Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Caustic Life ❯ ConVerGenCe ( Chapter 4 )

And We rrrr back wit the

Caustic Life by H4t3.d3pt….

 

Ahahah yeah it's been a minute…sorry sorry…life is getting in the way again…Had to got to New Orleans for a minute for an uber goth fest (Convergence XII) and if you're wondering it was fuckin great…got wasted…got to see some sweeet ass bands and fucked up my ankle, which is fine cause now I'm gimptastic…but it was hilarious at the show cause randomly and acquaintance of the guy I went with had a wheel chair so I rolled to the shows (literally) in a Wal-mart wheel chair…yes HD is always the adventurer….oh yeah and last 2 months I had to be in a sling cause I tore a ligament er tendon I don't memeber in my shoulder while rocking out…telling ya I just can't dance no more…it's affecting me…HAHA

Oh oh oh let me not forget the warnings….they are in the first chap…you get it…ha

Well then gots to give some props….

 

PyRzM: yeah you gotta wait for it…wait for it…wait for it then I come with something new…HA!

 

Nita-SaMa: EHHEHEHEH yes yes..gwahahahahah I am evil…EVILE!!!!!

 

KaLico: mmm…well it may not have been soon per say….but it's in the same year so that should count for something…heh…and revert to above about why I stopped there…

 

ShiNigamIgIrL: aw wow all ya make me feel so evil…mmmmyeah yeah I am…well I'm glad j00 like ze sexyness….yeah I'd throw his as down to…heheh I said it…ahh

 

Ahahah well enough of my senseless drivel….and onto the story…but of course I have to give it up for C12 so this chap will be named for that awesome vacation ^_^

 

CH 4 ConVerGenCe:

 

The knock sounded louder on my window. Every second I wasted here gave Solo one more second then he needed. I turned on the car glancing out the window. Heero's eyes narrowed as he shook his head telling me not to do what he knew I planned. He didn't know the whole story. I had to.

 

I put the car in gear and tore from the emergency lane. The horns and screeching tires sounded around me as I cut across six lanes of traffic following a root I knew all too well. I was glad I'd invested in the BMW taking the Chicago Loop exit at speeds far beyond the recommendation knowing in any other car the side would be scrapping along the concrete guardrail, but not in this one. I shifted up a gear tearing down the busy street ignoring all signals and horns from other drivers.

 

I had to get to Zechs'. I had to get there before Solo. Zechs would be home. He used Sundays to catch up on reading and other boring rich people crap I never cared to understand. It was my fault he was involved. I shouldn't of let myself get this close to him. I shouldn't have announced to Solo I knew he was here. I caused him to act. I started the game.

 

The car slowed as I turned onto Zechs' street. Solo's car wasn't in front of the building. I turned down a side street seeing the red and blue catching up to my slowing car, knowing Yuy and Chang were probably on my ass calling in my car as a high-speed chase.

 

I slammed on my breaks pulling the parking break, jumping out of it leaving the door open and the keys inside. It didn't matter if someone stole it. Nothing mattered to me but getting to Zechs. Solo's car was empty. It was parked close enough I knew he was there. I pushed myself harder than I had ever before, sprinting the two blocks to Zechs' building.

 

I slowed reaching the backdoor seeing it cracked open. My heart was beating too fast in my chest. My body broke into a cold sweat as I pushed the door open. I only hoped I'd gotten there fast enough, before he could pull the trigger.

 

“Zechs!” I screamed frantically as I ran in the house. “Where the fuck are you? Zechs!”

 

“Duo?” I heard the question as I passed the dinning room skidding my rushing feet to a stop seeing him in the den. Relief took me. “Is everything alright Duo?” He questioned coming towards me.

 

“Maxwell!” I heard the growl. Relief passed as I glanced to my left in time to see it was Heero who was about to crash into me and take me to the ground, which he did quite painfully on the hard wood floor. He rolled me to my back pushing a knee into the middle as he pulled my hands roughly putting the cuffs on while reading me my rights.

 

“Duo what the hell is going on?” Zechs was pissed, I knew cause he rarely ever swore, but it didn't matter. I rather have him pissed at me than dead because of me.

 

“It's nothing Zechs. Everything's fine.” I said as Heero hiked me up to my feet by my locked hands. I kept the pain from my face, but my left leg gave slightly from the manhandling the wound got from all the recent actions.

