Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Colonist Labour Camp no. 125 ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Gundam Wing to you? Ok, I am Japanese, but no. Seriously, I do not own the Gundam boys, and I certainly have nothing worth suing me for. ^^

Rating: R for safety, but this may change later.

Warnings: Um, good question. Shounen-ai/yaoi, violence, general cruelty all round. Language, angst (can't do without the angst!), um… I think that's it. I'll be adding to this list as I go along, probably, so keep an eye on it people!

Pairings: Ooh, secret. ^_~

Author's notes: Well, I guess you get to find out who the new prisoner is in this chapter. ^^ It didn't take that long for me to produce this chapter, right? I'm quite proud of myself really.

Thewarriorkai, thankyou so much for leaving another review! I'm serious, you can pester as much as you like. I got the notify email thing from Mediaminer saying you'd written a review just as I was in the middle of writing this, so here's LOTS of chocolate chip cookies for you!! *Throws*

Right, to avoid confusion, this is the hierarchy of OZ ranks. I know it's not strictly correct, but OZ isn't real, darlings.

General

Colonel

Lieutenant Colonel (Lt. Colonel)

Major

Captain

Lieutenant

Corporal

Anyway, please read and review!

As always, title suggestions are hugely appreciated.

 

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Corporal Trant and the mysterious Colonel were down before 03 had even realised what was happening. Or before anyone else realised, for that matter.

 

Unfortunately, the OZ officers weren't as stupid as many would like to believe and they reacted fast, running forward towards the boy trying to reach the gate.

 

Everyone had stopped working by this point, grateful for the reprieve and silently willing the boy to reach his destination, to escape, spit in the face of OZ like they all longed to do but couldn't.

 

“Go on,” 05 hissed under his breath, “Go on…!”

 

But it wasn't to be. As the boy changed direction sharply, his long chestnut braid flew out behind him and Captain Mueller reached out and grabbed it. The boy's head was yanked sharply back and most of the colonists winced. That must have hurt his neck. He was yanked over completely and lay on the dirty ground, trying to get back up.

 

“Fucking colonist,” Captain Mueller snarled, pulling viciously on the braid. “How DARE you!” The boy's hands flew to the top of his braid, trying to ease the painful pulling, his eyes shut momentarily.

 

When they opened again a second later, 03 could see wild anger, hate, dancing demonically in pools of violet, the most unusual eyes 03 had ever seen. “Get the fuck offa me!!” the boy yelled furiously, finally managing to get back onto his feet. He lashed out with his right foot, connecting solidly with the Captain's knee. There was a distinct crack, and many satisfied expressions could be seen on the faces of the colonists.

 

Captain Mueller paled and he yelled in pain, but to his credit he didn't relinquish his hold on the chestnut braid. The boy tried to kick him again, but by that time four other officers had arrived and one of them raised a sniper rifle into the air above and behind the back of the boy's head.

 

`Look out!' 03 wanted to scream, but he didn't. It wasn't as if his warning would have done any good anyway. And besides, if any of the OZ officers remembered his voice, then he was definitely dead meat.

 

The rifle crashed down on the boy's head with a sickening thud and he collapsed, his fall prevented by the vicious grip on his hair that Captain Mueller still retained. He tried to get up again, feebly, and the sniper rifle was brought down again with another thud.

 

The teenage colonist's eyes rolled up into his head and closed, finally going limp. He was slung over Corporal Bough's shoulder, a huge burly officer who made the boy look tiny, frail, so young. Then he was carried away into one of the detention blocks.

 

Several officers helped Captain Mueller, Corporal Trant and the Colonel to stand. All of them had been kicked in the leg, and so they were helped to walk to the same detention block that the rogue colonist had disappeared into.

 

The remaining officers went back to the groups of watching colonists, who hastily resumed work, praying that their captors hadn't been put into a bad mood.

 

03 and 05 watched with stony faces as 3077 was randomly pulled out from the group. 04 bit his tongue and his eyes went wide with fear for the young girl.

 

“Are you glad the little fucker didn't get away?” Lieutenant Nichol asked, deceptively quietly. He bent slightly so that he was face to face with 77. “Well?!” His voice rose to a shout.

 

77 didn't flinch however, and every labourer felt a surge of pride. “Yes, sir,” she replied, her voice just above a whisper.

 

“Oh, really.” It wasn't a question. “I think you're lying.”

 

“No, sir.” Now 77 was looking scared, staring at the ground and balling her hands into fists to stop them trembling.

 

“Liar.” The single word was spoken almost cheerfully. 77 dared to look up.

 

04 shut his eyes and looked away, his shoulders shaking as a gunshot was fired into the body of the girl.

 

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“I don't think he'll survive the night.”

 

“Really? I do. I don't think OZ will kill him just yet.”

 

“But they're definitely gonna beat him. Did you see how slender he was? There's no way he'll survive if he's given a really bad beating.”

 

“That's what I used to think about 04.”

 

“Fair point.”

 

The hushed voices spoke as quickly as they could without becoming incoherent, trying to get as much of the conversation done as possible.

