Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Power Game ❯ Chapter 7

Wow I got this out much faster this time. ^^; I'm getting better at this ne? This part is a little weird but... I think Duo has the right to go a little batty after all the shit he's had to put up with

Title: Power Game

Author: Aya

Warnings: Violence, language, psycho Duo, back to Duo POV

Extra Warnings: DISTURBED DUO AND SQUICKY VIOLENCE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. If you don't like lots of violent stuff, don't read this part, you will still be able to understand the rest of the fic. Don't come flaming to me later if you don't like this part, because you have been warned.

Ratings: This part NC-17 for violence and squick

Notes: Flashbacks are in {} and italics.

Power Game Part 6

~OZ Base prison~

The bad part about being thrown in OZ prisons is that they are always really rancid smelling. I think that the soldiers make it a point to reserve the filthiest and darkest pit just for us Gundam pilots. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a little plaque on the door that said "Reserved for pilot 02".

I don't mind though, considering the fact that as a kid I had gotten used to little dirty places. I reflected fondly of all the times that Solo, the gang and I had would be proud and triumphant at managing to get shelter in dark smelly basements or abandoned buildings. We didn't care what they looked like as long as they were away from the harsh streets outside. I guess being homeless and being a street brat for years has toughened me up. In some ways I am stronger inside than any of the other pilots could ever be. I know that if Quatre was stuck in a hole like this for as long as I have been in here he would be going nuts. But not me. I'm as calm as a kitten who just lapped up his fair share of milk because I'm used to filth. I never lived in the lap of luxury so I can't miss what I never had.

I sat up from my hunched over position on the floor and in the back of my mind I heard Sister Helen's scolding voice saying that one day I would develop a hump and I wouldn't be the cute little charmer anymore. "Huh. Maybe then my own friends won't try to rape me." I muttered bitterly as I stood up and stretched out my aching protesting muscles.

My internal clock told me that I had been stuck in this pitch black windowless cell for six days so far. I leaned against the wall and stared at the heavy metal door that was separating me from the outside world. Err.. well the outside base anyway. I had gone over the details of my failed mission over and over and every time I did I got angry. The whole thing had been a set up. I had approached the group of mobile dolls in full stealth mode, expecting it to be a easy mission and I had already been planning to go stay with the Sweepers for a little while after I was done but it had gone horribly wrong. As soon as I finished off the dozen or so brainless mecha, a whole battalion of mobile dolls caught me completely off guard. Before I could even retaliate my scythe was floating away from me, Deathscythe's left arm was a mess and everything was going to hell around me. It had definitely been a trap to lure in one of us and I had been so busy crying over my incident with Trowa that I hadn't even seen it. Maybe Heero was right, emotions were a liability. They made you weak, they damn sure made me weak. I shouldn't have trusted any of the other pilots, because if I hadn't I would not be so affected by what happened.

I slumped back down the dirty floor when standing became too much of a chore. After I was captured the Ozzies had played the usual game of kick the Gundam pilot while he's down and did a real number on my ribs and ankle. I'm pretty sure that I had at least three broken ribs and my ankle was fractured, not to mention the numerous cuts and bruises that were all over me. "Everyone wants to beat up old Duo." I muttered to myself sourly. "Maybe I'm not as likable as I thought I was."

Over the days as I sat in the dank, nasty cell I had started to reflect on my relationship with the other pilots. I realized that I have to start thinking more like a soldier and less like a civilian. Gundam Pilots didn't have friends. Gundam Pilots didn't need people. Gundam Pilots didn't cry when they got their feelings hurt. Gundam Pilots were the strong rebels who could take out entire bases of trained soldiers without so much as breaking a sweat. I'm a Gundam pilot and I'll be damned if I let anyone take me out of this war. The only way I'm going down is if I go down fighting and I would not let what happened with Trowa ever happen to me again. I will not trust anyone ever again. Heero is the Perfect Soldier and I'm the God of Death. "And it's about time I started living up to my name." I whispered fiercely to myself.

As soon as the little declaration left my cracked and very dry lips the heavy door creaked open and the streaming light from the world beyond my cell left me flinching and covering my eyes. "Come back to kick me around? I swear you guys need a hobby." I croaked out, trying my hardest to act like I wasn't in pain from where they had kicked my ass before. I would not let OZ of all people think I am weak.

