AN Yeah me! Another chapter. I nearly forgot to post it today, but I couldn't leave you guys hanging
like that. Only one scene today. A continuation of the last one, actually. Heero in action! Yeah! It
was quite hard to write that little sequens and I hope my want for detail didn't destroy the speed
that is usual in such a scene. Ah, well, on with the story.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Under Pressure
Chapter 10
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Suddenly the ground shook as an earsplitting roar breached through the silent air. He blinked
and wondered what he was doing on the ground. He worked himself up on his knees and gasped.
There in front of him was the royal palace of the Cinq kingdom. A large grey plume of smoke
rose from where the explosion had demolished what looked like a whole wing of the building.
No. No, Relena. "Relena!" He didn't even realized he was shouting her name. He struggled back
to his feet and took one step towards the ruins.
"No, Heero, it's too dangerous. There's nothing you can do."
He wanted to hit Wufei for his words. Of course there was something he could do. He could save
Relena. She wasn't dead. She was just lost in the wreckage. He had to get her out.
He took another step in the direction of the palace and felt four arms circling his chest and
waist, hindering him to get any further.
Didn't those fools understand? He had to get there. He had to! He fought against the hold on
him. "Let me go! Fools, let me go!" His elbow connected with something and he felt the hold loosen.
He took his chance and pulled free. One tug on his coat and then he was running, leaving a worried
Sally to watch over Wufei who was gasping for breath. Heero's elbow had hit him in the chest.
Heero covered the distance as fast as he could. He tore up the steps to the front door and
yanked it open. Smoke billowed out and he covered his face. There were no flames though. The smoke
had to come from somewhere else in the palace.
The terrorists most have decided that blowing that part of the palace in which Relena lived and
worked was enough for their mission.
He ran through the entrance hall. The dense smoke made it difficult to breath. His lungs labored
for the needed oxygen and he coughed.
For a fleeting second his vision blackened as he remembered his illness. Panic seized him and he
had trouble reorientating himself. Being sick had been the worst thing that had ever happened to him. He
feared this smoke that caused the same symptoms.
He mentally slapped himself. Relena. He had to find her. Where was she? Her office. The southern
wing. The wing that was burning.
Suddenly Heero realized his efforts were futile. If Relena had been in her office when the bomb
went off, she was dead. He could already see the gaping hole in the wall of the hall where the stairs and
elevator shaft to the southern wing had been.
Not caring about the fire spreading around him he sank to his knees. It was over, all over. Relena
was gone and it was his fault. He should have been sterner. He should have warned the Preventers anyway,
no matter what Wufei said. He should have stayed with Relena. He should have protected her. He had
promised
He had promised.
And now he had broken that promise. He had run away from her after some stupid trace that
Preventers had already been on. Wufei could have handled that perfectly fine on his own. But Heero
had been too afraid of what Relena stirred inside of him, that he had only thought about himself.
And he had run away to leave Relena to be butchered by whatever idiots had decided to form an anti-
peace rebellion.
His eyes fell on a clock hanging from the wall. The glass was cracked, but it was still running.
It was a quarter past seven.
The fact slowly registered in his mind. A quarter past seven in the morning.
Relena ate her breakfast at seven in the kitchen. Always.
He hardly dared to breath. Perhaps there was still hope. The kitchen bordered the entrance hall
on the west side. Perhaps it had not been blown away.
He clambered back on his feet and started running. Within a minute he run through the open kitchen
door, hiding his face behind his sleeve to protect him from the smoke and flames. Only his eyes were
visible, searching left and right.
Oh God, please, let her be here. Let her be here!
The table had been thrown against the wall and had caught fire. The chairs were also steadily
consumed by the flames. Cupboards were opened or had simply collapsed, littering plates and pans over
the floor. He didn't bother trying to avoid the utensils scattered all over. Then his eye caught
something.
Behind the upturned fridge he saw the slip of a skirt or dress. His throat constricted as he ran
to it.
It was Relena.
She lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, covered in dust and soot. Flames were nearing her
dangerously close. Blood smeared her face and made her blouse stick to her back. It looked like she
had been thrown against the wall and then been hit by something else.
Heero pressed a trembling hand against the side of her neck and waited. He didn't care the fire
was closing in on him, he had to receive some token of life from her.
There it was. A flicker of a heartbeat. And then another. They were barely noticeable, but they
were there. Her heart was beating.
