Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Burnout ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 8 )

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Chapter seven

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Quatre had spent most of his journey to L4 asleep in a feverish state. His dreams were calmer then they had been in the longest time, mostly thanks to the vastness of empty space between the colonies and earth. The people were further from him and so he could barely feel them. It was nice to have a moment's peace.

When he arrived on L4, Instructor H.'s personal assistant met him at the port, along with a doctor. Before he knew it, the blonde had been whisked away and was led to the secret base where H. would be awaiting him.

After two weeks of recuperation, Quatre was deemed fit for duty and the series of tests commenced. At first, they were simply brain scans and blood tests. However, the tests quickly became more serious and more demanding.

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He was alone in a dark room. There were no windows, nor was there any light from the door. He was alone, yet it didn't feel as if he were alone. "H. . .Hello?" he called out softly. "Is anyone there?"

There was no answer.

Quatre shuddered as a cold chill crept up and down his spine. `Someone is here. . . I can feel them. . . they want. . . they want. . .' The boy closed his eyes in concentration. `Who ever it is, is in a lot of pain. . .' He grimaced slightly, "But there's something else about them. . ."

//I'm going to get you. . .//

Quatre inhaled a sharp breath.

//I'm going to kill you. . .//

He couldn't move.

//I'm going to cut you to little pieces. . .//

`This person is sick!' He gasped, "I have to get out of here!"

//You can't leave, I'm just getting started. . .//

"This person is evil. . ." Quatre whispered, taking half a step back.

//I can see you. . .//

"Uh!" The blonde choked out, his hand going to his chest, "WHAT is going on? Instructor H.?"

//There is no escape. . .//

`Hatred. . . this person is filled with pure hatred. . .'

//I'm going to get you. . . //

"I have to get away. . ." The smaller boy turned to flee.

//There's nothing you can do!//

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He should have seen the attack coming. He should have thought to defend himself against it. But before he knew it, it was in his side. The blade gouged into his body deeply, and his blood spilt, wetting the flooring as he stumbled. He did not cry out; he couldn't. Everything seemed to freeze as his assailant twisted the blade, digging deeper before ripping it out and leaving the boy for dead.

"Oh. . .Allah. . ." He gasped, fighting off the darkness that threatened to consume him. "I. . . I can't. . . I can't die. . . I promise. . . him. . . I promised Trowa. . ."

"To bad, kid." The dark figure sneered, "You were just too weak. . ."

"No!" Quatre moaned, his hand clamped on his side as he forced himself to his feet, "I can't. . ." He stopped and grimaced. Along with his own searing physical agony, the negative emotions fueled by the distinct desire for blood flooded over the boy. "I won't be killed by the like of you."

"Oh really?" The darkness jeered, "I'd like to see you stop me. . ." He brandished his blade again, "I will spill all of your blood."

"You can try. . ." Quatre said dangerously. The boy's entire demeanor instantly changed. Instead of a timid boy trying to avoid confrontation, a confident boy with empty eyes stood straight, despite the seriousness of his injury. "You like to feel your victim's pain? You like to sense their fear?"

"Huh?" The assailant frowned, "What the hell?" He swung his weapon around blindly in the dark where he had thought the boy was.

"Have you ever sensed fear of that caliber?" Quatre's soft voice was empty of emotion as it whispered tauntingly into the killer's ear, "Have you felt the pain? Experienced the fear that comes when your life is about to be stolen from you?"

The assassin spun around slicing through empty air. "WHERE are you, you little bastard?"

"I thought you could see me. I thought you were going to cut me into little pieces." Quatre taunted through the darkness.

"Come and face me, and then we will see how tough you are."

"It would be wrong to attack an unarmed man." Quatre's voice faltered a bit before becoming hard and unfeeling once more, "But that didn't stop you, did it?"

The whoosh of the blade slicing through the air and the thud it made as it contacted human flesh echoed in the darkness. After a moment of silence, the sound of a poor soul choking on his own blood as he drowned in the crimson fluid seemed to snap the smaller boy out of what ever trance he had fallen under.

