Chapter 04: High School Hell
Heero's eyes widened as he moved Chrissie out of the way of the bullet. He couldn't have her die yet, she was still so young, being only thirteen!
Chrissie let out a surprised yelp as Heero shoved her out of the way and shielded her with his body.
A shot rang and Chrissie let out a scream and Heero felt something warm course down his arm and then another shot fired. Something trickled down his leg. Another shot fired, but it shattered the light, and he felt a knife slash at his stomach as he fell to his knees.
Chrissie was behind him, stumbling around to see or do anything after hearing the bullets, trying to find Heero.
The shadow was about to bend down and do something when footsteps sounded in the kitchen and the door opened.
Heero weakly made it to his feet and dragged Chrissie up the stairs and onto the last step, leaning against the wall.
She felt something wet stick to her clothing, but ignored it, not hearing the labored breaths of her newfound friend. Something clattered to the floor but she didn't pay any heed to it.
Something was wet on her back from Heero's body. She figured it must have been the seawater. 'After all,' She reasoned with herself. 'These caves can lead to the cove.'
The clock on her digital watch ticked off the time. Seconds that seemed like hours passed as they sat there, waiting for Anya to open the door, sometimes shouting for her.
Sleep took their world as Heero did his best to stop his blood from running even more. That bowie knife cut him deep, and he swore he would make the cowardly bastard who did this pay dearly.
The door opened and both her and Heero fell backward onto the kitchen floor, Heero's blood which was sill coursing out of him made him weak and groggy as he tried to process in his mind what happened. The crimson fluid coming out of his body pooled slightly on the kitchen floor.
Chrissie, Christina of the Isle, was covered in his blood.
She looked up as her mind was faster at processing all that happened because she wasn't going weak from bleeding to death, and she was staring into the faces of Michael, Benjamin, Dolly, and Mr. And Mrs. Shevvington.
Mrs. Shevvington gasped when she saw Heero's condition, how he was trying to adjust his eyes and understand the twisted speech, which he knew he could understand somehow, come from their mouths. What were they saying?
"Heero!" Go call an ambulance!" Michael rushed off to the telephone as Mr. Shevvington, who had yet to meet the handsome young boy bent down to try and see if Heero could here them.
"Can you hear me?" He questioned, noticing the dazed and confused look in his eyes. He glared at Chrissie and then looked back at the suffering young teenager. "How many fingers am I holding up?" He tried as he put two fingers up.
Heero looked at the hand in front of his face, looking at the blurred six fingers disrupting his view. He couldn't respond, but he could hear the darkness coming to steal his awareness of this world.
He had to hang on, that bastard or whatever it was in the cellar could still be down there! He had to hold on...
"The ambulance is coming!" Michael shouted, telling Benjamin to drag Dolly away from the sixteen-year-old injured boy.
Anya came into the room carrying a tray of tea and Michael caught it before she dropped it, gasping and her face paling at the sight.
"Hang on, Heero!" Mrs. Shevvington urged him, whispering encouraging words to him.
Heero's eyes became focused as he realized he was still bleeding, he jerked his body upright at this, gritting his teeth and the other gasping at how he was still able to move.
They had no idea that he was a Gundam pilot, and a perfect solder, meant to ignore pain. This was a lot on his body though, usually he got medical help either by people at the base he trained at or him treating himself.
The paramedics slammed the door open, the gust of cold air making him shiver involuntarily. Chrissie jumped to her feet as they took in her bloodied clothing that had been stained. They gently as possible, lifted him onto the stretcher and carried him off as the Shevvington's and the other children piled into the piled into the car to follow suit.
The sirens blared as they rushed the critically injured boy to the hospital.
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At the hospital:
Doctors rushed him into surgery, hoping the wounds hadn't gotten infected as they gave him blood from their bank so that he wouldn't die of loosing so much more than he already had.
Hours seemed to pass for Chrissie (who had changed into new clothes) and the others while they were waiting for the news of their boarding friend.
Chrissie realized this was another one of their plots, another one and she wasn't sure if Heero would believe her or them.
He was strong, so much stronger than she was. She knew she would have died of pain if she was shot twice, hit with shards of glass from the light bulb and slashed at with a giant knife, which turned out to be more of a kitchen knife than a bowie knife.
A doctor came out of the surgery doors as the neon letter went off, showing they were done.
Mr. Shevvington ran up to the doctor with his wife by his side after ordering the kids to stay in their chairs. "Is he all right?" Mrs. Shevvington asked with utmost concern for the handsome young boy.
"Yes, he'll be able to leave tonight, but you will have to give him at least one nights bed rest and go easy on him. This is a lot of stress on is body. We've sewn up the wounds and taken out the bullets. Luckily, nothing was deep. Sometimes shallow wounds can bleed more than deep ones when they are hit in certain places."
