Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Truth Behind Time Lost ❯ Tortured Soul ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter 11: Tortured Soul

 

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The soldiers kept a firm grip on their captives to ensure they wouldn't escape. They were all brought to one large cell and thrown in. The soldiers carrying Heero's limp body settled him on the floor, while the other guards kept their guns trailed on the other pilots movements until they backed out of the room and secured the door.

 

"Heero!" Quatre called and moved forward to check over the Wing Zero pilot. "I think they drugged him or something." He told the others and began to search Heero a bit with his hands and could only feel a few bumps along his body. Wufei sat down on one of the cots in the room and sighed.

 

"Well, that turned out exactly like we planned."

 

"There was no plan Wufei. Heero just reacted and we couldn't let Duo get shot. There wasn't enough time! We weren't even together when those soldiers shot him. How were we supposed to know they were so goddamn efficient?" Quatre pleaded. His eyes were still pouring out tears and he couldn't stop them. "He was our friend and we let him down. May Allah keep his spirit safe."

 

Wufei wanted to start planning on how they were going to get out of this mess, but there wasn't a point to it. They were all captured and no one would be coming to rescue them. Heero was unconscious, Trowa hadn't said a word since they got shoved in here, and Quatre was crying and mourning their lost comrade. No, there was no point in trying to escape. Duo was the only one missing, and he was dead.

 

Trowa finally went to comfort Quatre and put Quatre in his arms the best he could. They sat together on the other cot and spoke in low tones to each other while Wufei chose to meditate. Heero was still unconscious and he hoped that Heero wouldn't lash out at them too much because of his loss.

 

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"Your Excellency, I have captured all the gundam pilots and they are now in our custody." Lady Une stated proudly to Treize via vid-phone. Treize was currently in his office reading through his many files on the latest suit upgrades and didn't seem very happy with Lady Une's report.

 

"I want them to be kept alive, Lady. This war will not be the same without them and I want them to be treated with respect."

 

"But your Excellency, surely you want them executed for the soldiers' lives they took-"

 

"No. I don't want them harmed. Feed them and keep them to their cells until I say otherwise. Those are my orders Lady. Do as I say."

 

"Yes. It shall be done." Lady Une sighed and the connection was cut. "Why must he wish to spare the remaining pilots? What good will it do us?" She fumed and set up the orders to the guards that would be watching over the pilots. They could survive on some of the rations, the same as the soldiers around them. Although, she secretly wanted their blood to be spilt for all the trouble they had ever caused her.

 

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"Mm. Ugh." Heero's eyes snapped open and he sat up taking in his surroundings of the dim cell. He saw the other pilots and looked for his love.

 

He wasn't among them.

 

It wasn't a dream.

 

He was really gone.

 

Heero curled up on himself and rocked back and forth before he stopped and jumped up and ran into the cell door. He lashed out against the heavy metal with out of anger and frustration he felt and started to kick it as hard as he could. "GIVE HIM BACK TO ME YOU BASTARDS! YOU SICK FUCKS! YOU MURDERS! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARDS! I'LL FUCKIN' KILL YOU FOR THIS!"

 

Heero kept kicking the door with all his might until Wufei grabbed onto him and pulled him away. "Stop it 01! Stop this right now!" Wufei hissed and shook him. "He's gone 01. He's dead. We can't do anything about it right now. We must wait for the right time to come and then we strike." Wufei whispered to him.

 

Heero gradually calmed down, and Wufei lead him to sit on the cot. He sat next to him and was surprised when Heero leaned against him and started to shake. "I want him back. I miss him already. I want him back." Heero started to whisper over and over again.

 

Quatre pulled away from Trowa and kneeled next to the two boys and reached out to stroke Heero's hair gently. Trowa came over to and reached out to grasp Heero's hands in his as the boy continued to tremble.

 

"We all want him back. Every one of us, but we have to stay strong and wait for the time to come 01. 05 was right. We have to wait."

 

"Thank you." Heero whispered finally and the shaking slowly ebbed. He noticed the tears running down Quatre's face and reached out and wiped them away. "Do you think this pain I feel will ever go away?" Quatre looked sympathetic, but shook his head.

