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Quatre either, however if anyone could tell me how to get a lease on him
I'm listening. LOL! Oh yeah and by the way this fic is mine!
A/N Thanks to all that have reviewed. Hopefully you'll be just as pleased with this chapter. A special thanks (lol.I'm practicing for my Grammy!) to WufeiHuntress and Crimson Tears, you have been very complimentary and supportive along with all you others that have been reviewing! *Blows kisses* Thank you all!
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The figure stared at the gruesome sight, his friends body slightly disfigured blood pouring down his body forming a small pond under his feet, "Oh my god, Trowa!" Quatre rushed into the room Abdule and Rashid following.
"Trowa?" Quatre uttered. His friend didn't respond. "How could they do this to him?" Quatre asked taking a step closer, "We have to get him down." He turned when he didn't get an answer, his companions were not behind him, "Abdule, Rashid!" Quatre called.
"He's attacked to this Master Quatre!" Abdule hollered standing next to the scenery crank. Rashid emerged from the opposite direction quickly making his way towards Quatre.
"Lower him!" Rashid commanded standing at the younger mans feet. Tears flowed down Quatre's cheeks, "No, not Trowa, not Trowa!" Metal scratched against metal as Trowa's body lowered, Abdule using the scenery crank to lower his body. The ropes that were around Trowa's wrists were also tied to the hook you placed the background on; this was what caused him to be hoisted into the air an hour or so earlier.
A minute passed before Trowa's body was within Rashid's grasp. He waited throwing his arms out in front of him so he could easily catch Trowa. Trowa's limp figure fell perfectly into Rashid's awaiting arms. He waited for more rope to be lowered before sinking to his knees, clutching the boy. Quatre rushed to his side looking over his body more carefully. The burns that trailed his skin made Quatre flinch. There were cigarette ashes in Trowa's wrist and some more serious than the strips of burns that covered his arms and the trunk around the wound on Trowa's wrist. Shivers ran up Quatre's back at the thought of what his friend had gone through, what his friends had gone through, both Trowa and Duo. "Why would anyone want to hurt you this bad?" Quatre thought to himself, "Who could be that cruel? He said we'd all have our turn but whose next? What's his objective?" His thoughts were interrupted as Trowa heaved up a mouth full of blood, still unconscious. Trowa lay, barely breathing in Rashid's lap. His breath came in ragged gasps, he was alive but was too weak to open his eyes or cry out or speak. He had let unconsciousness take him awhile before. Rashid untied him from the hook that held the scenery drop-down.
Quatre administered direct help to his bleeding wrists. Carefully pulling out the tips that were embedded in Trowa's skin, Quatre pocketed them. The burns that trailed Trowa's skin made him flinch. Ripping his shirt he used the torn cloth to tie around his bloody wrist. He administered the same care and treatment to his other wrist. The pressure that was applied to his wrists caused a warm sticky liquid to ooze out of Trowa's skin from the poison. Quatre cringed at the sight. As soon as he had gotten his wrists tightly and securely bandaged he moved to Trowa's torn trunk. Gagging at the bloody mess beneath him.
"We'll take care of him in the car, Master Quatre. We need to get him to a hospital," Rashid said giving Quatre a reassuring smile, "he'll be alright." Quatre let go of Trowa's burning skin. Allowing Rashid to stand and quickly carry the beaten boy to Quatre's new limo. Due to Larry's broken leg Abdule and Rashid had been asked to drive Quatre around. Abdule, who was in the lead, opened the back passenger door for Rashid and Quatre. Quatre placed himself in the seat Rashid gently setting Trowa in his arms. Shutting the door he quickly hopped in next to Abdule.
Quatre felt the car beneath him speed away from the curb, the world outside his car a blur. He felt warm liquid cover his legs, as if on cue Rashid's voice filed the car.
"Master Quatre his back is bleeding pretty heavily, you might want to add some pressure to it."
Quatre used his purple vest to cover his friends' laceration that ran from his sternum to just above his bellybutton, applying as much pressure as he could. Oh god, what did they do to you? Quatre thought to himself. Goosebumps covered his friends' body. He released the pressure on his chest long enough to slide his pink sweater from his back. Wrapping it, as well as he could, over Trowa's body. Trying to help with how cold he was. By the feel of his skin you would never be able to tell that he was cold but the goose bumps would prove you wrong. Running his hands underneath the sweater he had put on his friends body he placed his hands back on the vest again applying as much pressure as he could trying to stop the bleeding. The bleeding had slowed immensely on both his wrists.
"Come on Trowa stay with me. You can't die on me, you can't. Just stay with me. Don't leave me, I don't want to be all alone. Please! Hold on, we're almost there. Don't give up!" Quatre pleaded with Trowa in his thoughts. "Please" His voice came out barely above a whisper, tears streaming down his face. Just then Abdule pulled up in front of the hospital. Trowa had paled substantially since they'd found him, his skin had almost no color to it, he somewhat resembled an albino, just a little whiter.
Taking Trowa from Quatre's arms Rashid rushed the bleeding boy to the main entrance, Quatre by his side and Abdule a few feet behind. The admittance nurse automatically calling over the loud speaker for a group of interns and a stretcher. As the four of them reached the desk a stretcher was being wheeled down the hall, getting closer and closer. Rashid rushing to meet them halfway, Quatre and Abdule following. Trowa was carefully removed from Rashids' grasp. The interns began immediate treatment, wheeling him away towards the elevator. Quatre and his two companions following. The admittance nurse stopped them.
"I'm sorry but you won't be able to follow, the police have been called and they're on their way, they'll need to ask you a few questions."
Quatre heard the woman's voice but couldn't make out what she was trying to say to him, he stared down the hallway at the elevator that had taken Trowa to a different location, wanting to follow.
"Master Quatre.Master Quatre!" Rashid's voice pulling him out of his trance he turned his head looking at them.
"Yes?" He asked weakly
"Well." Rashid began
"I was wondering if you would like a shirt and some hot tea to try to settle your nerves while you wait?" The nurse butted in.
"I want to be with Trowa" Quatre said honestly.