"You need to learn how to shut your mouth little boy." My favorite tormenter, Blake(1) sneered in that nasal voice of his. He towered over me, trying to intimidate me with his greater height and weight. I saw that he had brought three friends with him this time, a young looking cadet, a older more seasoned looking man and a overweight man with more rolls on his gut then I cared to count.

"I wasn't such a little boy when I was slicing and dicing Mobile Dolls and Leos out there earlier was I?" I countered with a little smirk.

Blake's eyes widened angrily and before I even saw his leg extend, the steel toe of his boot was slamming into my face hard. I sprawled backwards, blood exploding from my throat and pain coursing through my body.

"Blake! We aren't suppose to kill him, he's scheduled for execution and his excellency will not be pleased if he dies before then." The older man barked at the cocky younger soldier.

Blake glared at him for a moment before a sly smile stole over his pompously handsome features. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill this rebel piece of shit." He said and grabbed me by the bangs, lifting me up so that I was level with his face. I felt like passing out right there but something in his eyes made me alert and I knew I couldn't conk out now. No way no how. "But I have a much more pleasing way to pass the time."

The older man sneered at Blake, his face twisted in contempt. "I will have no part of your sick games Blake, but do what you will." Then on that note he turned on his heel and marched away, closing the door shut behind him.

In that moment the slam of the steel door had a certain finality to it and I have to say it spooked the shit out of me. Suddenly I wasn't at all sure of myself and I wasn't at all sure if I would ever make it out of this cell alive no matter what Blakey here said. Suddenly I found myself thinking that whatever Trowa had done to me in his drunken haze was ten times better than whatever this sick son of a bitch had planned. My eyes narrowed and I stared at the three remaining men in the room.

Blake turned around and eyed them both in turn. "Now, who is going to be a pussy and follow Ramone... and who is going to be a man and take a piece of this ass with me." He narrowed his eyes peevishly when they hesitated. "Remember boys, this is the little bastard who killed hundreds of our men. So why not get a little pleasure at his expense?" Whatever hesitations they might have had died when those words left his mouth and they moved towards me eagerly.

My brain was going into hyperactive overdrive and my heart felt like it would beat out of my chest any moment. //Notagainnotagainnotagainnowaynowaynoway.// The words repeated in my brain like my own little private mantra. Oh God. No. Not again. This was not happening to me again. No fucking way. I'd die first. Scratch that. They'll die. I'm the God of Death. I take life. I'll take theirs.

A cool sort of calm settled over me and I experienced that strange out of body experience thing for the second time in a couple of weeks. The best way to explain it would be to say that it was like being a ghost or a spirit if you believe in those things. I was floating somewhere above my body, above the room; watching everything that was going on and not being able to do anything at all. I couldn't feel anything my body was experiencing and I couldn't touch anything. But this time I wasn't watching a drunken crazy Trowa ram his cock into my body, I was watching three horny, demented Ozzies prepare to gang bang me and the rage was a lot hotter and stronger this time. I wasn't in control anymore because the anger, the hatred, the bitter sweet taste for blood that lived inside of me and that I always pushed to the back of my brain was taking over. I was merely a spectator watching the game that Shinigami was now setting up for the three sick bitches that were getting their rocks off on watching me bleed.

I watched as my body shifted on the floor lazily, watching through half open eyes as the three men advanced on me with eager hungry expressions on their faces. I watched as my mouth turned up in a sexy grin that had the affect to melt the coldest ice bergs like Heero Yuy and still worked its magic when my face was bloody and bruised. I watched as they froze in place and stared at me in confusion and I heard my voice purr out in velvet tones: "Wouldn't it be a lot more fun if I was an active participant instead of a unruly prisoner?"

I have to say that I'm surprised by the words that came out of my mouth and I wonder what I'm thinking. Blake stared at me in shock before his mouth curled up into a filthy grin. "I should have known a longhaired pretty boy like you would want to take it any way he can get it."

The red headed fresh faced cadet looked at Blake nervously and squeeked out in tones that had obviously just reached puberty. "W..what if he's tricking us?"