"Oh." Mrs. Shevvington said quietly, biting her fingernail on her thumb in concern. "Can we go and bring him home right now?"
"Yes, he'll be asleep for a few more hours because we had to dose him on a lot more sedatives than needed. He wouldn't be knocked out it seems, but he's in perfect physical condition!" The doctor sounded amazed, but got back his serious tone. "I suggest that the police try and figure out how this incident was brought about."
"Yes doctor." Mr. Shevvington spoke, glancing at Chrissie out of the corner of his eyes, "Thank you for your help."
"It's no trouble at all, Mr. Shevvington!" The doctor bowed his head a bit. "I'll get some paramedics to transfer him to your car."
"Thank you once again." The doctor nodded and went off, getting ready to put the boy into their vehicle.
"Can I sit next to Heero?" Dolly asked quietly.
"All right, but only if you don't disturb him." Mrs. Shevvington said quietly.
"Man, he's so cool!" Michael whispered to Benjamin, who nodded. "He gets shot twice and stabbed with a knife and he's still able to sit up after loosing so much blood!"
"Can I sit next to him too?" Michael asked Mrs. Shevvington.
"Can I?" Anya asked quietly, shocking everyone there.
"I forgot to give him his jacket." She whispered.
"Of course Anya you can sit next to him." Mr. Shevvington told her, glaring at Chrissie who wanted to sit next to him more than anyone there. "Chrissie, we have to have a talk when we get out of here."
Chrissie looked away and then at the ground as they left for the car. Heero was placed in the middle of the back seat next to Dolly and Anya. He didn't even respond to anything, clearly dead to his surroundings as his head fell forward, eyes closed and breathing deep and soft.
Anya's eyes softened at the sight of him, thinking of Blake. Her Blake was off somewhere; she had to see him again.
"Anya." Mrs. Shevvington spoke from the front seat. "We want you to start up school again, so you can show Heero around and all. You are he only one close to his age."
"All right." She obeyed without objection like a doll doing what it was told to do.
They turned off the highway, hitting a sharp bumb that crushed Heero against Dolly. He winced slightly.
Dolly was trying to get him of her small body, telling Michael and Ben to help her, they were going to reach back when Heero's eyes flashed open, their emotionless prussain eyes flashed with slight pain as Dolly pushed on one of his wound marks.
He managed to get up, Dolly apologizing over and over again for hurting him.
Mrs. Shevvington looked back, startled at how early he had awakened. "Heero! Are you all right?" She spoke with concern.
"I-I'm fine." He said through gritted teeth as he was thrown forward slightly from the sudden stop. Mr. Shevvington fumbled around for something and found a sedative that the doctor gave him incase he woke up too early.
Anya looked at how Heero refused to take the medicine, stating her was fine now and the others looking with concern and the two boys looking with an air of interest in their eyes and hovering over them.
Anya grabbed the pills silently, the others not knowing what she did as she pulled Heero to look at her. She shoved the medicine in her mouth without his knowledge and pulled him in for a quick kiss as she used her tongue to pry his lips open and shoved the pill in with it. He had no choice but to swallow as she broke the kiss to give him air.
Everyone was speechless. "A-Anya..." Mrs. Shevvington said as she realized that there were children in the car.
Heero's breathing was heavy and his eyes became unfocused as the sedative was dissolving quickly in his bloodstream, and he fell forward, once again dead to his surroundings.
Leave it to the doctors to make sure the pill would overdose him and send him out for more than an hour in his condition. Probably the rest of the night.
"What just happened?" Dolly questioned while looking at the limp form of Heero on Anya's lap. He was completely knocked out now.
"I get it!" Michael said, grasping what Anya did. "She took the pill and when she was kissing him, shoved it in his mouth so he had to swallow it!"
The others realized this now as everything made sense and Anya looked out the window meekly, acting like a doll once again.
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The next day at the Schooner Inne:
Heero jerked his eyes opened and sat in an upright position. He was flooded by sunshine of the recently opened curtains. 'Where am I?' He wondered deep in thought and then remembered where he was, a little town in Maine.
"Hello, Sleepyhead." Mrs. Shevvington said cheerfully. "Do you want to go to school today? My husband has made it so that, like in most High school's, all the grades are mixed in, so you'll have Christina in some of your classes and Michael, and Benjamin. Maybe Dolly too for she's a bright little lady."
"I'll be down in two minutes." Heero said, calculating the time he would have to get ready.
"Wonderful," She smiled and left the room.
Heero didn't even feel the pain from his wounds that were like a paper cut. He got out of the bed and dressed in dark blue jeans and a black shirt with lettering on it saying 'Green Day' and a picture, etc.
