Before them was Heero, Daggers in his arms, a pike through his chest, wounds all over him, burn marks, and a nasty gash on his forehead that trickled blood down the side of his head. He didn't even move, but the slight labored rise and fall of his chest was the only thing that told he was alive. Barely.
Target: 03
Heero's eyes slowly opened. He had told Sally to go away. Had she listened? She had to...he couldn't let them go through that. Relena. Seeing her go through that torture would be worse than going through the training he had to go through to become the perfect soldier.
They had told him a poem, a little one that they made up. It told what they were going to do to him. They named it 'Thirteen Ravens' but it was more than that, the underlying point that only Heero and the makers or those wh were explained about it understood it's purpose. Thirteen people. Relena, Sally, Wufei, Trowa, Quatre, Duo, Hilde, Catherine, Zechs, Noin, Commander Une, Mariemaia, and finally Heero himself. Thirteen people. Relena would be the second to the last and Heero the last.
Thirteen little birdies soon to die,
One fell off my shoulder as death passed by,
Twelve little birdies soon to die,
Yet another broke as it flew too high.
Eleven little birdies soon to die,
As one looked at me and died with a cry.
Ten little birdies soon to die,
Yet another choked, surprised by a lie.
Nine little birdies soon to die,
Ones breath stopped with a short little sigh.
Eight little birdies soon to die,
Yet another died, me oh my.
Seven little birdies soon to die,
As one hit by lightning a little too much amplify.
Six little birdies soon to die,
Yet another's demise by a heartbreaking guy.
Five little birdies soon to die,
As one jumped away, soon to fly.
Four little birdies soon to die,
Yet another one died as water grew dry.
Three little birdies soon to die,
One from the sun, now to be fry.
Two little birdies soon to die,
Yet another drowned, swimming to try.
One little birdie soon to die,
As one died from loniless, it's faithless suicide.
(originally done by Red Tail )
The others would leave and he would be all alone, blaming himself for their deaths. Then he would go to hell, the tainted soul he claimed himself to be consumed by flames.
He managed to control his breathing and he opened his eyes and saw the interior of a shuttle. They hit an air pocket and jostled around a bit, but nothing too serious.
'Where are they going?' Heero questioned. He sat up slowly and placed his hands on his head to stop the dizziness that was attacking him now. His stomach churned and it seemed like he was going to throw up if not for the splitting migraine he had. His body also seemed more slower than normal. 'Blood loss.' Heero concluded.
He slowly turned his body and his feet gently grazed the floor until he had the time to look up. Ten he found out why he couldn't over his left arm. His body shook a little bit at what was happening. He pulled back in an almost frightened manor.
TBC
Author's note:
this chapter was for Nubia and Dark Angel! Thankyou for the reviews! Sorry it was really short, i'll try to mkae the next one longer, 'kay? muahahah! another cliffhanger! love yall Red Tail