A/N: Thank you for the reviews. I hope this chapter is to everyone's liking. And finally a longer chapter closer to the length of the first one! It is a little messed up just like all my other chapters are but that's why I named this story the way I did. Anyways…OH! There is some…well self pleasure in here so if no one likes reading that…I'll mention when it begins and have some kind of indication where it ends…Heh…heh just what I felt like writing at the time so don't come and hunt me down and shoot me or anything…

Twisted

Chapter Seven

Auel brought Rey to the nearest land that wasn't Earth Alliance controlled. Auel entered the Base where Rey's ZAKU was put into repair along with the Abyss while Rey was brought to the medical wing to bandage his wounds he received through battle. News had spread fast about the Minerva's destruction; god knows how they found out. Auel quickly discovered how. On the new their battle had been broadcast live by LONE and was being replayed now. It all looked like LONE had the upper hand and on some angles that the Minerva tried to make low blows but where never winning. It was true though. They never really were. LONE had come suddenly and the shock of finding the EA debris was still fresh in their minds, keeping them slightly distracted or paranoid.

Auel now felt the losses he faced as he lowered himself into a cushioned chair in the waiting room. His heart felt heavy in his chest and with every breath it felt like he was slipping away. Sting was gone, the only person he truly loved. He doubted he could find another and he didn't want to. He was going to stay alive long enough to see the end of LONE. He had no one left to protect, not Rey. He didn't know the blonde well enough and he didn't care for him in the slightest. Auel brushed away the nurse that he didn't realize was talking to him and rose. He left the building. He wondered around aimlessly, going no where unparticular but that didn't matter. He didn't want to go anywhere.

What caught him off guard next was Athrun. In the entrance to the mall Athrun stood with a pained look on his face. Suddenly he spun on his heels and ran. Auel felt no really need to give chase but he did anyways. Athrun was acting oddly and it wasn't in Auel's nature to really give a damn.

Athrun twisted around the busy people with odd ease while careless of any complaints, Auel shoved through. Athrun took the next exit out of the building and through the parking lot, almost getting slammed into by a car in reverse. Auel slipped past, the driver honking angrily but Auel thought nothing of it as Athrun darted into the nearest alley. For nearly 15 minutes they were winding through the back ways, avoiding thrown trash and either gaining or loosing distance between each other until Athrun made his mistake. He took a wrong turn and ended up in a dead end. Before he could scale the back ladder to the old apartment building Auel thrust his arms around the blue haired boys' waist and threw him to the ground. Athrun didn't make a sound when his body slammed heavily into the dirty hard ground; his eyes only showed the pain Auel knew he felt. Auel knew Athrun wasn't in the right state of mind when Athrun began to kiss him. It was rushed and hard but still made it proper. Auel sat up from his position in which he had thrown himself on top of Athrun when he threw the boy to the ground. Athrun came up with him, his arms wrapping tight around Auels neck, lips crushing together, yet Auel tried to push the coordinator off him but somehow he found he couldn't. His energy was depleting and soon he saw two. His eyes fuzzed out of focus and he lost consciousness.

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Auel frowned as he felt warmth against him. He snuggled closer not wanting to loose the comfort he was feeling. The sent was Stings and OH was it wonderful. And the fingers rubbing up and down his spin sent a nice tingly feeling through him and he didn't want to let go. He hugged the form closer, smiling into the warmth against his face. His body felt relaxed and soothed, like he was in some lost paradise where it was only Sting and himself. This world where no one used him, took away his memories, made him fight like a worthless, dispensable toy. This place was a place he wished to stay.

He knew it was a dream. He knew in reality his love was dead and that LONE was the cause and he would destroy LONE if it meant his life. He so wanted to join Sting in the other world of the dead, where these things in life couldn't reach him, to tear him apart.

But as he finally felt himself drifting out of sleep he cried out and tried to hold onto the world but it slipped away and he was in an old dirty cell that smelled of wet stone. Auel lifted his stiff body, feeling his bones ache at the movement. His head throbbed with a fresh headache from lying on the hard ground. He looked about the small room that held nothing but a small blanket that was tangled around his feet. He quickly dislodged the blanket and looked at the barred door. A man stood leaning against the wall opposite him, watching with a half-amused, half-bored look about his face.

"Do you know how long you've been crying out "Sting! Sting!" in your sleep?" He sneered and Auel felt a flush of anger and embarrassment rise to heat his face. Auel wanted to lung at the guy and strangle him until that cocky look disappeared from his face. But Auel didn't budge; he pushed away the emotion from his face and moved out of line from the door. He sat against the wall with the blanket wrapped around him, feeling the cold in the cell and against the stone. "Why? Why Athrun?" Auel asked, more to himself than the man outside the room. The guy chuckled and answered.