 

“Yuy, he's hurt. Don't be so ruff.” Chang barked as he came up on the other side of me. “Can you walk on it?” Chang questioned referring to my leg.

 

“Yeah. I must have twisted my ankle.” Zechs glared at my obvious lie to the two men.

 

“We're sorry to intrude Mr. Marquise. If anything was damaged just call the station and we will send someone out to take care of it.” Chang was in front of me blocking my view of Zechs, but it didn't matter I wasn't looking at Zechs any longer. I was scanning the apartment for Solo. He had to be here somewhere.

 

“Is everything okay Mr. Marquise?” I froze at the sound. A voice that I never thought I'd hear again. One I wasn't sure I'd never wanted to hear again. He came up on the side of Zechs and we stared at each other. He looked exactly as I remembered. He even dressed the same. Nice black clothes under the long business trench coat. He had his midnight colored hair down and the green eyes still felt like they stared through me.

 

“Everything is fine Mr. Myer. Please make yourself comfortable in the den. I will be there momentarily.”

 

“As you wish.” Solo said to Zechs giving a slight bow of his head keeping his eyes on me. He gave me a knowing smirk before he went back into the den.

 

“Why is he here?” My voice was bit breathless as I asked catching the smell of him that'd haunted me for so many years. I'd never told Zechs about Solo. I never told anyone about him, but Howard. There was so much I wanted to say to Zechs, but couldn't because of the arresting officers.

 

Heero pushed me towards the door before Zechs could give a reply. Though nothing he could've said would help. The way the two interacted said they knew each other and they were meeting for business. Did Zechs know what Solo was? Was he hiring Solo for some reason?

 

I tried to stop my thoughts before they could get any further as Yuy put me in the back of the car. The two had been questioning me on the walk back, but I was too lost to hear them. I knew if Zechs was hiring Solo I was looking at my last days of life. I didn't want to believe he would do such a thing, but wanting couldn't change reality.

 

My thoughts spun through the same suspicions moving between Solo and Zechs and back. Trying to figure why one was here and why the other would want me gone. Yuy pulled me from the car and Chang lead us into the police station. My mind moved into recent events and the snarl took my face as the concept formed into an idea.

 

Solo had baited me, the fucker, and I took it. What a fuckin rookie ass move on my part. I was making it easy as hell for him to toy with me and he was doing a really good job of it. I hadn't been arrested since I was seven. Seven, and here I was all because I let my emotions and confusion get in the way of reason and logic.

 

I sighed heavily as we passed the entrance area full of the dispatchers. I'd recognized two officers immediately. They'd pulled me over a few years back for a break light being out or something unmemorable. I talked shit to them as usual and they'd gotten a bit rough with me and tried to arrest me for assaulting an officer, when it was them that dragged me out of my car and cuffed me for a couple of derogatory comments. Course Zechs let me use his lawyers and I could've got a lot of money from the city, but instead I had their careers killed. They would never be more than dispatchers or meter maids no matter what city they went to.

 

“Well isn't this a pleasant surprise.” I looked up at the burly overweight officer with his thick Chicago accent. “Even the mighty Maxwell falls and judging by the two that got ya, ya ain't gonna get outta this one.” He growled.

 

“Shut up McKay.” Yuy snapped behind me.

 

“Hey Yuy, I think we deserve to give the kid a little shit. He's the one that got us put here.” The dark eyed equally as pudgy officer next to McKay snorted.

 

“No Robinson, you're there because you didn't do your job properly.” Chang said sternly. The two portly men grumbled going back to there work as Chang lead us down a hall to a side room.

 

“Oo, you guys brought me a cute one.” The large African American woman said as she came around her desk. “I'll be sure and take good care of him.” She said giving me the up and down and smiling.

 

I glanced back at Heero who still held onto my arm. I looked to his hand and back to his face knowing this was the part when he let me go. My attention moved to Chang, who was also looking at Yuy not exactly sure what was going on.

 

“Yuy, Tamika can process him. We need to start the report and get back on route.”

 

“You can do the report. I'll process him.” Yuy said without skipping a beat like he'd already planned it.

 

“What?” Chang asked and I followed his shocked questioned directing my attention back to Yuy.

 

“You heard me Wufei. I'll process him.” Chang hesitated for a moment. I heard him let out a sigh before he left the room. “Isn't it time for your break Tamika?”

