9 Pages; it took a while to get this out but I'm workin' on it... I'm working on it! I'm thinking of putting Uno in a third after this... but I dunno... how many of you read this only for Uno and would like to see her in another 'timeline' approach?

Wings of Destruction
Chapter 20
Screaming for Freedom

By the time Justin returned home it was well into the night; technically, it was about three in the morning. He dragged his feet inside and saw Vincent sitting on the couch, reading the newspapers. Mandy was cuddled up besides him reading a book.

"Where's Chris?" Justin asked as he noticed the boy wasn't seen.

"He's not back yet," Vincent muttered out. Mandy lowered the book and glanced up at him. "He killed somebody earlier and I think it put him in a daze and he wandered off."

"Wandered off?" Justin murmured; a nerve twitched in his temple. "Vincent! How can you let him just wander off like that! Chris is able to get hurt that way and pried for information!"

Vincent casually folded the paper back up and got to his feet. Mandy placed the book on the coffee table and turned to watch as Vincent strode towards the other comrade.

"First off," Vincent grumbled, "he needed the break; if you haven't noticed Chris is an innocent child and killing somebody is a big deal!"

Justin's brows creased. "When did you first kill, Vincent? And when you did, were you stunned, as well?"

"Actually yes," he admitted. "In boot camp, there was a soldier who suddenly turned psychotic when we were in rifle training and he was shooting at everyone; I was the only one who managed to dodge his wild shots and shoot him square in the face—where Chris had shot the soldier."

"A soldier?" Mandy muttered in shock. "There was a Synodd Soldier there?"

"Yep."

"Alright, whatever—look," Justin waved his hands in the air and shook his head. "Where's Uno—I've got something to tell her."

"Behind you," came Uno's monotonic voice. Justin turned and saw her step up to the kitchen table with her backpack and empty out its contents of gun clips and magazines. Mandy slipped away unnoticed and stepped into the kitchen for a soda.

"What are you doing?" Justin asked as he turned to watch her filling up the empty clips and magazines then load them into the guns. He frowned as she stuffed them into the bag.

"I've got another assignment and it's at the Lunar Base Transport Building," she explained. "A shipment of Gundanium Alloy is arriving by four-thirty and I have to figure out why."

"The Lunar Base is a very dangerous building," Mandy muttered. She took a sip of her water and passed the bottle to Vincent as he reached for it. "You shouldn't go there, Uno. It's run entirely by men who have no lives except for work and sex."

"How do you know this?" Vincent frowned at her.

Mandy glanced away shyly. "I passed by it several years ago and my stupid car broke down. When I went inside to ask for a phone they were staring at me; just to use a phone I had to fuck four of them."

Uno turned and gave her a weary look before rolling her eyes and returning to her bag. Mandy stomped her foot down and balled her fists. "You won't go!"

Uno snorted and picked up a few of the clips to stuff into the bag. "Yeah—right. Like I'll listen to that."

"Uno—I won't let you go!" Mandy growled and backed herself to the door.

"Out of my way," Uno commanded with a monotonic voice as she continued to pile clips into the bag.

"No," Mandy grumbled back.

Shrugging, Uno continued to pack away her clips and magazines and excess guns, picked up her colt and without aiming, shot right at Mandy's chest. She casually dropped the gun back onto the table when she shot dissipated.

"Mandy!" Vincent ran to the fallen girl and scooped her up in his arms. Justin was by his side in a minute's time as he helped Vincent lay her down on the floor in the living room.

"Uno!" Justin snarled. "Why did you go and shoot her!"

Uno frowned down at him. She zipped up the bag, tucked her colt in the back of her jeans hidden behind her shirt, and said coolly, "I told you all that I will only warn once—if at all."

She turned and headed for the door and before exiting, growled, "I don't joke, either."

Checking her watch Uno hid the bike beneath a bunch of trees in the far corner of the base and stalked the shadows until she reached the entrance. She had fifteen minutes to spare until the shipment arrived. It was plenty enough time to eavesdrop and gather information, perhaps grab an enemy and drug him to later take him to the torture chamber of the mansion.

Several soldiers stepped outside and glanced around and Uno instantly shot to hide behind a sign. Growling, she stayed there and waited, watching until they showed signs of moving again so she could make another move. They finally returned inside and after waiting another minute, she ran her way towards the door and found it unlocked.

Inside the building the walls and floors were encased in heavy titanium alloy and the atmosphere felt cold and distant, as if they never had entertainment.

Perhaps Mandy was right, she told herself as she carefully made her way down the halls, remaining in the shadows.

She came to a corner where four halls spread out from the main one she was on and she frowned; with six choices to make, including the way she just came, she wasn't sure which she should pick. She was about to take another step when a loud bang sounded from within the metal encased flooring. She froze, expecting to have set off a hidden trap of some kind.

Before she knew it, the floor beneath her opened up and she fell into descending darkness then landed in a heap on more metallic floor. When the trap door closed and she was encased in darkness, she knew she had just fucked up real badly.

