be attacked then he needed to be attacked too." The man sneered running a dull blade down the middle of his chest, with nothing to help for the pain. The laceration ran from his sternum to just above his bellybutton.
Trowa cried out in pain, as the dull blade was forcefully drug across his skin, ripping it open. His attacker placed his hand on Trowa's chest right next to the part he had just tore open with his dull blade. Blood poured out of his wound and down his front. He slid his hand over the wound the skin looking jagged. Slowly he inserted a finger into the laceration running it from where it began to where it ended. Due to the pain Trowa's body naturally tensed. His body shaking more violently now. Having the other man sliding his finger inside his cut, opening it wider, didn't help with the pain. Wincing in pain he dug his teeth into his bottom lip in order to keep from crying out. Blood made it's way up with his throat, invading his mouth. Heaving at the taste that invaded his mouth and letting the contents fly from his lips. The other man grinned at Trowa's pain. Ramming that same finger back up his wound. Trowa grimaced in pain as the man inserted a second finger; he bit down harder on his bottom lip causing it to bleed.
"L..leave the others alone." Trowa uttered.
The man shoved his fingers deeper in, no part of them showing. He yanked them out; his skin spreading at the place he pulled them from. Blood dripped off his fingers, running down his hand. He placed the dagger that he held in his other hand, the one that he had used to cause that gash, in his pocket an slowly worked his way around Trowa till he was facing his back, examining him.
Trowa heard the man rustling through a box behind him, his consciousness slowly slipping from his grasp yet again. Standing once again, Trowa could tell he had found what he was looking for since the rustling had stopped, he snickered at Trowa's back, looking at the object in his hands. He held his breath waiting for what the man was going to torture him with next.
The lion tamers whip cracked against his back, tearing his skin open, blood flowing from that spot. Continued to crack the whip against Trowa's back, the tip digging into his pristine skin, again and again. His body swayed at the force that was being brought down on his back. This movement caused the spikes that were imbedded into his wrist to dig themselves further in. His lip bleeding more heavily as he bit down on his lip harder, containing a cry. The man continued whipping him, when suddenly the pain from the whip being brought onto his once undamaged skin stopped, along with everything else. Trowa's back stung. The man embraced him around his sides from behind, squeezing Trowa's almost lifeless body, sending pain throughout his entire body.
"I gotta go now, too bad huh?" he whispered, "but don't worry someone will eventually find you, let's just hope," he chuckled, "let's hope that they make it two and a half hours, if they don't," he paused, "I'm sorry but you'll be out of the game."
An extraordinary pain attacked his heart, he felt like it was going to explode in his chest. He was unsure how many minutes passed before he heard the door open and close informing Trowa that the other man had exited. Back stinging and body consumed in pain he hung there from his damaged wrists, his body weight not helping them hurt any less. He could feel blood flowing down the right side of his face. Slowly he opened his eyes, the room spinning around him he focused his eyes on the puddle of blood that covered the floor under his feet, continuing to get bigger, a cough making it's way up his throat. It was becoming harder for him to fill his lungs with air he heaved at the pain. The puddle he had been staring at began to spin, joining the rest of the room.
Minutes of pain passed as slow as hours. His breathing became more ragged and his vision totally blackened. His eyes were open but he couldn't see anything in front of him, everything was blurred together. His eyes slowly closed as he willingly started giving into unconsciousness, his breathing slowed and would eventually come to a stop, not wanting to do it anymore. Secretly hoping to end it all. The only thing stopping him from totally letting go and letting himself die was his partner and best friend, Quatre.
"I'll see you later, Quatre." Trowa whispered.
***
(An hour and twenty minutes passed)
A figure opened the door, peering inside. Seeing the outline of something, they entered the door, flipping the light switch on.
The figure stared at the gruesome sight, his friend's body slightly disfigured, blood pouring down his body forming a small pond under his feet, "Oh my god, Trowa!"
To be continued.
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Crimsonflames: Thanks for reading and please review!
A/N Hey all! Thanks for sticking with this fic. Anyway I just figured something out! Quatre is the French word for four and Quatre is from the fourth colony! That is so cool! Sorry! I just figured that out and thought it was totally cool! Anyway here's the Trowa torture chapter, enjoy! Oh by the way I will be out of town from August 29th till September 2nd so I will be unable to update until after I get back, sorry for the inconvenience.
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Accusations Chapter 4; Clowning Around
The figure took his place on the platform, taking a bow. A dagger in- between each finger. Bringing his arm backwards and forwards again releasing the daggers Trowa felt one fly by his face, scraping off skin on his cheek. The second dug into the left side of his chest, barely missing his heart. He cried out in pain as the dagger cut through his skin, tearing at it. The third hit him in the gut, just below his rib cage and about three inches above his bellybutton, in his diaphram. His right wrist became substantially heavier as the fourth dagger pierced it, blood spurting out of it in all different directions. He grunted in pain, it was becoming hard for him to breathe. The figure began walking towards him, the wheel spinning faster and faster. His attacker pushed the button to have the wheel lower itself. Trowa felt his body sinking lower to the ground, getting closer and closer to his assaulter, his body still spinning due to the fact that the lever behind the curtain had not been flipped. He knew by the time he got within ¾ of an inch above the platform the wheel would jerk to a stop due to the design of the "Pinwheel."