 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah it does seem to be that time.” She said a little nervously as she left us alone in the room. I'm sure Yuy made most people he knew nervous with his constant intensity. It was hard to tell what his next move would be. That's why he made me uncomfortable. I could never read him, but it was Solo that made me nervous, that made me recall what it felt like to fear.

 

My thoughts were cut off by the sound of the door being locked behind me. The room was pretty much a hallway with a door leaving only one small window on the top of the door. I wasn't too worried with Heero. He wasn't the kind of cop to do something as stupid as beat a prisoner in the police station, plus I think that would tarnish his uber cop persona. He undid one of the cuffs turning me around roughly to place them back on in front of me. He handed me the small square with my name and a number written on it.

 

“Go stand against the wall.” He ordered. I did as he said getting a shit-eating grin on my face for my arrest photo. He took the sign from me and sat me on a chair.

 

“Take off all jewelry, personal effects and please remove the shoelaces from your shoes.” He stated blandly. I figured it was mandatory so I wouldn't have weapon. I didn't mind since the only thing I had on me was my bootlaces. My wallet was in the car and I didn't wear jewelry anymore. I used to have a cross I was given by my grandmother when I was younger. Solo had taken it from me and gotten rid of it when he took me in. He said I didn't need any ties to family or faith for my line of work and he was right, I didn't. I was surprised Yuy didn't ask for the coat, but didn't question him. I handed him the shoelaces and he brought me to a machine. He took each of my fingers gently in his as he placed them in the ink. I watched him closely as he did it. He never glanced at me once just focusing on getting each fingertip covered with ink.

 

“What's with locking the door? Unless you're planning to have an intimate moment with me?” I slightly whispered in his ear. I felt his fingers tighten lightly on mine as he froze. Man, did I call him out, I wondered momentarily.

 

“Why did you run?” He questioned deadly.

 

“I had somewhere to go and it wasn't like I was running. You already caught me and ticketed me. You had all my information.” Annoyance entered my voice. I didn't know his angle and I couldn't read his ass worth a shit. It was pissing me off.

 

“You made over five traffic violations when you pulled away not including those you caused after.” He placed my hand on the blue box, the top clear. I watched the photocopy like device scan over my hand taking down the prints.

 

“Like I said, I had somewhere to go.” The playfulness was gone from me leaving irritation.

 

“Zechs'.” Calculating cobalt blue studied my reaction. I did good at controlling my words, but my eyes narrowed showing him he was teetering on a dangerous line.

 

“I don't think that's any of your business Yuy.” It took all my effort to keep the words even.

 

“Was it because of Mr. Myer?” My teeth clenched at Heero's question. He was digging in a place that was better left undisturbed.

 

“Watch yerfuckinself Yuy, or you're going to sink to the bottom.” I growled darkly to him.

 

He snorted pulling my hand from the machine bringing both behind my back with more force then ever needed.

 

“Don't I get to wash off my hand?” He said nothing unlocking the door, grabbing me by the arm and leading me out. We entered another door full of cells. Across from each cell on the cold stonewall were camera's that looked inside each cell. We walked down the rows of drunks locked up for the night, other's awaiting transfers to real prisons and bums with no other place to go. We passed two empty cells and stopped at one, which was made for two people, but had seven in it that I could count. Heero pulled his ring of keys out unlocking it. The thugs in the room eyed me as Heero took the cuffs off and pushed me in.

 

“What about the empty ones?” I questioned watching one of the Mexican men standing up flexing his muscle, which he was pretty much made of, to make himself seem more imposing. Two other's followed suit as if they had to prove they were the rulers of the small cell.

 

“They need to be cleaned.” Heero stated with a hit of malice as he walked away. He was lying. That I knew. I didn't need to read an angle to know this was his way to punish me for pissing him off, though I didn't know at what point I'd done so and I think I had much more of a right to be pissed then he did. Damn, I hated cops.

 

I stayed by the door rubbing my wrists with my hands. I'd known he was mad by how tight he'd placed the cuffs on. I didn't complain. I knew there was no point, nor was there any to bitch about placement in this cell. I glanced between the three Mexicans and four African Americans. They all had about 50 pounds on me at the least. I could tell by the tattoo's they sported they were all in gangs. I'm sure a fight was what landed them in here and judging by the way they eyed each other and me they were none to happy about it.