Uno narrowed her eyes and tried to see where she was but everything was so black she couldn't even look down and see her own hands. Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth and wrapped its arms around her body and she tried to break free. Kicking off the ground to stand up only helped the intruder out more as he—it had to be a he for the thickness of the hands and arms were very muscular—began to drag her backwards.

Uno growled deep from within her throat and tried to break her arms free but to no avail; she tried to yank her head away from his hand but his fingers had begun to dig deeply into her cheekbones.

She felt an extra pair of hands remove her gun from behind her and pry the backpack off her body. Before she knew it, a door opened up with blinding light and she was literally thrown into the room. She rolled onto her back and bolted to an upright position, winced against the bright lights, but then froze when she noticed who all was with her. After shutting the door to the room, a soldier turned and stared at her; there were about five that she counted quickly, each dressed in their normal Synodd uniform and each having night goggles on their faces.

Bloody fuck, Uno said to herself silently. Why am I not surprised?

"Well, well, well," said one of them as he removed his night goggles. "What do we have here?"

The others removed theirs as well and one of them collected the goggles from everyone and sat them on a shelf. Another turned to face her and frowned.

"She… she looks… it's Uno!"

Hearing her name on their lips made her heart leap.

"What?" One of them pondered at his comrade. "Maxwell?"

"The one Tanners was designed to kill," he pointed out. Uno felt her heart screaming just then.

Can't people leave the past where it belongs! She screamed out silently.

"Well I'll be damned," said another as a grin played across his face. "We've got ourselves a big fish—I wonder what the reward will be."

"It's pointless for a reward," said another. "She's to be dead so… let's do to her what Ricky should have done then kill her."

"I agree," grinned another. Uno froze and gawked up at each one before knowledge of what's going on sunk in.

Her eyes narrowed. "I warn you to let me go," she growled. "I may not be able to spare your lives, if you don't."

She received countless laughs for that and one of them pulled a whip off his hip straps. Uno frowned and begun to growl but the whip flew and slapped her clear across her face. Her eyes shot wide as the pain of it stung badly.

"It looks like this bitch needs to be tamed," he said. Uno shot a hand to the stinging spot on her face and stared at him in horror, actually speechless and not knowing, for the first time in her life, what to do.

"That she does," said another as he stepped up to her.

Uno swallowed hard and gazed up at him then noticed he was pulling something down from the ceiling. It was a long chain with shackles at the end of it. She wanted to back up and scoot away but she couldn't; fear stunned her movements and inside she was screaming at herself to fight back as she had so many times before.

"Well," he said as he grabbed her wrists painfully and brought them up to shackle them. "Let's get started."

Suddenly the chain was pulled up into the ceiling and Uno was now hanging in the air. Another pair of shackles bolted around her ankles and she stared, wide eyed, at the gang before her.

"What the fuck," she spat out in alarm. "W-what's going on here?"

"Shut up!" One of them shouted at her and slammed his fist into her gut. Uno's breathe shot out of her lips and she would have doubled over if not for the chains holding her up in the air. She coughed and gagged for air, unable to grasp any from the hurt spiraling up her spine.

His hands grasped her waist and spun her around. Now her back was to them and she was frightened even more. His hands gripped the ends of her shirt and the next she knew, his knife had sliced right through it.

She coughed out loud, amazed that she was so easily captured, then figured that even Heero had to have been easily captured at one point in his life. The shirt tore all the way to the neck until it was hanging off her shoulders alone and her bare back and bra strap were there for them all to see.

Think Uno, she tried to calm herself. You can get out of this… you're the daughter of Duo Maxwell—you can get out of this. Just think.

She was about to come out with a plan when the crackle of the whip shot through the air and stung at her back. Uno's eyes shot wide and her mouth gaped open. Pain soared through her skin, willing her to scream, but like the perfect assassin that she had trained to become, she stilled her voice. The pain came again, this time in another spot, and still she bit back her screams. The whip continued to hit her in random spots, each time entering a new territory of her body, burning at different spots than each time before.

"This isn't working," one of them had said in aggravation. The whip ceased to crackle again and Uno felt her eyes glazing over but shook herself out of it.

She would not give up that easily!

"Let's just go ahead and rape her already," he added in. Uno's breath missed the next gulp and her heart began to pound wildly.

Rape me! Fear was never known to her this way.

"Not yet," one of them mumbled. "I want her to scream first. I want her to know she won't survive this night."

"What are you doing?" Another asked. The man grabbed at her back and she winced in pain, her eyes squeezing shut to pry the hurt out of her body. He spun her around and saw the aggravation written on her face.

"Yeah—you like that?" He growled but three inches away from her. He yanked and tore the remains of her shirt away from her body before glancing down at her. "I think you need to be rid of your jeans—for all we know, you could be hiding a gun in there."

"And beneath her bra," another one added in.

"And in between those lips of hers," a third had said. Uno's eyes opened and she wasn't the least bit surprised to find them blurring up with a fresh wave of tears.

