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"Forever's gonna start tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart"
Impersonating Angels Part 9:
Duo's cell was cold and damp. The dimly lit gray stone walls dripped with residual moisture. He sat huddled into a corner, curled up in a ball. He sobbed silently as the lights flickered in the aftermath of a storm.
His eyes darted around the grimy cell. The filth of the prison seemed to blend into the walls and floors. He continued to search for a weakness in the seemingly impregnable walls of his stone cage.
Footsteps sounded and reverberated off of the seemingly immobile walls. The echoes of voices were heard. Familiar voices. One was soft and monotonous, the other lively and kind. The rich tones of the latter reverberated more than that of the Monotonous one. The distant voices seemed to come closer with every step that sounded.
Quick loud steps overrode the sounds from far away, and a sliding rasping sound was heard. "Food maggot!" Came from the other side of the large metal door. A small plate of what looked like rank uncooked meat and lumpy yellowed mashed potatoes.
"Eat up, you got good food, today, for the rest of the month it'll be cold, beef broth, and bread!" Duo crawled off the small hard bed, that he was beginning to think was naught more than a table with a wholly blanket and sheets.
The food was surprisingly good. But it still seemed old, as if they were leftovers. And while he started to eat the footsteps grew ever louder. He listened to the voices again, and was surprised to hear his name. "They're here for me, to take me home maybe? I mean I'm innocent, I didn't do anything, they said I did. I didn't even resist when they busted in on me..."
The footsteps continued to get louder and Duo knew that they were here for them but why still eluded him. Again the voices sounded off the walls. This time he distinctly recognized Quatre's voice among them. "Quatre, he's here to take me home!" He whispered to himself excitedly.
Soon the footsteps stopped out side of his cell. He heard the sound of the locks turning, and the clank of mechanisms turning and sliding along their well oiled tracks. The door snapped free, and a sliver of light appeared, sliding across Duo's face, momentarily blinding him. The contrast of the new bright light being introduced to his dark cell drastically changed his point of view of his new claustrophobic home.
"Duo, Duo are you in here?" Duo slithered out from his corner, and started to cry. Quatre scooped Duo into his arms, and held him in his chest. "Duo you're ok, I've been so worried." Duo began to sob loudly into Quatre's pink poet's shirt, and grasped to his purple vest sobbing even louder. "Shhh..." Quatre soothed, and brushed Duo's damp bangs back from his moiste forehead.
"I'm innocent, Quatre, you know I'm innocent right?" Duo wailed to Quatre who held his shuddering body, and mused an ancient Arabian lullaby.
"Trowa stepped forward and spoke quietly, "Duo, we'll get you out of here, as soon as we can." Duo sobbed louder to hear Trowa speaking to him like that.
"It's good to have friends like you, he sniffed loudly." Quatre took an handkerchief from Trowa and wiped Duo's filthy face with it. The dark grime that had been caked on smeared off revealing lightly tanned skin underneath.
Duo slowly clamed down and stopped crying. "Thank you, guys" he choked out over a series of hiccups. "When will I get to go home do you know?" When he finished those hopeful words both Quatre and Trowa looked away from him. They were unable to look at their old friend. "That bad?" he managed as the tears started to well up again. Quatre not able to look at or speak to Duo just nodded. Trowa looked down at the two and noticed a single tear glistening in the floodlight coming from the hallway.
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Duo had fallen asleep just after Trowa and Quatre left. There was not much else to do in the oppressing dark, of his cell. Through the murk a footstep was heard. Duo was pulled from his dreams by the lock on his door once again shifting. The familiar strip of light fell on the groggy American.
A single figure stood before him this time. The dark silhouetted figure chuckled. "I think I have won this time Duo." The figure lurked closer to his bed, and soon sat down next to him. Something cold and hard prodded him sharply in the ribs. "Duo Maxwell, I have won... Heero is mine, and you will spend the rest of your life in this stinking shit hole."
"Duo's Eyes widened in surprise, R-Relena Peacecraft?"
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TBC
5 reviews to continue
"Farewell My Concubine" Release Date-7-10-04 Look for teasers!
