Author's Note: Once again, the violence returns and this time it should beat the previous fight with Isley. Not holding my breath on it yet but I'm feeling pretty confident right about now. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Warning: language, violence, death

Feel the Heat

Heero had never really been one to obey commands from someone he didn't know. In fact, even teachers had trouble getting him to do his classwork but somehow he always made A's. Now, when this stranger, Solo, had just told him to get out of there, he had been tempted to ignore that but with everything that had been happening in the past twenty-four hours, he was not inclined to be in a rebellious mood.

So, he had scooped up both Relena and Dorothy and had gotten the hell out of there.

And maybe not a moment too soon. As soon as he was out of sight of those guys, he could hear the destruction begin again. Like a catalyst, that only prompted him to speed up his flight until he was close to his house, in an area of town that hadn't been touched, at least not yet. He kicked open the door and dragged in the two girls with him before slamming the door shut and locking it.

Only then did it occur to him that a lock might not be any help.

Just look at the situation: there was Solo who could most likely break the door down by punching it, there was Duo doing whatever it was that he had been doing while not acting like his usual self, and then there were those other guys, one of which could burn the house down around their ears if he felt like it.

Never before had he ever felt so helpless and so outclassed. When it came to adversity, the most he had to worry about would be the rival football team, located in a town about a couple hours' drive from here.

Speaking about driving, perhaps it would be a good idea to get the hell out of dodge until this all blew over, maybe go to the convention his parents were at. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. No it was a great idea. The sooner they left the better.

"Heero? Are you even listening to me?" he heard Relena's voice and he had to come back to address his thoughts to the two girls who were looking at him expectantly.

"Did you say something?" he asked.

"Relena just asked what we were going to do," Dorothy told him, apparently getting over her strange lethargy. "Since you saw fit to take us here, what are we going to do?"

"We're leaving," he stated. As he marched into his room, going straight to his desk where he began to rummage through a drawer, ultimately pulling out a set of keys. Having turn sixteen only a couple months ago, his parents had thought to be responsible enough to have his car, which had been their present to him. Even though it was a pickup that wasn't the cleanest thing around, it was still his. He had to prove to his parents that he deserved a newer car, like a Convertible or a Honda, and it would be with this pickup that he would prove it. Now, however, it was going to be their getaway ride as they hauled ass out of Boulder.

"What do you mean we're leaving?" he heard Relena demand, confused at his abrupt answer.

"Precisely that, Relena," he answered as he returned to the living room. "Do you think we're safe here with those guys in town? We need to get as far away as we can, while we are still able. Grab what you can now and let's go." Acting as he preached, he immediately began rummaging through his mysteriously depleted pantry, taking out anything that would be able to last them a few days. "Dorothy?" he called out. "Can you go into my parents' room and search their wardrobe? I think they have some emergency cash in there."

Placing what he had in his arms onto the table, he opened up a cabinet and drew out a trash bag. Opening it up, he began tossing what foodstuff he had taken out into the bag. Glancing up, he noticed the pile of clothing that Dorothy had bought for those two guys yesterday and took out another trash bag which he tossed over to Relena who was standing still, trying to come to terms with what was going on.

"Bag those clothes," he ordered. "We might need them later."

"Heero?" Relena questioned worriedly, the girl never having seen this side of the Japanese youth before.

"We don't have much time Relena," he stated, digging through cabinets and taking out canned foods, making a mental note to grab a can opener while he was at it. "We gotta get out of here, quickly."

"You heard him," Dorothy's voice spoke as the blonde girl returned to them, taking the trash bag out of Relena's hands and proceeding to stuff all the clothing on the floor in it. "We're almost out of time."

Coming out of her stupor, Relena nodded dazedly and bent down to help Dorothy out.

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Fire blasted after Solo as he nimbly dodged out of the way at the last second. Rolling on the ground and getting to his feet, he glared at the black-haired boy who was balancing two fireballs in each hand, glaring at him with a malice he had never seen before.

"Stand still and let me hit you!" Mobias snarled at him as he sent another fire blast at the blond.

Fisting a hand, Solo punched at the street, making a small hole in it. Forcing his fingers beneath the paved concrete, he pulled his hand up, making a small section of the street flip up to take the full brunt of fire just as it was mere feet away from the blond. He could feel the manipulated rock tremble as Mobias' attack struck it but it held out.

"You bastard!" he heard Mobias scream at him and he chuckled.

Getting back to business, he dug both of his hands into the raised concrete and pulled up again, this time separating a chunk of the road and holding it above his head with ease. "Catch!" he yelled as he threw the piece of road at his would-be opponent.

