chapter two! so now, as you can see, its gonna be followin' heero now... :D
Heero crouched in the shadows, gun at the ready. He was just outside one of many side exits to the OZ facility, waiting for his partner to escape.
Duo had said that he was fine over the comm. link, but something told the Wing pilot that his lover had been lying.
Heero kept quiet, however, waiting for Duo to speak. If the Deathscythe pilot was in a bad situation, he couldn't break the other's concentration.
The silence was maddening. The need to know if Duo was okay or not was killing him… metaphorically of course.
Heero's resolve was beginning to crack. It was hard to keep himself from reaching up to the mic to ask what was keeping his lover. He was just about to speak when Duo's pained, almost inaudible whisper crackled through the headset.
"Heero, I blew it…"
His voice sounded so broken, so… despondent.
Heero nearly jumped as he heard his lover speak.
A moment later, Duo's pained grunt came through the headset, and he knew that the Deathscythe pilot had been knocked unconscious by whoever had captured him. In the next second, the speaker became full of static as the headset was crushed on the ground. Heero plucked the devise from his ear and turned it off, knowing it was useless now.
The Wing pilot was upright immediately. Despite his soldier instincts' desperate need to complete the mission, no matter the cost, he had decided long ago that Duo meant more to his being than the success of one mission.
It was a little tricky to get back into the building, but Heero managed to not get caught.
The Wing pilot should've known this mission was a little too much for just the two of them. The facility was simply too huge.
The first stage of the mission was to sneak in and disable the building's security systems. After that, the two had to set up bombs around the base. All of that went smoothly; it was just getting the hell out of there that had screwed Duo up.
Heero ran down the halls of the OZ facility. He had no clue where in the building Duo had been captured, but he knew what to look for to find the prison cells… given they didn't murder the Deathscythe pilot before he got thrown in there.
Heero grimaced, listening to a small group of soldiers whispering around the corner where he was hidden.
"…what he deserved. Damn rebel."
"Exactly. We ought 'a kill that rebel punk now. He doesn't look like the type to squawk 'bout their plans."
"Well even the stubbornest whore will give in under enough 'pressure'."
All three men stifled cruel laughs, clearly displaying their malicious intents.
Heero couldn't take it. He bolted around the corner, nearly barreling into the guard closest to him. The Wing pilot reached up, jamming his fingers into the pressure points at the back of the soldier's jaw. The man instantly collapsed, letting out a pained moan.
Heero then jabbed his elbow into the chest of the next guard, knocking the wind from his lungs. The man went to the floor after a strong kick to the groin.
The last soldier fell as Heero knocked his legs out from under him. Finally drawing his gun, the Wing pilot lifted the guard up by his collar and pressed the end of the gun to the man's chin.
"You have ten seconds to tell me where that rebel you captured has been taken," ordered Heero, voice as cold as ice. He then lied to the soldier, feeling nothing except hatred as he did so, "I'll let you live if you comply."
Afraid for his life, the guard stuttered to speak, "H-he was taken to the prison cells… but there'll be nothing left of him once you get there—not like you ever will…!" as the soldier continued to talk, he got braver, but a small amount of added pressure from Heero's gun squashed that courage.
Satisfied with the man's answer, the Wing pilot took his gun from the man's chin. However, just as the guard relaxed, thinking he was going to make it out of this alive, Heero shoved his gun into the soldier's mouth and pulled the trigger. The man's mouth effectively silenced the bullet as blood splattered.
Heero took off down the hallway, leaving the dead and incapacitated soldiers in a crumpled heap.
The Wing pilot knew where to find the prison cells, he just wondered if that soldier had been correct. Would Duo be dead once he got there? Would Heero even make it there without getting caught or killed…?
No.
Heero mentally stopped on that thought, cutting it off completely with his iron-strong resolve.
Duo was alive and Heero would rescue him. End of story. Mission accepted…
Mission accepted.
