Eternally Yours
By Allura
AU – You guys rock. Thanks for sticking by me through this, extremely long and irritatingly wearisome story. Unfortunately, or fortunately - whichever you prefer – Eternally Yours is ending. I just want to hurry and get at least one of these stories of my chest, and give myself a little bit of liberation; I love this fan fiction, I really do, but it needs to end, its been dragged on a little too long.
However, I won't rush it in a way that will just spoil the whole story, no way, I've spent too many hours, exerting my whole mind over these plots to ruin the whole thing now. So no frets.
Chapter eleven: Breaking Alliances
Twelve hours, exactly, until destruction.
Bitter anxiety coursed through his blood, poisoning his rational thoughts and leaving him tense with excitement, yet confident in the progression of his scheme.
Everything was falling into place, and he couldn't help but sit back, watching everything operate accordingly to his plans, and grin; loving it all.
The girl was quietly locked up in her room, heavily guarded and carefully under Roster's watch whilst the pilot, was locked in the darkest of his dungeons, barely surviving… not that it mattered, he only need him for one last thing anyway. And in a few hours, when everything was over, the annoying boy would be troublesome no more.
His long fingers persistently drummed across the oaken wood of the coffee table, tapping apprehensively to the rhythm of his thoughts.
The blaze of the heated fire, danced across his face as he inhaled smoky, steady breaths, hoping to calm his anxiety.
"Sir," A voice interrupted him from his musings and he turned to see Hartley, standing just a few feet away from him, his face straight and professional, "The operation is completely set up, the courier carrying the gundanium alloy is on its way and all that's needed, sir, is for you to give the right away."
"Thank you, Hartley, you may go." He replied, pushing stray strands of greying dark hair from his eyes.
"Uh, sir? Don't you want to pass your remark, get the mission started quickly?"
"No Hartley, I think that it's best to keep to the initial plans as much as possible." He remarked, turning his head away uninterestedly; explaining himself became tiresome after a while. He was lucky that he had Adam; he was one person who could always understand him, or if not, had the wits not to question him.
He was a trustworthy soldier, perhaps the best.
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Adam crept towards the door silently, his gun cocked and silenced and his sturdy fingers wrapped around the cold steel metal, almost possessively. Twisting the handle carefully, he heard the steady click of the door unbolting from its place and he slid the cool stainless steel weapon into the belt of his trousers, covering it with his jacket, cautiously.
"Lieutenant Roster, Cromer would like to have a word-" with two jolts of his powerful index finger, the bodies collapsed into his hands and he let them slide, slowly to the ground, sure not to make too much sound from the fall.
Adam stared at his former allies, blankly. The people he had once called friends, now lay, drenched in crimson dark liquid, surrounding them in puddles, and dark gashes piercing through their thick jackets.
Had the bullets been fired from a greater distance, the Kevlar in their bullet-proof vests might have prohibited the steel bullets from penetrating their flesh, but at the close range, trusted proximity from which Adam Roster had fired the shots, the expensive suits were worthless.
With one last glance down to the corpses, he hauled them into the room and threw them into the corner, causing a startled gasp to emerge from Lafeia's faint lips.
Adam growled at her, not pleased, at all with what he had done, "Come on, don't tell me you've never killed anyone, and if I hadn't got them first, doubtlessly, they would have gotten you. Now come."
The raven-haired girl slipped weakened, pale legs from the twisted sheets on the bed and allowed them to brush with the soft-carpeted floor beneath her, and pulling herself to a standing position, she managed to balance herself with the wooden post of the bed, and nod her head curtly.
Adam rolled his eyes, and walked towards her, snaking an arm under hers and around her waist, however, Lafeia shrugged him off with a callous, calculated glare.
Adam stepped back, his hands warded upwards in a sign of 'no harm', "Fair enough, if you can make it yourself, walk to the door without falling, and if not, I get to help you."
"Fine." Lafeia retorted, pushing herself roughly off the post and stumbling over her feet on the first few steps. She found herself falling, unceremoniously, into Adam's strong arms and casting a weak, feeble glance at him. He threw her a look that alleged, 'I told you so', and she sighed, allowing him to support her light frame in his arms.
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"But sir, the sooner you get this over and done with, the less of a risk we are in. That thing in the cellar, he's inhuman, no human could possibly have such strength and still be in their late teens? He's not weakening, sir."