"Athrun has no choice, so there's no need to blame him. We're controlling him."

"And that's what you're going to do to me?"

"No, my dear, we're not." He laughed again. "I don't fully know what the plan is for you. Probably a public execution." Yet another cruel laugh. Auel growled under his breath then buried his face in his raised knees as he hugged his legs close to his body for warmth. He next awoke to the rattling of the rusty door sliding open and the man entered. Auel struggled to get to his feet, his legs numb from sitting so still for such a period of time. The man stood before Auel, a glint in his eye. In his hand he held a lead-pipe like that a cop would use. He lightly hit it against the wall as he came to stand before the blue haired boy. Auel kept as much emotion from his face, but he couldn't help the scream he emitted when the pipe came in contact with his head. He crumpled to the ground, hands clutching his aching head. "You filthy Extended!" He hit Auel in the shoulder and Auel fell to the side. He rolled away from the next blow, much to the mans dislike. He swung his foot out and it skimmed Auels' hip as he rolled again. Suddenly he swarmed on top of Auel and he was fisting Auel in the head and chest. Auel shielded his head the best he could but with each blow he felt dizzy and a wave of pain, and blood seeping into his mouth. His lungs wheezed for air, and he gasped and sputtered out blood, but it was becoming excruciatingly difficult. The weight on him helped none. Auel fell into unconsciousness again and this time it was welcome.

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Athrun regretted luring Auel and then knocking him unconscious with the powder that he had kept in his mouth. All he had to do was make lip contact and break the plastic the held the powder confined. He made sure that it poured out into Auel's mouth and he knew he succeeded when Auel went limp. Athrun felt tired but he forced himself to stay awake. He maneuvered so he leaned against the wall and pulled out the pager and he didn't remember anymore what he had typed but it was an automatic punch in code and soon a car came and picked them up. Auel had been separated from Athrun when they got to Unatos' house where he was to be brought to the cells in the lower basement. Athrun hadn't been there yet but he was glad he hadn't. He wanted to go though to be with Auel. With someone he knew and with someone who could help him. But no, Athrun had his own room now. It was small but a lot better than a cell. Also a lot better than the room aboard the LONE ship. The bed was much more comfortable and he could actually see properly in here.

He no longer was under control, the device in his neck was temporarily deactivated and he could move on his own although his body ached and protested. He felt overworked but they kept him that way so he was less of a threat. He knew that as soon as they had control and more power they'd no longer have the need of him and kill him like a bug under a very large shoe. Athrun relaxed into the mattress pulling the sheets over his body, and over his head to hide the tears that were streaming down his pale cheeks. His stomach growled for food but he didn't want to eat the food they had provided him. Honestly, he felt like dying but he knew he hadn't the strength to break something to make a sharp point and cut his throat or wrist. Maybe he could hang himself? But what could he hand from? There was nothing on the ceiling he could use and his window was barred. But he still had that feeling that it wasn't his time to die yet. No, he had to live. He had to see Kira again. He had to save Auel. But the look of despair he had witnessed on the boys face when he caught his attention before the chase was so sad that he realized Auel didn't have much to live for. Auel was an Extended and what Athrun knew of them was that they only knew how to fight and kill as commanded but he had heard that Auel and Sting were a couple and that they had loved each other. Sting was aboard the Minerva and now both were gone and Auel was left alone so Athrun now debated whether Auel would even want his help.

Athrun pushed it aside and drifted into a short sleep, waking a few hours later when it was approximately midnight. He roused himself and entered the bathroom that they provided him. He pulled on the tap water to the bathtub, making it extremely cold. He was still half asleep but what he was doing felt automatic but he knew it was of his own accord that he was doing it. While the tub filled up he stood and took a look at his reflection in the mirror. His face was pale and deathly looking, as if he had too little sleep-which was true- and thinner-he had lost some weight in too short a time. His hair was greasy and longer, probably grown faster due to the stress he was feeling and the abnormalities his body was being forced to endure. Had Cagalli gone through such an ordeal too? Athrun turned back to the tub which was about an inch from overfilling. He quickly shut it off, letting his hand slip down so his fingertips brushed the icy water. With out really thinking, he felt like he didn't need the use of his thoughts anymore, he stripped down to his boxers and slipped into the water. His body jerked involuntarily at the icy liquid and shivers raked his form. He hissed but slid down until he was fully submerged. His head pounded and his body screamed as a burning sensation swooped throughout his body, now growing numb. His thoughts became a rush of random words thrown together in a high pitched scream that pierced his ears and scratched his skull. He couldn't feel his body any longer and his lungs began to demand air as he restrained them bellow the waters surface.