He inhaled sharply as relief flooded him and was immediately punished as smoke entered his lungs,
making him cough uncontrollably. He carefully lifted her limp form in his arms and made his way to the
exit. Luckily the entrance hall was still pretty much free of flames in the middle. Tiles didn't catch
fire. He made it to the door safely and carried the unconscious minister outside.
The pale sunlight was a strange contrast with the aggressive yellow and red from the flames
within the palace.
Heero wondered fleetingly why the fire department hadn't reacted to the explosion yet. Then
he realized it had only been ten minutes since.
Ten minutes.
Ten minutes ago Relena, always so bright and lively, even when she was dead tired, had been
turned into this pale creature on the verge of life and death. It wasn't fair.
But he would reach Sally soon. She could look at Relena, treat her, and save her life. He only
had to reach the runway.
His legs were burning. He had been running most of the time and the smoke he had inhaled didn't
do much good either. He only looked at Relena and the ground in front of him. He kept making sure she
was still alive. He had to. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if she died in his arms.
He cleared the gates to the runway and froze.
The plane was gone.
Numbness took him. He nearly dropped Relena out of shock. 'How could they? They knew I would
return with her. I can do anything and they know it. They said it often enough themselves. Where are
they?' He squeezed his eyes shut and remained like that for a few moments, hoping this was all a
nightmare and that he would wake to find himself in bed with nothing to worry about.
He chanced another look at the deserted runway. The sun glittered coldly on the asphalt, pointing
out the emptiness. This couldn't be. This just couldn't be.
For the first time in his life Heero experienced a sickeningly dark emotion called despair.
He was alone on a empty runway with a palace burning down behind him and a bleeding woman in his
arms and there was no chance he could get help.
Stiffly he walked to where he had last been with Sally and Wufei. He winced as he remembered how
his elbow had made contact with what he suspected to be Wufei's chest. Had the Chinese man become so mad
about that, he had left? No, Heero refused to believe that. Wufei was strange, but he would never leave
someone in such a precarious situation. And Sally certainly wouldn't let him.
He stared at the ground, at first not registering what he saw. Then he realized what those red
spots had to be. A few pieces of fabrics sticking in them told him the tale.
Wufei and Sally had been taken by force. And whoever had done it, had taken the plane as well,
leaving Heero with no way to go. It would take far too much time to go to the city, but it was the only
option he had. He just hoped Relena could hold on for long enough.
But first he needed to make sure she would be warm.
He looked around. There was no way he could go back to the palace. The only part of it not
burning was the northern wing and that was too far away from him to reach in time before the flames
did. But perhaps the stables were still standing. They were at a safe distance from the palace.
He knew Relena enjoyed horse riding. He had seen that the time they had attended school together
at St Michael's. Perhaps a few rough blankets were there. With a little spark of hope he took his load
there. Perhaps he could even ride a horse down to the city. It would be easier and faster and more
comfortable. His arms were growing weary.
He pushed open the stable doors with his shoulder and for a moment the black pit loomed
threateningly. The horses were gone.
But there were some blankets left. Coarse wool, meant to lay on a horses back, but they would
keep Relena warm and she needed that. He swathed her in two of them and tied a third on his back. He
picked his bundle up and walked out of the door.
A gunshot croaked.
Heero jumped back inside. Shit, they're still here! Suddenly the two cars he had seen, popped
back in his mind. Stupid, stupid, stupid. A jeep and a van were the perfect transport for a team of
assassins. Half of the team must have taken Wufei Sally.
He looked at Relena's pale face. She needed help, faster than he could get her. But those morons
outside wanted to keep her from it.
He had been careless. He should have paid more attention to his surroundings. He huddled Relena
close to him. How was he ever going to bring her to safety? The road to the city was blocked. He was
trapped inside the stables with no means of transportation. And he had some trigger-loving idiots aiming
for him.
He had to get rid of them. He had to break his promise.
"I'm sorry, Relena," he whispered. "But in order to get you out of here, I have no choice but
to kill again."
He gently laid the wounded girl on the straw and reached for his weapons. He was still in the
get-up he had worn when they had been spying in Canada. He pulled out his guns and pulled the safety
catch. The familiar dry click was heard.
Carefully he glanced around the doorframe to take in his situation. Both the van and the jeep
were parked on the runway. The must have driven up to the stables the moment he had disappeared inside.
Six people stood with their guns aiming for the stable.
