Well I know I switched points of view but I plan to return it soon. . Please Read and Review. Oh and in this chapter I make it a little weird/disturbing to some, with a character well…just read to find out. This chapter also is Rated 'M'. None of the characters are mine. Read, Review, Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Athrun ran into the bathroom to find Meers' naked, dead body sprawled on the ground in a pool of her own blood. Beside her, a blood covered dagger in hand, stood Athrun.

"What?" Athrun gapped as he saw a mirror image of himself. The only difference was those blood red eyes and his longer fingers'; otherwise it was like looking at his own reflection. He walked forward putting the tip of the blade to Athruns' neck backing him out of the room. Quickly he thrust the blade into Athruns' hand, smearing some blood over Athruns' fingers just as someone knocked on the door. The guy climbed in the air vent while Athrun finally snapped out of his trance.

"H…Hey!" Athrun had turned exactly when the door opened.

"I thought I heard a scream." A random worker on the Minerva asked as he entered, pausing as he saw the blood covered blade in Athruns' grip. Athrun dropped it, mouth working for an explanation but the guy was at the bathroom in an instant staring at the body.

"You…You've killed Lacus!" He spun on his heels, rounding on the stunned Athrun. "You murderer! Why? Why did you kill her, you sick jerk?" He left before Athrun could get out one word, seeking the authorities of the Minerva.

Athrun quickly dressed, grabbing his gun and climbed into the air vent. It was spacious enough for him to crawl. He moved as quietly and as fast as he could to get away unheard. He went left, heading for the hanger. He would be taking a mobile suit to escape.

As he left the vent, into the hanger, he slipped over to a near by mobile suit. He wasn't noticed until he was seated in the cockpit. On the communicator he was commanded to identify himself. He shut the connection off and put the lock on the cockpit door. He activated the rest of the system, aimed the gun, and blasted the hanger open.

The alarms in the Minerva set off as Athrun launched off the ship. Athrun headed off at full speed, determined to lose the Minerva. Although he was framed, he couldn't really prove it. There were no cameras in his room and there were no witnesses but him. This also gave him the opportunity, that deep in his heart that he wanted, to join the Archangel and fight on Kiras' side once again, with the boy he loved.

Cagalli knew his feelings. She broke up with him over the internet, which disturbed him slightly to be dumped that way but had still been friends. But now she was gone and he felt sad but knew she wouldn't want him to dwell on it.

Athrun guided the mobile suit below water and securely hid between mountains of rocks, shutting the system down so he would not be detected.

"Kira…"

Sudden alarms awoke the sleeping Extended's, which was hard in the first place for them to fall asleep in the beginning. Auel sat up, rubbing his tired eyes. "What's going on?"

The door slid open and Athrun hurried inside, at a slight loss for breath. "Athrun?" Sting struggled to sit up, his bruised ribs aching in protest.

"Not quite." He corrected, approaching Sting who had finally, successfully sat up, face slightly flushed. His body was having troubles adjusting to the special medication the Minerva were giving him for his wounds along with his normal drugs but Auel on the other hand was fine and ready to switch rooms but refused to do so without Sting. "I'm Athruns…I guess you could say…his 'clone'. LONE hired me to come and do a job so I did."

"LONE?"

"Love of Natural Existence. A new organization of Naturals fixed on making a world where Coordinators shouldn't exist and neither should Extended's. If you ask me, I could care less who lived or died."

"Why?" Auel pushed on, sensing the coming threat.

"Because I'm just a tool. Someone born to die. My life changes nothing in this pitiful world so it matters not if I die and I have no one to cry if I die. Life is short so why try to live longer?"

"Who the hell are you? What's going on?"

"I'm the toy, or tool if you must, that's all you need to know. And as to the sirens… 'Athrun' is wanted for killing 'Lacus', but it's me they're truly after and do not realize."

"Why'd you do it?"