Ooh give that boy a gold star! He isn't as stupid as his superior officer here. Blake smirked cockily and stood in front of me, the bulge of his arousal evident under the tight cloth of his pants. "Oh no, I've seen sluts like this before. They'll spread their legs for anyone who will stick them and I'm not passing up that opportunity." He growled.

I watched as my body smirked at them and marveled at how I was moving around as though three of my ribs were not cracked. I noted the deranged sparkle that was evident in my eyes and my gut tightened as I waited anxiously to see how my more twisted and devious side would play this out. How that side of me would execute these three men. I watched as my small slender hand cupped his arousal and began to kneed it slowly, rising up on my knees to get better access to the man's groin. As soon as my hand was touching his flesh, I was back in my body and experiencing everything first hand.

"Oh..yeah.." Blake hissed, dropping his head back and groaning as I began to unzip his crisp slacks. The other two stared with fascination, probably getting off on watching me give their superior the best hand job that he probably ever had in his soon to be very short life.

"You like that huh?" I growled dangerously, baring my teeth in a feral grin.

"Shit yeah, harder you little bastard." He moaned as his hips began to buck into the warm tunnel my hand provided for him. The fat soldier suppressed a groan and reached down to fondle his own privates through his pants. The cadet watched with avid interest, beads of sweat rolling down his narrow face.

"See that? I can give you pleasure.." I said with a dark chuckle as I began moving my hand harder and faster over his wet cock. He cried out in ecstasy and the sound triggered something in the back of my brain.

{"Ahh Duo... yess!!" Trowa cried out as he emptied his seed deep inside me, then with one last inarticulate scream he pulled out of my torn abused body.}

My evil smirk turned down into an ugly frown and I knew my face was contorted into a perfectly hideous expression when I caught sight of the cadet's shocked and alarmed face. "And I can give you pain." I hissed hatefully and with one sharp violent tug, I had his cock twisted into a hideously unnatural angle.

Blake shrieked loudly, his voice several octaves higher than normal; tears welling in his shocked confused eyes. "You son of a bitch!" He screamed.

I wrenched the length of flesh viciously until I heard a satisfying crack and soon he was nothing but a quivering mass of horrified flesh on the floor. His screams pierced the silence that accompanied the stunned looks that were on the two other soldier's faces. "Was it good for you?" I snarled at him and jumped to my feet, not even wincing at the pressure that I was putting on my bad ankle.

"Get him!" The fat man shouted at the cadet and I watched in amusement as the red head fumbled with his gun.

"Get me? Are you sure you want to do that?" My voice was nothing but a dark whisper as I moved faster than anything they had ever seen as I grabbed the cadet up by his neck, closing my hand around it with inhuman strength. "Still want to get me? Still want to fuck me?" I laughed insanely as he shook his head, wide terrified eyes pleading with the other soldier to do something. I saw out of the corner of my eye that he actually was charging me and in one quick movement I was aiming the red head's pistol at the chubby man and releasing two bullets into both of his feet. As he screamed in agony I laughed in merriment and tightened my grip around the young boy's neck. I noticed with the disgust that tears were seeping from his eyes.

"Crying? Are you fucking CRYING? Soldiers don't cry you pussy." I snarled, slamming his head against the hard brick wall. "SOLDIERS DO NOT CRY! DO YOU HEAR ME?"

"Get off me you fucking psycho!" He screamed as he clawed at my hands with his fingers.

"Psycho? I wasn't a psycho when you and Blakey were planning to have your way with me was I?" I hissed, spitting in his face and not caring.

"I swear to God I wasn't going to do it! I swear on my mother's grave!" He sobbed pathetically as I smirked and yanked his hunting knife out of the sheathe on his boot. "You swear on your mother's grave? Tsk tsk that will never do. See I never had a mother and you should not disrespect yours." I said casually. I held the knife poised over one of his eyes and laughed maniacally when they widened to an almost comical size.

"God please don---"

The rest of his plea was cut off as the jagged edge of the knife was buried in one of his frantic green eyes. "I warned you." I murmured softly, yanking the knife out and repeating the process on his other eye. "Don't fuck with the God of Death. Never...Again." I yanked the knife out of his eye and stared with grim satisfaction at the mess I had made of his pretty face.