Heero took aim and fired. One man collapsed. A clean shot in the head had taken him out. Heero
winced as his first kill in over five years hit the ground with a thud. The remaining five retreated to
the safety of their vehicles.
"Come out, 01," one of the men shouted.
Heero cursed. Great, they knew who he was. That meant they wouldn't likely underestimate him. He
didn't take the trouble of answering the men. He just looked around frantically for another way out.
"Come out, or we'll torch the place."
Oh, that would really be beneficial for his current position. With all the hay stacked here, the
stable would catch fire faster than he could shoot a mobile doll with his Gundam. He fired a few random
bullets in the general direction of the two cars.
"You have no place to go, 01. Even if you do manage to escape us, we have two teams waiting
downhill for you and the little miss vice foreign minister."
So they also knew Relena was still alive. They must have seen him carry her here. But maybe the
team downhill didn't know. He glanced at her unconscious form. He had to get her out. But how?
"Give it up, 01."
Heero fired another few random shots around the door. He had to take them all out, but then he
would have to leave Relena alone. Which meant he had to work really fast.
First he took Relena a little deeper in the stable. She had to be safe from random bullets. He
reloaded his guns and checked his knives. His finger trailed Relena's cheek.
'I killed one man today.' He had broken his promise. 'And I will kill five more.' He had no
choice if he wanted to save the life of the woman he had promised not to kill anymore. 'I'm sorry,
Relena. I have no choice.' He took both guns firmly in his hands, index finger poised at the trigger.
'I'm sorry.'
He silently moved back to his place next to the door. One more time he took in the sight before
him. The sun came from his left. He had to turn then, so his enemy would have the sunlight in their face.
The one hiding behind the left car door of the jeep had the most awkward position. From there on he just
had to work his way behind the jeep and then the van. It wouldn't take him very long.
He pushed of from the wall and jumped outside, ignoring the surprised shouts and bullets that
were vaguely directed to him. He ran a bit towards the sun to circle around the jeep and come up behind
it. His first shot found the heart. His next took out the dead man's partner. Then he swerved around
and ducked between the jeep's headlights.
The three behind the van had quickly recovered and were now taking aim. Bullets dented the black
car and shattered the windscreen. Tiny shards of glass rained on his back. He waited patiently for an
opportunity to present itself.
He peeked around te jeep and quickly pulled his head back, when another bullet hit the car too
close for comfort. He had seen enough, though. If he ran along the left side of the jeep he could get
on the left side of the van. From there on he could jump over the van and shoot the three people hiding
against the right side.
He inhaled sharply and pushed off from the bumper. Bullets followed him as he ran. His back
slammed against the van and he jumped a little to the side so the wheel protected his feet.
He needed a free hand to give him the extra push he needed to get over the roof of the van.
Reluctantly he placed the gun in his left hand in its holster on his left thigh. He shifted his weight
to his left foot and moved his right slightly forward. Without hesitation he jumped, rotating his body
in mid jump. His left hand reached for the roof of the van. He hit it right on the spot. The extra jolt
was just what he needed to cartwheel himself over the top. As his left hand released the roof he
immediately reached for his second gun. With the first he took aim and shot the first of the three men.
The bullet from his other gun took out the second and the moment he hit the ground, the third man died.
The effort had not even quickened his breathing, but his chest felt strangely constricted. The
deaths of those six weighed him down. He holstered his guns and walked back to the stable. When he
reached out to pick up Relena, he froze and looked at his hands. It was with those hands that he had
just killed. And with those hands he had to touch the embodiment of peace.
He didn't have a choice though. He carefully lifted her in his arms, checking if she was alright.
Her condition hadn't changed.
Where to go? He couldn't go to town. He didn't downright believe what those men had said, but he
didn't doubt that it could be true. He couldn't risk it. So there was no other option left but to head
for the forest. But then he wouldn't be able to use one of those cars. The forest was too dense for that.
But it was his sonly option. Once they were a safe distance away, he would look at Relena's injuries.
He shifted her weight a little in his arms, so it would be easier to reach his gun, if it became
necessary. Then he glanced around the door. All that was in sight were the two cars and the six dead bodies.
He didn't take any chances and bolted out. Within one minute he was under the protection of the trees.
