Author's note: Here it is, after a long wait (and long time period) this story will hopefully be finished with this chapter. After much stress and headaches, interim's are out and my parents have yet to kill me (gasp!) and now… I smile as I type this and hope it will be a conclusion for yet another one of my stories.

Thanks are given to every reviewer and reader for this story! Sorry for the long wait on this chapter! I hope that you enjoy it!

Love, Red Tail

Snowy Fears
By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)

Chapter 014: To Peace

A hand clenched, causing the subordinates to look up at the leader of their group. Slowly, all eyes turned to a badly scarred and burned old man, Quinze.

"Boss?"

"He destroyed my dream," the man, fueled by hatred, growled. His eyes were burning with hatred and fire as he looked at the unconscious bloody pilot hanging by chains. His eyes narrowed, "He destroyed my battleship and the colonies hopes at freedom forever."

A cough interrupted the man's speech. Quinze paused as he looked at who interrupted him with cold and icy eyes before continuing on, "Make him scream."

The people around the table grinned, wide and cold smirks spanning from cheek to cheek.

"Sure thing, boss." The occupants at the table stood, a squeak and squeal of chairs resounding in the otherwise vacant room.

Quinze grinned and reached into his pocket, removing a cigarette. He closed his eyes and smiled to himself, hearing the men throw hits at the human punching bag to wake up the old war hero.

He exhaled, opening his eyes as he watched the smoke billow around him. His eyes gleamed maniacally, "Here's to peace."

…

The wind howled as the SUV rolled to a stop, snow hitting the windows and sticking. Relena wrapped a scarf tightly around her neck and zipped up her jacket further and wiggled her fingers. Nestled in warmth, she took a deep breath and opened the door, the others in the vehicle following suit.

The snow and cold air assaulted her as well as the other four Preventers. She turned and looked at them through the snow glare.

"It's right over there!" Quatre pointed, a shadowy haze signaling the house and their destination.

Nodding, Relena set off in that direction, careful of her steps. The waves from the ocean below sounded like screaming demons as they crashed against the jagged cliffs on the inn where Heero was housed—or where he was supposed to be housed.

"It's so cold!" Duo complained, hoping to lighten the solemn mood that fell over the group as they reached the doorway to the inn.

Relena knocked, and the door opened…

…

A cold laugh erupted from Quinze's throat as he stood from his chair, walking over to the panting teenager. The smell of sweat and blood filled the room.

Reaching forward, the older man's glove hand grabbed Heero's chin roughly, jerking the teen's cold and glaring eyes to meet his own.

He blew a puff of smoke into the youth's face, making the former pilot pull away on instinct. Quinze tightened his hold. Leaning forward, he whispered with a grin plastered on his face, "The fun is only beginning."

Heero spat in the man's face.

Pulling away, he wiped the spit from his face with disgust and snapped his fingers. The subordinates grinned and brought up knives, chains, and other devices.

Heero glared.

…

Relena and the other four dashed back to the waiting SUV after they learned of Heero's disappearance.

A chirruping noise filled the space of the car. Quatre gasped as he dug through his pockets.

"What is it, Winner?" Wufei questioned, arms crossed as he looked up from his spot in the back seat, unfortunately next to Duo.

The driver pulled the vehicle out of park and moved forward, slowly driving back to the town.

Quatre poudly produced a cell phone and flipped it open, talking to the caller.

"Who is it?" Duo questioned, leaning over the seat with a curious look on his face.

Shushing him, Quatre returned his attention to the caller. He stiffened slightly, his face becoming stern and grave at the same time.

"Yes, I understand." He hung up.

Silence fell over the car for a few moments.

"Who was it, Quatre?" Trowa softly questioned, choosing to first ask the blonde and break the silence.

"Lady Une."

Duo groaned, getting a reprimanding look from Wufei, who snorted.

"Duo," Quatre said, "You might want to bring out the black suitcase."

Duo perked up, "The black suitcase?" He questioned, looking interested as well as concerned.

"What's in the black suitcase?" Relena jumped when a black suitcase landed on her lap. Blinking, she looked at the other pilots before opening the zipper.

Wufei reached forward, grabbing a long black object from the case.

Relena's eyes landed on numerous firearms and knives of all kinds. She gasped and looked at the others.

Wufei pulled a sword from the long black object.

Quatre's voice rose over everyone else's in the vehicle. "We have orders from Lady Une."

…

Heero coughed, blood trickling down his lip and onto his chin. He panted, trying not to breathe too deeply as he felt one of his cracked ribs rub painfully across his left lung, scratching it.

Quinze continued to laugh, ringing through Heero's ears louder than the sounds of his flesh being torn, louder than any of his bones breaking, louder than his heartbeat.

Pain coursed through his veins.

All movement ceased as pounds were heard on door. Eyes turned frantic for the occupants as they scurried about, trying to hide the evidence of the splattered blood on the wall.

Heero continued to hand there, numb and almost dead to the world. He never cried out—not once.

Wood splintered as the door was thrown open, letting in the intruding shadows as well as snow that billowed into the room like frost demons.

The cold bit into Heero's flesh. His breath was visible in the now cold air.

Laughing, Quinze lifted a gun.

Shots were fired as Heero's tormentors fell with cries of pain and shock.

Heero thought he heard Relena's voice over the madness and mayhem.

"For peace!" The old scarred man snarled, firing the gun at Heero. Trowa aimed his gun, bringing the once thought dead-man to the ground, a pool of blood swirling around him.

Heero looked down after silence fell over the room except for the howl of the wind.

He saw blood trickling from the bullet wound and saw his vision darken and sway.

He coughed lightly, blood coming from his mouth. He saw Relena, crying and running towards him. It was getting harder and harder to breath, as if each breath took a toll on him. Each became shorter

Funny, Heero thought distantly as his mind began shutting down, he hadn't even felt it…

OWARI

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Love, Red Tail