"Forever's gonna start tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart"
Impersonating Angels Part 9:
Duo's cell was cold and damp. The dimly lit gray stone walls dripped with residual moisture. He sat huddled into a corner, curled up in a ball. He sobbed silently as the lights flickered in the aftermath of a storm.
His eyes darted around the grimy cell. The filth of the prison seemed to blend into the walls and floors. He continued to search for a weakness in the seemingly impregnable walls of his stone cage.
Footsteps sounded and reverberated off of the seemingly immobile walls. The echoes of voices were heard. Familiar voices. One was soft and monotonous, the other lively and kind. The rich tones of the latter reverberated more than that of the Monotonous one. The distant voices seemed to come closer with every step that sounded.
Quick loud steps overrode the sounds from far away, and a sliding rasping sound was heard. "Food maggot!" Came from the other side of the large metal door. A small plate of what looked like rank uncooked meat and lumpy yellowed mashed potatoes.
"Eat up, you got good food, today, for the rest of the month it'll be cold, beef broth, and bread!" Duo crawled off the small hard bed, that he was beginning to think was naught more than a table with a wholly blanket and sheets.
The food was surprisingly good. But it still seemed old, as if they were leftovers. And while he started to eat the footsteps grew ever louder. He listened to the voices again, and was surprised to hear his name. "They're here for me, to take me home maybe? I mean I'm innocent, I didn't do anything, they said I did. I didn't even resist when they busted in on me..."
The footsteps continued to get louder and Duo knew that they were here for them but why still eluded him. Again the voices sounded off the walls. This time he distinctly recognized Quatre's voice among them. "Quatre, he's here to take me home!" He whispered to himself excitedly.
Soon the footsteps stopped out side of his cell. He heard the sound of the locks turning, and the clank of mechanisms turning and sliding along their well oiled tracks. The door snapped free, and a sliver of light appeared, sliding across Duo's face, momentarily blinding him. The contrast of the new bright light being introduced to his dark cell drastically changed his point of view of his new claustrophobic home.
"Duo, Duo are you in here?" Duo slithered out from his corner, and started to cry. Quatre scooped Duo into his arms, and held him in his chest. "Duo you're ok, I've been so worried." Duo began to sob loudly into Quatre's pink poet's shirt, and grasped to his purple vest sobbing even louder. "Shhh..." Quatre soothed, and brushed Duo's damp bangs back from his moiste forehead.
"I'm innocent, Quatre, you know I'm innocent right?" Duo wailed to Quatre who held his shuddering body, and mused an ancient Arabian lullaby.
"Trowa stepped forward and spoke quietly, "Duo, we'll get you out of here, as soon as we can." Duo sobbed louder to hear Trowa speaking to him like that.
"It's good to have friends like you, he sniffed loudly." Quatre took an handkerchief from Trowa and wiped Duo's filthy face with it. The dark grime that had been caked on smeared off revealing lightly tanned skin underneath.
Duo slowly clamed down and stopped crying. "Thank you, guys" he choked out over a series of hiccups. "When will I get to go home do you know?" When he finished those hopeful words both Quatre and Trowa looked away from him. They were unable to look at their old friend. "That bad?" he managed as the tears started to well up again. Quatre not able to look at or speak to Duo just nodded. Trowa looked down at the two and noticed a single tear glistening in the floodlight coming from the hallway.
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Duo had fallen asleep just after Trowa and Quatre left. There was not much else to do in the oppressing dark, of his cell. Through the murk a footstep was heard. Duo was pulled from his dreams by the lock on his door once again shifting. The familiar strip of light fell on the groggy American.
A single figure stood before him this time. The dark silhouetted figure chuckled. "I think I have won this time Duo." The figure lurked closer to his bed, and soon sat down next to him. Something cold and hard prodded him sharply in the ribs. "Duo Maxwell, I have won... Heero is mine, and you will spend the rest of your life in this stinking shit hole."
"Duo's Eyes widened in surprise, R-Relena Peacecraft?"
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TBC
5 reviews to continue
"Farewell My Concubine" Release Date-7-10-04 Look for teasers!