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AN I hope you all understand why Heero didn't take the car. The only escape route that was left, didn't
allow carrides. Well, that's not true. I just wanted Heero traipsing through the woods with Relena in
his arms. Don't we all. The HeeroxRelena fans, that is. Anyways, please review?
like that. Only one scene today. A continuation of the last one, actually. Heero in action! Yeah! It
was quite hard to write that little sequens and I hope my want for detail didn't destroy the speed
that is usual in such a scene. Ah, well, on with the story.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Under Pressure
Chapter 10
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Suddenly the ground shook as an earsplitting roar breached through the silent air. He blinked
and wondered what he was doing on the ground. He worked himself up on his knees and gasped.
There in front of him was the royal palace of the Cinq kingdom. A large grey plume of smoke
rose from where the explosion had demolished what looked like a whole wing of the building.
No. No, Relena. "Relena!" He didn't even realized he was shouting her name. He struggled back
to his feet and took one step towards the ruins.
"No, Heero, it's too dangerous. There's nothing you can do."
He wanted to hit Wufei for his words. Of course there was something he could do. He could save
Relena. She wasn't dead. She was just lost in the wreckage. He had to get her out.
He took another step in the direction of the palace and felt four arms circling his chest and
waist, hindering him to get any further.
Didn't those fools understand? He had to get there. He had to! He fought against the hold on
him. "Let me go! Fools, let me go!" His elbow connected with something and he felt the hold loosen.
He took his chance and pulled free. One tug on his coat and then he was running, leaving a worried
Sally to watch over Wufei who was gasping for breath. Heero's elbow had hit him in the chest.
Heero covered the distance as fast as he could. He tore up the steps to the front door and
yanked it open. Smoke billowed out and he covered his face. There were no flames though. The smoke
had to come from somewhere else in the palace.
The terrorists most have decided that blowing that part of the palace in which Relena lived and
worked was enough for their mission.
He ran through the entrance hall. The dense smoke made it difficult to breath. His lungs labored
for the needed oxygen and he coughed.
For a fleeting second his vision blackened as he remembered his illness. Panic seized him and he
had trouble reorientating himself. Being sick had been the worst thing that had ever happened to him. He
feared this smoke that caused the same symptoms.
He mentally slapped himself. Relena. He had to find her. Where was she? Her office. The southern
wing. The wing that was burning.
Suddenly Heero realized his efforts were futile. If Relena had been in her office when the bomb
went off, she was dead. He could already see the gaping hole in the wall of the hall where the stairs and
elevator shaft to the southern wing had been.
Not caring about the fire spreading around him he sank to his knees. It was over, all over. Relena
was gone and it was his fault. He should have been sterner. He should have warned the Preventers anyway,
no matter what Wufei said. He should have stayed with Relena. He should have protected her. He had
promised
He had promised.
And now he had broken that promise. He had run away from her after some stupid trace that
Preventers had already been on. Wufei could have handled that perfectly fine on his own. But Heero
had been too afraid of what Relena stirred inside of him, that he had only thought about himself.
And he had run away to leave Relena to be butchered by whatever idiots had decided to form an anti-
peace rebellion.
His eyes fell on a clock hanging from the wall. The glass was cracked, but it was still running.
It was a quarter past seven.
The fact slowly registered in his mind. A quarter past seven in the morning.
Relena ate her breakfast at seven in the kitchen. Always.
He hardly dared to breath. Perhaps there was still hope. The kitchen bordered the entrance hall
on the west side. Perhaps it had not been blown away.
He clambered back on his feet and started running. Within a minute he run through the open kitchen
door, hiding his face behind his sleeve to protect him from the smoke and flames. Only his eyes were
visible, searching left and right.
Oh God, please, let her be here. Let her be here!
The table had been thrown against the wall and had caught fire. The chairs were also steadily
consumed by the flames. Cupboards were opened or had simply collapsed, littering plates and pans over
the floor. He didn't bother trying to avoid the utensils scattered all over. Then his eye caught
something.
Behind the upturned fridge he saw the slip of a skirt or dress. His throat constricted as he ran
to it.
It was Relena.
She lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, covered in dust and soot. Flames were nearing her
dangerously close. Blood smeared her face and made her blouse stick to her back. It looked like she
had been thrown against the wall and then been hit by something else.
Heero pressed a trembling hand against the side of her neck and waited. He didn't care the fire
was closing in on him, he had to receive some token of life from her.
There it was. A flicker of a heartbeat. And then another. They were barely noticeable, but they
were there. Her heart was beating.