 

“The fuck you lookin at bitch.” The smaller of the four black men said as he pushed from the wall he was leaning against. “You got some problem? You best quit eyein me like that son or you gonna end up face down on the floor and you don't want that with my boy Rashon in here.” I glanced to where the man nodded to see the burly black man behind him eyeing me up and down licking his lips. “He's been in the joint too many times and he likes em with long hair.” The man in front of me laughed.

 

I glanced between the two attempting to frighten me and the others in the room. Everyone was on there feet, all giving me hard looks. Apparently the fight between them could wait until they subdued the newbie. If I were anywhere else I would have already killed the men, but I knew better than to react. Heero was already too suspicious of me. If I did anything here it would only amplify his interest in me.

 

“That's fine, I like em big and black myself.” I smirked eyeing this Rashon back. The man in front of me was no longer smiling and the others faces fell to confusion. I gave Rashon a wink. He smiled awkwardly at me as if no one had ever willingly been attracted to him. Of course he wasn't too attractive, but acting was second nature for me.

 

“You sick fuck.” The man in front of me growled. My hand gripped his wrist before he could push me as he planned. He looked from my hand to my face. The smile no longer laid on it. The empty killer that I was on the inside came out. The camera was behind me so I knew Heero wouldn't be able to see anything and I was sure he was watching while Wufei finished the report.

 

I leaned to the man whose wrist I held. “The moment you step out of this building your life is over.” Cool death filled me and my words. I let go of the man's wrists. His eyes went wide. I could feel my lips slightly rising on the side bring some sick twisted smirk to my face. I glanced between the rest of them memorizing their features. They all looked a little sick when they caught my eyes on them.

 

I shook my head attempting to sedate my instincts, letting out an exhausted sigh glancing over my shoulder to the camera giving it a smile then back to my cellmates.

 

“I don't want any trouble.” I held up my hands in innocents watching the men back away from me. They returned to their spots prior to my entry only now they'd all found something interesting on the floor to silently stare at. I leaned my back against the barred door staring at the cement wall across from me.

 

With all the action over my mind went straight to Solo. The sound of his voice, the deep velvet feel of it, echoed in my head. I couldn't stop thinking of him at Zechs' house. How could he still look the same after so many years? Fuck how he looked. What the hell was he doing here and why with Zechs? What was his connection? How long have they known each other? When did he get here?

 

The questions kept piling on, but not one answer ever came to erase them. I could only speculate, which bothered me even more. I'd been with Solo for three years, granted three years isn't that long in the span of a lifetime, but I was with him everyday for three years. I knew all of his habits and quirks. I knew his likes and dislikes. He'd taught me everything he'd known about killing and gave a bit of himself with each lesson, but why was it after all that, I knew nothing now. Not one goddamn thing about what he was thinking or doing.

 

I thought of the message he'd left me on the computer. He'd missed me. He would never have come back for something stupid like that. He'd told me too many times the only reason he trained me was he knew I was the only person that could ever come close to a rival for him. He'd trained me so he could have competition. He was right though, I could only come close, never beat him. He'd already shown me that. He got hold of Zechs and had me out of the way in less than two hours of making contact with me.

 

I stayed unmoving, paying no attention to anything going on in the cell. I had the wish to control time knowing hours were passing and I had no way of knowing what Solo was doing. It bothered me that I couldn't get him out of my mind.

 

“You got a lot on yer mind huh?” I looked to the bald Mexican man that was leaning on the bars next to me staring out into the hall. I didn't even hear him approach so lost in the twisting thoughts.

 

“You look like you're in trouble.” His blue eyes didn't fit the hard exterior he tried to exude. I stayed silent. It wasn't his business. He gave a slight laugh smiling at my silence and stared back at the wall.

 

“Let me tell you something my bother told me before he died, bless his soul in heaven.” He kissed the Virgin Mary pendent that hung on his neck before he went on. “He said, Alejandro don't dig your grave before your dead.” I glanced at him not understanding what wisdom he could get from such a statement. He turned to me. “If you do you've already lost the fight.”

 

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Yeah, that may be helpful for thugs running to battle other thugs. I wasn't a thug and the guy that I was going up against had more kills than I could even fathom. My eyes went to the ground momentarily then to the wall across from me.

 

“He's already dug my grave for me.” I said darkly.

 

“Maxwell. You've made bail.” I glanced over my shoulder at the officer. The Mexican man I'd talked with looked horrified. I guess he'd never thought how easily the words he'd based his life on could become worthless.

