Go In Peace
Chapter 3
Wufei woke up stiff and groggy; two things he was not used to. His side was on fire and brought him to almost scream as he came to.
"Relax I'm just cleaning it."
"What's going on?" questioned their Chinese friend. Quatre turned to Trowa to explain.
"Duo and Heero are putting together an escape plan. We need to get you to medical aid."
"As soon as possible. These stitches won't hold once you stand up. You'll bleed everywhere and the sentries will notice."
04 placed a new wrapping on his side.
"You're not walking out of here."
Suddenly, a gunshot cracked through the air.
"You two stay here. I'll go see..." 03 dashed out of the room.
"Damn it....ow...this is the best thing that could have happened."
"Duo hold still. Your shoulder..." Heero pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it against 02's bleeding shoulder, but Duo stood up and yelled out of the tower window.
"Way to go you assholes! You hit one of the choirboys!"
"Maxwell, what the hell are you trying to pull?!"
"I suggest we make arrangements to get him out of here! About six minutes?" Duo slid down the wall and smiled at Heero.
"I understand."
It was by accident that one of the bored soldiers was messing around with his gun at the exact moment Duo was formulating a plan of escape. For that, the soldier was de-ranked.
"All right boy; state your outlook."
It was then that Trowa stepped into view after hearing the booming voice of the General outside. He also saw 02 grasping his shoulder, crimson liquid seeping through his fingers. He tried to ask what happened, but Heero only shushed him and motioned with his arm to sit down.
"There are eight choir boys and one of them is hurt because of your damn men. If you let the boys and the priest go, I'll give up. But only after the boys are safe at home."
For quite a while, there was no sound. Duo could only swallow back his pain and listen while the others stayed silent.
"Fine. Then you give up. You have half an hour to get them out."
A great expression of relief came over Shinigami's face.
"You have a deal!" Standing back up shakily, he walked back down into the church in search of finding Turles. He then spotted Turles walking out of the robe closet, four fresh robes in hand.
"Trowa, you and Quatre help Wufei into one of these then take one for yourself. Quatre too. Heero, here"
"Hold on. You're coming to...Duo?"
"I said eight choir boys, not nine. Someone has to stay behind and hold them off until you get Wufei to a...well I really don't know where, but anywhere but here."
"Ummm...my mother is a nurse. You could bring him to my house. It's not far, but the soldiers shouldn't be able to find it."
Turles had once again come to their aid. Heero went to argue, but knew it was pointless. Their time was diminishing quickly.
"Trowa go help Quatre. Make sure your hoods stay up. Turles go and fetch the other boys."
Everyone took off to their assigned positions. Duo, however, made his way to the prayer room off the main service area. Heero could take charge from there.
A moment later, 03 came out dressed and carrying again an unconscious Wufei. Quatre exited after, followed lastly by Heero. New blood was already staining the front of the choir outfit so they would have to move fast without causing any mean for suspicion.
"Don't make contact with any of the men outside. Just go straight home."
Quatre was chosen to talk with the boys since his temper could be controlled. No one spoke, making the moment even creepier. With a nod of the head, 04 opened the large oak doors.
The four smaller boys went first, hoods up followed by Trowa carrying Wufei in front of him. Heero went next, but realized that the priest was not among them.
"That old fool! Where is he?"
"Heero, we have to go. The guards are staring."
'Damn it!' 01 thought as he pushed past the general's men. Nothing was said as the boys split up into groups. It was all up to Duo now.
"Hi...it's me. I'm surprised I walked in here without the roof caving in on me. I'm not one to ask favors, but you have to let them get home and my friends to safety. Protect the church and steady my hand like you did before. I didn't have much of a plan up to this point."
His shoulder was now throbbing and worst of all, it was still bleeding. Sitting down, he tried to steady himself from falling over. Looking up, he could have sworn the man on the cross was looking down on him.
"Don't worry. I'll be fine."
"Are you sure? That wound looks as bad as your friends."