He grabbed his side backpack and threw it on his left shoulder and headed down the stairs, grabbing his Linkin Park hoodie along the way. Anya still had his jacket, but he didn't mind.
"Hi, Heero." Chrissie said smiling at him, ignoring the glares she got from the two adults.
"Hey," He said to her, acting as though nothing had ever happened.
"How are you feeling?" Mr. Shevvington asked between a sip of coffee and looked over the newspaper to the teenager.
"Fine." He got an eyebrow raised at this. "No, really. I've lived through much worse." He said, instantly regretting the last sentence.
"Lived through much worse?" Dolly questioned with interest.
"Yeah, something of the sort." He said, getting up and getting ready to head out the door.
"Oh, don't you want me to walk you to school, or Anya can." Chrissie said, getting up too, wearing her pink sweater.
Pink. That color, it didn't suit her, Chrissie he meant by that. She would have looked good with a green, but it was the color that reminded him of something. He missed her, his angel. He remembered all the times she decided to wear a pink sweater for him. Relena.
'This boy has secrets...' Mr. Shevvington thought while drinking his coffee and pretending to read the article his eyes were one, though he glanced more than twenty times in a minute back to the young man.
"Sure," Anya appeared in the doorway, with his black coat in her hand and she was wearing a blue miniskirt and baby blue tank top with a knitted blue sweater over it to keep her warm. Her long black hair was combed nicely with waved in it as it touched down to her knees, making her look beautiful.
"Good morning." He greeted her, and she smiled at him.
"Good morning to you too, but I must return this to you." She said, giving him the jacket. She didn't have one of her own. Heero realized, just the sweater against the frigid cold.
"It's all right, you keep it. For now that is." He told her, turning away to the door while grabbing the wallet he left on the counter while he was grabbing an apple to eat for breakfast.
"Are you coming?" He asked Chrissie out of the corner of his eyes, which sucked her in to their sea of waves inside their depths.
(A/N: Don't worry readers, Relena and the other's still love him and he likes Relena, not Anya or Chrissie, or will he?)
"Yeah," Chrissie grabbed her coat, mittens, and scarf and put them all on in a rush. She tried to hide the blush on her face.
"Can I come? Heero can you walk me to my classroom?" Dolly questioned, Michael and Benjamin left earlier today then all of them to meet with some friends.
"Sure," Heero smiled slightly at Dolly and Chrissie walked up to him as did Anya and Dolly.
'They all look up to him for his strength. He's their barrier and the rope that ties them down.' The two adults thought, glancing at each other.
"Make sure that you go to the office and get your schedule." Mr. Shevvington called out to Heero as they left the house.
"This is going to be fun!" Dolly cried out as she grabbed Heero's hand.
He blinked in shock; someone wanted to hold his hand? Maybe he could live like a normal teenager here...The incident down in the cellar long forgotten.
"I for one can't wait until I see my friends." Anya said with a slight smile.
Heero glanced at her and then Chrissie who was silent to their excitement. "What about you?" He asked, Dolly swinging his arm.
"Nothing really." Chrissie told him.
Dolly wanted Heero to carry her, even though she was about eleven years old. He looked down at her and smiled a bit.
"Dolly, you're much too big to be carried—"Chrissie was about to say but noticed she was no longer on the ground, but hoisted high on Heero's shoulders, giggling and catching some of the falling snow.
"Doesn't that hurt?" Chrissie asked in awe. He was so strong, she could tell when he was wearing that white button up shirt, but he was also thin.
"No, I've lifted heavier things, trust me." He told her simply.
"Oh," She smiled at him and began to join in the conversation, feeling nothing could harm her.
Then they made it to the school. Dolly managed to drag Heero to her class, away from the girls that were swarming him. He had worn the best fashion around, (yes, a hoodie and dark blue jeans that were too long and skater shoes) and was handsome to boot.
He headed off to the office with Anya who was becoming quite popular once again and saw her friends and hung out with them after getting her schedule.
"Hey!" Jonah called up the Chrissie. "Who was that?" Jonah was her friend, almost her only friend.
"Heero he's boarding at the Schooner Inne also." She said, hiding the blush on her face with ease. She was getting better at that.
"Oh, so what do you say we get going? Don't want to be late for English, now do we?"
She loathed English. Mrs. Shevvington was the teacher and she always tried to humiliate her or someone else.
She sighed heavily and nodded, heading off in the direction of the classroom.
Mrs. Shevvington greeted her with an evil look in her eyes. "Well, Christina, so wonderful for you to join us." She said coldly. "You are late."
"But—"The door to the classroom opened and Heero walked in with his backpack, which everyone was allowed to carry around, and was wearing his Green Day shirt.