 

The officer opened the cell grabbing me by my arm and pulling me out. He wasn't as ruff as Yuy; he didn't even put the cuffs on me. He led me to the front of the station. They handed me paper explaining the rules of my probation until my court appearance. I also got a paper with the date and location of the hearing and they returned my bootlaces.

 

“Mr. Maxwell you do understand that until your court appearance you are in the care of Mr. Myer who has paid the $5,000 bail on your behalf.” I froze staring at the female officer behind the counter. She obviously must have known I wasn't listening to her babble the long-winded police speech and caught me with the summary. I glanced out of the corner of my eye slowly turning my head. My heart pounding harder every second I got closer to seeing what I didn't want to see.

 

I finally saw the keen green eyes and pouty lips pulled in a slight smile. “Hello Mr. Maxwell.”

 

I parted my lips to say something back, but couldn't find a word as the smooth velvet tone of his voice wrapped around my mind. I turned back to the officer. She was looking between the two of us able to tell that I wasn't exactly pleased at the idea of going with the guy who bailed me out.

 

“Yeah, I understand.” My voice was quiet as I snatched the paper from the woman and headed out of the station.

 

Night had already fallen and I could smell the stench of rain in the air. Winter hiding just behind the scent. I said nothing nor even looked to Solo. I didn't want to. I wanted to run. I needed to get the hell away from him. The only weapons I had were in my boots and I was sure he had at least one gun and two knives that he could get faster. I had no chance against him. I could hear his steps behind my rushed ones. He was right on my back.

 

I moved to the black BMW in front of me knowing his car. I was going to make my break once he went to the driver's side. There wasn't much light in the area of the lot he'd parked in giving me a slim chance for escape, but I'd take it. I stopped at the passenger side door trying to calm my heart and breath. He was still behind me. Of course he wouldn't go to the other side of the car without first getting me in.

 

“You're thinking of running aren't you?” His breath was hot in my ear. His body pressed against the back of mine as he leaned forward to unlock my door. My hand gripped the bootlaces it held while the other rested on the car. I should have known he'd figure my plan. I was so fucked. Maybe I could use the bootlaces to choke him.

 

“I'd never hurt you Duo.” He sighed as his free hand slid around me into the coat to rub the fabric that covered my stomach. “You know that. Don't you?” He groaned as his tongue licked up the lobe of my ear.

 

“What the hell are you doing?” I questioned breathlessly. I wasn't expecting Solo to act like this. Trying to kill me, okay, but not this. He grabbed my shoulder turning me to him pushing my back to against the car as he leaned close to me.

 

“What did you expect me to do?” He purred darkly. I could feel the hot breath against my lips as he spoke from his proximity. I could make no feature out on his face but the green of his eyes. What the hell was going on and why the hell was I getting turned on? I was still confused and my lower half wasn't helping matters.

 

“I don't know.” I could feel my lips twitching wanting to press against his that were so close to mine. All the questions that had filled my mind in the cell were back speeding through my head. My body wasn't sure if it should be ready for fighting or fucking.

 

“How precious. You look so lost Duo.” Seductive laughter filled his words. I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I couldn't make a fucking decision. I couldn't even react to his obvious ridicule of me. He gave a grunting laugh and I was sure he knew all the thoughts that were going through my head.

 

His lips were against mine. Everything stopped in my head. My hands hung limply at my sides. I felt his tongue brush my lips requesting entrance that I gave. I closed my eyes feeling his tongue enter my mouth. I didn't know what the hell I was doing or why, but I was doing it.

 

His body leaned against mine and his hands slid into my coat. His mouth pulled from mine moving to my neck while a hand moved to rub across the front of my pants. I gasped unable to keep up with what was happening around me. My eyes closed and head fell forward at the feel of his hand gripping the hardening flesh between my legs just under the pants.

 

“You've grown strong and handsome in the years that've passed.” He sighed into my ear before his teeth nipped at it. My toes curled at the sound of his voice and feel of his touch. I felt the triggers in each boot with the action. My eyes open. What the fuck was I doing?

 

I only had one needle left in the boot, but it would have to do. Solo was pressing against the left side of my body and I couldn't get the leg up to click off the safety. I raised my leg letting my head fall back and the long sigh leave my mouth. I slammed the right heel on the ground.