"It'll ache, but you won't forget him Heero, I promise. As long as you remember who he was, you won't forget him." Heero's chest ached and throbbed and felt empty. Duo had filled that void. How was he supposed to deal with this?

 

Hours passed by and still the boys were clumped together on the cot, trying to ease the pain of their friend's death. A guard came in a little bit later and the guns were still trained on them as their meal and water ration was set on the ground near the door way.

 

The boys didn't move at all and the guards had to wonder at this sudden change from before. All the pilots were subdued and one of the guards even claimed he's seen one of them crying. Lady Une was the next to find out and sent a report to Zechs claiming that the pilots had broken down.

 

He responded that he was leaving Treize's side. They no longer could see eye-to-eye on the matters at hand, and Zechs even claimed there was no longer a war now that the pilots couldn't fight in it. It was the last they heard from him. Lady Une was somewhat glad to have him out of her hair, but Zechs had a point.

 

Who was there to fight them besides themselves?

 

The days passed by and the pilots remained subdued. They talked a bit, but each of them was in their own thoughts. Their rations were brought to them and they shared the meager meal amongst themselves. Heero didn't feel like eating, none of the really did, but they needed to keep up their strength so Wufei pushed them to do so. They worked out who slept with whom. Wufei and Heero shared one cot, while Trowa and Quatre shared the other at lights out. Everything was set into a routine and for three days it didn't break pattern once.

 

The next day Trowa was in the midst of doing sit-ups when the door flew open and three guards stood there. They didn't look like the normal guards that were at the door, but they figured the guards had to rest some time like any other human being did. A change of the guard probably had taken place, so it was so odd. Still...

 

"All of you are to come with us. Stay in single file and don't try anything unless you wish to get shot." The guard told them and they stood up without question. Maybe this would be the end of them. Maybe they would finally be meeting Duo whether in the next life or a heaven or hell and they would surely find out when Death came to greet them.

 

The guard lead them down a corridor that they didn't recognize and came to a hanger with a small transport ship waiting. The pilots looked at the guards confused, but didn't question them. The first guard saw the awkward glance given to them and offered an answer.

 

"Lady Une is no longer in charge of you. You are to be transported else where since Lady Une can no longer be trusted and we want you to live."

 

"We could kill you in less than a minute and hijack this transport." Heero sneered and glared at the guard, but it had no effect on him.

 

"We know that, but if you don't want OZ to kill you, I suggest you trust us, even if it's only for a little while. Get on the transport." He asked and Heero was nudged in the back a little. He walked up and into it and was lead to sit down in a chair at the back end. The other pilots were directed the same and soon the guards buckled them in. The flight sequence was punched in and soon they were ready for take off.

 

A sudden pounding was heard and the guard who wasn't in the flight cabin sat with them looked a bit panicked. "They've found us. Take off now!" He shouted and the other guards hurried with the sequence and soon had the transport in the air and launching in space. The volleys quieted and the ship lurched as the ship was prepared for a long flight and one of the guards punched in the coordinates.

 

"Are you alright back there Kellin?" A guard called back.

 

"I'm fine and so are the gundam pilots it seems. That was close back there though. I hope she made it out." Kellin replied and looked over all the boys.

 

"Who are you exactly if you're not with OZ?" Wufei asked, furrowing his eyebrows at them.

 

"You'll find out soon enough. I'm Deverian, second lieutenant of the ship we are heading too." He said and the pilots narrowed their eyes at him. "Don't worry. The commander or the captain will explain everything, although they might want to speak with the Winner boy first." Quatre's eyes widen at this. "We know who your father was, Quatre and what he wanted to achieve, among other things. So don't be afraid."

 

Quatre looked at him appraisingly, trying to remember if he had ever seen the man before, but came up blank. He did recognize the face from anywhere and none of the other guards looked familiar either. Quatre simply nodded but made himself open up to all that was happening around him so he wouldn't miss anything.

 

"I'm called Vortrex, it's a pleasure to see the gundam pilots in person, though the circumstances should've been different. I don't have a rank like Deverian has, however, I do know the captain won't harm you. He isn't the type to do something like that. The commander is though, except she's the one being harmed most of the time. She too much of a masochist at times, I swear." He sighed and shook his head. "I only hope she got out of the base before we left."