"You are dense aren't you? I just told you why I'm here." He cocked his head to the side with a sadistic grin. "Otherwise this is to cause confusion in the Minerva. I was seen coming here so it won't be too long before this room is checked. About now Athrun is hiding somewhere outside the ship in hope not to be detected and caught."

"Why stay here if you know they're coming?" Auel stalled, seeing the boy before them pull out a gun, already off safety, long fingers stroking the length of the weapon.

"I told you I don't care if I die. Neither does LONE. Just as long as I kill Lacus and cause Athrun trouble. They don't know which Athrun is real…the one they find in here or the one who stole the Mobile Suit. It shouldn't take them long to figure it out."

Auel didn't like the way this guy looked. His eyes held a lust for blood or something far worse, he seemed heartless yet very much in pleasure. He turned and put the lock on the door before returning to the side of Stings bed. Sting looked for any form of device to defend himself but everything was out of reach to him and he was still in discomfort from his injuries and medications. Auel slid out of bed but stopped instantly as the gun was pressed to Stings throat. "Remain where you are or your boy here will die."

"I though you were here to kill us?" Auel shifted his weight from leg to leg, impatiently as Stings' life was being threatened.

"Oh yes but I don't have to, do I? Not if I'm caught first or killed, which I rather prefer. I'd rather play."

"Play?"

"Yes." He purred as the gun slid down Stings bandaged chest, stopping at his navel and rising again. He pressed down on this trigger and a bullet pierce Stings' shoulder. Sting shrieked out in surprise and pain, falling back into the pillows. Auel almost jumped forward if the gun wasn't now aimed in his direction. The trigger clicked back again and Auel fell to the ground as his thigh was cut. It didn't go through but skinned deep in the side. Meanwhile the tool leaned onto Sting, his tongue coming out and pressing into the cut flesh in his shoulder, a small moan escaping his lips. Sting shivered, biting his bottom lip to suppress a cry.

He moves so he straddled Stings hips, licking at the wound, sucking at the hot blood, loving the sounds of the green haired boys' whimpers. Athruns clone ran a hand across Stings chest, pushing hard so Sting flinched back, before he bit down on the pierce shoulder. Sting couldn't suppress his cry of anguish as teeth dug in and tugged. Auel cried out for the bastard to stop but he was idly ignored. Sting gasped as the gun pressed to his leg and another bullet pierced his body. The gun was put back into the back pocket, safety on, but instead he pulled out a blade.

"How do you like this? Doesn't it feel exotic?" Sting had tears flowing down his pale cheeks but he neglected to answer as the blade cut down his chest, through the bandages to his right nipple. The bandages were ripped away to reveal the bruises and scratching on his skin, halfway through healing. Slowly the blade drew blood as it trailed to the other nipple and then down his side and back up to his navel. Sting didn't scream but whimpered, fists caught up in the blankets as pain tore at him. Auel lay helpless on the ground, his leg not really injured that he couldn't walk but he knew not what to do. Sting would be killed if he neared so all he could hope for was that someone came for them. Sting gasped suddenly as the blade cut through the skin at his navel and coming out about an inch over then pulled back through like a piercing. A chuckle escaped the curled lips of the sadistic boy leaning over Sting.

"Beautiful." He hummed as he pressed his fingers to the wound, over the cuts and smearing the blood. He dipped his head, tongue sliding across the cut skin, tasting the fresh heated blood. The blade cut at the clothing covering Stings' hip and was easily removed. The blade dug into the skin on his inner thigh and Sting screamed, head falling further into the pillows, damp with sweat. Auel screamed out his frustration, swearing profusely. The boy chuckled and merely kissed Stings' inner thigh. Sting whimpered and struggled helplessly bellow the sadistic bastard, wishing for help that Auel wasn't giving.

"Stop!" Sting cried out as his member was grasped in the cold hand, Auel looking away. He heard Sting scream out and a shrill laugh from the torturer. Auel suddenly hear a knocking on the door, demanding entrance which no one moved to give. Auel was suddenly pressed to the ground, a knee digging into the centre of stomach, pushing hard.