Suddenly a spark shot in his neck and as his eyes widened under water he saw the water turn reddish. He forced himself to sit up but he forgot that his body was too cold and demanded more of his numbing limbs. His hands clawed at the rim of the bathtub and he finally gulped in air as he sat although the air felt like sharp knives stabbing into his skin. He tossed his body over the side and onto the bath mat that felt prickly against his cold, reddened skin. He groped upwards, until he saw his fingers grasp the towel as he couldn't feel it, and pulled it so it fell down, covering his back and head. He managed to wrap it around his body in haste, then as he held it closed with one hand, sitting on his legs to help his heat (which he wasn't sure his body could give) he groped the back of his neck which was the only real part he could feel next to his fingers which he could slightly feel. His fingers scraped gashed skin and a hot liquid that began to subside from its sudden flow out. The metal piece which had been embedded into his neck and to his spine was detached. But the flow of blood didn't match what should have been coming out. It wasn't removed properly. Athrun looked into the water through the bloody mess and saw a black glint of the piece on the bottom. With a gasp he plunged his hand in and got it along with unhooking the plug so the water emptied out slowly. He grabbed the second towel with whatever strength remained in him and hugged it to his lower body while the water finished draining. He pulled the tap on again (still sitting but leaning over-somehow it was in reach to him) and let it heat up. He ran his hands and lower arms under the hot water until he felt the sting of the heat before pulling back. With a great sigh and a heave he was sitting on the side of the bathtub and his feet were underneath until the feeling, too, returned to them.

His body ached and he longed to feel warm again but his body was just recovering from the sudden shock he had put himself through without really thinking it through and somehow the cold water has done something to the device in his neck to dislodge it. Amazing what one could do when you become desperate and afraid. Now wide awake and feeling a little better Athrun dragged his body out to the room where his only other pair of clothes offered to him lay sprawled on the floor. Thank goodness it wasn't any higher because he couldn't trust his legs if he tried to get up. Sloppily he got dressed which took a total of ten minutes-far too long in his opinion. Someone was bound to check on him soon. The device was probably being recorded and watched somewhere to make sure of no malfunctions. By the time he had finished Athrun managed to sit back up and with much effort and strength in his arms, he hoisted himself onto the bed. He crawled to the top where the nightstand with the tray of food was placed. He greedily wolfed down the meal, although a little stale it was food to him and he needed all the strength he could get. He figured since no one had come yet that the monitor watching it was either asleep, absent, or not on watch or no one was on watch.

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Athrun waited a half hour, rubbing feeling back into his body, buried under the heat of his blanket which was surprisingly thicker than he realized or it was just the fact that he was cold. His body felt better and he began to enjoy the feel of his hands roaming his flesh, rubbing here, pinching there. He slowly slipped his hand between his legs and felt the heat there, the welcome touch of his fingers as they rimmed his entrance before pulling his hand back to his now hardening cock. Athrun slowly began to stroke, arching his back against the mattress and his hand. His other hand slowly sliding up his gray plain shirt and found a nipple which he pinched and massaged gently, moaning at his own ministrations. He got rougher, enjoying the friction and the way each touch sent a warm sensation through his warming flesh. His cock throbbed with heat under his stroking hand and he felt himself close. He began to become impatient and his pumping became more urgent and harder. His nipples were hardened under his other hand but he let his hand stray down his stomach, fingers circling his navel before his spread his legs farther and dipped his hand in his pants and boxers to go past his other hand where he found his entrance and he lightly pressed his fingers there. He wouldn't penetrate, he didn't want to, but just the rimming of his fingers was enough to make him come. With some embarrassment for reasons unknown he stripped of the soiled pants and boxers to get into the pair he had worn before which he had to climb out of the warm sheets and put them on in the bathroom where he had carelessly left them.

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His body felt much more relaxed and standing on his legs felt firm. He jumped a bit to test his limbs but he was fine. Thank heavens he was a coordinator and he recovered fast. He circled the room then returned to the door. It was a normal door but it was locked. Athrun thought for a bit then returned to the bed where he threw the sheet on the ground and lifted the mattress so it leaned on the wall opposite its frame. Athrun worked for a bit to unhook some of the metal pieces and bolts where he took one which was extremely small to use to unscrew the bolts of the door. As they all came undone, the door remained up, much to Athruns' pleasure. He then moved to the next phase of his plan. In both hands he held some bolts; about 6 each then with some difficult he held two ends of the blanket. With care not to trip over the blanket he moved to the door and kicked it down with one easy swing of his foot.