Duo stood up quickly, making the world spin faster. The priest stood in the doorway.
"You were supposed to go with the others."
"I was worried about you. You're really hurt and your friends left these for you." In his hands were four 9mm's.
"I've been in worse than this. I planned to get myself out. Now you could get killed."
"So could you."
"I'm prepared for it, are you?"
"I have nothing but this church and my parishioners. I'm old and you have so much to still live for."
"That doesn't mean you have to die now!"
"Same goes to you..." To this, the American had no answer only a grin. He took the guns and hid them appropriately. His left arm would be practically useless now.
"I shouldn't keep them waiting. If you'll excuse me."
But he didn't go right away. The old man placed a hand on his head.
"Go in peace my son."
"Amen."
"All right boys! Move it out!"
The General and his men stood poised outside, guns cocked and ready. The rain started again just as the massive church doors swung open. Only one boy walked out but the devil was most definitely by his side.
"Where the hell are the others?"
"Long gone by now I hope."
"You lied to me you little..."
"No. I said I would give up. Nothing was ever mentioned of my comrades. By the way, you aim sucks. Next time shoot to kill."
The General's face was bright red with rage. Grabbing Duo by his bad shoulder, he threw him into the mud.
"Search the God Damn Church!"
02 spit mud and muck from his mouth, but he couldn't find the strength to get up. A foot came down on his back making him inhale more of the grime.
"We only found the priest sir."
"Kill him."
But that was the last command the General gave his troops. His body lunged forward landing on the ground in a heap, dead. Hoisting himself to his feet, Duo turned around and aimed at the soldier holding Father Maxwell's brother.
"Let him go."
"You asshole!"
The man's gun registered, but he had no time to fire. He too fell to the ground, a bullet clean between the eyes. Now the other four soldiers readied their aim.
"Fine. Who's next?"
From that moment for two hours more, gunshots filled the quiet streets of France. The night grew late and at their safe haven, four young men grew more and more impatient and, thought some refused to admit it, scared for their friends life.
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Chapter 3
Wufei woke up stiff and groggy; two things he was not used to. His side was on fire and brought him to almost scream as he came to.
"Relax I'm just cleaning it."
"What's going on?" questioned their Chinese friend. Quatre turned to Trowa to explain.
"Duo and Heero are putting together an escape plan. We need to get you to medical aid."
"As soon as possible. These stitches won't hold once you stand up. You'll bleed everywhere and the sentries will notice."
04 placed a new wrapping on his side.
"You're not walking out of here."
Suddenly, a gunshot cracked through the air.
"You two stay here. I'll go see..." 03 dashed out of the room.
"Damn it....ow...this is the best thing that could have happened."
"Duo hold still. Your shoulder..." Heero pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it against 02's bleeding shoulder, but Duo stood up and yelled out of the tower window.
"Way to go you assholes! You hit one of the choirboys!"
"Maxwell, what the hell are you trying to pull?!"
"I suggest we make arrangements to get him out of here! About six minutes?" Duo slid down the wall and smiled at Heero.
"I understand."
It was by accident that one of the bored soldiers was messing around with his gun at the exact moment Duo was formulating a plan of escape. For that, the soldier was de-ranked.
"All right boy; state your outlook."
It was then that Trowa stepped into view after hearing the booming voice of the General outside. He also saw 02 grasping his shoulder, crimson liquid seeping through his fingers. He tried to ask what happened, but Heero only shushed him and motioned with his arm to sit down.
"There are eight choir boys and one of them is hurt because of your damn men. If you let the boys and the priest go, I'll give up. But only after the boys are safe at home."
For quite a while, there was no sound. Duo could only swallow back his pain and listen while the others stayed silent.
"Fine. Then you give up. You have half an hour to get them out."
A great expression of relief came over Shinigami's face.
"You have a deal!" Standing back up shakily, he walked back down into the church in search of finding Turles. He then spotted Turles walking out of the robe closet, four fresh robes in hand.