 

It was 8:30 pm, and 03, 04 and 05 were in the showers along with three others; 5647, 1009 and 3998. 47 and 09 were girls, but no-one, including themselves, could summon the required energy to care.

 

“Let's say for the sake of argument that he does survive. Where do you think he's gonna be put? Blocks A and C are full, right? That leaves B, which is ours. D'you think…” 47, a pretty German girl with dark hair, was cut off abruptly by 05.

 

“Shh!”

 

47 frowned and looked out of the shower room door. “There's no-one there,” she said. “We'd hear if there was, don't worry.”

 

“Not his point,” 03 replied quietly.

 

47 and 98 looked briefly puzzled, but 09 nudged them and pointed.

 

04 stood in the corner, not participating in the conversation. He stared blankly at the wall, blinking every so often to get the lukewarm shower water out of his eyes. And possibly something else too, 03 suspected.

 

“Oh, God…” 47 whispered, guilt stricken. “I forgot… I didn't mean to…”

 

05 shook his head and walked over silently. “04?” he probed quietly. He laid a hand on 04's shoulder. “04, she'll be fine. She's a strong girl.” But then he gasped. “You're burning up!” he snapped. “You've got a fever. Why didn't you say something?!”

 

03 instantly hurried over, slipping a little on the wet tiles. “What?”

 

“04's got a fever,” 05 repeated, scowling furiously. But his hand was suddenly pushed away by the considerably paler one of 04.

“I'm fine,” he said firmly. “Just worried, that's all. I'm not ill or anything. Don't worry over me.”

 

The Chinese boy sighed. He sent 03 a pleading glance. The tall boy nudged 05 out of the way gently and put his arm round 04's shoulders. “77 will be fine. She's in 4988's room; 4988 used to be a doctor. She'll take care of 77, make sure she's ok.”

 

04 frowned and looked up at the gentle face of 03. “She's allowed to? Why is OZ letting her do that? Surely it's far better to just let 77 die?” he wondered bitterly.

 

“4988 was an OZ Major in the War, and still has a small amount of influence among those who respected her,” was the calm, soothing reply.

 

“…What? So why is she in here with us?” 04 asked, confused. 09, 47 and 98 looked puzzled as well.

 

“She changed sides,” 05 replied. “She joined us and fought for the colonies.”

 

04 looked thoughtful, not quite so sorrowful now. “Is this a woman in her late twenties, strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, quite tall?”

 

“Yes,” 03 and 05 affirmed in unison.

 

A sunny, hopeful smiled broke out onto 04's face. “I met her once,” he breathed. “She's wonderful. She's really taking care of 77?”

 

Everyone nodded, including the girls and 98. Even though they still weren't too sure who 4988 was, all of them were immensely fond of the gentle Arabic boy and jumped at the chance to reassure him.

 

04's eyes glistened with tears and he closed them, sighing thankfully, some of the tension and worry leaving him with that sigh. “Thank Allah,” he whispered shakily.

 

03 hugged the relieved boy and stepped back, allowing 05 to give 04 a hug as well.

 

“Next chance you get, I want you to ask 4988 to check you as well,” 05 said sternly. “I don't care whether you think you're fine or not, better safe than sorry.”

 

04 rolled his eyes but smiled. “Alright,” he said agreeably. He finished his shower and stepped out of the water, drying himself off with his thin shirt and pulling his worn brown trousers on.

 

03 and 05 finished their showers a few seconds after 04 and they too dried themselves with their upper clothes and put on the rest of their clothes, which they had been allowed to keep from the time they had been captured. This wasn't out of kindness on OZ's behalf of course; it would have been far too expensive to give every single colonist a `uniform' to wear.

 

“Goodnight,” 04 said to the girls and 98, before stepping out of the shower room.

 

“Night, 04,” they called back in perfect unison, as they had been doing for the last five months. “Night 05, night 03.”

 

“Goodnight,” 05 replied, giving a slight bow. 03 nodded at them and followed his roommates, shaking his oddly styled hair out of his eyes where it flopped when it was wet like it was.

 

The three were escorted back to their rooms by two OZ officers and locked in as per usual. The only light in the room came from the moon outside, which was a perfect crescent.

 

“Goodnight,” 04 whispered. His roommates didn't reply, but 04 knew they returned the sentiment.

 

03 tucked the dark blue blanket tightly around him. It had been his turn to give 77 his blanket. But he knew she would be kept warm; 4988 would see to that, he was sure. 04 seemed to have a lot of faith in the woman, and 03 trusted him implicitly. His emerald green eyes smiled fondly across the room at the peaceful features of the blonde boy before closing and preparing for sleep.

 

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Sandy: Well, it was a little bit longer than the previous chapters. ^^;; I will try to make the next one at LEAST 7 pages, honest!

Wufei: Pft. Yeah right.

Sandy: Oi!!

Anyway, I would just like to remind anyone who may be reading this that I have changed Chapter 2 around a bit, so if you haven't read the updated version please do so now, or you may get a teensy bit puzzled. ^^

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