"Aww… you're crying," he said with mock humor. "Well it's okay. We just need to search you… and well too, to make sure you unarmed," he licked his lips and imagined it in his mind, everyone taking her in their own ways as she fought back.

"But until then," he paused to watch a tear fall down her face, "I want to hear you scream."

He brought a heavy combat knife to her collar bone and slowly dragged the blade's edge across her flesh there, instantly slicing apart her skin. Uno's eyes clenched tightly as the tears fell and her lips grimaced in pain. He moved the blade to her abdomen and began cutting there and again, she seethed out.

But it wasn't until the knife pried deeply into her ribcage that she had actually screamed out loud.

"There we go," he murmured as she felt the knife slice at the front of her bra and remove it then felt his hands, encased in her blood, smothering around on her bare body and breasts. The warm liquid that once flowed inside her body and now encased his hands helped him to glide over her skin and bathe her fresh color into one of crimson.

He leaned forward and kissed her and normally Uno would bite back, as she had planned to do should they invade her mouth in a vile way, but with the pain and torment riding her nerves she couldn't push him off, knowing darn well that she wouldn't have the strength to bite down when the time came.

The man parted after a moment and licked his lips, then with a grin, whispered hotly into her hear, "Just a little more blood to cover the rest of your body then we can get started."

Each bump the bike took made her nearly pass out, her vision blackening like mad. Her breath was jagged and her chest ached like there was no tomorrow. She doesn't know how she escaped but she did and that's all that she cares about. After they finished cutting her up and whipping her some more, they smeared her blood all over her body and removed her from the air. She fell and it hurt like crazy but her wrists and ankles were badly cut, as they raped her from all positions without removing any of the shackles. Even the devil wouldn't have been as degradable as they have towards her.

But when they finally let her go and threw a gun at her she almost blacked out; damn her mind for making her stay away all the while until after they finished!

They told her to get lost, not wishing to kill her just yet, seeing as what they've done to her was enough and they figured to make her suffer.

What else is new, she told herself as she exited the freeway and turned towards the A-A Hangar. The fate worse than death is life and I'm now living a life where I've entirely been tarnished for good.

Uno ripped herself away from the bike and didn't care that the thing tipped over and crashed against the trashcans of the alleyway. She dragged herself towards the hangar door and entered, her energy draining with each breath she took. Her eyes were glazed over, her breath came in shallow gulps, and above all, she wasn't sure she had enough blood left in her body to take another step. The Synodd uniform they dressed her in was now caked in blood and burning each and every cut all over her body.

The tears continued to fall from her eyes and she practically dragged herself towards the elite scientists she knew have once sheltered her family. The new scientists paused in their work and turned to her, fear etched clearly in their eyes, their faces frozen of any movement.

She ignored them and swallowed hard. The bile taste of semen shot back through her as a harsh reminder that she was as dirty as a whore who let all of Earth's population degrade her. Gripping the gun in her hand, the trigger firmly touched, she shot into the main office room where Dr J and Professor G worked and slammed the door behind herself.

Professor G was the first to notice her hellish attire and took a faltering step backwards, his face purely aghast.

"Uno!" He shouted; Dr J turned around from his board and stared at her, frozen as well.

"You," she snarled and raised the gun to G's face. "You!"

"Uno?" J paused and raised his mechanical hand into the air. "W-what happened to you?"

She cocked the chamber and repointed the gun at the both of them. The tears continued to fall and she screamed out at them.

"Whatever the fuck they did to Mandy—you are going to do to me!" She screamed loudly. "I don't care how long it takes and whatever you have to do—you will fix the fucking hell you have made me go through!

"Well did you figure out what the shipment was fore?" G asked calmly, trying to sooth the unnerved girl before him. The reminder of her failed mission only sent Uno over the edge. She screamed at him and fired her round, missing on purpose and hitting the black board where the plans for Angel were posted. G, stunned into silence, turned to see the gaping hole in the chalkboard then turned back to her with his hands raised in the air.

"For you I got captured and abused! For you I got raped!" She told them. "You are going to do something about this or I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"Calm down, Uno," J soothed. She turned and snarled at as well. "We will do this, just calm down. We will tie your tubes so you wouldn't have any chance to get pregnant from it and upgrade your immune system so you can't get sick, either."

She growled and flared her lips, baring her teeth. Her fingers clenched tightly as she badly wanted to squeeze and pull the trigger; but suddenly, her energy was low and she was shaking. She tried to remain standing, to remain holding them at gunpoint, but her tears were falling steadily fast and her vision was blacking out.

The last thing she recalled before the gun fell from her hands and her body fell to the floor was the reminder in her head that nobody would be looking for her that she was alone, because she had shot the comrade she was to have as a friend.

That because she had shown them a reason to dislike her, she wouldn't get the help and aid they so lavishly gave her before.

I ask and I need answers: how many of you read this purely for Uno and wish to see her in another story, taken after this (much like a sequel to a sequel) and rather, a 'timeswept' fic?