Author's note: I know, I think this was one of the shortest chapters I've ever done, but it's sunny outside, my train of thought died and I'm gonna go swimming. XP I think that this series is almost to an end! Woot! This one and Freedom in a Cage are almost complete! Yeah! I think I've decided not to start any new stories until I finish off the stories that I still have going (other than Innocence, that one is on-going so I have no idea where it'll end)

Thank you everyone who reviewed!

Love, Red Tail

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Snowy Fears

By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)

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Chapter Fourteen:

Blood spilled from another wound inflicted on his body, the blood loss hitting him like a bullet as he fought to stay conscious, at least long enough to make sure he wouldn't scream in his sleep or a drugged stupor. He wouldn't let his captor's have the satisfaction of such a thing. Not even OZ could exploit a sound from him during their torture sessions. There was no way in hell he was going to let some high school student with an overly large ego get a scream.

"That's enough." Why did that voice sound so familiar? He managed to raise his head up, blinking in the light that was dimmed as another person stepped out, this time with burn marks covering his body and wrinkles from time mingled in. To say the least, it wasn't a very pretty sight.

Through his hazy vision, he managed to put a face to the name, vaugely wondering what had happened to distort his image so.

"So nice of us to meet again, 01." It was cold, holding more of an insane note than the last time.

"No so pleasant for me." He retorted back. The person chuckled, fingering the scorch marks marring the face.

"Since Zechs isn't here anymore, I guess I'll just have to deal with you, 'cause you're the next best thing."

"I won't tell you anything." Heero growled out through clenched teeth, eyes narrowing into a death glare.

"Oh," he replied back snidely, "I don't expect you to." He walked closer to Heero, pulling out a syringe full of some substance, a drug obviously but of what Heero could only guess.

He reached the bloodied body, suspended by chains and looking rather beaten up. Jason did a fine job. "You see," He whispered into Heero's ear as the teen struggled to get out of the restraints. As if that would work—Gundanium did wonders. "I have to get revenge for the destruction of Libra."

Heero snarled, "You'll die before you do, Quinze." The older man laughed.

He gripped Heero's chin, jerking his head the other way as he squirted the needle to make sure that there were no air pockets in the substance.

He put it into the nook of Heero's neck, getting the smallest of winces from the former Gundam pilot as he dispensed the substance into Heero's bloodstream.

He pulled away, Heero's breathing heavy as his body began fighting off the drug. "But," He ran a hand over Heero's chin, "I do want to hear you scream, though."

TBC