As he expected his door was guarded but only by two men who had both moved to block the entrance but Athrun quickly flung the blanket up, their eyes becoming distracted as it fell over their heads, shielding their vision. He quickly flung a bolt individually at the two panicking figures struggling bellow the sheet, each bolt nailing them square in the foreheads, with each enough force to make a child go demented but since he had done several to each of them in very close spots on the head they fell to the ground, twitched and went still. Athrun quickly looked both directions in the hall; no one. He pulled back the sheet to see their bloody heads, eyes wide open and dull with death. He took them by their heels and dragged them into the room. He clarified that they were indeed dead. He stripped one of them and donned the outfit, pulling his hair into a ponytail, using the elastic the guy had around the newspaper that stuck out of his back pocket. He pulled on the black hat and made sure the two guns he had (one in the gun holder attached to the belt, the other he'd carry) were fully loaded before he left down the hall, carefully avoiding halls where he heard whispers of patrols. He didn't look for an exit but for a way down to the cells where Auel would be kept. Finding a way down took some time due to the watchmen at the stairs. Athrun finally decided that he'd have to take some out to get to where he was headed.

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Auel next awoke to find the cell door opening again. It was much darker this time and he sat up with effort, his arms feeling like they were going to buckle under his weight that he put on them, his head pounding and dried blood cracking on his face as he yawned. To his surprise it wasn't the person who had beaten him before. They were shorted and they walked with precise care. Auel shot a look past him and on the ground past the door was that person, lying in a pool of blood.

"What the…" Auel's head shot up to the person as they stopped and crouched down to his level. They tilted the black hat up to show their face. "A...Athrun Zala?" Auel stuttered in disbelief.

"Yes, no shushhhh." Athrun pressed a finger to Auel's lips for extra emphasis. Auel nodded weakly, and then fell back slightly dizzy. Athrun caught him, arm around shoulders and helped him to stand. Auel was shaky but he could make it. With little words spoken they exited the cell and stepped over the dead bodies, which Auel found Athrun had killed to reach him. Athrun gave him his second gone and Auel accepted it, taking it off safety and they made their way down the hall and half way up the stairs before they came across anybody. At the top of the steps, a man was strolling by, seemingly unaware of the missing men that were now currently lying at the foot of the stairs dead. They froze instantly, guns ready but the man didn't even take a glance their way and just continued on. The two boys released their breaths when the mans' footsteps disappeared off in the distance, both unaware they had even held their breaths. They hastily climbed the stairs, both looking opposite directions but the hall was deserted.

It was only when they neared the main entrance to the house that someone stumbled upon them.

"Hey, who're you?" Athrun looked back over Auels shoulder and quickly told Auel his plan. Athrun ran to the door while Auel spun and killed the man in one shot. The man crumpled to the ground and then they heard another pair of footsteps rushing towards the sound of the shot. Quickly they left through the front door, running down the driveway, ducking and occasionally shooting back as men fired at them from the house and from the main gate. While Auel defended from the rear, Athrun shot off the men blocking their path. The only injuries they took were cuts from bullets scraping their arms or legs but not enough for them to notice in their adrenaline rush and determination to escape. At the gate Athrun hoisted Auel over then flipped over himself. Together they ran, no one having caught up with them yet. They heard the shots cease as they neared the main road and to the intersection from the main road and the small short road that lead back up the way they came which was basically still the driveway but the gat was up nearer to the large house. The streets were primarily deserted but they kept running, entering the subdivision and looking hopefully for a house with a light on. With no such luck they cut through a catwalk and then a bit farther down the next street into another cat walk where they found a street with tones of cars. They saw a house with all it's lights on and a faint buzz of music that came from inside. A party.

The front door opened and a tall red haired young man about 21exited the house with one of his buddies, a shorter black haired Goth. Quickly the two boys forced their exhausted bodies over to the two who looked wide awake and sober. The two males looked towards Auel and Athrun as they stumbled near.

"Hey, you two don't look so great. Holly shit! You're both bleeding." The red haired exclaimed as he saw the cuts on the boys. "Hey-" He glared at Athrun. "Are you from that LONE group!"

Athrun glanced down at the uniform he was disguised in and looked back up, shaking his head. "We were…" Athrun hesitated looking at Auel who merely nodded, not trusting his voice, then continued, "Captured. I was forced to do things against my will and I had captured my friend here. I managed to escape and rescue him and now we're both...trying to…" Athrun collapsed and Auel struggled not to do the same. The redhead slid forward and took Athrun from Auel while the Goth maneuvered so he stood beside Auel.

"It's okay. I've got you." His soft, quiet voice startled Auel but the voice was relaxing and sexy. He rubbed Auel's arm and Auel too allowed himself to collapse into the Goths' arms, his head resting against the Goth's shoulder as he was taller then Auel. Auel closed his eyes as exhaustion took him.

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Well that's it for now. This chapter was a little harder to do since I wasn't fully sure what I wanted to happen. Anyways... hope you enjoyed it. I hope the next chapter won't take so long. (I can't necessarily guarantee it'll be as long-I don't have designated lengths for my fics)