"I know you want to be with your friend but the most you can do to help him now is fill out these papers and honestly answer any if the officers questions, let us take care of your friend." She replied handing him a pile of paperwork. "I'll go get you a shirt."
"Thanks" he answered slumping into the waiting room chair, Abdule and Rashid on either side of him. Quatre blankly stared at the sheet of paper in front of him.
The nurse exited and then reentered a minute later carrying a violet shirt in on e hand and a cup of tea in the other.
"You should already have this information on file ma'am." Quatre whispered as she handed him the shirt and tea.
"Oh, what's the patients name? " She asked politely.
"Trowa..Trowa Barton." He uttered tears again filling his eyes.
"I'll check that out for you." She replied.
Abdule put his hand on Quatre's back supportively. The shirt rest in Quatre's lap, untouched. His elbows were rested on his knees, his cup of tea held so tightly in his hands they turned white. His forehead rested on his hands that surrounded the cup he was grasping, his eyes closed. He was trying to control his sobs. Just then the police entered through the main office strutting over to the admittance desk. The nurse had a brief interview with the, before showing them to Quatre and the others. Quatre felt their presence before they even spoke, he drew in a breath. If only I had arrived a bit sooner.I might have been able to save Trowa from some of that torture.I might have been able to.to.
The officers' voice disturbed his thoughts, "Hello. I am Officer Brown and this is Officer Muller," he said pointing to the stout man to his right, "and this is Officer Rose." He said pointing to the other man. "We know what you're going through must be tough but we need to as you a few questions."
You have no idea what we're going through, Quatre thought to himself, your friends aren't being brutally attacked, you don't have two friends that almost died, a vicious psycho trying to attack you and all of your friends in the most brutal ways possible, you don't know what it's like to find your best friend hanging from a scenery drop with cuts, burns, and whip marks all over his body, you don't know what that's like! He felt like screaming all this at the man in front of him but couldn't find the strength too. All he wanted was to get this over with so he could see Trowa.
Rashid stood from the couch, "Trowa will be fine," he managed a faint smile at Quatre, following the man Officer Brown had introduced as Officer Rose. Abdule was asked to follow Officer Muller. Regaining control and managing to stop sobbing Quatre looked at the man that stood in front of him. Tears still streamed his face. The officer took a seat next to him looking at the rumpled shirt that was thrown in his lap.
"How about you use the restroom to throw that shirt on and regain your composure and I'll meet you in that back room." He said pointing to the small room next to the admittance desk.
Quatre managed a small smile, "Thanks."
The officer nodded rising from his chair and crossing the room. Quatre rose to his fee slowly making his way towards to restroom door. Once inside he stared at this ghostly reflection in the mirror. He was unnerved; worrying about Trowa had taken most of his strength. He hadn't realized just how tired he was until then, not to mention how sick he felt. Quatre slowly slipped the shirt over his head sticking his arms in the arm slots. His mind drowning in thoughts, If you had gotten there sooner you might have been able to spare him from some of that torture but no you spent the entire day thinking about how much your chest hurt and throwing up, just cause you can't handle any pain. He slammed his fist into the mirror. The image of Trowa hanging in that cold dark room beaten and bleeding flowing through his mind. He was close to hyperventilating, he could tell, his breath came in ragged gasps. He could very well be to blame if Trowa died; he couldn't deal with that. His stomach rose to his throat and he whirled around grabbing the garbage can next to sink on the floor, his chest burst with pain. He sunk to his knees. The contents from his stomach emptying into the trash. He continued heaving even when there wasn't anything else for him to heave. His body shook as he tried to regain control of his breathing; it was slowly slowing down to its normal rate.
He sat on the floor for several minutes, too weak to pick himself up. After regaining his composure and gaining the strength to stand he shakily got to his feet, using the counter surrounding the sink for support. He took a deep breath, splashing his face with cold water. Turning towards the door he quickly exited trying his best to egnore the rising pain in his chest.
Slowly he entered the small room feeling more than a little off balance.
"Please have a seat," Quatre sat in the chair across from Officer Brown. "You're name is Quatre Winner isn't it?"
Quatre nodded.
"You were also in here for two weeks and were just released this morning, if I'm not mistaken."
Quatre nodded again.
"Your friend Trowa was also here about two weeks ago, is that correct?"
Quatre swallowed hard, "yes."
"Same as your friend Duo who hit you guys after he'd been brutally attacked."
Quatre fought back tears but let them fall remembering Trowa's words how sad.a person that can't cry that's what Trowa had told him. "Yes"
"How are you feeling psychically?"
"I'm alright, thanks"
"That's good. Are you aware that the five files that are missing belong to you and your friends Trowa, Duo, Heero, and Wufei?"
Blank eyes stared back at the officer, unsure if he could swallow what he heard, "you're kidding right?"
Officer Brown continued, "The three rooms that were vandalized were the rooms you guys were in a year or so ago. To begin with we weren't sure if there was any connection but through the events that have occurred we're starting to believe that there might be a connection. You're initials were also spray painted all over the walls, QW, HY, WC, TB, and DM. We were not sure what to make of the other things that were written in those rooms but we'll figure it out. So I'm going to have to ask you a few questions."
Quatre felt his stomach rising to his throat again. Swallowing hard his stomach replaced itself where it should be, tears streaming down his face, "What do you want to know?" He asked through muffled tears.
"What exactly happened today?"
Quatre swallowed, he wished the man wouldn't make him remember and repeat out loud his weakness, "I was released this morning around 10:30 and my friend Duo drove me home. I spent most of the day sleeping. Duo called me as soon as he had gotten home, so I'd know, Rashid, one of the men that was with me in the waiting room, asked me later that day if I'd like to go see my friend Trowa practice for his act tomorrow, he'd known I'd wanted to. So I agreed and when we got there he wasn't out there on the platform it was.it was just covered in blood, then we found him.we found him hanging in the storage closet." His stomach rose to his throat again and he couldn't contain it. He grabbed the garbage can sitting next to Officer Brown's desk. Lowering his trunk as close as he could to his thighs. The only thing that made it's way up Quatre's throat however was bile. Shaking he dry heaved again, nothing coming up this time. Just as he finally thought he had gotten it contained he threw up the lining of his stomach, blood filling the trashcan he held limply in the hands that were wrapped tightly around his knees.
