Notes: I would first off like to thank wind dancer1981 for pointing out a careless mistake I made in the last chapter. It was not Dr. J that gave Duo the Deathscythe, it was Dr. G. I knew that, but I guess I was typing faster than my brain was moving...lol. Anyways, I managed to complete the next chapter already. It's not quite as long as the last one, but this just kinda flowed out of my brain. I'm afraid I may be at a bit of a stuck point beyond this, but I'm going to fight the blockage and keep writing. I have to warn you, this chapter has a bit of Duo torture. It's fairly mild and very short, but this chapter has, what I consider, a good surprise and which is a big twist from the original story. I hope you enjoy it...

Duo lazily slipped out of bed, tired from staying up all night. He thanked the priest for his kindness.

"It is my honor, Duo. You are always welcome here. Please…save us, my son. You need only find your happiness."

He nodded and was on his way. He stopped at a small shop to get some coffee so he could wake up. He had a long day ahead of him…and a lot of Oz soldiers to exterminate. But his mind was still clouded from the events of last night. So, there's a prophecy about me, huh? With all that's happened, I guess I shouldn't be half as surprised as I am. So that's why they were after me… He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide. They were looking for me. Father…Sister…they died because of me… A dangerous gleam decorated his stare as he continued walking to where he'd hidden his gundam. Someone's gonna die today…

He'd been carelessly distracted by the thoughts of what he was when he was attacked, resulting in his capture. As he sat in his dark cell awaiting questioning, he contemplated his escape. He'd already removed his cuffs, thanks to the lock picks he kept hidden in his braid. Suddenly, a bright light flooded into the tiny room. He began a rush toward the opening door, but was stopped abruptly by the mussels of four guns held by Oz soldiers pointed at him. One growled at the sight of the open handcuffs on the floor behind the young pilot. He circled behind him, picking up the cold restraints. "02, put your hands behind your back," he demanded. "Now."

Sighing, Duo complied, knowing he could always pick them again. He winced silently as the soldier tightened them down too far, pinching his skin. They enclosed his ankles in thick shackles before tightening a blindfold over his eyes. He felt them lift him and start carrying him to another room. "So, where are we going? Are we there yet?" When they finally stopped, they set him down, removing the restraint from one of his hands, then refastening them in front of him. He was lifted slightly as they placed the small chain on a large hook hanging from the ceiling, so his feet barely touched the ground. They attached his shackles to a short chain bolted to the floor. They removed his blindfold and as he was about to make another smart-ass comment they pulled the fabric tightly in his lips, gagging him. He was in a rather large room that was nearly empty. There was a small table covered in a white cloth beside him and a man with his back turned. The man was nicely dressed, not really looking like a soldier. As the guards stepped out, closing the door behind them, the man turned around stepping slowly toward Duo.

"Hello, pilot 02. My name is Trieze Khushrenada. I've been waiting a long time to finally meet you…Duo Maxwell."

Duo's eyes shot open in shock Trieze's words. How does he know my name? he thought struggling against his bonds.

"I know you're wondering how I could possibly know your name," he purred. "Duo, you don't know how long I've been searching for you…and not just because you happen to be a gundam pilot. That's just a laughable coincidence." Duo quirked an eyebrow at this. "Years ago, I heard that the boy of an ancient prophecy…possibly the most significant prophecy of our history was born and living in a small church in the slums of the L2 colony. Naturally, I dispatched my men, but for some reason…you eluded them. And now, you're mine to control."

With murderous intent, he stared at Trieze. His men had killed Father Maxwell and Sister Helen under his direct orders. He was going to pay. He growled deeply as the general stepped closer to Duo, gently caressing his captor's face. "Now be a good lad and show them to me." The expression on Duo's face did not change. With a sigh, Trieze turned to the cloth covered table. "I'm afraid you leave me no choice." He removed the cloth revealing a small machine with several wires extending from it, electrodes on the ends. He lifted Duo's shirt to his neck and carefully placed them strategically around his shoulder blades. He then stepped back to the machine, his finger hovering over a red button. "This will hurt."

And hurt it did. Duo's back arched dangerously, his wrists and ankles pulling hard against the metal holding them. He hadn't cried or screamed out loud since Solo's death, but even his tight gag couldn't muffle the horrendous sounds emanating from Duo's throat. After what felt like an eternity, the pain subsided, leaving Duo gasping for precious air.

"Magnificent," Trieze said, awestruck. "They truly are gorgeous." He stared long at the feather wings extending from Duo's back, which were now blacker than the darkest night. "Thank you, Duo. I knew you were the one. Guards!" The same four men came rushing in. "Take 02 to cell 3-B. That one should be secure enough to hold him.

"Sir!" they said in unison, saluting. They unlatched the chain from his shackles, lifted his handcuffs off of the hook, and carried him away, his wings dragging limply on the ground below him. He found just enough energy to pull them back in before he lost consciousness.

When he finally came to, he found himself chained to one of the walls of a different cell. His hands were spread far, leaving him no chance of reaching his lock picks. After only a few minutes, he heard a scuffle outside the door before opening and revealing Heero. Heero raised his gun aiming for the head of the captive pilot, who sighed deeply.

"Heero, I know you came to kill me…and I can understand why. But I ask you not to. I finally found the bastard that killed my family. Please don't deny me the chance to avenge their deaths."

"Hmm…" Heero stood for a moment contemplating the correct action before lowering his gun and freeing Duo from the restraints. Giving Duo one of his guns, they escaped from the base.

Notes: So...what do you think??? I thought it would be interesting having Trieze behind the Maxwell massacre. But I figured that with Oz's original agenda (before Trieze had his change of heart) this would be something they'd probably pull if it was possible. Anyways, please R&R. I will get the next chapter as soon as I can get it from my head to paper and then computer. : )