"Stay put." The cold voice whispered into his ear, nipping harshly. Auel frowned, pulling away as the boy got off him and returning to the bed where he slapped Sting to get the boys attention. He pressed his thumb onto one of the cuts, his nail lifting the skin just enough to get Sting to cry out in a low scream of pain. Auel swallowed a lump in the centre of his throat as he quickly pushed himself up and leaped onto the blue haired boys back, arms wrapping tight around his neck, legs around the thin waist.

The boys immediately tried to shake Auel off then got a hold of his dagger and cut it down Auels leg. Auel kept silent, squeezing tighter. The blade cut his skin again and they fell back, Auel on bottom, the boy on top of him still trapped in Auels grip. Sting watched with half clouded eyes, pain flowing fresh through his cut torso and pierced shoulder as Auel managed to kick away the blade. A shrill laughter came again as the boy said, "I told you I don't care if I die, so don't be hesitate to suffocate me to death." Auel didn't want to do it because it would only satisfy the boy in his death. Auel loosened slightly, giving the most valuable mistake to his prisoner. The boy twisted bringing his hands up and wrapped his long fingers around Auels' neck, nails digging into the skin. Auel gasped out, pushing at the boys' neck and chest, scratching like an angry cat. The door slid open and a gun fired. The boy on top of Auel went limp, its' full falling onto Auel who threw it immediately off.

"Are you alright?" One of the soldiers said.

"Do I look alright?" Auel growled but shrugged. "Stings a million times worse. Get him help!" They immediately took Sting to another room where they would take care of him. The body was removed and Auels' leg was bandaged. The alarms were off now and status was lowered. Auel hadn't been given the chance to tell anyone about what he knew. When Captain Talia entered his room, he sat up, but was silenced.

"We know that, that boy who attacked you wasn't Athrun."

"I know but he was the one who killed Lacus, not Athrun. Athrun was framed."

"We know that. Now we can't find the real Athrun. He thinks he's wanted-."

"Wouldn't blame him." Auel interrupted but dropped his head as he saw her glare.

"As I was saying...We can't find him but we intend to contact him as soon as we know his whereabouts. But that's proving to be very difficult since he must have his mobile suits' system off so we can't trace it and he isn't making any movements.

"I'm sorry for the trouble you've been put through but we still need you to answer some questions." Auel nodded and allowed the interrogation to commence.

It had been over 2 hours since he left and he was quite sure he was safe. He waited another half hour before he reactivated the system and began to look for the Archangel. Within the next couple hours he managed to come across it only because it contacted him, asking him who he was and why he was alone. Athrun gave out his visual so they knew it was him and they let him board the ship.

As soon as he left the hanger into the main hall, stripped of his suit, he was hugged by Kira. "Athrun! I'm glad you're safe."

Athrun smiled, returning the hug. "I missed you." He was brought to a room where he was told them his story. He was allowed to join the Archangel, and was happily welcomed. He cleaned up and dressed in the blue and white uniform provided by Kira. As he exited the bathroom in the new uniform Kira was waiting on his bed. He rose and glided over to the dark blue haired boy. Kira ran his hand down Athruns' chest making the younger boy blush.

"You look very good in a uniform Athrun." Kira whispered, seductively as he ran his hands up Athruns' neck. He leaned in so his lips brushed Athruns'.

"K...Kira?" Athrun felt heat rush to his face, as Kira moved closer, pressing his knee between Athruns legs, and rubbing up and down making Athrun moan softly. Athrun felt Kiras erection press on his leg as Kira moved, guiding him so the back of his knees hit the bed and Athrun toppled backwards. Kira came with him, pressing his body on Athruns, lips connecting in a hard kiss. Kira felt Athrun gasp as he slid one hand under the blue haired boys' uniform, to touch the soft clean skin of Athruns' chest. Kira took that chance and slid his tongue into the surprised boys' hot mouth. He pulled back, only for air and to take the uniform off Athrun who helped Kira, half in a daze. He tugged Kiras' uniform shirt off but Kira planted another kiss but softer to Athruns' red lips then began kissing down his jaw line, neck, collarbone, sucking and bringing up a red mark on Athruns' soft skin.