Officer Brown crossed the short distance between them, Quatre still heaving, he placed his hand on Quatre's shoulder, "Are you alright kid? Maybe you should have the nurse examine you again," he lifted his hand from where it lay on Quatre's shoulder and put it against his forehead, "you feel hot to kid."
"I'm fine," he replied, his heaving coming to a stop. He looked up wiping the blood from his lips; "I'm fine really. When will I be able to see Trowa?"
"You should be able to see him tonight but I'm not sure kid." He went back to sitting behind his desk, "Now is there anything else you'd like to tell me? Did anything seem suspicious or out of place?"
"Catherine."
"Who?"
"Trowa's partner Catherine wasn't there. She should have been there, they're both performing the act."
"You never saw her? Was there any evidence that she'd been there?"
"Catherine didn't do it, if that's what you're trying to say. You have to go look for her, she could be.she could be." Quatre thought of what he'd have to tell Trowa if she was missing and how Trowa would look. A single tear ran down his cheek.
"I have a few men over there right now. I'll give them a call and tell them to keep their eyes peeled."
"What happens if they don't?" Quatre asked.
"Then we'll have to put out a search warrant for her, but let's hope it doesn't come to that." Officer Brown replied picking up the phone a dialing a number. "I'll let you know what I find out, take it easy for a while. Your wounds are not completely healed yet and you're not fully recovered. Plus you shouldn't be throwing up blood, have the nurse look at you again." He commanded.
Quatre not feeling like arguing nodded and exited the quiet room in to the noisy waiting room. Abdule and Rashid were no where in sight. He quickly took a seat in front of the admittance desk.
"How's Trowa doing?" He asked as the lady that had stopped him earlier put down the phone.
"I'm unsure. The last time I heard they were cleaning out his laceration, they were going to try and stitch it, he'll definitely have to have at least seventy-five stitches, maybe more."
"Has he been awake at all?" Quatre asked.
"Yeah he woke up when they were numbing his arm to clean it out, there was something in the numbing solution that caused him to have an allergic reaction and the pain from it brought him back. Since then, as far as I know, he's had an allergic reaction to every pain killer they've given him but he hasn't woken up from any of the others."
"He's never had an allergic reaction to pain killers before."
"Sometimes it takes a while." The nurse replied.
"Could the allergic reaction he's having be brought on by the poison that was injected into his system?"
"Well." she was cut off as her walky talky went off.
"Amy.Amy can we get those numbing pills? He's having another allergic reaction."
"I thought you tried a different one?"
"We did, we need that medication soon, hurry."
"I'll be there in a minute." She said looking at Quatre as she grabbed a pill bottle from the desk drawer, "I'll mention what you said to Dr. Hibiki."
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(Enter Trowa)
"Ugh." Trowa uttered in his sleep. He knew he wasn't awake but he was still thinking and he could hear himself think it was something he'd always been able to do. He cringed as his body jolted again as a result of the medication. Wincing as the interns around him again pumped his stomach. They had had to pump his chest over four times, once when he first arrived and then several other times to get the old medication out of his system that he'd had a reaction to so that they could inject him with new medicine. He felt strong hands push down on his chest, the tube in his throat scratching it.
Stay with us! That's all he had heard, but he didn't want to. He wanted to give up. Let everything end. There was only one thing keeping him form doing that and that was Quatre. He meant the world to Trowa. He tried to erase the pain he felt as the doctors around him injected him with needles, pumped his chest, and shoved tubes down his throat. They were unaware that he felt everything they were doing to him. He could hardly bare it. His breaths came out ragged and the tube didn't help much. His heart pounded against his ribs, wanting to escape.
Quatre I hope you never have to go through this. Was this how it was for you? Quatre."Ahhhh!"
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(Back to Quatre)
Quatre sunk into a chair. His hands on either side of his face and his elbows resting on his knees. Tears streamed of the sides of his cheeks creating little dark circles on his cackies. Abdule exited the room that he was in and the officer that had questioned him followed then openly let himself into Officer Brown's office. Rashid appeared a few moments later. They both made a point to sit on either side of him. Amy returned an hour later.
"How's he doing?" Quatre asked.
"Well he had an allergic reaction, like you said, because of the poison. We got that all pumped out of his system or we think we got all of it an done we did we gave him some pain killers and he was fine."
"So you had to take all the poison out without pain killers?"
"Yeah, he would have been in more pain if we'd have given him them. He's asleep now."
Quatre pondered that for a minute, he wasn't happy about Trowa not having any pain killers but he was relieved that he was now sleeping, " That's good he's asleep. Can I go see him?"
"Are you sure you're up to it, Master Quatre?" Abdule asked looking at the nurse.
Quatre nodded.
"Yeah he's in room 127. Visiting hours are over in an hour."
Quatre nodded and practically ran to the elevator where him and his two companions boarded. When they arrived on his floor they silently walked to Trowa's room. Quatre took a deep breath before entering. Trowa was connected to an iv that was giving him fluids in his right forearm and one that was giving him blood in his other forearm since they couldn't place it in his mangled wrists. He also had a tube in his throat. They had stitched his wrists and midsection. Hatred filled Quatre's heart and he took a seat in the empty chair next to Trowa's bed.
"Hi Trowa." Quatre muttered. "I'm sorry I wasn't with you through all this but we're gonna get through this, you me, everyone. We're all gonna get through it." He grabbed his friends' hand and held it gently, "It'll be okay Trowa."
Rashid put his hand on Quatre's shoulder, "Master Quatre."
Quatre cut him off, "Rashid could you guys please leave? I'd like sometime alone with him. Plus Heero and the others need to know what has been going on."
"I don't know Master Quatre, you shouldn't be alone."
"Please?" Quatre's head hung low his hands still embracing Trowa's, he was crying.
"Alright Master Quatre, but only for a little bit, we'll go call them."
