Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Eyes Cold As Stone ❯ Chapter Fifteen ( Chapter 15 )

Eyes Cold As Stone

Chapter 15

"Did you find anything?" Heero's features stilled and he gathered in a hesitant breath as if preparing for death.

They had been in the cargo plane for a while. Heero had come for him, and Trowa had told Heero his story. What was worrying, was that Heero hadn't told his story. He could tell that something was troubling Heero.

"I failed to find Quatre at either base, so I returned to HQ to attempt to hack into their system to find any information." Trowa nodded in approval. "I was caught and I was sent a picture." Heero stopped.

"A picture?" Trowa could feel the life flowing out of him. His breath came in short, cold gasps.

"Quatre." A long silence filled the cockpit. He didn't say anything as Heero mentally prepared himself for the rest of the story. "He's been tortured, Trowa. I don't even want to begin to find out what has been done to him. He was covered in blood and…" He closed his eyes as Heero trailed off.

Quatre.

He was dead. Without Quatre he was nobody-he was dead. His blood flowed cold in his veins, and his breath was hardly there. He set his face into his familiar mask and waited out the rest of the flight. He would repair Heavyarms and destroy the bastards. He sat with his arms crossed-silent. Deathly silent. His tears even refused to fall. He could feel Heero looking at him, but he didn't care. After a long while, Heero spoke.

"He's still alive. We will find him, Trowa."

Quatre.

He remained silent.

"We won't rest until we've found him, Trowa. He is alive, and he'll be back in your arms. Don't give up hope."

He turned his head to stare at Heero. It was enough to acknowledge Heero. He wouldn't give up hope. He just wouldn't live.

He took in a dead breath.

Hope.

Heero set the plane on autopilot and reached across the cockpit. He laid his hand on Trowa's arm.

"Don't throw your life away, Trowa. I know that's what you're thinking. I know because I've thought like that before. You and I are alike. We react the same way. Please, don't shut yourself down." Trowa remained silent. He was dead. "If only for Quatre's sake."

Quatre.

Hope.

He took in a living breath.

Quatre.

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"I hope that you have made some headway, because I can't get shit here." Jezebel glowered at Colonel Satavich. It was so true, too. Information was becoming increasingly difficult to find. It wasn't because the Preventers had found her bugs. No. It was because the Preventers were now in a full-fledged war. "With the loss of a pilot, the Preventers are in their highest alert. No information moves."

"It was your idea to capture the pilot, Jezebel."

"Your point?" She narrowed her eyes. She quickly glanced around, making sure that her private conversation was indeed private. She glared into the communications screen.

"We've broken him." She brightened.

"How quaint."

"Sure."

"Have you gotten any information out of him yet?" A pause.

"Actually, no. As I told you, he's broken."

"Have you even began interrogating him?"

"Yes, but he hasn't told us anything. I've sent you a recording as per your instructions. It encrypted with Code 3C." She toyed with the communications console briefly, downloading the recording. "Enjoy."

"When are you interrogating him next?"

"In about five minutes."

"Good. Contact me if you find anything."

"Yes sir."

"Jezebel, out." She fingered the console a moment and configured the console for playback. It processed a moment and the picture fuzzed on screen a moment before solidifying into the interrogation room. She watched the interrogation unfold in front of her.

"Oh my God. Oh my God." Jezebel leaned forward. "Oh my God."

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Quatre sat in his room. They had finally unbound his wrists. Why he had been cuffed, he didn't know. After all, why put those evil things on someone anyway? The hungry metal bit into his skin, and he couldn't scratch his elbow if his wrists were locked together. Now that his wrists were free from the infernal things, he was able to scratch vigorously at his elbow. It didn't bring a lot of relief. He stretched his hands in front of him, comparing his two elbows. His left one was fine, but his right elbow was puffy, swollen and red. Plus it itched like a motherfucker. He giggled. Itching like a motherfucker. Since when did a motherfucker itch? He burst into hysterical laughter.

The door to his room opened and a rather large guard entered. Quatre shot to his feet and spun around in circles around the guard. He pirouetted himself around his cell before falling dramatically into the guard's chest.

"Carry me?" He fluttered his eyes, leaning heavily against the guard. The guard shrugged and tossed Quatre over his shoulder. He turned out of the cell. Quatre had an amazing view of the floor and the guards' ass. He made faces at the soldiers following the guard, snickering at their barely controlled faces. He stuck his tongue out, knowing that they were laughing at the clown being carried like a sack of flour.

The guard tossed him into the interrogation room. He looked around before dancing around the barren room. The big Kahuna guy was there, sporting a bad temper again. He scowled right back and stuck out his tongue. The big Kahuna guy stood up and shoved him down on the floor. Quatre pouted as he fell heavily on his backside on the unforgiving concrete.