Kira took one nipple into his mouth, nipping gently, sucking, and swirling his tongue around the peak. Athrun moaned, back arching to the wonderful ministrations. After Kira had pleasured both nipples he plunged his tongue into Athruns navel, causing the boy to gasp while his hands worked on undoing the belt so one hand could slide in and stroke the hard member.

Athrun gripped Kiras' soft brown hair, moaning as Kira sucked him, tongue swirling and then sucking suddenly hard. Athrun felt bliss.

Athrun lay in his bed, Kira lying on top, Athruns' knee between Kiras' spread legs. They had had sex and Athrun couldn't fall asleep as easily as his brunette lover. He couldn't stop thinking of what he'd done, what he'd seen at the Minerva and yet he was here now, safe and with his lover. But he knew Kira knee his worries and had tried to help him. It worked, Athrun had forgotten of his problem but he figured things would sort themselves out. He ran his fingers through the damp hair of his love, kissing the top of his head lightly, eyes sliding shut, and he slept.

Auel felt exhausted. He had finally explained all he knew of the imposter and what he saw and had stayed up, worrying sick about Sting until finally he allowed the nurse to persuade him to lye down. He closed his eyes and slept. He dreamt of LONE. Of what the people running it looked like and what they planned to do. He imagined them torturing him, cutting his body, beating him senseless and he awoke with a start. HE felt his breaths come in heavy gasps but he calmed himself, hugging himself, rocking slightly. He never remembered dreaming before, usually he just closed his eyes and opened them and it would be day but it was only 5:30AM, 4 hours since he last looked at the clock.

He slipped out of bed and left the room. He was barefoot, his white shirt and shorts kept him warm and he made his way down the hall, avoiding anyone who was up, which was about a couple people to watch for intruders or anybody else. He didn't know exactly where he was going, but he wanted to go somewhere, anywhere but that one room. He didn't feel like being alone but he wouldn't just go to anyone. He wanted Sting, or he wanted Athrun or Shinn. He met them once but he only ever met a few people aboard this vessel and he didn't want to go to some random person. He didn't know where Sting was put, no one had told him, but he had been informed that Sting would be alright, he was resting, and was finally adjusting to the medications.

Auel rested against a wall, pausing as he thought of what exactly he was doing. He was a guest on this battle ship, he was injured (though not badly anymore) and he was out of his room, avoiding anyone he came across, going nowhere in particular and acting suspicious. He shrugged and continued down the hall. As he passed a door it slid open and there stood Shinn.

"Huh?" Shinn said sleepily. "I though I heard something. Was it you?"

"Sorry." Auel said and felt himself fall. Shinn jumped forward, catching him.

"What the hell? Why are you out here?" Shinn cursed, dragging Auel into his room and plopping him on his bed. Rey sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"Shinn…?"

"Found him." Auel heard them talking but all he managed to tell them when they asked was that he didn't want to return to that room without Sting. He fell asleep shortly after, Shinn sleeping with Rey.

When he awoke, Shinn gave him a t-shirt and simple black pants and brought him to the cafeteria where they ate breakfast in silence then Shinn brought him to see Sting, leaving him there to go to training. Sting was still asleep so Auel pulled up a stool and sat beside the bed, waiting patiently while watching Stings' calm face as he slept.