"Thanks," Quatre replied somewhat smiling.
Abdule and Rashid exited, leaving Quatre with Trowa.
"How could anyone do this to you? To anyone?" Quatre whispered placing his free hand on Trowa's cheek. He was very pale and cold to the touch. His heart monitor kept bouncing between seventy-six and seventy-seven, every once and a while slipping down to seventy-five.
"When you get better we'll all take a trip just like we'd planned, we'll go to France."
Pain showed on Trowa's face, it had since he'd entered.
"I know this is painful but we'll get through this together." Quatre leaned his head against the metal rail on Trowa's bed. Just then he heard the door open. He sighed heavily, still holding Trowa's hand. "Rashid can't I have a few more minutes alone with him, you've only been gone ten." When he got no answer he lifted his head from the rail preparing to look at the door when he was violently knocked to the floor, the knees of the person attacking him digging into his back.
"Its time to play Quatre, its time to play. The good thing for you is I'm just playing, for now, cause see if you came next in my little attacking plan it would ruin it! Plus I wanna really see you suffer, you know what I mean." Seductively the man licked his lips. "It has been a pleasure watching you tonight. I mean with the whole throwing up in the bathroom and then later in that police officers office. That was good my friend but not good enough my friend."
Quatre felt the man shift his weight so it would be easier for him to dig through his coat pockets to pull something out. "If you want me than why did you get my friends involved," there was anger in his voice, "Why attack them if you were after me?" He tired to push himself from the floor to where he'd knock the guy on his back off, no such luck.
The man knocked him back down making him hit his jaw painfully on the linoleum, blood spurting out of his mouth. The man dug his knees deeper into Quatre's back, chuckling.
"You're not very intelligent are you?" Quatre asked.
"What?" The guy growled in his ear
"Attacking someone in the hospital, a hospital with video cameras, good job."
The man laughed, "Too bad the wires are cut and the security officers' dead, huh?" he laughed again covering his mouth and brought the dull blade forcefully across his skin, scraping off the skin and leaving just a trail of blood on the remaining skin. His assaulters knee was slowly removed from the small of his back but the man's hand still held Quatre's shoulders painfully against the floor, his dagger in hand.
Quatre could see it clearly out of the corner of his eye. Its blade was jagged like a lighting bolt and about ten inches in length. It looked as if the blade had never been used it was unspoiled. His attacker held the hilt in a death grip. What he could see of it disturbed him. Next thing he knew he was lying on his back, his blood soaking the floor beneath him, he was staring into a replica of Trowa's mask. However the difference in this one was it covered his entire face and the eyeholes were popped out so that he could see through them. Those eyes were also not like Trowa's they weren't the emerald jewels Quatre like staring into.
"What? Trowa?" Quatre whispered confused.
The man on top of him laughed flipping the blade to where he held the blade in his hands and the hilt pointed at him. He ran it across Quatre's cheeks. It was crimson with little carved in blood spots along with various torture items. There were two crying faces also engraved on it. Both in which resembled his two comrades that had been attacked. The torture items engraved on it were a whip, a crowbar, a glass bottle, rope, a dagger, and cigarettes. Quatre cringed as he made the connection. "You sick bastard."
The man again positioned himself this time his legs were on either side of Quatre's hips and he held Quatre's hands above his head with one hand. He kissed Quatre's neck, and slipped his dagger into his coat. After that he slid his hand easily up Quatre's shirt, rubbing his chest. Quatre's blood went cold at the gestures. He shivered and began to tremble holding back tears. He deserved this; all the others had gone through much worse, way more pain. The man's hand then moved from his chest to his pants, his other hand still holding both his hands above his head. His lips moving from his neck to his lips pressing hard against Quatre's while he slipped his hand under Quatre's pants and boxers and began pumping his member.
Quatre squirmed underneath him not wanting this. He flinched as the man squeezed his member then slid his hand out of his pants and over Quatre's side till it was underneath his back. Once there he slipped his fingers into Quatre's cuts, taking his time. When blood covered the man's fingers and then began to stop bleeding he'd shove his fingers further in. Fingers still in Quatre's back he slid the remainder of his body up Quatre's till he was sitting on his stomach, once there he ripped his finger out of Quatre's back and he harshly grabbed Quatre's face. Pushing hard against his lips, the taste of blood flowing into both of their mouths from the blow Quatre had received against the floor a while earlier and whispered lustfully, "You can be sure we'll be playing again, my sweet, I guarantee it'll be better next time. It'll be to die for. Later my sweet."
Next time those words hit Quatre like a dart. His attacker removed himself from the room quietly. Quatre laid there painstricken and bleeding, unable to move, he was still trembling. He heard footsteps in the hall coming towards the door and he slowly opened his eyes, his body sprawled on the floor. He heard Rashid and Abdule's voices as they got closer and closer.
"So Master Wufei didn't answer his phone?" Abdule asked.
"No, I couldn't get a hold of him." Rashid answered.
"You did get a hold of the others though, didn't you?"
"Yeah, they know"
"What do you think about Wufei?"
"I'm not sure what I think. Master Quatre would have a better idea of where he is than we do."
The door opened and Quatre caught glimpse of Rashid's face, "Master Quatre!" They both yelled running to his side. His back and mouth both bleeding, "Master Quatre, what happened?"
"Is Trowa okay?" Quatre uttered.
Abdule checked on him, "He's fine. What happened?"
"That's good. I'm glad." Quatre closed his eyes again wincing at the pain he felt.
"Abdule go get the nurse."
Abdule ran out of the room and down the hall.
"It's going to be fine Master Quatre. Everything is going to be fine."
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The door to he training hall opened with a small squeak bringing Wufei out of his meditating state. He moved his eyes to the right looking as much as he could without turning his head around. He had been training for this moment when he would face off with his attacker would come to take advantage of him; he wouldn't allow that to happen.
"Long time no see Wufei." A voice said from behind him.
He recognized that voice and turned, the figure behind him had on a black coat and the hood was covering their face. The figure slowly pulled off the hood, exposing their face.