He inhaled sharply as relief flooded him and was immediately punished as smoke entered his lungs,
making him cough uncontrollably. He carefully lifted her limp form in his arms and made his way to the
exit. Luckily the entrance hall was still pretty much free of flames in the middle. Tiles didn't catch
fire. He made it to the door safely and carried the unconscious minister outside.
The pale sunlight was a strange contrast with the aggressive yellow and red from the flames
within the palace.
Heero wondered fleetingly why the fire department hadn't reacted to the explosion yet. Then
he realized it had only been ten minutes since.
Ten minutes.
Ten minutes ago Relena, always so bright and lively, even when she was dead tired, had been
turned into this pale creature on the verge of life and death. It wasn't fair.
But he would reach Sally soon. She could look at Relena, treat her, and save her life. He only
had to reach the runway.
His legs were burning. He had been running most of the time and the smoke he had inhaled didn't
do much good either. He only looked at Relena and the ground in front of him. He kept making sure she
was still alive. He had to. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if she died in his arms.
He cleared the gates to the runway and froze.
The plane was gone.
Numbness took him. He nearly dropped Relena out of shock. 'How could they? They knew I would
return with her. I can do anything and they know it. They said it often enough themselves. Where are
they?' He squeezed his eyes shut and remained like that for a few moments, hoping this was all a
nightmare and that he would wake to find himself in bed with nothing to worry about.
He chanced another look at the deserted runway. The sun glittered coldly on the asphalt, pointing
out the emptiness. This couldn't be. This just couldn't be.
For the first time in his life Heero experienced a sickeningly dark emotion called despair.
He was alone on a empty runway with a palace burning down behind him and a bleeding woman in his
arms and there was no chance he could get help.
Stiffly he walked to where he had last been with Sally and Wufei. He winced as he remembered how
his elbow had made contact with what he suspected to be Wufei's chest. Had the Chinese man become so mad
about that, he had left? No, Heero refused to believe that. Wufei was strange, but he would never leave
someone in such a precarious situation. And Sally certainly wouldn't let him.
He stared at the ground, at first not registering what he saw. Then he realized what those red
spots had to be. A few pieces of fabrics sticking in them told him the tale.
Wufei and Sally had been taken by force. And whoever had done it, had taken the plane as well,
leaving Heero with no way to go. It would take far too much time to go to the city, but it was the only
option he had. He just hoped Relena could hold on for long enough.
But first he needed to make sure she would be warm.
He looked around. There was no way he could go back to the palace. The only part of it not
burning was the northern wing and that was too far away from him to reach in time before the flames
did. But perhaps the stables were still standing. They were at a safe distance from the palace.
He knew Relena enjoyed horse riding. He had seen that the time they had attended school together
at St Michael's. Perhaps a few rough blankets were there. With a little spark of hope he took his load
there. Perhaps he could even ride a horse down to the city. It would be easier and faster and more
comfortable. His arms were growing weary.
He pushed open the stable doors with his shoulder and for a moment the black pit loomed
threateningly. The horses were gone.
But there were some blankets left. Coarse wool, meant to lay on a horses back, but they would
keep Relena warm and she needed that. He swathed her in two of them and tied a third on his back. He
picked his bundle up and walked out of the door.
A gunshot croaked.
Heero jumped back inside. Shit, they're still here! Suddenly the two cars he had seen, popped
back in his mind. Stupid, stupid, stupid. A jeep and a van were the perfect transport for a team of
assassins. Half of the team must have taken Wufei Sally.
He looked at Relena's pale face. She needed help, faster than he could get her. But those morons
outside wanted to keep her from it.
He had been careless. He should have paid more attention to his surroundings. He huddled Relena
close to him. How was he ever going to bring her to safety? The road to the city was blocked. He was
trapped inside the stables with no means of transportation. And he had some trigger-loving idiots aiming
for him.
He had to get rid of them. He had to break his promise.
"I'm sorry, Relena," he whispered. "But in order to get you out of here, I have no choice but
to kill again."
He gently laid the wounded girl on the straw and reached for his weapons. He was still in the
get-up he had worn when they had been spying in Canada. He pulled out his guns and pulled the safety
catch. The familiar dry click was heard.
Carefully he glanced around the doorframe to take in his situation. Both the van and the jeep
were parked on the runway. The must have driven up to the stables the moment he had disappeared inside.
Six people stood with their guns aiming for the stable.
