Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Healing Peace ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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HEALING PEACE

The splitting pain in his head brought Heero back from oblivion. He groaned and tried to reach up to touch the back of his head, only to discover that he had been handcuffed. His ankles were also shackled together. His captors were taking no chance in the possibility of his escape.

The ache in his head was terrible, and his eyes did not seem to want to work together. Nevertheless, Heero began to try and figure out how he was going to get out of this one. He didn't see many options. Sighing, he leaned his aching head forward to rest it on his bent knees. It looked like he was just going to have to wait and see what happened.

He must have dozed off, because he found himself jolted awake when harsh hands seized his arms. The two OZ soldiers holding Heero dragged him to his feet and forced him to walk. Each shuffling step that his shackled feet took sent a new wave of pain through his head. He must have groaned, because the two soldiers snickered. "He's already hurt," one said. "It shouldn't take much to get information out of him. Hey, I bet he would talk for an aspirin and a pack of ice for that lump Roberts gave him on the back of his head!"

"Hurt or not, he's still dangerous," the other one replied. "No, I think it will take a lot to break this one. We'll just have to be careful and not kill him before he tells us what we want."

Heero was trying to listen to their conversation, but he had to concentrate on simply walking. Luckily, his legs seemed to know what to do, and he didn't fall.

The two soldiers guided the injured Gundam pilot into a nearly empty room. All that was in the room were three other OZ soldiers and a set of wrist shackles suspended from the ceiling by a heavy chain.

Raising Heero's arms, the two guards transferred Heero's wrists into the set of suspended shackles. Inwardly, the pilot cursed himself. If his head didn't hurt so much, he could have used the few seconds that his wrists were free to have at least tried to escape.

Heero raised his head to fix an obstinate glare on the soldiers in the room. One of the men, apparently the commander, stepped forward. He grasped Heero's chin and met the boy's glare. "Alright," the commander said. "I'm sure that you know how this works. You tell us what we want, and we don't hurt you…much. Do we understand each other?"

Heero spat directly in the commander's face. The commander stepped back and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his face. "I take it that was your answer. Very well. You are only making this more painful for yourself. In the end, you WILL talk. Jordan? Michaels?" The commander motioned two of the soldiers forward. "Teach out young friend here to cooperate."

Heero groaned as the man named Jordan grasped his hair and pulled his aching head back. The action caused Heero's back to arch. Then the other man, Michaels, drove his fist into the boy's stomach. Heero bit back a cry as the wind was driven out of him. Jordan kept his head pulled back, causing Heero to have even more difficulty breathing. The man held his head a few seconds longer, and then released it. Heero bent forward as far as the chains would allow, painfully sucking in air. Then Jordan grasped Heero's chin and forced his head up. With a powerful blow, Jordan's fist connected with the side of Heero's face. A thin trickle of blood ran down his chin and neck from where his lip had split. Heero's vision clouded, and he groaned involuntarily. The punches kept coming, but Heero never said a word, and the only sound that he made was the occasional groan of pain.

"Stop." The voice of the commander somehow managed to register inside of Heero's throbbing head. The boy managed to raise his head to look at the commander. Heero's eyes were nearly swollen shut, and blood ran down the sides of his face. His lips were swollen and cracked, and his ears were ringing from the force of the blows.

"That will be enough for today," the commander said. "Take him back to his cell. Tomorrow, we will try something…different."

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Well, at least this chapter's longer than the first. Not that that was very hard to do! So, what do y'all think so far? Let me know, my muses need inspiration!