Wufei's fist clinched, he couldn't believe who he saw, "Salley?"
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A/N Thanks to all that have reviewed. Hopefully you'll be just as pleased with this chapter. A special thanks (lol.I'm practicing for my Grammy!) to WufeiHuntress and Crimson Tears, you have been very complimentary and supportive along with all you others that have been reviewing! *Blows kisses* Thank you all!
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The figure stared at the gruesome sight, his friends body slightly disfigured blood pouring down his body forming a small pond under his feet, "Oh my god, Trowa!" Quatre rushed into the room Abdule and Rashid following.
"Trowa?" Quatre uttered. His friend didn't respond. "How could they do this to him?" Quatre asked taking a step closer, "We have to get him down." He turned when he didn't get an answer, his companions were not behind him, "Abdule, Rashid!" Quatre called.
"He's attacked to this Master Quatre!" Abdule hollered standing next to the scenery crank. Rashid emerged from the opposite direction quickly making his way towards Quatre.
"Lower him!" Rashid commanded standing at the younger mans feet. Tears flowed down Quatre's cheeks, "No, not Trowa, not Trowa!" Metal scratched against metal as Trowa's body lowered, Abdule using the scenery crank to lower his body. The ropes that were around Trowa's wrists were also tied to the hook you placed the background on; this was what caused him to be hoisted into the air an hour or so earlier.
A minute passed before Trowa's body was within Rashid's grasp. He waited throwing his arms out in front of him so he could easily catch Trowa. Trowa's limp figure fell perfectly into Rashid's awaiting arms. He waited for more rope to be lowered before sinking to his knees, clutching the boy. Quatre rushed to his side looking over his body more carefully. The burns that trailed his skin made Quatre flinch. There were cigarette ashes in Trowa's wrist and some more serious than the strips of burns that covered his arms and the trunk around the wound on Trowa's wrist. Shivers ran up Quatre's back at the thought of what his friend had gone through, what his friends had gone through, both Trowa and Duo. "Why would anyone want to hurt you this bad?" Quatre thought to himself, "Who could be that cruel? He said we'd all have our turn but whose next? What's his objective?" His thoughts were interrupted as Trowa heaved up a mouth full of blood, still unconscious. Trowa lay, barely breathing in Rashid's lap. His breath came in ragged gasps, he was alive but was too weak to open his eyes or cry out or speak. He had let unconsciousness take him awhile before. Rashid untied him from the hook that held the scenery drop-down.
Quatre administered direct help to his bleeding wrists. Carefully pulling out the tips that were embedded in Trowa's skin, Quatre pocketed them. The burns that trailed Trowa's skin made him flinch. Ripping his shirt he used the torn cloth to tie around his bloody wrist. He administered the same care and treatment to his other wrist. The pressure that was applied to his wrists caused a warm sticky liquid to ooze out of Trowa's skin from the poison. Quatre cringed at the sight. As soon as he had gotten his wrists tightly and securely bandaged he moved to Trowa's torn trunk. Gagging at the bloody mess beneath him.
"We'll take care of him in the car, Master Quatre. We need to get him to a hospital," Rashid said giving Quatre a reassuring smile, "he'll be alright." Quatre let go of Trowa's burning skin. Allowing Rashid to stand and quickly carry the beaten boy to Quatre's new limo. Due to Larry's broken leg Abdule and Rashid had been asked to drive Quatre around. Abdule, who was in the lead, opened the back passenger door for Rashid and Quatre. Quatre placed himself in the seat Rashid gently setting Trowa in his arms. Shutting the door he quickly hopped in next to Abdule.
Quatre felt the car beneath him speed away from the curb, the world outside his car a blur. He felt warm liquid cover his legs, as if on cue Rashid's voice filed the car.
"Master Quatre his back is bleeding pretty heavily, you might want to add some pressure to it."
Quatre used his purple vest to cover his friends' laceration that ran from his sternum to just above his bellybutton, applying as much pressure as he could. Oh god, what did they do to you? Quatre thought to himself. Goosebumps covered his friends' body. He released the pressure on his chest long enough to slide his pink sweater from his back. Wrapping it, as well as he could, over Trowa's body. Trying to help with how cold he was. By the feel of his skin you would never be able to tell that he was cold but the goose bumps would prove you wrong. Running his hands underneath the sweater he had put on his friends body he placed his hands back on the vest again applying as much pressure as he could trying to stop the bleeding. The bleeding had slowed immensely on both his wrists.
"Come on Trowa stay with me. You can't die on me, you can't. Just stay with me. Don't leave me, I don't want to be all alone. Please! Hold on, we're almost there. Don't give up!" Quatre pleaded with Trowa in his thoughts. "Please" His voice came out barely above a whisper, tears streaming down his face. Just then Abdule pulled up in front of the hospital. Trowa had paled substantially since they'd found him, his skin had almost no color to it, he somewhat resembled an albino, just a little whiter.
Taking Trowa from Quatre's arms Rashid rushed the bleeding boy to the main entrance, Quatre by his side and Abdule a few feet behind. The admittance nurse automatically calling over the loud speaker for a group of interns and a stretcher. As the four of them reached the desk a stretcher was being wheeled down the hall, getting closer and closer. Rashid rushing to meet them halfway, Quatre and Abdule following. Trowa was carefully removed from Rashids' grasp. The interns began immediate treatment, wheeling him away towards the elevator. Quatre and his two companions following. The admittance nurse stopped them.
"I'm sorry but you won't be able to follow, the police have been called and they're on their way, they'll need to ask you a few questions."
Quatre heard the woman's voice but couldn't make out what she was trying to say to him, he stared down the hallway at the elevator that had taken Trowa to a different location, wanting to follow.
"Master Quatre.Master Quatre!" Rashid's voice pulling him out of his trance he turned his head looking at them.
"Yes?" He asked weakly
"Well." Rashid began
"I was wondering if you would like a shirt and some hot tea to try to settle your nerves while you wait?" The nurse butted in.
"I want to be with Trowa" Quatre said honestly.