Mobias' eyes widened comically and the fires in his hands extinguished immediately as he focused less on maintaining them and more on saving his own ass as he dived out of the way. Taking the opportunity, Solo closed the distance between them and landed a punch straight into Mobias' torso, sending the other flying straight into a building. His amber eyes blazed in pleasure at the feel of a soft human body impacting his fist and he secretly hoped that Mobias would be able to stand up after that last blow.

Then the building that Mobias had crashed into exploded as an enormous ball of flame tore through it. Even from where he was standing, Solo could feel the heat against his skin and he idly wondered if he hadn't made a mistake about selecting a flannel shirt to wear. The long-sleeved shirt was absorbing and trapping in the heat from the flames, causing his body to start sweating in an attempt to cool off. If he could've, he would've told his body it was just wasting its time as things were going to get a lot more hotter real quickly.

Emerging from the wreckage, Mobias glared at Solo in fury, his eyes shining an orange hue. "I'll get you for that!" he declared as he lobbed an enormous fire ball at the blond.

Solo managed to skirt the attack but the searing heat from the fire pierced through his clothing, zapping whatever strength it could take from the blond. In fact, Solo was a bit worried as the heat was great enough that it could set his one vanity, his hair, aflame. Reaching back quickly, he grabbed a hold of the long locks and shoved what he could under his vest but above his flannel.

There was no way in hell he was going to let his hair catch on fire…

Suddenly, a tendril of pure flame whipped at him and he barely managed to dance out of the way, caught completely off guard. Perhaps whip was not a far off description because the line of fire twisted and came back at him again, as if it really was a whip. Literally hopping, he backed away as quickly as he could, not wanting to get into skin contact with it. He had yet to experience fire on his person and he didn't plan on finding out if it could do damage to him, despite the fact he was seemingly invulnerable to everything else.

Better not to find out the hard way if he could get burned…

The fire whip arched again, streaking out to try and grasp a hold of him. It was a simple matter to dodge it but as he was in midst of doing so, Mobias used his other whip to grab his ankle and throw him off balance. His first whip lost all its flexibility, becoming straight as a rod, which he used as a blunt instrument or at least tried to.

Solo caught the fiery rod with both of his hands, slightly smelling burning flesh despite the fact he felt no pain from it. He jerked the rod forwards but all Mobias did was release the fire powering the rod, make it moot. However, the remaining whip was still in use and Mobias took advantage of by sending Solo up into the air, the blond's movement through the air almost reminiscent of a previous fight.

Unlike that fight, Mobias shot out what could only be describe as a streak of flame that sliced at the blond like a bullet. Even though he wasn't particularly afraid of getting hit, human instinct called on him to twist his body to dodge it. The sudden tightening of the fire whip on his ankle pulled him back down and right into the path of another fiery streak that just managed to graze his side.

Impacting the street, Solo gritted his teeth as he threw his hand down to try and grab a hold of the whip still attached to him only for Mobias to pull it back in and away from the blond who took the opportunity to get back up to his shaking feet. Internal alarms blaring, he jerked his body to a side just as another streak of flame passed him by, scraping the sleeve of his flannel.

"What's the matter, blondie?" Mobias sneered, a hand holding the end of his whip while the other was shaped like a gun, smoke rising from his finger. "Scared of a little fire?"

Solo's eyes narrowed. Oh hell no, that asshole didn't just call him blondie. It was bad enough that he had Duo, the Reaper one, calling him that; there was no way he was going to let this one go. Jumping away from the fire whip as Mobias lashed out with it again, he grabbed hold of the nearest object he could get, which happened to be a lamppost. Pulling the long, metal beam out of the ground, he began to use it as a lance of sorts, much to Mobias' surprise as his fiery whip wasn't strong enough to stop the post from pounding into his midsection.

"Call me 'blondie' will ya?" Solo growled as he jabbed the metal beam into Mobias again. Taking a few wide strides, he swung the lamppost like a baseball bat and since he had closed some distance between himself and the fire wielder, he made direct contact and away his "ball" went.

Solo smirked widely as the sounds of a body crashed into brick wall after brick wall, his smirked widening with each and every crashing sound.

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"Come back!"

"We just want to play!"

"We ain't gonna hurt ya…"

"…too much. Ha ha!"

Those light tenor voices were really grating on his nerves, Duo found, but as of right now, he couldn't give up his location just yet. He had found a perfect niche to hide out in and lie in wait for those twins to come close enough that their electricity wouldn't save them. This particular "fight" only really consisted of Duo running for his life, barely dodging electrical blasts and bolts while both twins relentlessly threw them at him and laughing all the while with those childish laughs. At first it had been tolerated, then it was creepy, now it was just plain annoying, like them.