The Wing pilot slipped into the shadows, waiting for a group of soldiers to pass by. Normalcy was beginning to replace the panic.
Heero rushed down the corridor, determined to get the prison cells as fast as he could manage. This was a mission after all. At least, that's what he told himself.
It took longer than he had anticipated to reach the area where the prison cells were at. Just as he was a few corners away, Heero came to a dead stop, cobalt eyes wide.
Pained, anguish-filled cries were echoing through the halls. It was Duo, without a doubt.
The Wing pilot forced away the visions of the torture he knew his lover was going through. He tried to block the cries from his ears, but it was impossible.
Heero continued down the corridors, following Duo's tormented voice.
As the cries became closer, the Wing pilot felt himself losing focus. His wall of resolve was cracking under the constant blows from Duo's agony-filled cries.
He didn't think or plan clearly before he burst into the prison block. He wasn't prepared as the guards that were crowded at the door to Duo's cell, laughing and watching him be tortured, noticed him. He couldn't react in time as they shot their guns at him, many of their bullets wounding his body.
Heero inevitably sank to his knees, but only for a moment before he rose and retaliated. Ignoring the bullet in one of his legs, the Wing pilot rushed forward and jabbed his gun into the stomach of the first soldier, pulling the trigger the moment metal made contact with flesh.
Heero paid no mind to the bullets in his own stomach and took down the next two men.
Another bunch of soldiers ran out from the cell; one of them had blood on his hands… Duo's blood. He was going down the most painfully, decided the irrational part of Heero.
Not even paying close attention to his actions, the Wing pilot shot down a few of the other soldiers. Crimson blood was splattering everywhere; a classic murder scene in the making.
His own bloodied hand drew the combat knife from the sheath at his hip, its shining blade glinting red in the reflection of blood. Heero raced towards the last guard, slashing out at him with the knife.
Cobalt eyes were nearly consumed by rage as he cut and cut again at the soldier, backing the man up against the wall.
Heero couldn't stand the thought of what these men had done to his precious Duo. He had to make these men suffer, namely the one who had obviously hurt him. The part of his mind that was still able to think during all this dreaded what he was going to see when he walked into Duo's cell… the beaten, bloody, lifeless form that he knew the cruelty of these soldiers had created.
It terrified him. The human heart within the 'Perfect Soldier' that loved Duo with every fiber of its being was terrified beyond belief of what it would find in that cell.
Heero continued to slash at the guard, tearing so much flesh with every strike. It was finally when a particularly large drop of hot blood splattered onto his cheek, that the Wing pilot finally snapped out of his murderous stupor.
Before the dying soldier could collapse to the floor, Heero lodged his knife into the man's heart and pulled it out. He sheathed the deadly weapon.
Not bothering to wipe the blood from his face or register any of the pain of his many injuries, Heero made his way to Duo's cell.
He stopped just before coming to the doorway, pausing to pull up his emotionless façade. He had to steel himself before going in there, before facing what his cruel mind had visioned would be left of Duo once he got there.
Heero walked into the prison cell, forcing himself to ignore the sight of what he had dreaded.
Duo was part lying by, part sitting against the far wall of the cell, a hollow look in his once vibrant eyes.
'There's not much time…' Heero thought as he knelt by his fading lover. He continued to hold up that stoic wall in his mind; he couldn't have a breakdown now…
He let his hard, emotionless eyes scan Duo's body for visible injuries. His frown deepened as he saw that his lover's pants had been roughly unbuttoned; he didn't want to think about what came after that…
Blood was everywhere. Matted in Duo's beautiful braid, hidden in his black stealth outfit, stained on his pale skin. This sight scared Heero.
He gently picked up the limp pilot into his arms, shaking him carefully, "Duo…"
His violet eyes seemed to glow as they slid open a bit more, trying to focus his vision enough to see; he couldn't even make out his lover before him. The light that had been shining in those beautiful orbs only hours ago was nearly extinguished now.