 

He didn't fall for the act. He'd always been able to read my moves before I made them. It was what made him so good. The hand tightened on my throat, his foot crushed into my right ankle keeping my foot down immediately after the heel hit the ground. The gun would have been aimed to my chest, but my right free hand caught the barrel keeping it aimed into the car. My left arm was pinned underneath his body and my left leg pressed against the car with his leg.

 

“Duo.” The threat laid in his voice, the emptiness there. If I didn't let go, if I didn't give in he was going to kill me.

 

“Solo.” I chocked out attempting to give him the same threat. We would have to get into it in the police lot. I wasn't going to surrender to him. I wouldn't be toyed with.

 

I heard him chuckle darkly, some demon like sound. “You wouldn't have a chance.”

 

I glared at Solo over the hand that held my throat forcing my head against the roof of the car. If I let go of the gun I was dead, but if I didn't get his hand off my neck I was going to be dead. Solo would never miss a mark with his gun, especially at point blank. All I could do was hope his shot would be off. Tunnel vision was setting in and my mind fogging over, perhaps that was why I went for the hand on my throat. My right palm went for his elbow ready to hyper-extend the joint. His hand was off my neck before my hand could make contact. I coughed learning how to breathe again. I felt numbness in my gut. I glanced down seeing his hand that held my throat there holding a half-inch thick silver rod. Damn, he was still fast as hell.

 

“Give up.” I looked up to him; he smiled down at me enigmatically. My face cringed and my leg gave at the pain where the rod was. I felt a burning enter my gut, my breath the only thing I could hear.

 

“It's Quatre's design.” He whispered darkly. My eyes scanned up to his face seeing the truth in his eyes. My breath came in a slow pant as his words set in. The mention of Quatre's name filled me with dread. If he designed it then I'd just gotten injected with something. I ran through all the concoctions he'd made that I knew of trying to remember the effect of each.

 

“What's going on over there?”

 

I barley had time to recognize the voice and be thankful for it before Solo yanked me up, pushed me against the car and killed everything with his words. “Their blood will be on your hands Duo.”

 

It's all he had to say. I knew exactly what he meant. One suspicious move or action to tip them off and he would kill them. It wouldn't have bothered me, except for the fact it'd look like I did it. Solo was a master at set ups. It was a mistake to ever get on his bad side. If you were unfortunate enough to do so, you'd be seeing nothing but a prison wall for the rest of your life, unless you were lucky enough to get a state that gives the death penalty. No matter how innocent you were, you had no chance with Solo.

 

“It's nothing. He just slipped.” Solo explained for me. I kept my arm close to my body making sure the coat covered the rod that was in my stomach. I could feel the blood leaking from the wound, but it wasn't a heavy and it was dark. At least something was working out.

 

“Maxwell.” Yuy barked coming around Wufei who was the first to approach us.

 

I remained silent for a moment attempting to think of something sarcastic to say. It's hard to be witty when there's a metal rod in your gut and your heads beginning to cloud.

 

“Looks like I got a get out of jail free ticket.” I said giving Solo a seductive smile before winking at Yuy. It took all my effort to keep the sly smile on my face as my eyes began to burn. I couldn't stop the water from rising in them. Yuy's attention was focused on Solo.

 

“Mr. Myer. I didn't know you knew Mr. Maxwell so well.” I sensed the suspicion in Yuy, which meant Solo could as well. There was nothing I could do to help them or myself; Solo was in control of the situation.

 

“Duo?” Chang questioned as he moved towards us. “You sure you're alright.”

 

“I assure you he's fine officers.” Solo was loosing the niceness in his voice. He pulled open the car door and pushed me in the seat. I wished I could have felt the pain of the rod in my side from the push, but it was drowned out like everything from the fire searing my eyeballs. I was instantly pushing my palms into the sockets trying to force the pain back into my head. I wanted to scream, but new I couldn't, not until Solo was done with the two.

 

I'd never felt such pain in my life and I'd had a lot of pain. My body was made up of mostly scars and the man outside the car caused 90% of them. Nothing was ever this bad and it was getting worse by the second. I could almost feel the tissue expanding in the sockets, like the two small balloons would burst to cover the windshield with blood, puss and bits of white, violet and black. I was sputtering out the breath I was holding attempting to restrain the scream.

 

“Does it hurt Duo?” This was bad, really fuckin bad. I hadn't even heard him get into the car, nor even that the car was moving. The secondary thoughts were killed by the knowledge I didn't have to hold back any longer.

 

I cried out curling forward until my forehead met the dashboard. “My fuckin eyes!”