"Trowa, you and Quatre help Wufei into one of these then take one for yourself. Quatre too. Heero, here"
"Hold on. You're coming to...Duo?"
"I said eight choir boys, not nine. Someone has to stay behind and hold them off until you get Wufei to a...well I really don't know where, but anywhere but here."
"Ummm...my mother is a nurse. You could bring him to my house. It's not far, but the soldiers shouldn't be able to find it."
Turles had once again come to their aid. Heero went to argue, but knew it was pointless. Their time was diminishing quickly.
"Trowa go help Quatre. Make sure your hoods stay up. Turles go and fetch the other boys."
Everyone took off to their assigned positions. Duo, however, made his way to the prayer room off the main service area. Heero could take charge from there.
A moment later, 03 came out dressed and carrying again an unconscious Wufei. Quatre exited after, followed lastly by Heero. New blood was already staining the front of the choir outfit so they would have to move fast without causing any mean for suspicion.
"Don't make contact with any of the men outside. Just go straight home."
Quatre was chosen to talk with the boys since his temper could be controlled. No one spoke, making the moment even creepier. With a nod of the head, 04 opened the large oak doors.
The four smaller boys went first, hoods up followed by Trowa carrying Wufei in front of him. Heero went next, but realized that the priest was not among them.
"That old fool! Where is he?"
"Heero, we have to go. The guards are staring."
'Damn it!' 01 thought as he pushed past the general's men. Nothing was said as the boys split up into groups. It was all up to Duo now.
"Hi...it's me. I'm surprised I walked in here without the roof caving in on me. I'm not one to ask favors, but you have to let them get home and my friends to safety. Protect the church and steady my hand like you did before. I didn't have much of a plan up to this point."
His shoulder was now throbbing and worst of all, it was still bleeding. Sitting down, he tried to steady himself from falling over. Looking up, he could have sworn the man on the cross was looking down on him.
"Don't worry. I'll be fine."
"Are you sure? That wound looks as bad as your friends."
Duo stood up quickly, making the world spin faster. The priest stood in the doorway.
"You were supposed to go with the others."
"I was worried about you. You're really hurt and your friends left these for you." In his hands were four 9mm's.
"I've been in worse than this. I planned to get myself out. Now you could get killed."
"So could you."
"I'm prepared for it, are you?"
"I have nothing but this church and my parishioners. I'm old and you have so much to still live for."
"That doesn't mean you have to die now!"
"Same goes to you..." To this, the American had no answer only a grin. He took the guns and hid them appropriately. His left arm would be practically useless now.
"I shouldn't keep them waiting. If you'll excuse me."
But he didn't go right away. The old man placed a hand on his head.
"Go in peace my son."
"Amen."
"All right boys! Move it out!"
The General and his men stood poised outside, guns cocked and ready. The rain started again just as the massive church doors swung open. Only one boy walked out but the devil was most definitely by his side.
"Where the hell are the others?"
"Long gone by now I hope."
"You lied to me you little..."
"No. I said I would give up. Nothing was ever mentioned of my comrades. By the way, you aim sucks. Next time shoot to kill."
The General's face was bright red with rage. Grabbing Duo by his bad shoulder, he threw him into the mud.
"Search the God Damn Church!"
02 spit mud and muck from his mouth, but he couldn't find the strength to get up. A foot came down on his back making him inhale more of the grime.
"We only found the priest sir."
"Kill him."
But that was the last command the General gave his troops. His body lunged forward landing on the ground in a heap, dead. Hoisting himself to his feet, Duo turned around and aimed at the soldier holding Father Maxwell's brother.
"Let him go."
"You asshole!"
The man's gun registered, but he had no time to fire. He too fell to the ground, a bullet clean between the eyes. Now the other four soldiers readied their aim.
"Fine. Who's next?"
From that moment for two hours more, gunshots filled the quiet streets of France. The night grew late and at their safe haven, four young men grew more and more impatient and, thought some refused to admit it, scared for their friends life.
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