Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Family Ties ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

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Chapter eight

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A.C. 197 Preventer's HQ

Plaster fell, shattering against the tiled flooring as the building shuddered again. Trowa hissed as a piece hit his shoulder. He held Quatre closer as he used his own body to protect the unconscious boy.

"What's going on?" Sally demanded of a passing agent, from the door way to her office.

"There's been an explosion in the lower levels." The young man informed nervously, "Lady Une has issued an emergency evacuation."

"My God. . ." The physician gasped, turning back to the banged boy, who looked down at the boy in his arms.

"SALLY!" The doctor faced the hall, searching for the source of the voice. "SALLY!"

"Wu Fei!" She called back, eyeing the Chinese boy, trying to fight against the flow of the panicked agents as the flocked to the fire escapes.

"What are you still doing here!" He demanded, grabbing her wrist, "The building is going to collapse!"

"Quatre. . ." She began, glancing over her shoulder.

"Oh shit." The dark-haired boy groaned going to his friend's side, "Sally?"

The woman shook her head, "I can't explain it, Wu Fei. . ." She appoligized.

"And you really don't have time to, right now." A new voice rationalized.

The trio turned, startled.

"H-Hiiro?" Trowa frowned worriedly.

"I estimate that we have three minutes before all exits will be inaccessible." The Japanese pilot moved forward, brushing by Wu Fei and kneeling next to the banged boy. Swiftly, he helped lift Quatre's limp form to his feet and hooked the blonde's right arm across his shoulder and used his other arm to support his waist. Trowa nodded and followed suit with the boy's left arm. "It's impossible to get down through the stair ways." Hiiro ordered, "We'll take the elevator."

"Hiiro, aren't the elevators shut down in the event of a crisis?" Sally asked as she followed the pilots through the chaos.

"Hn." Was all of the response that the `Perfect Soldier' was going to divulge as he lead the way.

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A.C. 185 Winner Estates L4

She had never displayed this much power before; and the force of it was terrifying the little girl. The building quaked, threatening to crumble beneath the invisible stress placed upon it.

Behind her, Isis could hear her father's distorted voice, she sisters' screams and Quatre's wailing. She tried so desperately to control it, to fight it. . . but it was too much. Suddenly, something caught her attention in the corner of her eye.

Iria.

Iria was fighting against the surge of invisible power to get to her. At first Isis felt a sense of relief, thinking - hoping, that maybe her sister was coming to help her. However, the glint of metal and glass soon squashed that notion. Her sister, who was studying to become a doctor, was coming after her with a needle. . . Isis hated needles and a new panic, followed by a new wave of power erupted from the smaller girl.

"NOOO!" She screamed, her eyes flashing dangerously.

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A.C. 197 Preventer's HQ

Hiiro lead them to an elevator and quickly shut the door behind them. He then had Wu Fei take over in helping Trowa with Quatre, as the Japanese boy knelt by his waiting laptop. After pushing a few buttons, the elevator started to descend.

"Hiiro, You are amazing!" Sally praised.

"You've had this set up." Wu Fei smirked.

"Since the building first quaked." Hiiro admitted.

"Thank you, Hiiro." Trowa whispered, brushing back some of Quatre's blonde bangs.

Hiiro frowned and knelt by the boy. "Don't thank me yet, Barton." He said coldly as he studied the unconscious blonde. He then locked the banged boy into a glaring contest. "You know." He stated evenly.

"Does it matter?" Trowa countered. "The war is over, Hiiro."

"I have orders."

"We will retaliate."

The lurching halt of the elevator followed by the sudden plunging into darkness cut off any retort that Hiiro might have said. Swearing under his breath, the pilot returned to his laptop, typing ferociously.

"What's happened?"

"The power's been cut off, and my laptop doesn't have enough juice to finish the job." He swore again, continuing to type.

"We're trapped here?" Sally eeped, her breath beginning to quicken as she edged herself into a corner.

"Sally?" Wu Fei frowned worriedly, reaching out to his girlfriend. "Nani?"

She smiled weakly, "G-Gomen ne. . ." She whispered.

"For what?" He asked concerned, as he reached up and brushed back some of her loose hair.

"For being a weak onna. . ." turned from him, closing her eyes.

"Sally. . ."

"QUATRE!" Trowa shouted, startling everyone and attracting their attention. "QUATRE!" He shouted again, shaking the boy slightly.

"Trowa, what's the matter!?" Sally demanded, silently thankful for something other than her predicament to concentrate on.

"He's not breathing. . ." The banged boy whispered, fear evident in his face, reflecting in his visible eye. "He's. . . not. . ."

"Wu Fei!" Sally beckoned, as she took the blonde from Trowa and laid him flat along the elevator floor. She checked the boy's air way and listened. She frowned confused. His windpipe wasn't blocked, yet Quatre was obviously not breathing. . . in fact. . .now that she was listening, it sounded as if his windpipe was being crushed.

The Chinese boy lay a restraining, yet comforting hand on Trowa's shoulder. "This can't be happening. . ." The banged boy kept repeating, "Quatre. . . You can't leave me. . ."

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A.C. 185 Winner Estates L4

The blonde boy grimaced as he desperately fought for his breath. Invisible hands had wrapped around his thin throat and were slowly and surely squeezing the life from him, and everyone else in the room.

His sisters had already collapsed into unconsciousness not to long ago, and it seemed as if Father wouldn't be too far behind.

Isis's fear had been replaced by a terrifying sense of angry glee as she tightened her mental grip on her victims.

Quatre felt his mind become foggy, and his eyelids heavy. Silently he pleaded with his sister to release them, but the grip only tightened still. An animalistic desire to survive filled the child. Waves of terror and desperation radiated from him.

"Stop it, Quatre. . ." Isis whispered, calmer than she had been, "It won't work this time. . . they can't help you. . ."

The terror intensified.

"STOP IT, QUATRE!" Isis commanded, her invisible grip tightening, "JUST STOP IT!"

The terror wrapped itself around the girl, closing her in, and cutting her off.

Quatre fell to the ground, tears flooding down his cheeks as he hungrily and painfully gulped in air. When he glanced up, he saw that his sister was laying in an unconscious heap. "Isis. . ." he croaked, before passing out.

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"Isis. . ." Quatre croaked, with a slight groan, as he slowly came to.

"QUATRE!" Trowa exclaimed, pushing by the Chinese boy and engulfing the little Arabian in a gentle but firm embrace, "DON'T Scare me like that again!" He hissed, "Never again. . ."

"Trowa?" The blonde blinked confused, his voice hoarse. He was startled to feel the taller boy's body shudder. `He's crying!' Quatre realized, "I'm sorry, Trowa. . . I'm sorry!" Trowa's embrace tightened in response.

"How do you feel?" Sally asked.

"Like my windpipe has been crushed." He answered painfully.

"When we get out of here, I want to take you to the hospital, Quatre." Sally began.

The blonde shook his head, "No Hospital!" He denied profusely.

"Quat, you almost died." Wu Fei whispered.

"What. . ." Quatre blinked again and looked into Trowa's eyes. The raging emotions he saw in their emerald depths and the emotions emanating from almost everyone in the. . . elevator?. . ."Oh Allah. . ." He threw himself into the brunette's arms, "Trowa, I'm so sorry!"

"We're out." Hiiro announced as the doors slid open.

"What's going on?" The blonde asked, looking around.

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To be continued. . .

A/N: I hope I'm not causing too much confusion. ~-~;;;

Thanks for reading! I hope to update soon!

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