"I know you want to be with your friend but the most you can do to help him now is fill out these papers and honestly answer any if the officers questions, let us take care of your friend." She replied handing him a pile of paperwork. "I'll go get you a shirt."
"Thanks" he answered slumping into the waiting room chair, Abdule and Rashid on either side of him. Quatre blankly stared at the sheet of paper in front of him.
The nurse exited and then reentered a minute later carrying a violet shirt in on e hand and a cup of tea in the other.
"You should already have this information on file ma'am." Quatre whispered as she handed him the shirt and tea.
"Oh, what's the patients name? " She asked politely.
"Trowa..Trowa Barton." He uttered tears again filling his eyes.
"I'll check that out for you." She replied.
Abdule put his hand on Quatre's back supportively. The shirt rest in Quatre's lap, untouched. His elbows were rested on his knees, his cup of tea held so tightly in his hands they turned white. His forehead rested on his hands that surrounded the cup he was grasping, his eyes closed. He was trying to control his sobs. Just then the police entered through the main office strutting over to the admittance desk. The nurse had a brief interview with the, before showing them to Quatre and the others. Quatre felt their presence before they even spoke, he drew in a breath. If only I had arrived a bit sooner.I might have been able to save Trowa from some of that torture.I might have been able to.to.
The officers' voice disturbed his thoughts, "Hello. I am Officer Brown and this is Officer Muller," he said pointing to the stout man to his right, "and this is Officer Rose." He said pointing to the other man. "We know what you're going through must be tough but we need to as you a few questions."
You have no idea what we're going through, Quatre thought to himself, your friends aren't being brutally attacked, you don't have two friends that almost died, a vicious psycho trying to attack you and all of your friends in the most brutal ways possible, you don't know what it's like to find your best friend hanging from a scenery drop with cuts, burns, and whip marks all over his body, you don't know what that's like! He felt like screaming all this at the man in front of him but couldn't find the strength too. All he wanted was to get this over with so he could see Trowa.
Rashid stood from the couch, "Trowa will be fine," he managed a faint smile at Quatre, following the man Officer Brown had introduced as Officer Rose. Abdule was asked to follow Officer Muller. Regaining control and managing to stop sobbing Quatre looked at the man that stood in front of him. Tears still streamed his face. The officer took a seat next to him looking at the rumpled shirt that was thrown in his lap.
"How about you use the restroom to throw that shirt on and regain your composure and I'll meet you in that back room." He said pointing to the small room next to the admittance desk.
Quatre managed a small smile, "Thanks."
The officer nodded rising from his chair and crossing the room. Quatre rose to his fee slowly making his way towards to restroom door. Once inside he stared at this ghostly reflection in the mirror. He was unnerved; worrying about Trowa had taken most of his strength. He hadn't realized just how tired he was until then, not to mention how sick he felt. Quatre slowly slipped the shirt over his head sticking his arms in the arm slots. His mind drowning in thoughts, If you had gotten there sooner you might have been able to spare him from some of that torture but no you spent the entire day thinking about how much your chest hurt and throwing up, just cause you can't handle any pain. He slammed his fist into the mirror. The image of Trowa hanging in that cold dark room beaten and bleeding flowing through his mind. He was close to hyperventilating, he could tell, his breath came in ragged gasps. He could very well be to blame if Trowa died; he couldn't deal with that. His stomach rose to his throat and he whirled around grabbing the garbage can next to sink on the floor, his chest burst with pain. He sunk to his knees. The contents from his stomach emptying into the trash. He continued heaving even when there wasn't anything else for him to heave. His body shook as he tried to regain control of his breathing; it was slowly slowing down to its normal rate.
He sat on the floor for several minutes, too weak to pick himself up. After regaining his composure and gaining the strength to stand he shakily got to his feet, using the counter surrounding the sink for support. He took a deep breath, splashing his face with cold water. Turning towards the door he quickly exited trying his best to egnore the rising pain in his chest.
Slowly he entered the small room feeling more than a little off balance.
"Please have a seat," Quatre sat in the chair across from Officer Brown. "You're name is Quatre Winner isn't it?"
Quatre nodded.
"You were also in here for two weeks and were just released this morning, if I'm not mistaken."
Quatre nodded again.
"Your friend Trowa was also here about two weeks ago, is that correct?"
Quatre swallowed hard, "yes."
"Same as your friend Duo who hit you guys after he'd been brutally attacked."
Quatre fought back tears but let them fall remembering Trowa's words how sad.a person that can't cry that's what Trowa had told him. "Yes"
"How are you feeling psychically?"
"I'm alright, thanks"
"That's good. Are you aware that the five files that are missing belong to you and your friends Trowa, Duo, Heero, and Wufei?"
Blank eyes stared back at the officer, unsure if he could swallow what he heard, "you're kidding right?"
Officer Brown continued, "The three rooms that were vandalized were the rooms you guys were in a year or so ago. To begin with we weren't sure if there was any connection but through the events that have occurred we're starting to believe that there might be a connection. You're initials were also spray painted all over the walls, QW, HY, WC, TB, and DM. We were not sure what to make of the other things that were written in those rooms but we'll figure it out. So I'm going to have to ask you a few questions."
Quatre felt his stomach rising to his throat again. Swallowing hard his stomach replaced itself where it should be, tears streaming down his face, "What do you want to know?" He asked through muffled tears.
"What exactly happened today?"
Quatre swallowed, he wished the man wouldn't make him remember and repeat out loud his weakness, "I was released this morning around 10:30 and my friend Duo drove me home. I spent most of the day sleeping. Duo called me as soon as he had gotten home, so I'd know, Rashid, one of the men that was with me in the waiting room, asked me later that day if I'd like to go see my friend Trowa practice for his act tomorrow, he'd known I'd wanted to. So I agreed and when we got there he wasn't out there on the platform it was.it was just covered in blood, then we found him.we found him hanging in the storage closet." His stomach rose to his throat again and he couldn't contain it. He grabbed the garbage can sitting next to Officer Brown's desk. Lowering his trunk as close as he could to his thighs. The only thing that made it's way up Quatre's throat however was bile. Shaking he dry heaved again, nothing coming up this time. Just as he finally thought he had gotten it contained he threw up the lining of his stomach, blood filling the trashcan he held limply in the hands that were wrapped tightly around his knees.