"Oh," Mrs. Shevvington said with a smile, obviously forced. "We have a new student class. He is a junior, being sixteen." She turned to Heero. "Please introduce yourself."
"I'm Heero Yuy, it's a pleasure." He told them, ignoring the gaping and drooling mouths from every girl in the classroom and the guys were saying 'hey' and 'yo'.
He instantly fit in, and Chrissie was happy she knew him before they did and she could tell him things he would believe without him thinking she was 'yarning.'
"You can sit next to..." She looked around the room to see who would have the privilege to sit next to him. "Vicki." She smiled at the look on the girl's face as Heero proceeded to the empty desk next to her.
"Hello." Vicki said, grinning and ignoring the look that Gretchen, her best friend, gave her.
"Hello." Heero said, he was seated in the back of the room. He leaned his chair back and crossed his arms, before letting the chair go back on all fours. He cracked his knuckles and got out some paper and a pencil.
Vicki was amazed at how strong he was, and that he wasn't an Island boy, plus he was older.
Mrs. Shevvington broke her thoughts as she once again made them write an essay. "A brief essay," her voice was as cold as the wind howling outside. "on January daydreams. One or two adjectives. Nothing dull. What you daydream about on the longest, darkest days of winter."
They all started as the clock slowly ticked away their time. When they were told to stop, Vicki and Gretchen were told to collect them as always.
The teacher leafed through the papers, looking for one to pick out for someone to read aloud. Everyone except Heero held his or her breaths.
"Christina?" She looked at Christina. "Please read yours to the class."
Chrissie stood up in front of the class who let out the breaths they had been holding. Chrissie could take Mrs. Shevvington's punishments better than they could. At first, she was shaking. Gretchen broke out in laughter, but Heero's glare silenced her though she wouldn't stop stalking him like the other girls. She was shaking still, but her friend Jonah and then Heero silently encouraged her to go on as she regained her composure.
"'My January Dream. By Christina Rommey." She began. "I have cabin fever. The snow, the cold, the ice, and the early dark are like demons. I am going winter mad. The sweater I put on so eagerly when the first cold wind came up in September had the prettiest patterns. It was cozy on my shoulders. Now the same sweater is an instrument of torture. My January dream is of burning all my winter clothes. I have worn all the same heavy sweaters and the same flannel shirts week after week after week. In my January dream I light a huge bonfire in the middle of a field of snow. We throw our old boring winter clothes into the fire. Then we feel a thousand times better, and we can laugh all the way through February.' " She said, expecting applause to this, but got nothing of the sort.
Vicki screamed in laughter next to Heero, who flinched visibly and she felt sorry for him for sitting next to her. Jonah didn't say anything, but listened as they criticized his friend.
"Then you'd be naked all the way through February Christina!" Vicki howled with laughter as some others chuckled.
Gretchen looked at her with false pity that was shallow. "I have a thirty-four sweater collection that I haven't even started to show off yet, how many do you own?"
After they were done discussing her wardrobe, she was about to head to her seat when someone spoke coldly, and it wasn't the teacher. Someone from the back of the room.
"I disagree." Chrissie raised her head to see it was Heero who had spoken. She blinked in surprise. So did the teachers and the others. No one dared object the teacher or her pets Gretchen and Vicki.
"What?" Vicki and Gretchen asked at the same time.
"The assignment was to write about your own winter daydream, was it not?" He questioned. The others looked at him, waiting for him to go on. "Opinions are what each own people have towards something personally, unless you base them off of someone else's work. Christina stated her own opinion clearly, giving reasons as to why she thinks this way and criticizing someone's opinion is just like claiming it's false. Opinions cannot be false since everyone is entitled to what they say and their own beliefs. It would be as stupid as laughing at someone who has a different religion than your own."
Everyone was dumbstruck as the teacher blinked in surprise.
"Besides," Heero continued without emotion or any look of self-satisfaction, "Everyone was to write with adjectives and not have anything dull, so it would create interest. Christina's writing had many adjectives and was wonderfully written to bring the reader to envision what she described clearly so they can be placed in the setting and mood of the story. It was a wonderfully written essay, Christina." He said clearly and looked her in the eye squarely, showing that he wasn't afraid of the teacher like other's were.
"Thank you." She smiled a wide lovely grin that brought out her dimples and soon everyone was applauding her, encouraged by Heero's outburst to state their own opinion.
The teacher stared at Heero for a moment and then dug his paper out without glancing at it.
"Heero, your turn now." She gave him his paper as he walked up to the front, the girls eager to listen.
"Are you sure?"
TBC
Author's note:
Extra long chapter for all my readers, thank you to those who've read this! . Red Tail