"Gee, you're just so gentle and loving."

"Are you ready?" The big Kahuna guy definitely wasn't pleased.

"No." Quatre was in a difficult mood today. He smiled sweetly, enjoying the way the big Kahuna's face turned bright red.

"What's your name?"

"Asswipe." He was knocked backwards. He touched his face where the burning punch throbbed. "Ow."

"Your name."

"Asswipe." The big Kahuna guy threw up his hands. Quatre giggled. "Asswipe, asswipe, asswipe." He sang. He climbed to his feet and twirled around the room.

"Sit the fuck down."

"Oh, someone's in a bitchy mood." The big Kahuna guy let loose a loud howl. "Oh, pretty puppy." Quatre approached the big Kahuna and began scratching him behind the ears. He went flying as he was smacked savagely. He sat on the floor after pulling himself up. "You need to learn how to treat a lady." He stood and wobbled for a moment before dusting off an imaginary dress.

"Do you know what a Gundam is?"

"A gun that's damned." Quatre bit his thumbnail. "I wonder, is the gun damned by God? Cause that would just be cool!" He began prancing around again, humming a familiar melody.

"Are you a Preventer?"

"Of what? The acne that you're trying to conceal with makeup?" Quatre moved closer to the big Kahuna. "You know, makeup doesn't prevent breakouts, it just makes them worse. You should try something else. Cause that, in all honesty, looks really bad."

"Are you a Gundam pilot?" The big Kahuna guy began shaking.

"How can you pilot a gun that is damned by God? Is it a special gun? How big is it? Can I see one?"

"Shut up."

"But, I want to see one." Quatre began to whine.

"What are the Preventers going to do?"

"Get rid of your acne?" The big Kahuna let loose an animalistic howl and fled from the cell, leaving Quatre and the guard alone. "He doesn't like me, does he."

"No."

"Well, he's just a stuffy-butt. I don't like him either." Quatre twirled for a moment before settling down on the dirty cement. He drew pictures in the dirt, grime, and dried blood that littered the floor. "I don't like him either."

Quatre giggled.

Quatre woke up to pain. His entire middle section hurt. He looked up at the big Kahuna guy-Colonel Something-or-other. He saw the big Kahuna guy pull his foot back, seemingly to ready himself for a kick to his abdomen. No wonder about the pain.

Quatre laughed. How stupid could he be to not be able to figure out that pain comes from the big Kahuna guy? Duh. He winced as the Colonel's booted foot dug into his tender stomach.

"Fucker, that hurt." Quatre gasped.

"I know." The Colonel smiled. Quatre didn't like that smile. He smiled like that on the day that he screamed. Quatre closed his eyes, remembering. He had stayed silent up until that day. But after, it was like he had lost control of something that he was supposed to have. Maybe it was his sanity. Duo always laughed like mad in compromising situations and Heero always claimed that Duo was insane-although Heero probably meant that as a compliment. He was insane. He laughed startling the Colonel. He couldn't stop laughing.

"I'm insane! I'm fucking insane!" He rolled over onto his back, almost choking from the force of his laughter. He sat up, tears pouring from his eyes. "Woohoo! I'm insane." Quatre jumped gracelessly to his feet and began spinning crazily around the room, laughing hysterically. "Insane insane insane!"

He danced past the big Kahuna guy.

"I'm fucking insane, big Kahuna. Insane!" He pranced around and began singing one of the songs that Duo used to play. He also added in the instrumental parts.

"I feel good-duh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh. I knew that I would-duh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh. I fe-el good-duh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh. I knew that I would, now-nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh. So good-dunh dunh. So good. I feel good-dunh dunh dunh dunh YEAH!"

He could hear one of the guards snorting, trying not to laugh. He giggled himself, breaking into the twist and starting the song over again. He dogged a punch from the Colonel and thought of a new game. He stuck his thumbs in his ears; fingers splayed, and stuck his tongue out.

"Betcha you can't catch me!" Quatre taunted and darted away from the frustrated Colonel's grabbing hands. Quatre laughed maniacally as he darted, weaving around the room. "Can't catch me! Can't catch me!"

His breath was torn from his lungs as he was thrown savagely against a wall. He grunted with the impact. The Colonel's fingers dug into his arm, leaving bloody trails. Quatre whimpered as the Colonel continued to press him into the unforgiving wall. He tried to gasp in air, but he was being steadily crushed between the wall and the Colonel's body.

"Pet. You've been a very bad boy. I think its time for your punishment." Quatre gasped painfully for air.

"Since you seem to get off on it, I guess its long overdue." The Colonel smiled.

"I guess that you are right, my pet." Fingers scrabbled roughly around his waist, upsetting past scratches, cuts and bruises. Quatre struggled against the Colonel's grip.

Quatre screamed.