Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Family Ties ❯ Chapter 16 ( Chapter 16 )

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Chapter Sixteen

 

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The girl's hair began to rise as if struck with static electricity. Her eyes glowed brightly as she stretched out her hand towards the pilots. “We can either do this the easy way, or the hard way; but either way, Quatre is coming with me!”

 

The banged boy's grip tightened around the frail boy as Quatre began to whimper and cringe in pain. “I'll never let you take him!”

 

“Your Choice!” She shouted as she unleashed her power. With a sharp gesture, the blonde boy was ripped out of his lover's grasp.

 

“QUATRE!” Trowa shouted, fighting against the unseen attack, in effort to remain standing. “QUATRE!”

 

With great concentration, the girl struggled to control her brother's movements.

 

The boy moaned, his pain and fear surrounding him like a physical shield. “Isis. . . stop. . .”

 

“Stop it, Quatre!” Isis hissed through clenched teeth, as her power output increased. “You won't break my concentration this time!”

 

Quatre whimpered, as his body twisted in agony.

 

“STOP IT!” Trowa demanded, his fist clenched at his sides, “LET HIM GO!”

 

“I can't do that. . .” she denied, her voice strained as she continued to fight.

 

Quatre screamed.

 

“YOU'RE KILLING HIM!” The banged boy shouted, panic starting to rise up in his heart.

 

“I WILL NOT LOSE!” The girl announced, as a wave of her power shot out and hit the taller boy, sending him crashing into a brick wall.

 

Gasping as the wind was knocked from him, Trowa battled with the approaching darkness. “Q-Quatre. . .”

 

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“Trowa!” A loud persistent voice called repeatedly, while shaking him roughly.

 

The banged boy groaned. He couldn't wake up. `What happened?' He thought vaguely, `I don't usually sleep this deeply. . .'

 

“WAKE UP, TROWA!” The voice demanded. “YOU HAVE TO TELL ME WHERE QUATRE IS!”

 

“Quatre?” The boy mumbled, “What about him?”

 

“He's GONE!”

 

Trowa's eyes flew open. Duo pulled him into a sitting position, “What do you mean Quatre's gone?” he demanded.

 

“I mean that he's not here!” Duo frowned, “He's not anywhere. What the Hell happened here, Tro?”

 

Slowly, the fuzz in the taller boy's head began to clear, “Isis.” He said, “She attacked us. . . and she. . . she kidnapped him. . .”

 

“What!?” Duo's violet eyes widened in shock, “Kidnapped! Wait a-minute, Who's Isis? And why would she want Quat?”

 

“I don't know. . .” Trowa groaned again, “My head is so foggy. . . I can't think straight. . .”

 

“HIIRO!” The braided boy beckoned to the Japanese boy.

 

“How do you feel, Trowa?” Hiiro asked, as he approached the fallen boy, putting the scanner his was using into his belt pouch.

 

“Like I got hit by a Gundam.” He frowned, rubbing his head, “I need you to look up Isis Winner. I need to know everything about her.”

 

“Hn.” The Japanese boy nodded pulling out his laptop and booting it up.

 

“I'm getting a lot of unusual electo-waves.” Wu Fei frowned as he approached his friends.

 

“They look consistant with those of a newtype.” Sally announced, peering over the Chinese boy's shoulder. “Trowa, what happened here?”

 

“I think we met the newtype responsible for Quatre's illness.” Trowa glared.

 

“How can a newtype make someone sick?” Wu Fei asked. “Last I knew, there weren't any that strong.”

 

“It only happens to other newtypes.”

 

“But that doesn't make sense. . .” Duo frowned, “That would mean. . .” He shot a look between Hiiro and Trowa. “That's it, isn't it. That's what you two have been hiding!” He all but shouted, “Hiiro, You're a jerk! How can you think of killing him for something that's not even his fault!?”

 

“Maxwell, What are you ranting about?”

 

“Don't you get it, Fei? Quatre's a newtype, and they've been keeping it a secret.”

 

“Newtype! What does he- I mean, what is his ability?”

 

“He's an empath.” Trowa whispered, burring his head in his hands. “We didn't tell you because Hiiro was under orders to execute anyone who found out.”

 

“The orders still stand.” The Japanese boy pointed out, not looking up from his computer. “But for right now, we've got to find him.”

 

“Trowa, did you see what this other Newtype's power was?”

 

“She moved stuff with her mind. . .”

 

“Telekinetic.” Sally frowned, “Very rare. Very dangerous.”

 

“Why's that Sal?” Duo asked.

 

“It's a power based on emotions. The more emotional the person is, the more powerful the force. It is very difficult to control.”

 

“Isis Winner: Born AC 178 to Catherine Winner. Disappeared AC 185 All other records have been deleted.”

 

“Isis is Quatre's sister?” Duo frowned. “Why would she kidnap her own bro?”

 

“The only one who was naturally born, by the looks of things. . .” Hiiro glared.

 

Trowa groaned as he stiffly climbed to his feet.

 

“Where do you think you're going?” Sally frowned disapprovingly at the ex-pilot.

 

“To find my boyfriend.” Trowa shrugged off her restraining hand. “I'm going to go see his sister, Kisa. She might be able to answer some of our questions.”

 

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Drip

 

Drip

 

Drip

 

He could hear a steady, constant drip over to the right of where he lay. Slowly, and most painfully, Quatre opened his eyes. His head was screamed against any movement, even as something as simple as opening his eyes. Quickly, they snapped shut again, as a wave of nauseousness clenched at his stomach. `Why is the light so damn bright?' was the first coherent thought that he was able to come up with. The second being, `Where the Hell am I?'

 

Drip

 

Drip

 

Drip

 

The blonde rubbed his eyes, and then slowly, reopened them. Squinting in the blinding light, he noticed that he was in a small square cell. He also noticed that there were no door or windows.

 

Drip, Drip

 

Drip, Drip, Drip

 

Drip

 

Carefully, Quatre looked around the cell, `Where's that dripping coming from?' He pondered, pulling himself to a sitting position. In one corner, he could see a small puddle forming. “There has to be a pipe. . . or a leak. . .” he muttered, scanning the walls. The walls were smooth, except for a pair of pegs that were mounted half way up. The water, he noted, drizzled from what looked like a shower nozzle that was embedded flush with the wall.

 

Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip

 

Drip, Drip

 

Drip

 

Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip

 

`That's getting annoying. . .' The boy thought, standing on wobbly legs. His stomach lurched at the movement and he was almost very sick. “Damn. . .” he muttered, feeling quite dizzy.

 

//Oh, so you're awake. . .// a voice said over a hidden intercom. //Funny, the drug should have lasted another hour or so. . . oh, well. It just means more fun for me. . .//

 

Quatre squinted up at the lights, `He knows I'm awake. . . there must be a camera up there.' He groaned, “Drug?”

 

//A brilliant concoction that I invented myself.// The voice said smugly, //I doubt that even Hiiro Yui would be able to withstand it's effects. . .//

 

The blonde smiled grimly, “Interactive Software.” He murmured, making a mental note that this creep knows who Hiiro is. “What kind of fun?”

 

//Oh, I think you'll see shortly. First of all, can you swim?//

 

Quatre rubbed at his temples, “Swim?” he echoed, somewhat confused, “No, I don't like water. . .”

 

//OH!// The voice beamed, //Then this will be the most fun!//

 

The blonde paled at that comment. He suddenly got the feeling that he didn't want to know what his captor had in mind for him.

 

 

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To be continued. . .

 

A/N I'm so evil.