Auel felt more at ease with Sting near him. They were the only Extended's' that they knew of and that was their connection with each other. They grew up together, playing games, fighting, and once explored each others' bodies in the Lab in secret. They were the best of their generation, the rest too weak, died there. Auel knew there were others somewhere. He knew eventually they might meet but with LONE still around, they might not get that chance since LONEs' identity was still unknown. They weren't letting anyone find them, but they did the hunting instead. That was their threat. Maybe that was the only advantage they held because maybe they weren't really that strong in numbers so they kept hidden and attacked suddenly. But if they sent another like that tool kid they were bound to mess up. That boy wasn't all that reliable. Or did they want them to find out? Was it to scare them? Or to confuse them? Or maybe they didn't know that he had failed to kill the Extended's.

Auel felt more uneasy the more he thought about it but he couldn't help it. He had never really been involved in such situations, never needed to know the details. But why now was this all happening? He felt a black hole in his stomach which made him feel more nervous, stealing his calm or hard exterior and replacing it with this new weaker one. Auel shook his heard, cursing under his breath. He must stop this foolishness. What was wrong with him!

Suddenly alarms went on and everyone was called to their battle stations. The ships shook as an explosion set off by as it attempted to intercept it. Auel held onto the bed side as he fell off the stool. "What the fuck is going on?" He swore angrily as he pushed away from the bed and went into the hall. He caught Shinns' arm as he ran past. Shinn spun angrily almost punching Auel. "What the hell is happening Shinn? Is it the Earth Alliance!"

"No! We don't know who it is. They think it's LONE!" He yanked his arm free and darted off down the corridor. Auel ran back in the room and hit the communication, punching in the numbers to contact Captain Talia.

"What is it?" She snapped, obviously not liking his interruption in a battle.

"Let me fight. Give me a Mobile Suit or ZAKU But I want to help!"

She frowned, looked as if to say 'No' but she nodded. She told him to get into a suit and get to the hangers. They would give him a ZAKU because they knew he had skill. He smiled, thanked her, and ran to do as bid. He felt blood pumping through his veins, excitement building as he was dressing, then as he got into the cockpit of the Zaku.

He was given an average ZAKU and he launched into the battle field, a whirl or lights, explosions and suits. The suits were the same colours as the others he and Sting had faced before but their weaponry was much more powerful and their skill seemed improved. Were they really Naturals?

Auel, despite some inner doubts, destroyed many of the suits, enjoying the thrill of revenge as it spread through his fit body, remembering each torture he lived through, all he hated and loved, what he was going to make them pay for.

He loved the feeling of being in a suit again, battling, killing but it felt somewhat empty without Sting by his side, his arguments about how foolish his moves were or when to pull back or that he was being too cocky. He shrugged it off for the time being as Sting was injured thanks to these bastards and that he would kill them. They would not escape this time. He shot through a cockpit of one, dodging the neck, shooting it through the head, then main body, exploding before him. He saw the Impulse, flying through, easily shooting down his opponents but the numbers kept coming, seeming endless and they had been fighting a while. He saw the Impulse switch to swords, slicing though the suits, seeing the White Zaku which was Rey shooting down the offending suits, guarding the Minerva. Auel like his Abyss better but he had been denied its use because it wasn't ready for battle. If he had attempted to he would be shot down almost instantly for its lack of power and repairs.

He felt like he was getting nowhere. The suits kept coming and he kept killing, an endless cycle that he so badly wished to end. He swore under his breath as he narrowly avoided a blow to the head, his ZAKU rocking slightly. "DAMN IT!" He screamed angrily, blowing up another suit but his energy in the ZAKU was running low and he need to return to get it back again. He slowly pulled back, disposing of the offending obstacles, his suit scratched up but nothing missing. He had fought worse, that being the Minerva when he was with the EA.

He was aloud to board as they quickly returned the energy to his suit, replacing his gun with a more powerful one, attaching a sword for him to use when necessary. He launched back out into the mess of battle.

TBC.

Whew. That took a while. Please review. I'd really appreciate it. Thanks. If I messed up on anything please email me and I'll change it (or improve). I hope to get the next chapter up soon. Please be patient.