Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Healing Peace ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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HEALING PEACE

Heero lay on the floor of the cell. He didn't know how long it had been since the guards had brought him back, nearly unconscious, to the dark room. He had remained where they had dropped him, trying with limited success to withdraw his mind from the pain that his body felt. Until he could do that, Heero knew that he would be unable to concentrate on devising a plan for escape.

He struggled to sit up as the door to the cell was opened. He tried to prepare himself for another "interview," but to his surprise the guard merely placed a tray of food inside. When the door was closed, Heero made his way, painfully, to the tray. The food was simple and in small amount, and the water was warm, but it was better than nothing. He slowly ate the food, and then propped himself up against the wall to think

There's not much that I can do in this shape, he thought. My only real option is to hope that the others realize that I'm gone. Heero grimaced to himself. He had no doubt that Duo at least would realize that he was missing, but he really hated the idea of having to rely on the braided Gundam pilot to rescue him. I really don't have a choice, though.

Heero's thoughts were interrupted as the door to his holding cell was opened once again. The two guards from before entered the room, and once again hauled him to his feet.

"I think the commander is ready to have some more fun with you now," one of the guards said. The other one snickered.

"I wonder if he is just going to beat you again, of if he is going to go for more `exciting' methods?" the other one goaded, trying to illicit a response from the silent prisoner. Heero said nothing.

"Yes, I've heard that our commander has a taste for beautiful young men," the first one stated. "Especially ones in pain."

Heero still did not reply, but he felt his insides clinch in fear. Cursing his weakness silently, he shoved the emotion away. I mustn't tell them anything, he reminded himself. I will remain silent.

The two soldiers had brought him back to the interrogation room. This time, however, only the commander was present. He looked at the two guards with disinterest. "Lock him in the shackles, then stand guard outside the door. This interrogation session will be private."

The two guards grinned sadistically, then proceeded to lock Heero's wrists into the shackles. Still grinning, they left the room, locking the door behind them.

"Well, boy, I have a feeling that our session will go much better today," the commander said. "It shouldn't take long before you are telling me everything that I want to know."

Heero fixed his steely glare on the commander and said nothing. "Don't worry, boy, you'll feel like cooperating shortly. In fact, in only a matter of time, you will be begging to tell me everything, just to stop the pain."

Heero felt the fear begin to crawl back into his body, and this time he could not bury it. He clinched his fists involuntarily, drew in an unsteady breath. The commander laughed. "Nervous already, boy? I like to see you afraid."

With those words, the commander crossed the room and seized Heero's chin in his callused hand. Using his thumb and his fingers, he pushed on the junction of Heero's jaw, forcing the boy's mouth painfully open. He viciously pressed his own mouth against Heero's, using his tongue to mercilessly plunder the recesses of Heero's mouth. The Gundam pilot gagged and reflexively struggled against his bonds. The commander stepped back, and slapped Heero's face, hard. "Are you ready to talk now, boy?" the commander asked.

Heero gasped for breath, but he said nothing. He only glared at the man in front of him.

"I see that it will take more to break you, boy." The commander pulled out a small, sharp knife. Heero flinched involuntarily, but the man did not cut him. Heero relaxed slightly, but what the man did next made Heero wish that he had been cut. He could deal with that, but not with what the man was doing now.

Using the knife, the commander swiftly cut away Heero's clothes. The boy now hung completely naked in front of the man. "Do you know what I can do to you boy?" the commander whispered into Heero's ear. "So many things. I could cut you, or better yet, I could unman you. Is that what it will take to make you talk?" The commander lazily dragged the knife lightly down Heero's chest, stopping just above his groin. A thin trickle of blood welled up along the path. Heero didn't dare move; he just closed his eyes and tried to prepare himself for the pain that he knew was to come. He was surprised when he felt the cool touch of the knife disappear from his skin. "I think what I really want to do, though, is claim your beautiful flesh for myself." The commander let the knife fall to the floor, and walked behind his chained prisoner. Heero heard the sound of a zipper, and tightened his body, willing his mind to remain calm.

I am trained to withstand pain, he told himself. I can handle this.

However, no amount of training could have prepared Heero for the white-hot pain the seared through his lower body. He screamed in agony, a high-pitched wail of an animal in extreme pain.

"That's right, boy," the commander grunted in his ear. "Scream for me. Tell me everything."

Heero felt as though he was being ripped in two. He could feel the blood running in rivers down his thighs; he could hear it dripping onto the floor. The sound of the commander's grunts and the feel of his body hammering into Heero's pounded his senses, until the boy could feel the welcome abyss of unconsciousness swimming to the surface. The commander gave one final shove, and came with a yell. Heero reached out for the black nothingness that was just in front of him, and with a final whimper, passed out.

The commander pulled out of the now unconscious boy's body. Using the remnants of Heero's clothes to clean himself, he called for the two guards. "Take him back to his cell. Monitor him, and let me know when he wakes up. He should be good and ready to talk then."

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Poor Heero! Don't worry, help is on the way! But the question is, will Heero recover? Stay tuned…