His attackers' face became level with his just as his body jerked to the right, ripping the skin where the daggers were, with the sudden movement. His vision was foggy; it took a good minute for him to get control of his vision, the picture of the person standing in front of him, fading in and out. When he finally got control of his vision he realized that he was staring at himself, however the person in front of him had his entire face covered.
"Well, well, well." the figure in front of him said as he took a step closer to Trowa. The man placed his left hand on Trowa's chest, placing the other, next to it and slowly running it down his figure to where it lay resting over his covered member, caressing it. Trowa squirmed. "I guess I get to play with you now."
"You.you're the one." Trowa winced, his entire body throbbing with pain, "you're the one that attacked Duo.. aren't you?" Trowa shifted as the man squeezed his member through his pants, pumping it.
"What's it to ya'?" The man asked, "I plan on attacking all of them."
"Leave the others alone." Trowa whispered, not able to talk louder than a whisper, "don't hurt them, why are you doing this? " He continued.
"Leave them alone!?! I don't think so," removing his hand from Trowa's member. He pressed the hilt causing the dagger in Trowa's wrist to penetrate even further, "I'm just getting started. You guys haven't seen anything yet and it's just gonna get worse, everytime. The very last pilot I attack, he's really gonna get it."
Trowa could no longer hold up his head, it limply hung, his chin touching his chest. His wrist was bleeding much heavier now and due to the blood he'd lost his vision was fuzzy. Sweat poured off his limp figure, a fever consuming his entire being, lighting it on fire.
"Feeling feverish are we?" The man asked in a sly tone, "did I forget to mention that I dipped those daggers in poison?" He looked at Trowa, "answer me damnit!"
Trowa couldn't move. Sweat poured down his body as the poison slowly consumed his body, slowly taking it over.
"Fine since you won't willingly answer me, I'll force you too." The man undid the iron restraints that held Trowa to the "Pinwheel". He immediately fell to the floor at his release, landing on his stomach. His body weight pushing the daggers deeper into his skin. Bending over, the man forced Trowa onto his back, slamming his head into the floor as he did. His head throbbed, and as he tried to lift it, it was once again rammed against the marble floor.
"Are you hot?" The man asked with a snicker slowly ripping off Trowa's shirt, the force from it jarring the daggers that were imbedded in his skin. He cried out at the movements, his cry was very weak and was barely over a whisper. New blood rushing down his already blood covered red skin. "Not hot enough my friend." He sat beside Trowa's wincing figure, using his lighter to light himself a cigarette. The man danced the flame around Trowa's face, running it all over his body, lightly making contact with his skin. At his wrist the man held it centimeters away from the large gap he had on his wrist, the blood tempting the flame to make contact with it.
Trowa winced. Not getting the reaction he wanted he placed his lighter in his pocket and removed the cigarette from his mouth, he scooted closer to Trowa's heavily bleeding right wrist. Trowa strained to open his eyes, the poison, he could tell was taking a strong affect on him. The only thing he could make out was the outline of the figure hovering above him.
The man lightly touched the cigarette to the skin around Trowa's wound. Trowa winced in pain and he tried to pull away. The man grabbed him forcefully by the wrist, sending pain up his entire arm. He drove the lighted end of the cigarette into his wound, extinguishing it. The metal blade of the dagger that was still in his wrist magnified the heat.
Trowa cried out in pain as the burning object made contact with his skin, grabbing his wrist. His body shook with pain, his consciousness slowly leaving him. Flipping himself onto his stomach he tried to crawl away, the pain he felt covered his entire being, skyrocketed as he did. The man grabbed him by his hair, lifting him up.
"Where do you think you're going? You can't leave yet. We're only clowning around after all." He said bringing the blade he had pulled from his pocket into Trowa's midsection right above the one that was already there.
Trowa's eyes were shut and he no longer felt that he could open them. He felt his body being lifted from the cold marble floor; being carried to a different location. He again was placed on a cold surface.
"You can handle the tight rope, can't you?" The man coed in his ear.
Trowa gasped for air, his body lifting a few centimeters off the ground. The man that was causing him so much pain hovered over him again, yanking all of the daggers out of his skin.
"The poison will consume your entire body. I'd say in less than four hours, shutting down all your internal organs, destroying them." He said sadistically.