"..my god..." A voice whined behind me and I smirked, still dangling the cadet's corpse from my iron grip as I turned to look at the large man. His eyes were widened, pupils dilated as he stared at me in horrific silence. His body was slumped against the wall as he lay pathetically on the floor, slowly bleeding to death.

"Everyone is so religious when they are about to die. Why is that?" I asked conversationally as I finished the dead man off with a clean swift slice across his neck. "One minute you are about to commit a sin that would surely send you to hell and the next you are begging to God for him to save you. How hypocritical." I said with a mad grin as I dropped the body and strode forward towards him. By now my face and torn shirt were covered in blood but I was far from caring. The soldier shuffled backwards, trying desperately to call out for someone to help but only making gasping sputtering sounds.

"Here.. piggy piggy piggy."(2) I cooed as he tried to scramble away.

"He should have fucked you raw until you bled!" He shouted at me.

I paused in my stalking and stared at him. "Wrong this to say." I said flatly, and then I pounced on him.

The next several moments passed filled with gurgled screams and breathless pants as I tore him to pieces. I sliced his balls off with the hunting knife, ripped his throat out with my bare teeth, not even stopping when I had ripped open his jugular. I lapped at the blood that poured from his neck like an animal, all the while twisting the knife in his gut. He had long since stopped moving but that I did not stop me as I continued to stab him again and again in the chest until it resembled raw meat. "Never again." I chanted as I butchered him. "No one will ever hurt me again!" My primal scream echoed off the walls and I collapsed on top of his mutilated body.

I think I had blacked out for several minutes and when I came to.. I came to my senses also. I took in the carnage that lay all over the room and I realized with horror that I had done it. I sagged against the man's body and took in several shaky breaths, trying to gather my wits so that I could form some sort of escape plan. I closed my eyes and swallowed the sob that was threatening to spill out of my mouth. As satisfied as I felt at being able to protect myself.. at being able to stop that brutality from happening to me again.. I was disgusted that I had slaughtered these men like that. I was numb as I sat there covered in blood, staring with morbid fascination at the mess I had made. I swore to myself right then.. that I would never let the other pilots see that side of me and I hoped to God none of them were ever the cause of it coming out. Even Trowa as much as I hate him right now.

"Get it together Maxwell, this is not the time to mourn dead Ozzies that you murdered. Get the fuck out of here and get to Howard." I hissed to myself. I got to my feet shakily and began gathering weapons, keys and various other things form their bodies. It was then that I realized that Blake was still alive and I couldn't help but smirk as I stared at his purple, swollen and very broken penis. He was staring at me with huge eyes, probably in shock. I raised the gun that I now had, and prepared to put him out of his misery but part of my brain hissed at me that I was killing in cold blood... I was becoming a monster and I hesitated, the gun wavering. I saw the hope glimmering in his eyes and the dark side of me whispered that I was already a monster.. I had mutilated two men already. Why not kill the one who had started it all? My eyes narrowed and I tried to walk away.. I really did.. but Blake's earlier words came back to me.

{"Oh no, I've seen sluts like this before. They'll spread their legs for anyone who will stick them and I'm not passing up that opportunity."}

My lip curled in a sneer and my grip on the gun steadied. "I'm nobodies slut." I whispered before I aimed at his head. "And I never will be..."

I started to pull the trigger, but then I saw that pleading, frightened look in his eyes. It reminded me of a time a long time ago when I lived on the street and I saw a kid get raped by two L2 cops. He looked at them with that same expression and they showed him no mercy. If I were to shoot him now, I would be no better than them. I would be no better than Trowa or Blake.

I took a deep shaky breath and turned my back on him, clutching the gun with a white knuckled grip. I had done enough today, I had killed enough... I had let the anger and the hate take over for that short amount of time and I have to get out before I let it control me completely.

"Murderer! ...all of you... murderers.." Blake croaked as I stalked out, holding out incredibly well considering I was in a great deal of pain. I winced at his words but exited the cell; leaving my would be rapists behind.

TBC

AN - Ok. That disturbed even me and I wrote it. -_-;; Don't worry Duo isn't crazy and psychotic for the rest of the fic, he just was in this part. Well.. I just figured he deserved to left off a little.. err.. steam.. after what happened. *shrug*

1 - Blake is a character that I wrote after my ex.. *cough*