Heero's chest heaved up and down, his eyes gazing down at the ground, wide with his pupils dilated as his strength diminishing as the adrenaline wore off, leaving his body strained and exerted. He coughed, chains rattling as he bent over, blood spilling from his mouth and a pounding in his skull reminded him to not move suddenly.

A finger worked it's way up a lash cutting down across his chest, rivulets of crimson coloring his skin and making him look even more tan than his natural skin tone. He withdrew from the touch, weakly as he could.

Vision swayed, strength fleeting when he needed it most. His throat hurt, scratchy and raspy from fighting back screams threatening to break loose as spells were cast on him—including other instruments of torture.

"Well, well…" A cold and snake-like voice came closer to his ears, telling him that the enemy was close. Closer than required.

Heero growled, "Omae o Korosu…" A spark flew threw his body and his bit back a groan, choosing instead to change the pain into energy.

He glared up at the person that Harry and his friends had mentioned and had also warned him about, the most dark wizard known, Lord Voldemort.

Blaue Augen

By Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)

In his dreams, there never was happiness—it was something that had been taken from him before he had been born. He had been trained to be a soldier ever since the day that he was born, and thus he was to be haunted until he was killed or committed suicide. Either way wasn't pleasant.

But, tonight, or whatever time of day that it was since he had judged the day by the times he had been beaten and between meager meals, he had been visited by another sight. It was back at Hogwarts, where his friends were…

He closed his eyes shut, shaking his head despite the pain to blot out all emotions running through him. To think that his friends weren't indeed looking for him, which might have been the case if they thought he had escaped the hospital and left them alone like he sometimes did. It was harsh to think that they didn't even think about looking for him, or worrying for that matter.

But, maybe it wasn't that harsh at all. It would be most fitting to a killer like him. He clenched his fists in his self hatred and didn't even hear the click of the lock on the door being opened, slowly creaking to let in the next torture session flooding into the room. The fresh oxygen filled the air and made him feel more refreshed.

And then the door closed.

The only emotions left were that of dread—his strength was fleeting more and more each day. He knew his limits and somehow, even if he wouldn't break mentally, he did have phsyical limits despite what some people felt.

Pain pusled through his body, spasms rocking his lithe form as he let the enemy have the smallest victory of hearing him scream this time. It went on for a couple of minutes until the smell of fresh blood, and dried blood, reach his nostrils. He choked, feeling nausea grow in him knowing that the fresh blood would continue to flow and sap him even more.

His muscles twitched once or twice, breathing erratically as his heart tried to catch up with the weak pace that it was setting. His head was lowered, eyes wide as they traced the blood swirling down the drain in the center of the room, dipped down apart from the rest of the cell.

Why did this seem familiar?

"A mystery." Heero could barely make out the words, syllables slowly forming in his groggy and pain-laced mind as he clenched his fists and grit his teeth when he felt a cool touch of fingers tracing the taunt muscles strained and flexed on his chest.

The dark shadow chuckled, the sounds of the sole of boots scuffling on the stone tiles. Heero could only assume he had been stuck in some sort of old castle like the many located in England.

He glared with contempt at the figure shrouded in darkness, vibrant eyes mockingly staring at him, taunting him with a mere glance. How could the 'perfect soldier' be brought down so easily? Even with magic (which he had not know existed until less than a month ago).

A hand gripped his chin, pulling his head up to look at the person straight in the eyes. "Even as my best wizards and witches work on figuring out why the crystal cannot be extacted," he paused for a moment to stare at his prize. "you still seem to be able to hold against anything thrown at you."

Heero growled in his throat, narrowing his eyes and jerking his chin out of the grip of You-Know-Who.

"But," the figure stepped away, backing out of the prison cell, "That won't last for very long." The door closed, the laughter echoing in the enclosed room and in Heero's mind.

It seemed not only he himself knew that he would break sooner or later…

TBC

Author's note: Short, I know. But, I feel like crap, didn't really get any sleep and Lif's friends are loud as hell. I'll make the next one longer hopefully. The update did come sooner this time though (not really)! Thanks everyone for 90+ reviews:hugs: You guys are really nice—thanks for pointing out errors and stuff, the best reviews are with constructive critism.

Hopefully, the next chapter will focus more about Relena. (Relena lovers might like it and stuff, dunno.) Sorry that the chapter wasn't really long.

I need to update my other stories as well. I haven't updated for a while—sorry, a lots been going on this week and all. Finals are coming up with the end of the school year :sigh: Thanks again guys for the reviews, and to artgirl150 for still betaing this story!

Those of you who are looking for a good read to pass the time—my sis has a new fic out called Passions and it's really good! I've been begging her to update and all so I'm getting kicked off the computer so she can write another chapter.

in Liebe, Red Tail