Taking the small amount of time that Duo was still conscious as an opportunity, Heero gently pressed his hand on the other's body, trying to figure out where he was wounded.
The Deathscythe pilot tensed, head falling over the other's arm, as Heero placed his hand on the bullet wounds in his stomach. Even the gentle touch burned like white-hot fire.
Heero frowned and removed his hand. He could just barely make out the torn fabric at both of Duo's shoulders.
He didn't need to see more. His own wounds protesting, the Wing pilot shakily rose to his feet.
Heero ignored his worry for Duo and he pushed away the lightheaded haze that was creeping upon him. He had to stay focused.
He ran through the halls, away from the prison cells. He didn't come across any guards; they all must've been watching Duo's torture. Heero scowled.
As soon as the Wing pilot made it to the next floor, however, he had to hide from the OZ soldiers again.
Duo was still limp in his arms, barely conscious. His eyes stared up at nothing, and his body was motionless. His breath came in shallow, uneven rasps.
Heero felt himself starting to fade, if only slightly. The pain and blood loss were just beginning to take their toll on his body. He couldn't ignore all of that forever.
Duo's usually light body was starting to grow heavy in Heero's strong arms. He had to get out of here soon…
With an inaudible grunt, Heero shifted Duo so that he was slung over his left shoulder in a fireman's carry. Taking his gun from the strap on his other shoulder, the Wing pilot was ready to fight off anyone who stood in his way.
Peeking around the corner, Heero bolted into the next hallway. By now, the place where he had come in was getting close.
Heero blinked away the haze that was creeping in at the corners of his vision and hurried around another corner. The bullet in his leg screamed with every heavy step he took, but he didn't have the time to walk with a limp.
Growling silently, the Wing pilot hid as several soldiers marched past. They apparently hadn't noticed Duo's disappearance yet… but they would soon; as soon as guard shifts changed, that is.
Heero was forced to his knees a moment later. Not by a soldier, however, but by his own weakening body. He nearly dropped his gun, reaching up to cover his mouth as he silently coughed up blood. His cobalt eyes were wide as pain exploded in his stomach; there were at least two bullets lodged there.
Shakily, slowly, Heero rose and continued on his way, Duo still limp at his shoulder. The exit was only moments away…
Heero limped through the darkness, having finally made it out of the building, but not off the facility grounds. He could hardly ignore the pain anymore… his wounds were simply too severe.
He had been forced to cradle Duo in his arms once again, as he was growing weaker by the minute. The Wing pilot needed to find a safe place for them to hide before he collapsed.
Heero's cobalt eyes scanned the darkness for any place to take refuge.
Finally, the Wing pilot found a small, out of sight, gap between two buildings, somewhat near the outer edge of the facility. He limped into the narrow alley; going in as far as he could before sinking to his knees.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, Heero placed Duo on the ground in front of him. Picking up his gun, the Wing pilot intended to protect Duo until he could gather enough strength to get the hell out of there.
The soldier in Heero, the part of him that was ingrained so deep, so hard to deny; told him to simply press the detonation button now and end the mission. That part of his being didn't care if he, or Duo, lived or died; all that mattered was the current mission and its success.
Heero put a hand over the bullet wounds in his stomach, willing away the pain. It didn't work; not like he had really expected it to in the first place, though.
With a grimace, the Wing pilot steadied himself against the wall as more blood came to his lips, making him nauseous. Darkness clouded his vision shortly after and, despite his best efforts, the lightheaded haze took over his weary mind.
He couldn't… hold on… any… longer…
Cliffhanger! yay!
ha. so heero rescued duo, but was it all in vain? are they both gonna get found now? *snickers evilly* one answer says 'oh, you know me too well, i cant resist a bad ending' and the other says 'there's no way i could do that to them'. heheheheheee XD
well, c'ya! *slinks away* until tomorrow....