"Oh my god, did you hear that crash!"
"It must have been Chrissie, she said something about trying to stop Anya from screaming…"
"…You aren't sayin she tried to kill her, are you?" Another girl gasped at the thought, Vicki narrowing her eyes as they walked along with Mr. And Mrs. Shevvington.
"Do you know what she was screaming about anyways?" Sara, another student, questioned with her arms crossed.
"She was afraid," All eyes turned to Dolly who smiled sweetly at them. "She doesn't like the ocean. She says the waves are gonna come for her."
"That's to be expected…Didn't you hear about her boyfriend, Blake?" Gretchen whispered, "Island Children are cursed I tell you, insane the lot of them."
"I heard that she pushed him off the cliff!" Vicki chimmed in, flicking on the lights as they entered the kitchen where the screams and crash were heard from in the first place.
"Mrs. Shevvington…?" Dolly questioned with an eloquently raised eyebrow and a confused look in her eyes. Chrissie was staring at they wide eyed from her spot on the floor.
"…Yes, Dolly?" Mrs. Shevvington stopped what she was doing, mainly glaring at Chrissie with all her worth, and smiled shortly at the little girl pulling on her dress.
"Is that cella door supposed to be opened?" All eyes flashed between Chrissie and the cellar door, the teen gaping like a fish out of water in response to the accusative looks from her class mates and friends.
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"Heero…" Someone was calling him and for some odd reason, he felt like someone was holding and shaking him. A heavy pressure was released off his chest and he felt as if a great weight was lifted off him, allowing him to take deep breaths. "…Heero!" The same voice, mingled with those of other's reached his ears.
He groaned and opened his eyes, vision blurry before he blinked away all the groggy feelings he had. 'No emotion, no weakness.' His mind chanted like some many times during the war.
His head was pounding and he could make out the image of people around him and someone, or some thing else. He tenatively reached up and placed a hand on th bak of his head. A sticky substance smeared across his palm and fingers, dripping slowly like a leaky faucet from the wound.
"Are you all right?" He nodded, instantly welcomed by the jolt of pain and decided it wasn't a good idea to try and move his head. What had he landed on anyway? His memory was hazy, something about a girl…'Relena?' his mind supplied, screaming to him for help.
"Relena…" He whispered before collaping once more as the pain pulsed through his body and stole his consciousness.
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"I swear I didn't do it!" Chrissie protested from her spot on the couch, the other girl's already retired to their 'sleeping chambers' for the night as Mrs. Shevvington declared them. "I did't push them down into the cellar, why would I?"
Mrs. Shevvinton sighed while rubbing her temples, feeling the headache already coming on. "Every time that an incident has happened, you seem to be involved or be at the scene." She glared at Chrissie, "Don't you find that odd?"
"I didn't do it." She sternly said, straightening her shoulders and looking like a soldier fresh out of the war and certainly not giving in to the lies being fed to everyone about her.
Mr. Shevvington snorted at her, crossing his arms once more, "This is serious, Chrissie. We cannot have you hurt one of our boarders ust because you happen to be jealous of that fact that he has friends and things that you don't."
"What!" Her eyes were wide with anger and pain as to the words he just spoke, "I'm not jealous of him!"
"Perhaps Anya then, she seems quite upset over the whole thing. She was getting along so wonderfully until you made this whole stunt and forced her back into her…condition." Chrissie winced at the word they dubbed her with. After twisting and warping her mind, they merely said that she had a condition in front of them.
She wouldn't let them get away with hurting another. Val, another island children that was like Anya, had been forced into a mental instituition, dubbed by Mr. Shevvinton as 'unsafe and in need of treatment.' Everyone on the island back home thought they were saints.
"She…didn't push us." Mrs. Shevvinton jumped out of her seat to help Heero to be seated onto the nearest thing in the room, which happened to be the couch Chrissie was sitting on. "I heard Rel…Anya scream and then…" He frowned, not qutie remembering what had happened after that.
"…And?" Mr. Shevvington questioned, looking intently at the brunette youth.
"I…don't remember…" He gingerly touched the white gauze wrapped around his head to comver the wound they had patched up.
"Heero, sweetie," He ignored the pet-name she tagged on with his name. "It's best if you get some rest. Tomorrow's Saturday so you can take it easy. I called the doctor and he said it was nothing to worry about and it should heal in a day or two."
She grabbed his arm and pulled him up gently, escorting him back to his room.
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Vicki grinned in the dark when she heard his foot falls and the door close. Mrs. Shevvinton was so nice in letting her, Gretchen, and Dolly sleep in the room next to his. The beautiful blue walls were dark in the night, the waves crashing against the cliffs below.
'A gundam pilot and now a student going to my school. Papa always did say I deserved the best…perhaps I can even make Relena Peacecraft, miss sugar and sweet, a little jealous…' She thought with another wicked grin.
"Uh…humh?" A grumbled voice said, "Hey…Vic, why are ya still up…?" Gretchen questioned with bleary eyes. "It's all most midnight…" She grumbled out between her slow-moving mouth.
"Oh, nothing," She sighed, "Just couldn't sleep." And with that, she turned over, facing away from Gretchen and fell into a deep sleep…
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"I'm worried about Heero, we haven't seen hide nor tail of him since we saw him leave in that SUV." Duo said with crossed arms, looking worried at the table.
"Do you think he left the organization?" Quatre questioned as he nibbled on his lips. Faint dark circles were under his eyes, the new threat to peace taking a toll on the blonde's sleeping habits.
"No, he would have told us." Duo protested, slamming his hand down onto the wooden conference table.
"But that wouldn't seem very Heero-like if you ask me." Trowa inputted, closing his eyes also as he tilted his head downward. "He's the kind who would just disappear if he would want to."
"Yuy would be here helping us with this new threat, not disappear and forget all about it." Wufei retorted back, crossing his arms and snorting gruffly.
The door clicked as the handle was turned, swinging open to reveal a worried, and tired Relena. She smiled weetly at the former pilots, walking into the room as she gently took a spot near Duo and Quatre. Wufei and the other's nodded to her presence.
"So, how's Heero?" She questioned, getting suspicious at the flinch she got from each of the pilot's when they heard the name 'Heero'.
Her eyes darkened and she looked each of them in the eye seriously, "Where is Heero? What's going on?"
TBC
Author's note: Well, horselvr518 managed to convince me to update (I also updated 'A Perfect Collection' awhile ago) though it took a while to write it. Woot! It's three pages though (erk…I think). Anyhow, currently, just got back from the book store and got a great new manga called 'Cross' I love it! The person kind of reminds me of Duo and Heero put together.
To people: UPDATE YOUR STORIES! I'm getting so bored with school work and no one updating and stuff like that…urg… uu
Well, hopefully I'll managed to get Relena and Heero together after all of this. Thanks artgirl150 for the great idea! I'll be using one for the storyline later on in the story!
Auf Weidersehen and I'm so happy people like this story. Gott sein dank es ist Freitag!
Liebe, Red Tail