Officer Brown crossed the short distance between them, Quatre still heaving, he placed his hand on Quatre's shoulder, "Are you alright kid? Maybe you should have the nurse examine you again," he lifted his hand from where it lay on Quatre's shoulder and put it against his forehead, "you feel hot to kid."
"I'm fine," he replied, his heaving coming to a stop. He looked up wiping the blood from his lips; "I'm fine really. When will I be able to see Trowa?"
"You should be able to see him tonight but I'm not sure kid." He went back to sitting behind his desk, "Now is there anything else you'd like to tell me? Did anything seem suspicious or out of place?"
"Catherine."
"Who?"
"Trowa's partner Catherine wasn't there. She should have been there, they're both performing the act."
"You never saw her? Was there any evidence that she'd been there?"
"Catherine didn't do it, if that's what you're trying to say. You have to go look for her, she could be.she could be." Quatre thought of what he'd have to tell Trowa if she was missing and how Trowa would look. A single tear ran down his cheek.
"I have a few men over there right now. I'll give them a call and tell them to keep their eyes peeled."
"What happens if they don't?" Quatre asked.
"Then we'll have to put out a search warrant for her, but let's hope it doesn't come to that." Officer Brown replied picking up the phone a dialing a number. "I'll let you know what I find out, take it easy for a while. Your wounds are not completely healed yet and you're not fully recovered. Plus you shouldn't be throwing up blood, have the nurse look at you again." He commanded.
Quatre not feeling like arguing nodded and exited the quiet room in to the noisy waiting room. Abdule and Rashid were no where in sight. He quickly took a seat in front of the admittance desk.
"How's Trowa doing?" He asked as the lady that had stopped him earlier put down the phone.
"I'm unsure. The last time I heard they were cleaning out his laceration, they were going to try and stitch it, he'll definitely have to have at least seventy-five stitches, maybe more."
"Has he been awake at all?" Quatre asked.
"Yeah he woke up when they were numbing his arm to clean it out, there was something in the numbing solution that caused him to have an allergic reaction and the pain from it brought him back. Since then, as far as I know, he's had an allergic reaction to every pain killer they've given him but he hasn't woken up from any of the others."
"He's never had an allergic reaction to pain killers before."
"Sometimes it takes a while." The nurse replied.
"Could the allergic reaction he's having be brought on by the poison that was injected into his system?"
"Well." she was cut off as her walky talky went off.
"Amy.Amy can we get those numbing pills? He's having another allergic reaction."
"I thought you tried a different one?"
"We did, we need that medication soon, hurry."
"I'll be there in a minute." She said looking at Quatre as she grabbed a pill bottle from the desk drawer, "I'll mention what you said to Dr. Hibiki."
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(Enter Trowa)
"Ugh." Trowa uttered in his sleep. He knew he wasn't awake but he was still thinking and he could hear himself think it was something he'd always been able to do. He cringed as his body jolted again as a result of the medication. Wincing as the interns around him again pumped his stomach. They had had to pump his chest over four times, once when he first arrived and then several other times to get the old medication out of his system that he'd had a reaction to so that they could inject him with new medicine. He felt strong hands push down on his chest, the tube in his throat scratching it.
Stay with us! That's all he had heard, but he didn't want to. He wanted to give up. Let everything end. There was only one thing keeping him form doing that and that was Quatre. He meant the world to Trowa. He tried to erase the pain he felt as the doctors around him injected him with needles, pumped his chest, and shoved tubes down his throat. They were unaware that he felt everything they were doing to him. He could hardly bare it. His breaths came out ragged and the tube didn't help much. His heart pounded against his ribs, wanting to escape.
Quatre I hope you never have to go through this. Was this how it was for you? Quatre."Ahhhh!"
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(Back to Quatre)
Quatre sunk into a chair. His hands on either side of his face and his elbows resting on his knees. Tears streamed of the sides of his cheeks creating little dark circles on his cackies. Abdule exited the room that he was in and the officer that had questioned him followed then openly let himself into Officer Brown's office. Rashid appeared a few moments later. They both made a point to sit on either side of him. Amy returned an hour later.
"How's he doing?" Quatre asked.
"Well he had an allergic reaction, like you said, because of the poison. We got that all pumped out of his system or we think we got all of it an done we did we gave him some pain killers and he was fine."
"So you had to take all the poison out without pain killers?"
"Yeah, he would have been in more pain if we'd have given him them. He's asleep now."
Quatre pondered that for a minute, he wasn't happy about Trowa not having any pain killers but he was relieved that he was now sleeping, " That's good he's asleep. Can I go see him?"
"Are you sure you're up to it, Master Quatre?" Abdule asked looking at the nurse.
Quatre nodded.
"Yeah he's in room 127. Visiting hours are over in an hour."
Quatre nodded and practically ran to the elevator where him and his two companions boarded. When they arrived on his floor they silently walked to Trowa's room. Quatre took a deep breath before entering. Trowa was connected to an iv that was giving him fluids in his right forearm and one that was giving him blood in his other forearm since they couldn't place it in his mangled wrists. He also had a tube in his throat. They had stitched his wrists and midsection. Hatred filled Quatre's heart and he took a seat in the empty chair next to Trowa's bed.
"Hi Trowa." Quatre muttered. "I'm sorry I wasn't with you through all this but we're gonna get through this, you me, everyone. We're all gonna get through it." He grabbed his friends' hand and held it gently, "It'll be okay Trowa."
Rashid put his hand on Quatre's shoulder, "Master Quatre."
Quatre cut him off, "Rashid could you guys please leave? I'd like sometime alone with him. Plus Heero and the others need to know what has been going on."
"I don't know Master Quatre, you shouldn't be alone."
"Please?" Quatre's head hung low his hands still embracing Trowa's, he was crying.
"Alright Master Quatre, but only for a little bit, we'll go call them."
"Thanks," Quatre replied somewhat smiling.
