Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Perfection Breakdown ❯ Collapse ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 1- Collapse

/Where the hell is he? It's been five minutes. Maxwell and Wufei are
probably pissing in their pants. Great, I've got to go back and look
for him/

Trowa picked up his bag and machine gun and silently ran down the hall
towards the place that Heero was supposed to have met him.

"Kisama Maxwell if you don't stop pacing I'm going to kill you."

"Gomen Wu," the Deathscythe pilot smiled, turning to his Chinese
comrade who he'd snapped out of meditation by pacing the same straight
line for over an hour. "But I'm really worried about Heero, he should
have opened the door for us by now, or at least contacted us.

"Hn," Wufei grunted, standing up and turning to face Duo. "We're in no
place to do anything now but wait. Failure isn't an option. If OZ
completes these Velius suits then they'll be able to easily overrun
us. So just calm down and wait. Trowa's with him, I doubt that
together they would have gotten killed."

Duo sighed. /You're really a weird guy sometimes Wufei/ he thought.

/One minute ranting and raving about justice and weakness and the next
so damn calm/

"Well I hope you're right," Duo softly said, looking off down the dark
hallway. Then with a smile he added, "Cuz Shinigami sure isn't about
to blow this mission!"

"A bit late for that," a voice rang out from down the darkness.
Instinctively turning Duo leveled his gun and squinted into the
darkness, hoping to find the speaker. Then with horror he realized
that a laser pointer was fixed directly over his heart. One thought
went through his mind, /Oh shit/

"I suggest you throw down your weapons and surrender," the voice
echoed off the gray walls. "I will not hesitate to kill you here and
now."

/This bastard sounds serious/ Duo thought, but only tightened his grip
on his automatic. /His voice is so calm and professional/

"Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei," the voice came out of the darkness like a
ghost, but Duo still couldn't see who it was. Wufei stood still next
to him obviously not able to find their enemy. "Surrender now!" A shot
cried out and Duo bit back a yell as the bullet tore through his
chest. He stumbled and fell to one knee, blood beginning to flow from
his wound.

"I will fire again if you don't surrender," the voice came, louder
then before but just as calm. "And this time it will be a fatal
bullet."

"Kisama!" Duo heard Wufei shout into the blackness of the hallway.
"What makes you think that you can capture us? Huh?!? What do you
think you can do all alone?"

/I wouldn't want to piss this guy off if I were you Wufei/ Duo
thought, finding it suddenly hard to breathe. Pain still shot through
his chest where the shadowed sniper had shot him. /This guy is good,
obviously he's either got night vision or he's just one hell of a
shot/

Silence hung over the dark corridor for a moment. Then with just the
slightest mocking tone the enemy replied, "I could kill you very
easily Chang Wufei. You shouldn't doubt your opponent, especially in
the dark and...what makes you say that I'm alone?"

The lights came on and Duo shielded his face from the sudden burst of
light. He heard the sound of Wufei next to him throwing his gun to the
floor. He looked up to see OZ soldiers surrounding them. They were
caught.

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Trowa ran noiselessly through the base. Now that the lights had
suddenly come on he knew they were in trouble. He glanced at his
watch, 2:43 AM. The missions should have been over and done with 11
minutes ago and they had yet to find the mobile suit hangar where the
new models where supposed to be kept.

/Can't afford to blow this mission/ Trowa told himself. /These new
suits are faster, stronger versions of the Aries. With these OZ will
be able to really give us a fight. Huh?/

Hearing a sound Trowa flattened up against a wall and listened
intently.

/Sounds like crying/ he noted, slowly shuffling down the corridor
towards the noise.

He was in the living quarters now, and was pretty sure that it was
empty. Finally reaching the corner he waited for a moment and took a
deep breath. He could distinctly make out somebody crying around the
corner. Probably mourning a lost friend. Inside his thoughts worked
like a machine.

/Full clip. No noise. Aim for the head. Kill the one's that are armed
first. Now step around and prepare to fire/

Swiftly swinging around he brought his held his machine gun at his
slender waist. He was ready to pull the trigger, ready to extinguish
another life without even blinking but he wasn't quite expecting to
see the sight before him.

"Heero..." he let out a soft gasp, his surprise overcoming years of
intensive training. There before him in a pool of blood knelt Heero
Yuy. Gun long discarded near the wall the Perfect Soldier was now
crying like a lost child, clutching to him the lifeless corpse of a
little girl. The smell of death and blood overcame Trowa and he
stepped forward still in a daze.

The scene wasn't anything particularly gruesome, at least not to him.
When a person grows up raised in a life of bloodshed little does. As
he stepped forward Heero suddenly noticed him and his head shot up.
Tears still running down his face and with a broken look in his eyes
he spoke so softly that Trowa could barely hear him, "I
didn't...didn't mean to kill her. I...I," the Wing pilot's voice broke
and he fell into a fury of tears and choked sobs. Moments passed and
he looked up again into Trowa's unfeeling green eyes.

