Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Peace Children ❯ Chapter 25 ( Chapter 25 )

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and none of its characters are mine. Most of the Mystical creatures are not mine. Prophets and Trackers are. Seelie and Unseelie, the way I use them here, were created by Laurel K. Hamilton. Hands of power were also created by Laurel K. Hamilton. The story and all original characters are mine. If I forgot to credit anything to its rightful owner, please email me, and I will credit it to them.

Pairings: 2x1, 3+4+3, 13+11 5+M H+Kali+H Rating CxKali Odin+OC: NC- 17, eventually Warning: several lemons, no spoiler, AU, definite yaoi, yuri lemon, OOC, angst, more as it comes

Author's notes: 'blah' = thoughts 'blah' = mind-speaking Peace Children Chapter 25

Dr. J was in his quarters, waiting for the chamber to finish taking that *delicious* boy's power. He had gone to his rooms after two of his agents had forced the child into the giant tube. Now all J had to do was wait until the boy's magic was drained. Then, he could take the converted power into himself. The chamber turned power into liquid form -- blue raspberry in flavor -- and Dr. J was going to drink Heero's magic and become more powerful than any other being on the planet.

After he got rid of the rest of the Mysticals with his new power, no one would be able to stop him. Then, he would *finally* be able to leave this pathetic excuse of a cult and move on to bigger and better things -- namely, total world domination.

Things couldn't go better for J, unless the little twinkie survived the chamber. If Heero lived, J could fit him with an obedience collar -- like they had used on Marimaeia -- and use him as a sex slave. Of course, since Marimaeia's collar had obviously been malfunctioning, J would have to find some other way to keep the hot little shit docile until the technology could be perfected. Maybe threatening his mate would do the trick? J wouldn't be able to threaten the Peace Child's babies; they were going to have to be disposed of immediately.

A loud bang came from the outside of J's quarters, jarring him from his thoughts. The doctor stomped over to the door and threw it open, glaring at the man who dared to disturb his privacy. A tall, burly Collector whose name J had never bothered to learn was standing there, looking afraid. "J-J, sir...," he started.

"Yes, yes. Go on," J commanded. "Out with it. I don't have all night."

"Sir, we'rebeingattacekdandsomeone'sreleasingtheprisonersandthePeaceChildisgone*! "

the Collector said in one breath.

"What?!" J screamed. "How could you *idiots* let him get away?!" J put on his shoes and stalked out of his quarters. "Never mind; your incompetence doesn't matter. What does matter is that maybe he's been drained enough that I can still implement my plan."

He walked in the direction of the white room.

***

The light flowing from Heero form into a cocoon around him. As it grew, power crackled out, trying to escape its prison.

"What's going on!" Duo yelled over the noise of the almost-unrestrained magic. He tried to touch Heero, tried to get to get. As soon as his hand touched the cocoon, lightning struck out at him, throwing him across the room.

"It's too early!" Cassandra screamed. "It wasn't supposed to happen until they were sixteen! It's not their time to ascend!"

The wind picked up in the windowless room; the air caused to move by the magic surrounding -- consuming -- the one Duo loved. Absently, he heard Cassandra rambling.

"Their birthday! What time is it? It's midnight there, midnight on the 31st. It is their birthday! Their first birthday! Their 5,016th birthday!" Cassandra stopped babbling. "It is their time."

***

Dr. J got to the white room. There, previously concealed, was the tube Heero had been in. J rushed over to it, almost stumbling in his haste, to drink the sweet nectar lying within.

He pulled a vial out of the top of the tube. It was about half full -- half a pint of pure, concentrated magic. J pulled the stopper out of the end of the bottle and greedily drank it in one gulp.

He felt his body being infused with magic. Things seemed clearer as his eyes healed to perfect vision, and his body twisted in pain as a new *real* arm started to grow over his metal one.

J pushed the pain from his mind as he set off the stalk his prey.

***

Catherine and Hilde watched, terrified, as Kali's body gained more heat, more power, more... everything. Kali's lips pursed, and her back arched as she absorbed new, useful. magic.

But, this was not where the fight was, and Kali knew this. She opened her mouth to let her spirit escape, leaving behind her body to contain the cocoon around her.

***

Cassandra saw when Kali's soul joined her brother's. The bright, twinkling light settled over Heero, and for a moment Kali could be seen superimposed over him. It was then that J burst into the room, a maniacal gleam in his eyes.

He raised a hand to throw flame at the boy, but he was held fast by the wind. "You're too late," the wind whispered to him in Heero's voice. "It's already happened."

The wind dropped J hand as the cocoon around Heero -- and now Kali -- burst, letting forth a cleansing wave of white.

The light passed through everyone it touched, except for Dr. J. When it hit J, his body fell to the floor as a pile of dust. The same thing happened to every Collector the light touched; it passed harmlessly through everyone else.

The wave grew, fed by the twin's power and the deaths of the Collectors. It pulsed through the city, the state, the country, and the world. It killed every Collector in its way, eventually reaching the other side of the earth. When it touched itself -- the wave had been expanding in a circle, with Heero's body as the center -- it exploded in a display of multicolored lights, before falling to the ground at dust particles.

The wave ended, and it was done. The Collectors were dead.

Selune

*translation = we're being attacked , and someone's releasing the prisoners, and the Peace Child is gone