"Hartley, I trust that you know what you're talking about," Michael caressed his frustrated head with coarse fingers, drilling into the temples of his head, "but I also trust Adam, who said that everything is under control. He says that the most vital proposition in this game is to wait."
"Sir, no disrespect intended," Hartley protested, "but are you in dictating this situation, or is Lieutenant Roster?"
Michael growled at the man, hoping to send him scurrying, but he should have known better. Hartley was almost as strong and in control of his emotions as Adam was, and therefore he often stood his ground.
"Of course, I'm in control, you fool!" He exclaimed, not helping his throbbing head.
"It doesn't seem like it, sir. Please, it makes more logic sense to start the conspiracy now. Better late than never, and with that Yuy kid, you never know what might happen. I've heard rumours 'bout him. Supposedly, he survived a critical explosion from detonating his Gundam when he was fifteen. Fifteen, sir!" Hartley pushed the subject, yet his initiative words caught Cromer's attention, "I mean, if he could do that at that age, imagine what he can do now, three or four years later."
Michael groaned, as much as he was starting to feel threatened by Yuy's precedent actions, changing the plans was not on list of things to do. "Bloody hell, Hartley," He slammed his fist, violently onto the coffee table and stared up at the young man in front of him, who was unperturbed by his behaviour, "Go ahead then. Start it, but you better not let me down!"
A small, light grin traced its way across Hartley's lips at this statement, "Thank you, sir. I will not let you down."
I've got you now, Adam; no longer Roster's favourite man, are we? We're going to see who's lieutenant, after this.
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The silence in the hallways was almost threatening; she just couldn't understand where all of the soldiers had disappeared to, it was surreal for it to be so isolated. Usually there would be soldiers patrolling the corridors at every corner of the building, but she hadn't seen one yet.
"Why is it so empty?" she whispered, not wishing to disturb the silence.
Adam frowned and halted, shifting her weight in his arms slightly, as she rested her body against his, her legs threatening to give out beneath her.
"I'm not sure. There must be an important meeting, however, Cromer planned for that to be in another-" his eyes hastily flickered to his wristwatch, scrutinising the minute hands slowly making their way round the full three-hundred and eighty degree turn, "eleven hours or so. Shit, I hope there hasn't been a change of plans."
"Why?" she inquired, starting to feel suspiciously anxious.
"Because that would totally fuck with the system, leaving us, consequently, screwed."
Lafeia grimaced at his fowl use of words. "Well then, shall we not hurry?"
Adam jolted her sharply by shifting her weight in a swift movement.
"Ouch," she cried in a hushed tone, "What was that for?"
"Your attitude."
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"I'll need all of you on patrol this evening, plans have been shifted slightly and put to twelve – or eleven at the moment – hours in advance."
Michael looked out over the crowds, his dark eyes scanning across the crowd of nodding heads ahead of him, and missing one familiar face.
"Has anyone seen, Roster? Or Tyson and Morrison?" He asked the crowd. The response was negative… where could they be?
"Never mind, back to patrolling, I need the security to be heavy tonight, I have the feeling that we are going to be having a few more guests on the premises. So be extremely aware if your surroundings, these other pilots are just as skilled as the last, and there'll be approximately four more. Your duty is to take care of them as we arranged previously, using whatever methods you find suitable."
There was an agreeing murmur pushed through the soldiers as the grinned, maliciously at the thoughts of being the ones to eliminate the remainder of the gundam pilots.
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Adam pushed open the thick steel gates after taking out another one of his ex-comrades. They creaked in protest as he forced his weight upon them and after gathering Lafeia's weight under his arms once again, he proceeded in walking through the musty, dark and damp cells in search of one person…
Lafeia inhaled deeply, trying to calm her frazzled nerves and almost choking on the stale air in the process.
So much for calm, cool and collected, she thought.
She limped along, her body resting neatly against Adam's as she relished in his warmth in the cold atmosphere of the dungeons. The bitterness clawed at her fragile body and ripped her energy from her with a cruel chill.
As Adam slipped another key into a heavy, rusted padlock, she felt her stomach tighten and twist into knots as anxiety coursed through her veins.
The padlock clicked out of place and Adam cautiously pushed the gate open and cast a worried glance towards her, his eyebrows furrowed slightly and his eyes analysing her movements carefully.
"Go on then, quickly," he urged her, as she closed her eyes and with his help, walked into the room. Upon opening her eyes, she glanced around frenetically and saw… nothing.