 

Solo's dark laugh filled the silence as I withered in the seat. I screamed wordlessly half in pain the other half to drowned out the disgusting sound of his laughter.

 

“It's so nice to finally hear you scream. You never did when I was training you. You've changed so much in such a short time.”

 

“I thought…” I paused, attempting not to choke on the words. “You wouldn't hurt me.” I got out before I rocked back violently crushing my teeth together and snarling my pain to the roof of the car. I pulled my hands from my face and gripped the seat wondering if I opened them it would alleviate some of the pain and pressure.

 

My head fell forward as I forced the lids to separate. It did noting for the pain, but gave me more knowledge of the situation. I was completely fucking blind. There was no way in less than five minutes Solo could have us out in the middle of nowhere from the Chicago police station, but that's what it looked like to me. Noting, no dashboard lights, no streetlights, no buildings or shadows. Complete and utter blackness, nothingness.

 

I had no idea what Quatre gave him either, I'd never had anything like this. Course I never went for torture, just plain death.

 

“Did I say that? I guess I lied.” Solo answered the question I'd forgotten I'd asked. I had about a thousand different sarcastic comebacks to his explanation, but the burning intensified in my eyes and my palms were back pressing against the lids.

 

“Make it stop.” I half sputtered instead.

 

“I can't do that Duo. You know how Quatre's mixtures are. Odd, being brought down by your own weapon, isn't it.”

 

I felt Solo's hand grip my leg. It wasn't a tight grip, but I felt it even over the burning in my eyes. He moved it up my thigh. I had to get the hell away from him. I was screwed no matter where I was. I was screwed until I could get to Quatre. I didn't know how I was going to get there. Hell I had no plan at all, but I could still hold solid thoughts, so I had to take advantage of it because I was sure there was a lot more in store from the concoction that was cycling through my body and it would all lead to my death or a permanent handicap.

 

“You're planning something?” Solo questioned as if he already knew I was. “Duo, you can't escape me. Not in your condition.”

 

“You know Solo, I think you forgot something about me, or maybe you weren't around long enough to see it.” I panted through the pain.

 

“And what's that?” Solo asked his hand tightening on my thigh. I'd felt the pain for long enough I was getting used to it and could feel other things around me again. The car had stopped. It jerked moving forward. We must have been at a light. Either way, I had no more time to plan.

 

I turned my head where I assumed Solo was, my left hand pulling his hand from me while the right was undoing the lock and moving to the door handle behind me. I was glad I'd been in the car enough to be able to open the door without looking or fumbling.

 

“How fuckin crazy I really am.” I sneered at him as my right hand pulled the handle and I leaned back falling from the vehicle. I knew it was close to the ground and the way I fell didn't give me much time prepare for the hit.

 

I heard Solo yell my name as my shoulder and the side of my head met the pavement. I got my head up before any more damage could be done as I rolled on the hard pavement. Screeching tires, blaring horns, horrid cries filled my ears along with the sounds of my body smacking repeatedly on the blacktop until I finally rolled to a stop. I was reacquainted with the rod in my gut knowing from the ache I was feeling and the burring in my throat it had made its way through me. I was sure the point was sticking out of my back. I must have jammed it through in my rolls and coming to a stop on my stomach didn't help.

 

My head was spinning. I didn't have to see to feel the swirling. I was sure part of it was from my face cracking against the pavement, but most was probably from Quatre's little drug. I got to my hands and knees, attempting to stand. My throat tightened and the liquid poured from my mouth. I coughed wiping my lips as I finished. I could taste the iron in my mouth. I knew already, but the high-pitched screams next to me assured me it was blood that'd come out.

 

Worried voices surrounded me, questioning me, demanding responses from me. I didn't have time for this shit. I knew the traffic would make it impossible for him to stop near me, but he wouldn't have to go far before he could pull off and run back for me. I also had a severe disadvantage in this game. I heard sirens in the distance.

 

God damn, why the hell is it when you have an emergency it takes them forever to respond, but when it's the last fuckin thing you wanna hear, they're right around the damn corner. There was nothing the police or a trip to the hospital could do for me. I forced myself up trying to fight the dizziness that was spreading through me. Shit, it was starting to fuck with my head, it felt light and thoughts were beginning to disjoint.

 

I stumbled forward pushing past all the helping hands that attempted to take hold of me and all the yelling voices telling me I was hurt, like I fuckin didn't know that. I stumbled blindly forward.