Heero took aim and fired. One man collapsed. A clean shot in the head had taken him out. Heero
winced as his first kill in over five years hit the ground with a thud. The remaining five retreated to
the safety of their vehicles.
"Come out, 01," one of the men shouted.
Heero cursed. Great, they knew who he was. That meant they wouldn't likely underestimate him. He
didn't take the trouble of answering the men. He just looked around frantically for another way out.
"Come out, or we'll torch the place."
Oh, that would really be beneficial for his current position. With all the hay stacked here, the
stable would catch fire faster than he could shoot a mobile doll with his Gundam. He fired a few random
bullets in the general direction of the two cars.
"You have no place to go, 01. Even if you do manage to escape us, we have two teams waiting
downhill for you and the little miss vice foreign minister."
So they also knew Relena was still alive. They must have seen him carry her here. But maybe the
team downhill didn't know. He glanced at her unconscious form. He had to get her out. But how?
"Give it up, 01."
Heero fired another few random shots around the door. He had to take them all out, but then he
would have to leave Relena alone. Which meant he had to work really fast.
First he took Relena a little deeper in the stable. She had to be safe from random bullets. He
reloaded his guns and checked his knives. His finger trailed Relena's cheek.
'I killed one man today.' He had broken his promise. 'And I will kill five more.' He had no
choice if he wanted to save the life of the woman he had promised not to kill anymore. 'I'm sorry,
Relena. I have no choice.' He took both guns firmly in his hands, index finger poised at the trigger.
'I'm sorry.'
He silently moved back to his place next to the door. One more time he took in the sight before
him. The sun came from his left. He had to turn then, so his enemy would have the sunlight in their face.
The one hiding behind the left car door of the jeep had the most awkward position. From there on he just
had to work his way behind the jeep and then the van. It wouldn't take him very long.
He pushed of from the wall and jumped outside, ignoring the surprised shouts and bullets that
were vaguely directed to him. He ran a bit towards the sun to circle around the jeep and come up behind
it. His first shot found the heart. His next took out the dead man's partner. Then he swerved around
and ducked between the jeep's headlights.
The three behind the van had quickly recovered and were now taking aim. Bullets dented the black
car and shattered the windscreen. Tiny shards of glass rained on his back. He waited patiently for an
opportunity to present itself.
He peeked around te jeep and quickly pulled his head back, when another bullet hit the car too
close for comfort. He had seen enough, though. If he ran along the left side of the jeep he could get
on the left side of the van. From there on he could jump over the van and shoot the three people hiding
against the right side.
He inhaled sharply and pushed off from the bumper. Bullets followed him as he ran. His back
slammed against the van and he jumped a little to the side so the wheel protected his feet.
He needed a free hand to give him the extra push he needed to get over the roof of the van.
Reluctantly he placed the gun in his left hand in its holster on his left thigh. He shifted his weight
to his left foot and moved his right slightly forward. Without hesitation he jumped, rotating his body
in mid jump. His left hand reached for the roof of the van. He hit it right on the spot. The extra jolt
was just what he needed to cartwheel himself over the top. As his left hand released the roof he
immediately reached for his second gun. With the first he took aim and shot the first of the three men.
The bullet from his other gun took out the second and the moment he hit the ground, the third man died.
The effort had not even quickened his breathing, but his chest felt strangely constricted. The
deaths of those six weighed him down. He holstered his guns and walked back to the stable. When he
reached out to pick up Relena, he froze and looked at his hands. It was with those hands that he had
just killed. And with those hands he had to touch the embodiment of peace.
He didn't have a choice though. He carefully lifted her in his arms, checking if she was alright.
Her condition hadn't changed.
Where to go? He couldn't go to town. He didn't downright believe what those men had said, but he
didn't doubt that it could be true. He couldn't risk it. So there was no other option left but to head
for the forest. But then he wouldn't be able to use one of those cars. The forest was too dense for that.
But it was his sonly option. Once they were a safe distance away, he would look at Relena's injuries.
He shifted her weight a little in his arms, so it would be easier to reach his gun, if it became
necessary. Then he glanced around the door. All that was in sight were the two cars and the six dead bodies.
He didn't take any chances and bolted out. Within one minute he was under the protection of the trees.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AN I hope you all understand why Heero didn't take the car. The only escape route that was left, didn't
allow carrides. Well, that's not true. I just wanted Heero traipsing through the woods with Relena in
his arms. Don't we all. The HeeroxRelena fans, that is. Anyways, please review?