Horrified, Quatre cried out, dropping the blade and backing away, "Allah, what have I done?" He gasped out as the lights were brought up and the form of the gutted assassin became completely visible. "OH!" he moaned, bile moving up his throat, "ALLAH!!!"

The assassin was a boy, barely older than himself. And he had killed him without a single thought.

"OH, ALLAH!" The blonde repeated in a breathless wail, backing away from the grisly scene, "What have I done?"

"You have become the ultimate weapon." A nasally voice beamed.

Quatre had collapsed to his knees, the recognition of being injured himself dawning on him. "Instructor H?" He gasped, blinking, struggling to remain conscious. "What. . .What do you mean. . ?"

"You have learned to feed off of the emotions of your enemies and turn them for your advantage!" The sophisticated doctor beamed, "Soon you will be able to destroy entire armies, simply by turning your emotions onto your opponents!"

"No. . .No. . ." The blonde shook his head, his vision becoming cloudy, his head light. "Noooo. . ."

"I knew you had it in you!" The doctor was gushing, "The others mocked my choice for the pilot of Sandrock, but I knew you were the right one!" He knelt by the boy, holding him upright, "You will be sent to the resource satellite where your family is. When you are well, you will report back to me! We have much to do if you are to defeat OZ!"

"But. . .I. . ." The blonde's protests went unheard as the smaller boy succumbed to unconsciousness.

"You will be a force to be reckoned with." Instructor H. gloated as a med team made a makeshift bandage for the wound and carried the young boy away. "One that not even, Dr. J.'s Hiiro Yui will be able to with stand. . ."

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An injured Duo Maxwell was under attack. OZ had him cornered, in endless space, and was set on destroying him. Deathscythe was not equipped properly for Space battles, nor did he have enough ammunition to contend with the force that assaulted him. "Well, I hate to copy Hiiro's move. . ." The braided boy grinned as the enemy suits approached, and he reached for the red button, "BUT TAG ALONG ON MY JOURNY INTO HELL!!" He slammed his fist into the self destruct button, and waited.

Nothing happened.

The braided boy pounded the panel repeatedly, "DAMN IT! I can't even self detonate. . ." He grimaced as Taurus's attached tow cables, "What rotten luck." He grumbled, throwing his hands behind his head, "AW! Go ahead and kill me!" He whined.

"Gundam Pilot." A soldier commanded over the radio, "Prepare to surrender."

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He was taken to L2. Himself and his Gundam displayed in the streets on parade. The civilian's threw rotten fruit and garbage at the mighty machine, screaming out in riot. It was almost more then Duo could bear. "You guys are real sick." He spat angrily as he was half dragged and half pushed into an interrogation room.

"Tell me your name." A tall soldier with dark hair and piercing eyes demanded, as Duo was pushed into a chair.

The braided boy didn't answer; he just focused on a spot on the floor, his mind finding somewhere else to be.

"Tell me your name." The soldier repeated.

Duo began to hum `Pop goes the weasel' instead.

"I give you one warning, terrorist. Do not try my patience. I will ask you once more and only once more. What is your name?"

Duo turned his bright amethyst eyes up towards the soldier, "Bite me." He dared.

The soldier glared, and motioned to two of the guards. They approached. "Do it." He ordered.

A brief look of hesitation registered in their eyes before an electrical device was jabbed into the braided boy's side. Seconds later, Duo was gritting his teeth against crying out as electrical charges surged through his body.

After a few moments, the soldier motioned the subordinates to cease. "Well, are you feeling talkative?"

The braided boy swallowed hard, "This is the song that never ends. . ." He started to sing.

The subordinates lowered their shockers for another round. After the crackling and sizzling of his flesh ceased, Duo sang louder, though his voice was raspier and had lost some of his cheerfulness, "It goes on and on my friend."

"I can keep this up all night." The soldier warned.