Trowa felt his wounds spread open further as the man dug the spike on his tight rope into his wounds, fastening it tightly around his wrist. Repeating the same process to his left wrist, shoving the spike he had glued onto the rope into his unblemished skin, hitting his main vein, the pain from it forcing him to cry out, his voice was croaky. The man tightened the rope, which was not only secured to his wrists but also to the ceiling. The ropes naturally tightened as the man pulled the object Trowa was laying on out from underneath him. Held by his wrists, his feet dangled mer feet above the ground, rendering him helpless against any attack. With much difficulty he slowly opened his eyes, he was in the circus dressing and supply room. Boxes of hundreds of props lay scattered about. Clothing racks surrounded him as well.
Trowa gathered the strength to talk, "Why.why haven't you attacked Heero yet, you said you were going to attack all of us but you never attacked Heero. You attacked Duo and then me. Plus you told Duo that the numbers of our colonies would determine the order in which we would be attacked, Duo then me, that would be in order, but why didn't you attack Heero?" Trowa tried to make sense of his own thoughts; not sure what he had said made sense. He gasped, his voice was giving out again and he lacked the strength to fight off the sleep that was determined to take him over.
"Oh don't worry. Heero'll get his chance, I'll tell him you were concerned since he wasn't the first to be attacked and if the rest of you had to be attacked then he needed to be attacked too." The man sneered running a dull blade down the middle of his chest, with nothing to help for the pain. The laceration ran from his sternum to just above his bellybutton.
Trowa cried out in pain, as the dull blade was forcefully drug across his skin, ripping it open. His attacker placed his hand on Trowa's chest right next to the part he had just tore open with his dull blade. Blood poured out of his wound and down his front. He slid his hand over the wound the skin looking jagged. Slowly he inserted a finger into the laceration running it from where it began to where it ended. Due to the pain Trowa's body naturally tensed. His body shaking more violently now. Having the other man sliding his finger inside his cut, opening it wider, didn't help with the pain. Wincing in pain he dug his teeth into his bottom lip in order to keep from crying out. Blood made it's way up with his throat, invading his mouth. Heaving at the taste that invaded his mouth and letting the contents fly from his lips. The other man grinned at Trowa's pain. Ramming that same finger back up his wound. Trowa grimaced in pain as the man inserted a second finger; he bit down harder on his bottom lip causing it to bleed.
"L..leave the others alone." Trowa uttered.
The man shoved his fingers deeper in, no part of them showing. He yanked them out; his skin spreading at the place he pulled them from. Blood dripped off his fingers, running down his hand. He placed the dagger that he held in his other hand, the one that he had used to cause that gash, in his pocket an slowly worked his way around Trowa till he was facing his back, examining him.
Trowa heard the man rustling through a box behind him, his consciousness slowly slipping from his grasp yet again. Standing once again, Trowa could tell he had found what he was looking for since the rustling had stopped, he snickered at Trowa's back, looking at the object in his hands. He held his breath waiting for what the man was going to torture him with next.
The lion tamers whip cracked against his back, tearing his skin open, blood flowing from that spot. Continued to crack the whip against Trowa's back, the tip digging into his pristine skin, again and again. His body swayed at the force that was being brought down on his back. This movement caused the spikes that were imbedded into his wrist to dig themselves further in. His lip bleeding more heavily as he bit down on his lip harder, containing a cry. The man continued whipping him, when suddenly the pain from the whip being brought onto his once undamaged skin stopped, along with everything else. Trowa's back stung. The man embraced him around his sides from behind, squeezing Trowa's almost lifeless body, sending pain throughout his entire body.
"I gotta go now, too bad huh?" he whispered, "but don't worry someone will eventually find you, let's just hope," he chuckled, "let's hope that they make it two and a half hours, if they don't," he paused, "I'm sorry but you'll be out of the game."
An extraordinary pain attacked his heart, he felt like it was going to explode in his chest. He was unsure how many minutes passed before he heard the door open and close informing Trowa that the other man had exited. Back stinging and body consumed in pain he hung there from his damaged wrists, his body weight not helping them hurt any less. He could feel blood flowing down the right side of his face. Slowly he opened his eyes, the room spinning around him he focused his eyes on the puddle of blood that covered the floor under his feet, continuing to get bigger, a cough making it's way up his throat. It was becoming harder for him to fill his lungs with air he heaved at the pain. The puddle he had been staring at began to spin, joining the rest of the room.
Minutes of pain passed as slow as hours. His breathing became more ragged and his vision totally blackened. His eyes were open but he couldn't see anything in front of him, everything was blurred together. His eyes slowly closed as he willingly started giving into unconsciousness, his breathing slowed and would eventually come to a stop, not wanting to do it anymore. Secretly hoping to end it all. The only thing stopping him from totally letting go and letting himself die was his partner and best friend, Quatre.
"I'll see you later, Quatre." Trowa whispered.
***
(An hour and twenty minutes passed)
A figure opened the door, peering inside. Seeing the outline of something, they entered the door, flipping the light switch on.
The figure stared at the gruesome sight, his friend's body slightly disfigured, blood pouring down his body forming a small pond under his feet, "Oh my god, Trowa!"
To be continued.
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Crimsonflames: Thanks for reading and please review!