Abdule and Rashid exited, leaving Quatre with Trowa.
"How could anyone do this to you? To anyone?" Quatre whispered placing his free hand on Trowa's cheek. He was very pale and cold to the touch. His heart monitor kept bouncing between seventy-six and seventy-seven, every once and a while slipping down to seventy-five.
"When you get better we'll all take a trip just like we'd planned, we'll go to France."
Pain showed on Trowa's face, it had since he'd entered.
"I know this is painful but we'll get through this together." Quatre leaned his head against the metal rail on Trowa's bed. Just then he heard the door open. He sighed heavily, still holding Trowa's hand. "Rashid can't I have a few more minutes alone with him, you've only been gone ten." When he got no answer he lifted his head from the rail preparing to look at the door when he was violently knocked to the floor, the knees of the person attacking him digging into his back.
"Its time to play Quatre, its time to play. The good thing for you is I'm just playing, for now, cause see if you came next in my little attacking plan it would ruin it! Plus I wanna really see you suffer, you know what I mean." Seductively the man licked his lips. "It has been a pleasure watching you tonight. I mean with the whole throwing up in the bathroom and then later in that police officers office. That was good my friend but not good enough my friend."
Quatre felt the man shift his weight so it would be easier for him to dig through his coat pockets to pull something out. "If you want me than why did you get my friends involved," there was anger in his voice, "Why attack them if you were after me?" He tired to push himself from the floor to where he'd knock the guy on his back off, no such luck.
The man knocked him back down making him hit his jaw painfully on the linoleum, blood spurting out of his mouth. The man dug his knees deeper into Quatre's back, chuckling.
"You're not very intelligent are you?" Quatre asked.
"What?" The guy growled in his ear
"Attacking someone in the hospital, a hospital with video cameras, good job."
The man laughed, "Too bad the wires are cut and the security officers' dead, huh?" he laughed again covering his mouth and brought the dull blade forcefully across his skin, scraping off the skin and leaving just a trail of blood on the remaining skin. His assaulters knee was slowly removed from the small of his back but the man's hand still held Quatre's shoulders painfully against the floor, his dagger in hand.
Quatre could see it clearly out of the corner of his eye. Its blade was jagged like a lighting bolt and about ten inches in length. It looked as if the blade had never been used it was unspoiled. His attacker held the hilt in a death grip. What he could see of it disturbed him. Next thing he knew he was lying on his back, his blood soaking the floor beneath him, he was staring into a replica of Trowa's mask. However the difference in this one was it covered his entire face and the eyeholes were popped out so that he could see through them. Those eyes were also not like Trowa's they weren't the emerald jewels Quatre like staring into.
"What? Trowa?" Quatre whispered confused.
The man on top of him laughed flipping the blade to where he held the blade in his hands and the hilt pointed at him. He ran it across Quatre's cheeks. It was crimson with little carved in blood spots along with various torture items. There were two crying faces also engraved on it. Both in which resembled his two comrades that had been attacked. The torture items engraved on it were a whip, a crowbar, a glass bottle, rope, a dagger, and cigarettes. Quatre cringed as he made the connection. "You sick bastard."
The man again positioned himself this time his legs were on either side of Quatre's hips and he held Quatre's hands above his head with one hand. He kissed Quatre's neck, and slipped his dagger into his coat. After that he slid his hand easily up Quatre's shirt, rubbing his chest. Quatre's blood went cold at the gestures. He shivered and began to tremble holding back tears. He deserved this; all the others had gone through much worse, way more pain. The man's hand then moved from his chest to his pants, his other hand still holding both his hands above his head. His lips moving from his neck to his lips pressing hard against Quatre's while he slipped his hand under Quatre's pants and boxers and began pumping his member.
Quatre squirmed underneath him not wanting this. He flinched as the man squeezed his member then slid his hand out of his pants and over Quatre's side till it was underneath his back. Once there he slipped his fingers into Quatre's cuts, taking his time. When blood covered the man's fingers and then began to stop bleeding he'd shove his fingers further in. Fingers still in Quatre's back he slid the remainder of his body up Quatre's till he was sitting on his stomach, once there he ripped his finger out of Quatre's back and he harshly grabbed Quatre's face. Pushing hard against his lips, the taste of blood flowing into both of their mouths from the blow Quatre had received against the floor a while earlier and whispered lustfully, "You can be sure we'll be playing again, my sweet, I guarantee it'll be better next time. It'll be to die for. Later my sweet."
Next time those words hit Quatre like a dart. His attacker removed himself from the room quietly. Quatre laid there painstricken and bleeding, unable to move, he was still trembling. He heard footsteps in the hall coming towards the door and he slowly opened his eyes, his body sprawled on the floor. He heard Rashid and Abdule's voices as they got closer and closer.
"So Master Wufei didn't answer his phone?" Abdule asked.
"No, I couldn't get a hold of him." Rashid answered.
"You did get a hold of the others though, didn't you?"
"Yeah, they know"
"What do you think about Wufei?"
"I'm not sure what I think. Master Quatre would have a better idea of where he is than we do."
The door opened and Quatre caught glimpse of Rashid's face, "Master Quatre!" They both yelled running to his side. His back and mouth both bleeding, "Master Quatre, what happened?"
"Is Trowa okay?" Quatre uttered.
Abdule checked on him, "He's fine. What happened?"
"That's good. I'm glad." Quatre closed his eyes again wincing at the pain he felt.
"Abdule go get the nurse."
Abdule ran out of the room and down the hall.
"It's going to be fine Master Quatre. Everything is going to be fine."
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The door to he training hall opened with a small squeak bringing Wufei out of his meditating state. He moved his eyes to the right looking as much as he could without turning his head around. He had been training for this moment when he would face off with his attacker would come to take advantage of him; he wouldn't allow that to happen.
"Long time no see Wufei." A voice said from behind him.
He recognized that voice and turned, the figure behind him had on a black coat and the hood was covering their face. The figure slowly pulled off the hood, exposing their face.
Wufei's fist clinched, he couldn't believe who he saw, "Salley?"
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