Frowning deeply, she adjusted her eyes to the darkness in time to see a dark figure emerge from the shadows.
"About time…" the cold, distant voice drawled out as piercing blue eyes materialized, sharply, glaring into her as though trying to pierce through her soul.
She felt her knees buckle below her and her heart stop and almost give way in her chest, but a strong pair of hands clasped around her waist as she stared at her lost love. He was cold and remote, as if – in a way – he wasn't actually there.
"Whoa," Adam shot his hands around her waist quickly and balanced her body onto his so that her back was leaning weakly against his chest, "what are you doing?" he asked Heero, almost angrily, "We need to quicken this up, Cromer might have changed his plans; adjusted them so that they are earlier."
"What?" Heero snapped out of his daze and stopped staring at Lafeia to cast concerned eyes up towards the man who was currently holding her, "why?"
"I don't know, for some reason, I haven't been informed, but we have time against us now, which isn't going to help at all."
"Do you want to go and check?" Heero asked, as Lafeia gained her strength and stood on her own two feet, still looking rather pained.
"I can't…" Adam started.
"You have to – we need you to." Heero took Lafeia's weight and let the small girl fall into his arms, she regained her balance quickly and tensed under his grasp, but after a few moments, she relaxed and pressed her body firmly against his, her thin arms latching around his waist. "Have you got the device?"
Lafeia glared at the two men warily, unsure of what they were talking about.
"What device?" she choked out.
Adam and Heero both cast wary looks to one another, before answering in unison, "Nothing."
Lafeia scowled, releasing her hold of Heero and moving slowly to one of the damp walls and leaning against its cold surface. "That's not fair, tell me… What device?"
"Well… it's just part of the plan," Adam elaborated, guilt flooding his face from not have told her that part in the first place, "You'll see later, but right now, I don't have time" he leant forward and placed a chaste kiss upon her gaunt cheek, "good luck."
Lafeia watched as Adam avoided the gate and rounded the corner of the dungeons, slowly disappearing out of sight and into the shadows, before glancing at Heero, who was staring at her and frowning slightly.
"Don't think anything of it," She warned, catching the danger that flickered across his eyes, briefly.
"What?" he replied, almost innocently, however, there was only so far you could go with describing the perfect soldier, and calling him innocent was crossing the boundary.
"It was nothing, okay? Just an innocent peck on the cheek."
Heero scowled before grinning slightly and bending low to capture her in a passionate kiss. Lafeia's previous thoughts evaporated as the overwhelming strength of the kiss caught her heart in an almost painful twist.
Pulling away, she smiled faintly, kissing him lightly once again before adding, "You're the only one for me."
"Good." He replied, sounding pleased. Lafeia ran her frail hands tersely down his chest, but halted upon finding smooth skin. She stepped back and away from him before pulling him out into the hallway, so that she could examine him more clearly.
Her eyes widened in shock as the dull lights enveloped his body, revealing his bare chest to her and the purple and black bruises that were coating his exposed flesh.
"What happened?" she asked; her voice light and raspy as she trailed a thin finger across his bruised jaw line.
Heero coughed, and looked in the opposite direction, appearing as though scanning for guards, but Lafeia knew that he was avoiding eye contact.
"Adam, right?" Heero never answered, his silence lingered on before they heard footsteps echoing towards them.
"Come on, quickly," he grabbed her pale wrist and tugging her closely, they dashed down the corridor, as silently as they could.
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Adam slipped silently into the conference room, hoping to go unnoticed, but his hopes were set on fire as he ran straight into Hartley.
"Adam!" he cried, "back from tending to your 'pretty girl'?"
damn.
"Roster," Michael's voice beckoned over to him through the small room, "Change of plans-" he started.
Adam swallowed, hard, dreading what his next words would be, his hand glided into his jacket pocket, searching for the small, yet powerful instrument that he had managed to smuggle from the storage room and running his fingers over it, uneasily.
"- We're starting the mission, in any minute now, we will have four other gundam pilots roaming over heavily guarded grounds. They will be captured, and then, the executions will begin!"
The roars of approval were deafening to his ears, as Adam stood, his feet planted firmly to the ground and staring, shocked, at Michael as his words roamed raucously inh is mind… executions…
'The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.'– Virginia Woolf
Wheee wasn't that fun now? … haha, okay not really, the next chapter will be better, I promise.
Thank you guys for you precious reviews, as stated above, YOU ROCK!
Love yaz
Allura