"Where do you think he is, Dustin?"

"Don't know but he's gotta be alive somewhere, Justin."

Damn it, he knew it! Their names were practically spelled the same and rhymed with each other. His fingers twitched in irritation but he managed to keep himself from screaming and pulling his hair out. Those two were just begging to be killed…

Well why not act on that impulse? He focused on the well of power within him, pinning it down, holding it, so that when he acted he wouldn't be completely drained. Once again, he froze time, all of it in its entirety, just like when he had caught those three spies earlier. This time, however, he was going to do something different. He needed to be quick, though, since trying to hold on to something of this enormity was incredibly taxing, even for him.

Quickly, he expanded his mindset, grabbing a hold of various items, whittling them down with time itself in some cases to make them sharp, and moving them to encompass the area around the terror twins. It could have taking him only half a minute (he would know this to since he could control time to an extent) and already he could feel the massive strain pulling at him, pressure pounding in his temples.

With that, he released his hold on time and allowed it to continue moving once again.

"What the—!"

"How did—?!"

Duo found that he had to stifle his snickering. It must have been a surprise to see nothing one second then to find the air filled to the brim with all sorts of sharp and pointy things all aimed at you the next. He had chosen iron bars that he had broken to make sharp, jagged edges, chunks of buildings whittled into massive spears, anything that he could get a hold of, and all of it was being held up in midair by nothing but frozen time, time that he use like extensions of himself so that he didn't have to face either of the twins face to face.

With their ability to use electricity, that was the way he liked it.

From his little hiding spot, he watched gleefully as his carefully chosen weapons struck out at the twins. As Duo had predicted, the boys struck back at the assortment of objects with their electricity. Good thing he had them surrounded; that way he could attack from all angles and not just from one direction.

That's where being long distance fighters became a liability. It took both twins time to gather enough power to fight off the hovering objects with a bolt of lightning and Duo had strategically placed his weapons not too far from them so even though they had a few seconds before the assault reached them, it was not enough time to begin protecting their selves, at least in a practical sense.

They managed to deflect a metal bar and a broken champagne bottle the braided one had found but then a mediocre-sized spear of cement slashed one of the twin's arms, causing the small boy to cry out in pain. In some strange display, at least to Duo, the other twin shot a bolt of lightning at the wounded twin, a large shock that the boy's body absorb then used as a temporary static field to protect himself from the gauntlet of floating sharp objects.

As this progressed, Duo began to frown as the electricity in the air began to crackle around the twins, soon not even his homemade weapons were able to get close to the boys. Then the braided one had an epiphany; the twins were using one another to increase their own power! By working together, occasionally sending each other a bolt of lightning, they were both acting like one huge battery of pure electrical power, one having to be positive while the other was negative…

Fuck!

He was going to have to do something about this and fast. His eyes catching onto a metal bar that was flying about, he focused on it and warped it through time so that it was right next to him. Grabbing it, he crept out of his hiding place, sneaking until he was behind each of the twin's backs.

Even though he had exhausted his powers during this short fight, he was going to have to call on it again. Concentrating, he formed a dome over the two boys and slowed time down, making sure that neither of the two noticed anything wrong by making the area affected large. Eyeing the two and observing as electricity moved in what could only be described as slow motion, he steeled his nerves and took the plunge.

He ran headfirst to the nearest twin, slowed time parting for him so that he didn't become a victim of his own powers. When he was mere feet from the closest twin, he twisted his body and jabbed his weapon of choice as hard as he could into the boy's back. He didn't stop pushing until he was sure the bar was embedded all the way through the boy's body and only then did he start making tracks away from what he had a feeling would become some sort of Hollywood drama.

He wasn't far off from that as the moment he was a distance away, he dropped his dome of slowed time and an ear-piercing scream destroyed the monotony that the fight had fallen into. However, the moment he dropped his dome, so did the rest of his floating treats, the sharp objects falling to the street, clattering and breaking against the surface.

The impaled twin was jerking spasmodically as the metal bar in his body conducted the electrical element surrounding and delivering raw shocks into his unprotected insides. He became overloaded as his body began to smoke, his skeleton lighting up beneath his skin occasionally.

"Dustin!" the other twin shrieked, letting go of his powers as he ran to share some overdramatic death scene with his brother, who by now was practically dead if he wasn't already, his body falling to the broken pavement. Duo, however, didn't really care.

If anything, he felt this ominous chill in the air and he slowly began to back away, trying to put as much distance as he could between himself and the scene before him. He was not at his full strength and he didn't have enough faith in his own abilities to believe that he would be able to overcome the inevitable onslaught that he knew was coming.

