Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / GetBackers Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences of our past ❯ Chapter 13 ( Chapter 13 )

 

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Chapter 13

 

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Getting out of the hospital without harming any civilian puppets was a real challenge. Opting to take the fire escapes in order to avoid the zombie-like mob had been futile and the Preventers soon found themselves cornered, fighting people who didn't know what they were doing. Trying to get past them without a physical confrontation was impossible, but the ex-Gundam pilots refused to take an innocent's life.

 

Weighing their options heavily, Wu Fei took in the condition of his partner. The small blonde had, despite his extensive injuries and obvious exhaustion, managed to keep up and ward off his fair share of attackers. That stamina impressed the Chinese warrior, though now wasn't the time to be saying so.

 

“Suggestions?” Wu Fei demanded, dodging a doctor wielding a scalpel before quickly disarming the woman and pushing her into the mob.

 

Winded, the empath bit his lip contemplatively. “We're between the second and third floor?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Get to a second floor window and jump.”

 

“Are you insane !?” Wu Fei glared, twisting another attacker's arm behind them and pushing them away as Quatre knocked his own assailant off his feet. “In your current condition?”

 

“It might be a problem if the floor was higher up. I've leapt from Sandrock's cockpit before while injured and managed fine, and that was farther than two stories. You followed the ambulance in your car, right? If we can make it there, then we can escape.” Stubborn eyes locked with uncertain, “Don't worry about me, I can handle myself!”

 

“And how do you expect to get past all these civilians? Even with disarming and disabling, they still keep coming. It's like they don't feel pain.”

 

“That's because they don't.” Quatre admitted, kicking a persistent man in the gut.

 

“Great.” Wu Fei growled, seeing an opening and dashing through it.

 

“Chang!” The empath shouted, wrestling against a man three times his body size. “The fire extinguisher!”

 

Snatching the life-saving tool from the wall, the Chinese teen quickly pulled the safety cord and turned the freezing blast onto the man trying to break Quatre's neck.

 

The sudden burst of frigid temperature was enough to startle the puppet into conscious control. Blinking, and horrified at his currant position of trying to kill some kid, the man quickly released his victim. “I-I'm sorry!” He stammered out, “I-I didn't mean… I didn't want... I-I don't know… What's going on!?”

 

Sympathetically, Quatre smiled reassuringly at the man, “It's okay, I know. It's not your fault.”

 

“Winner, you can play guidance councilor after we're out of danger!” Wu Fei chastised, turning his frosty weapon on the crowd that blocked their escape. Using quick, short bursts, the Preventers hastened their retreat.

 

“Wu Fei…” the new-type called, opening a side window, and scanning for obstacles. “This is perfect! The main gate's canopy is right below us. We can break the jump.”

 

“Fine. Go. I'll be right behind you.”

 

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It was dark.

 

Always dark.

 

And cold.

 

He didn't know if it was because he was in a room with

no windows, lights or heat…

 

Or if it was because he was trapped between life and death.

 

He did know that he was in hell.

That the arms he had fought hard to get to…

were no longer available.

That the voice of love and comfort that he longed to hear…

was far out of reach.

 

He knew that if he weren't dead already…

It wouldn't be long until he was.

 

He knew that for all his power…

He was more helpless then a newborn.

 

Sighing in apparent defeat…

Nagi resigned to his fate.

 

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Landing next to the blonde, Wu Fei threw aside the now empty extinguisher. “Come on, my car is this way.” He offered his hand to the increasingly pale empath. “You didn't get hurt jumping?”

 

“N-no…” Quatre shuddered, gladly accepting his partner's help. “I'm just a bit… overwhelmed… so much pain and confusion…”

 

“We're almost there.” Chang encouraged, pointing to his car not twenty-five feet away.

 

“Wu Fei, wait.” The empath whispered, pulling on the taller teen's arm, “There's something wrong here…”

 

“Yeah, there's a mob of mindless puppets out to kill us.” The Chinese boy glared, “The car is right there, let's go!”

 

“I'm telling you something's not…”

 

A sudden explosion sent both battle-trained teens to the ground, arms covering their heads in an effort to protect them against flying shrapnel.

 

Looking up, Wu Fei felt his heart drop as he stared at the infernal that was once his car. “My car… They blew up my car!”

“At least it wasn't you.” Quatre pointed out, straining to get to his feet and limping over to a motorcycle. After a quick fiddling with the wires, the low rumble of the bike's engine purred into life. “May I remind you that the puppets are still after us? So suck it up! It was just a car.”

 

Glaring at the blonde, the raven-haired Preventer got to his feet and approached the bike. “It was not just a car.” He sulked.

 

“Give me your gun.” Quatre demanded ignoring his partner's comment.

 

“What! Why?”

 

“Cause you can't shoot while driving.” The blonde responded sharply. “And in my current condition, I can't maneuver the motorcycle. I have a feeling that something with more spirit than puppets will be sent after us.”

 

“Fine.” Wu Fei agreed, climbing onto their commandeered ride, “Just hang on tight.”

 

“I've told you before…” Quatre glared at his partner's back, climbing onto the bike and wrapping his arms around the lithe teen's waist, “You don't have to worry about me. I-”

 

“-can take care of yourself.” The Chinese boy smirked at the Arabian, “You keep saying that.”

 

“And I'll keep saying it until you get that through your thick head!” The blonde nearly sulked, “I'm not so weak and helpless as you seem to think!”

 

“No.” Wu Fei agreed, revving the bike before peeling out of the parking lot, “You're not.”

 

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To be continued…