"It's over," Trowa calmly said, not letting his face or voice express
the sympathy and sadness he killed in his heart, making him unfeeling.
"There isn't anything you can for her now. We have to hurry up and
finish this mission or we're all dead." Heero remained fallen on the
floor, small cries escaping his throat although he had now run out of
tears to shed.

"Shimatta! Heero did you hear me?" Trowa asked, raising his voice a
little bit partly from alarm that his normally stoic ally was now
weeping like a little child.

/Shouldn't surprise you/ A voice in Trowa's head said. /After all can
you guess how many times in his life he's cried before? Building up
all his emotions and pain. Perfection is hard to build atop the
foundation of human mind/

/Quiet/ Trowa told the voice in his head. /I'm concerned for him now.
If we remain any longer we'll be captured or killed. But I'm going to
take care of him no matter what it takes/

/Hmm, is that an emotion?/ the voice answered, almost mockingly. /And
it seems to be a very strong one too. Do you, one who has no name,
feel emotions concerning this man?/

To this Trowa could not answer. Instead he focused his mind on the
events unfolding as his watch beeped four times.

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W ufei saw Duo press the little button on his watch. /At least now
Trowa and Heero may have a chance to escape...if they already haven't
been caught/ Wufei thought grimly as his eyes adjusted to the
brightness of the hallway.

"You OZ bastards sure as hell ain't about to capture Shinigami alive!"
Duo yelled, reaching for his gun and bringing it up to his temple.
"I'll be waiting for you bastards in Hell!!!"

A shot rang out and Wufei grimaced, not wanting to see the bloody
sight he was sure had happened. But of course he looked anyway and was
surprised to see Duo still standing, holding his hand blood running
out of it, gun on the floor.

"Gomen, Mr. Maxwell," the cold, dead voice came from across the hall.
Squinting into the light Wufei made out a distinct figure, kneeling
amidst a number of OZ soldiers. A rifle now was dangling from his
right arm. The first thing Wufei noticed was the sniper couldn't have
been much older then he was.

"Medic! Get Mr. Maxwell some medical attention and the rest of you
take Mr. Wufei into custody."

OZ soldiers rushed forward and as tempted as he was to run Wufei held
his ground knowing that if the OZ soldiers didn't gun him down the
sniper would. Shackles clamped over his wrists and an ensign gave him
a rush push forward. Next to him, Duo had collapsed and a doctor stood
over him checking for a pulse. Then the sniper drifted up behind the
doctor who turned around and whispered something.

"Fine," the sniper said. "Make sure he's healed. And take good care of
him."

/He can't be older then 19/ Wufei thought sizing up the OZ sniper that
had captured them. /But he sure as hell can shoot, wonder how he can
see in the dark like that/

"No need to worry Mr. Wufei," the sniper said turning to him as Duo
was carried off on a stretcher. "I'll personally make sure Mr. Maxwell
gets the best of care."

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/ Kuso! Duo and Wufei are caught/ Trowa's mind raced furiously as he
stood in the middle of the hallway. Heero still in a heap on the
floor. His mind racing furiously Trowa quickly glanced around for some
kind of escape exit, ventilation shaft. The mission was blown but at
least he could get Heero to safety.

"Come on Heero let's go!" Trowa urged his comrade to stand. But Heero
didn't even raise his head at the sound of his name. He remained on
the floor, holding the dead body of the little girl.

/What the hell's wrong with him?/ Trowa thought to himself. /Did he
just snap now or is that maybe he's just been pushed over the edge?/
Regardless the situation was looking very grim as Trowa became all too
aware of the seconds ticking away until they were caught.

"Heero let's go *now*!" Trowa raised his voice but still got no
response.

Finally he bent down and took hold of Heero's arm and began to pull
the Wing pilot to his feet.

"Iie!!!" Heero's outburst surprised Trowa. "I won't leave her, I'm not
leaving her here all alone."

Releasing his arm Trowa stepped back for a minute, taking in the
trauma before him. Then with firm resolve he picked up his pistol and
sharply struck Heero on the back of the head. The Prussian eyed pilot
cried out weakly and then crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

"Gomen Heero," Trowa whispered as he picked up the limp body of his
friend, throwing his bag of supplies to the floor. He wouldn't need
them now. The dead weight was hard to handle but Trowa slung Heero
over his shoulders and made his way to the ventilation shaft. Opening
it he took one last look behind him.

/Right between the eyes/ he somberly noted, glancing at the little
girl. /Never had a chance/ He crawled into the tight vent and then
pulled Heero up directly behind him. The metal vent was cold and made
quite a bit of noise as Trowa moved slowly through it on his hands and
knees. /This vent should lead to the outside soon enough/ He though,
somewhat struggling with Heero's dead weight being dragged behind him.