"You bastard!" the boy suddenly roared at him, the air around him crackling with suppressed power. "You killed my brother! DIE!"

How predictable…

Spinning around, Duo glared at the twin who shouted at him, just as the twin had launched an impressive-sized lightning bolt at him. Smirking, Duo focused his full concentration on making what could only be described as a sphere of frozen time. Holding his hands out like he was holding a sphere, his smirk widened as he watched the lightning bolt enter into the "hollow" space of the transparent ball. Due to his concentration and full undivided attention on this single spot of space, the entire bolt was swallowed into the invisible orb, crowding into it with nowhere else to go and trapped in a moment's time.

And voila, there now floated a ball of electricity surrounded in a cocoon of frozen time. One could almost see the frozen air as the volatile ball of energy stroked against its prison.

"Whoa! Cool!" the twin cried out, dazzled by the display, momentarily forgetting what he was doing.

"Isn't it?" Duo replied before shoving his hands in front of him forward, causing the hovering ball of electricity to fling itself straight at the small boy. At the last second, the braided one released his hold of that small space of time, letting the trapped energy explode outward right in the boy's face.

What once could have been called a smirk of triumph soon contorted into one that expressly said "Aw shit!" He watched in frustration as the single twin absorbed the electrical power, giggling childishly like he was being tickled.

Well, that had been just one huge waste of time, hadn't it?

The twin gave him an innocent smile, immediately alerting Duo that he was up to something that was anything but innocent. He was right.

It began with the shimming of the air around the single brother followed immediately by crackles that soon evolved into small bolts of electricity. From there, like a sudden explosion of energy, the small lightning bolts grew out from the boy's body to form what looked to be a giant dome made completely out of electric current, the rim of the dome literally ending mere inches from where Duo stood.

Acting quickly, he raised a wall of frozen time and attempted to shove the dome back but due to having exhausted his own powers, he was currently not in his finest form despite his quick-acting recovering ability. The twin continued to smile that creepy, innocent smile of his as he slowly began to advance on him, his dome of current pushing back against Duo's wall of time.

He was shocked to actually feel his wall press up against his hands and then push him back. His arms were beginning to tremble with the effort of maintaining his only protection against an imminent electrocution. He gritted his teeth together tightly as droplets of sweat began to bead up on his forehead. The air around him began to crackle as bits of current was managing to pass through his barrier, signifying that he didn't have much time left, no pun intended.

Improvising with a sudden burst of ingenuity, he focused his power to take hold of the time that was just under his feet and sped it up. In effect, it acted like a conveyor belt and he satisfied to see the distance between himself and the twin increase. As an extra, even as he propelled himself back without moving his body physically, he sped up the time in the street and earth beneath him, causing the once solid ground to collapse in on itself, creating a very long and very wide trench.

Shooting a smug grin at the boy, he dropped his wall and took off as fast his feet were able to. He knew that his little obstacle would only give him maybe a few extra seconds to put some distance between himself and his remaining opponent but it would have to be some time he was going to use to figure out a way to short-circuit this last brat…

Wait…that was an idea.

Jerking his head up, he scanned his surroundings as best as he could, spotting something that looked like it could help. It may not look like much but it was going to have to do until he could think up of something else, preferable something that could end this little fight.

Skidding on his feet, he twisted his body to head down an intersecting street, all the while turning his head to judge where the remaining twin was. Seeing him just clear his trench, he yelled out an insult and started running again.

Hopefully he wouldn't catch up with him too quickly…

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"Do we have everything?" Dorothy asked as she closed the passenger side door behind her.

The cab of Heero's truck only had one seat but it was long enough that three people sitting squeezed together could fit in it. Fortunately, since both her and Relena weren't that big anyway, that meant just a tiny ounce of room left to get comfortable in. Since it was obvious that Heero would be driving, Dorothy allowed Relena to claim the middle even as Heero got into the driver's seat, sliding the car key into the ignition.

"We should," Heero answered, starting up the car and checking the mirrors as he slid the stick into reverse. "Whatever we don't have, we'll buy along the way."

As the pickup moved backwards, Dorothy could feel her heart pounding in her chest. This was what she had wanted, right? Just a little excitement, some sort of adventure to take her out of her boring life. Sure, she was leaving everything behind; her parents were probably worried sick about her if they weren't victims of the catastrophe that was occurring downtown. But wouldn't they want her safe? Then she had to get out of town, quickly, put as much distance between her and those boys back there who were wrecking everything.

Shifting into drive, Heero, put his foot on the gas and started to haul their asses out of there.