 

"What do you mean?" Heero asked even more confused at this new information.

 

"She was the one who let us out of our own prison cell and told us to get you out and where to find you. She created a diversion to get us out of the base and escape with you in our protection. She's very good at creating them." He smirked. A knowing grin on his face. "You'll meet her hopefully once we get on the ship."

 

A beep sounded in the cabin. "Hm. We're approaching it faster than I anticipated. The ship is coming up. I'll go through the docking procedures." Vortrex started up the sequence while the other two stayed with the pilots.

 

"Are we your prisoners since we're still in manacles?" Quatre asked.

 

"No, not prisoners. It's just that we don't have the mechanism to unlock them. We'll have someone unlock them when we get on board." Deverian promised. The ship shifted a bit and everyone felt a sudden jerk as the transport docked. "Well, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" He got no response but didn't expect one anyway. He quickly unbuckled the four pilots and the hatch depressurized and opened. He headed out first and Kellin gestured to the other pilots that they could go next, which they did.

 

The hanger was rather large and surprisingly empty. There weren't any other transports or shuttles in here. Trowa wondered briefly if the ship they were on had more than one hanger or perhaps were too over confident. Deverian lead the way through the hanger and ended up at a hallway that had a large lift at the end. He walked over to it and motioned for the pilots to follow. They did if not somewhat reluctantly. Kellin and Vortrex stood in the corners and then pressed an unmarked button to head up.

 

A computerized voice asked for which deck to stop at and Kellin replied, "The command deck." The decks passed quickly until the lift slowly came to a stop and the doors opened to reveal another long and wide hallway. This hallway was lined with doors and intersections. Kellin lead the way and stopped at one, pressed his hand against the panel and the door opened.

 

"This way pilots." He lead the way into a large room that was circular in shape and had a huge screen at the front of it that projected the space outside. A huge railing ran along half the room and a long drop off could be seen when you walked along the edge of the rail.

 

"Wait right here. The captain is either on the sub level below or around here somewhere." Deverian said and walked away.

 

The pilots took in this new room that was brightly lit and had monitors along the walls. There was one work space that looked completely void of any keys, but could be called a work space because it project a small three dimensional diagram of some suits and was running through a schematic check of some kind.

 

"There's no sign of the captain up here. I'm going to take the lift down to the sub level."

 

"Why do that when you could jump over the railing?" I female voice called.

 

"Because I don't have a death sentence commander." He called back and moved away from the rail just in time as a female came up and stood on the narrow metal railing.

 

"That's funny. I could've sworn Lady Une put in an execution sentence for you. Or maybe that was just me? She did enjoy shooting at me with all those guns around me while I was on display. How did I look as a boy?" She asked and struck a pose with her arms held high over her head. What was she talking about?

 

"I couldn't even tell it was you." Deverian said. "You looked just like a boy, just with long braided hair. I'm surprised you recovered so fast from being shot like that." The gundam pilots were getting more confused by the minute. Heero's mind was trying to processes all that they were saying.

 

She said she posed as a boy.

 

A boy with a long braid and was held on display.

 

Could she have been pretending to be Duo?

 

But, that was impossible. She would be dead if that happened.

 

Wouldn't she?

 

He missed most of the rest of the conversation, but snapped back to attention when he heard his name leave her lips.

 

"Oh and Heero, I don't know what you promised Duo, but those things you said to me when I was bleeding all over the floor were really sweet." She smiled at him and he began to feel faint.

 

"I don't understand. You were Duo?" He asked, a slight pang of hope beat in his broke heart.

 

"No, I took on Duo's shape to act, look, and sound like Duo to save him. You're such a sweet guy. I couldn't let you lose each other." She grinned and started to walk along the railing. Her balance was perfect, Trowa noted, as she came to stop in front of them, grinning madly.

 

Heero looked lost for a minute before swallowing hard and uttering the question he wanted to ask badly.

 

"Then Duo's alive?" She jumped down in front of him and folded her hands behind his head and leaned closer looking into his eyes. The answer he wanted to would either be confirmed or denied with her next words.

 

"Heero he's... "

 

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