 

What the hell was I doing? I was running from something. I tripped and was reacquainted with pavement. I wanted to stay on the cold ground. I wanted to give up. I didn't have any reason to go forward, did I? I questioned myself over and over. Just the two words. Did I?

 

I was up again mumbling the question repeatedly as I walked blindly. My arms were at my sides my head slightly turned upward. The question a mantra.

 

I heard the horn, followed by another barrage of screams. I turned in time to take the hard metal in the gut forcing my upper body forward to smack against it. The metallic taste filled my mouth as I lay on the car hood.

 

Panicked screaming, crying and screaming, hands gripping me, and voices calling out to me.

 

“Get off of me!” I yelled swinging my arms violently as I pushed away from the car that crushed into my gut. I could feel the warm line running down my stomach. It was thicker. I reached my hand around my back touching the rod that poked out thorough the coat I wore. I took off the long coat. I ignored the gasps and sounds around me. I knew what I had to do. The rod had gone too far though. The wound in the front no longer had any silver sticking through letting it bleed faster.

 

If I bleed too much I would die. I don't know why that thought was in my head, but it was the only thing there at the moment. I felt behind me finding the metal hood of the car that'd hit me. I put the back of my legs on it, took a deep breath in, let it out and fell against it.

 

I coughed and gagged as the rod was pushed back so it was evenly through me. I rolled from the hood of the car falling to all fours, panting. What the hell was I doing?

 

The pain seemed to clear my head momentarily. Giving me a chance to think. I had to get to Quatre, but I had no fuckin clue where I was.

 

“Oh my god! Oh my god! What do I do? What do I do?” I heard the panicked feminine voice behind me. It sounded like she was about to hyperventilate.

 

“Calm down.” I grunted. My eyes were beginning to burn again. I'm sure they had been before, but it was worsening.

 

“You're still alive. Oh my god, we have to get an ambulance. Some one help!” she screamed like a mother with an injured child.

 

“No, just a cab.” I murmured. I knew she didn't hear me as she screamed again.

 

“Shut up!” I yelled. Falling into a slight fit of coughing from the action. She was quiet. I figured I'd scared her, which was fine at least she shut up. “Just get me a cab.”

 

“A cab?” She questioned seeming not to follow. The sirens were growing louder. I was done with her. I grunted as I pushed myself up and stumbled down the road. I hadn't heard any cars, so I figured it was a side street. I needed to move before the sirens got any closer.

 

“Duo!” The shout sounded behind me. I'd barley made it three steps. I stopped turning to the voice. “Duo?”

 

“Marquise?” I questioned unsure if it was truly him. The ringing of the sirens was growing louder and louder in my ears.

 

“Duo, what happened?”

 

“Zechs?” I could barely hear him it was so loud.

 

“Duo?” He sounded far away. I felt his hand on my arm and knew something bad was terribly wrong. “What's happened? Duo!” I barely made out the last, though I was sure he was yelling.

 

“Winner industries!” I shouted trying to drown out ringing in my ears. The sirens had died replaced by a high-pitched ringing. It was like having air horns pressed against my ears as they went off.

 

I screamed wordlessly feeling the blood leak through my fingers and down my hands. The pain still ravishing the sensitive canals as I cried out. I fell into the body in front of me. I felt him shake me.

 

“Winner industries. Dr. Quatre Winner.” I repeated it 4 times before he stopped shaking me. I must not of said it loud enough until the 4th time. It was hard to tell, since I couldn't hear anything. My ears ached, my eyes burned, my head was spinning and my body felt cold.

 

I was picked up and held tightly. I could feel the slight movement from the rise and fall of breath. The arms squeeze me as I coughed.

 

“I'm cold.” I didn't know if I was speaking out loud or not. “I don't want to die like this.” I knew I was running out of time. I'd bled too much from my gut. I must look like hell.

 

“Zechs.” The arms held me tighter. “I-I'm sorry.” I barley got it out before my jaw started to chatter and my body began to shake. “I'm cold.”

 

It was getting hard to stay awake, not that I could even tell anymore. If it could all be just a dream. All of it. My whole life some kids fantasy or horrid nightmare. Anything, but real.

 

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it's kinda nice when I end it with less of a cliff hanger no? ahahah yeah cause this ain't a cliff hanger at all….but maybe it's over…perhaps this is how it ends…. GWAHAHAAHAHAH!