Chapter Two:
Cold metal encircled her wrists and someone with strength and a tight grip held her upright, dragging her as her feet barely made any noise on the slabs of tile. Figures, her shoes, after all, were left under her desk.
She groaned and the walking stopped, her body jerked to a halt. Voices reached out to her ears, calling at her from under water it seemed. Only they weren't directed at her. Where was she? The rattling sound of chains and a door being unlocked took a few seconds for her groggy mind to react with, still distantly wondering where she was…and why it felt like she was in a prison.
"We should take this out." Something was pulled from her shoulder, drawing blood and her eyes fluttered as she tried to open them, light reaching her before her energy failed once more. Why was she so tired? He mind went lax for a few minutes, enjoying with bliss sleep before she jerked herself away from the dream world calling to her.
"Maybe he shouldn't have sot her, y'know?" A grunt was the only reply she heard. Her skin got prickles from where they were roughly holding her. She was dragged into what she assumed another room. It was darker and the air felt stale, a damp smell tickling her nose.
"Ugh…" She groaned as a growing sensation of pain filled her nerves, something constricting over her stomach area where the pain was coming from.
"Good thing the ol' doc stitched her up pretty nicely." She was thrown down and her head hit the floor roughly. Her eyes fluttered open at the pain and she could make out two blurry images standing near her, the light from the hall obscuring her vision.
They turned and left, the door sliding close tightly. The room was bare and it was plunged into darkness, the only sound from Relena's breathing.
Her head lolled and she let herself fall into a restless sleep, unaware of the danger she was in. The tranquilizer dart shot at her shoulder was effective as it should have been.
Chapter Two
Heero was shoved into the room roughly, falling to his knees in exhaustion and worry. He looked around his surroundings before the door was slammed shut only seconds later. His world was plunged into darkness as well.
"Relena…" He whispered, feeling a headache coming as he rested his head on the cool walls of his prison. What were they planning. Relena had better be safe, he thought darkly as he narrowed his eyes at nothing and clenched his fists, the cold metal enclosing around his wrists biting at his skin. If she wasn't safe, there would be hell to pay, that much was for sure.
He sighed heavily and leaned heavily against the wall as he slid down to the floor and reached up to finger to stitched up bullet wound on his side and frowned. The neat stitches were well done, though nothing could compare to Sally's handwork. He had some gut feeling, a bad one, that the stitches wouldn't be staying there for long.
He couldn't admit it, but, he was really worried about Relena. He had no clue about what happened and he wasn't sure what happened to her. Mumbles from some soldiers told him something about a girl getting shot.
His blood boiled at the thought and he punched the ground roughly in anger as he tried to calm his ragged breaths. Now was not the time to loose his mask and his composure. He couldn't let the enemy know his weakness or Relena might be in anymore danger than she already was.
'Please, be safe.' He prayed, not really sure if he believed in God or not but deciding to give it a shot, 'Please be safe…' He closed his eyes, not daring to go to sleep in the enemies hands. Anything could happen in the dark.
He heard a snarl and snapped his eyes open to look in the corner to see two gleaming eyes staring at him hungrily.
Not good at all.
Another snarl came out of the shrouded creature's throat, claws clicking on the tiles as I took a step forward. Heero glared and readied himself for any sort of fight the animal would throw at him.
The animal pounced at him and he ducked out of the way, gasping when he felt the stitches tighten around his skin. 'Damnit!' He swore mentally and rolled out of the way from a slash aimed at his torso. Some blood streamed down his arm, filling the room with the smell of blood. The animal seemed to grow even wilder at the intoxicating smell.
'Nope,' he thought grimly, 'not good at all.'