"Some people started singing it, not knowing what it was. . ." Duo sang.

The soldier backhanded him.

". . .and they'll continue singing it forever just because. . ."

"Turn up the voltage." The soldier commanded, before the electric shocks were applied once more.

The pain was excruciating enough for Duo to fall out of his chair and convulse on the floor. Yet, still, he held his tongue.

"This would be so much easier if you told me what I want to know." The soldier patronized.

"I've been told I talk too much. . ." Duo groaned, "I'm trying to cut back."

"Stupid little fool." The soldier shook his head, before he smirked and began to kick the braided boy's stomach. Personally, the soldier was impressed at how well the boy was holding his tongue, "Why don't you scream?"

"Mama always said real men don't scream out loud." Duo choked out, his face bruised and swollen.

"Fine. Throw him in prison. No food, no water for three days." The soldier said turning his back to the bloodied boy, "We'll see how well he cooperates after that."

The subordinates bowed slightly before carting the barely conscious boy away.

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Wu Fei was greeted by the master of his colony. His Gundam was given a secure place to be hidden and the Chinese boy was given ample peace and quiet to collect his thoughts in meditation.

His master worried about him, though. The boy seemed bothered by something and he was not one to volunteer personal information. If what ever concerned Wu Fei wasn't resolved during his personal reflections, then he would be forced to intervene. The master didn't like interfering, but however, Wu Fei sometimes needed that extra push.

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Trowa frowned as he listened to OZ news waves. The report was that a Gundam had been captured and its pilot taken captive. For a moment, He was terrified that it was Quatre, however, he then remembered that Sandrock hadn't made it to space, therefore it couldn't possibly be the little blonde. That made him sigh with relief.

He then pulled up on his shuttle's information base. According to what the reports were saying, Trowa figured that it was probably Duo who had been caught. "Hmm." He pondered, looking at navigation charts. "It's too far away for me, but Hiiro's close to that area. I'm sure he'll do something." Before putting the charts away, though, he made a quick mental note of the location of Quatre's colony in L4 and the neighboring OZ base.

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Hiiro Yui stood in front of a large class, delivering his greeting speech. He knew full well that the subject he chose would be frowned upon and that his peers would shun away from him, and frankly, that's exactly what he wanted. That way, no one would get in his way, and he could remain inconspicuous.

"Please take your seat, Duo Maxwell." The nun requested of the Japanese boy.

Hiiro complied. He wasn't quite sure what compelled him to take Duo's name as an alternate identity, but it's what he was going by. So he took his seat in the last chair of the last row and pulled out his laptop. After plugging in an earpiece, He logged onto the net and searched for current news.

One story seemed prominent and was causing a massive wave of mixed emotions from the other colonies. A Gundam had been captured by L2. It's pilot, taken into captivity.

The news footage showed a subdued Duo Maxwell being dragged into a high security prison.

"Duo. . ." the Japanese boy gasped slightly, his stoic mask never fading. He heaved a deep breath, "Omeo kurosu, Duo." He promised, pointing his fingers at the screen as if they were a gun and pretending to fire.

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To be continued. . .

Author's notes: Just a reminder that this is an AU. Even though events are similar to the series, the paths taken to get to these points are different and therefore the events will be slightly different if not completely different. This is the first story I have written that coincides with the series instead of taking place after it. ~-~;

I know what I want for the next couple of chapters, but because of my wedding, and work, I'm not sure how long it will take me to post them. Believe me; I'll get them out as soon as possible!!! I have the next several chapters of "All Hell Broke Loose" almost done as well and so that will be posted soon. Lots of reviews also encourage me to write more and faster. ^-~

I want to thank everyone who reviews! It is so encouraging to know that people like my stories! I want to extend personal gratitude to the following reviewers: Syaoran-Lover, Mainstream Sovereign (Who is also beta'ing for me!!!), Misanagi, Kawaii-chan, Silentheaven, and Sailorcelestial. Arigato minna!