Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Pulse ❯ Retrieval ( Chapter 3 )

Pulse, 3

Colony Outpost 17.68.34

Heero crept around the corner, carefully depositing the body of a guard in a tucked away niche. There were four more guards to go, till he reached Kaylyn. He had scouted the building before returning for the other pilots and he now gestured Duo to the lab and data wing of the base. Duo was going to gather all records and info on Kaylyn and her stay here, then wipe the entire system memory. If there was still time, he was going to wreck the lab and do a detailed destruction of all the instruments in there.

Heero continued down the hall, dispatching guards with ruthless ease. He came to the door of Kaylyn's block cell. There was one more guard, standing right in front of the door. There was no way Heero could slip past him. Stepping out into the open, he braced his body for bullets and aimed for a head shot. As his arm swung into motion, three rushed words stopped that final finger twitch.

"Hurry, take her!" the guard whispered.

Heero gave him a glare, not moving position. With a curt gesture the guard held out the keys and battled Heero's glare with his own. "She doesn't deserve what they've been doing to her. I had no place and no way to take her. YOU can help her though. See, I know you, Heero Yuy."

Not allowing his faint bit of shock to show his face, Heero motioned for the guard to drop the keys onto the floor, where they jingled enticingly. Not needing the prompt, the guard stepped back, held his gun out to the side, and dropped the clip out onto the floor. Then he tossed the empty gun behind him.

Not twitching a muscle, Heero waited.

"She screams for you. You, Heero, and also Duo, Quatre, and Trowa. She screams." The whispered words shuddered on the air. "She doesn't beg or plead. She doesn't complain or cry. She just screams your names over, and over, and over. TAKE HER AWAY!!!" With this, the guard turned and walked away, fully expecting a bullet in the back. As he turned the corner, he heard the distinct clinking of the keys, removed from the floor.

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Meanwhile, Duo had overcome the guards with ridiculous ease. Seating himself at a computer terminal, he got about his business. Currently, however, Duo was shaking with a fine rage. He was trembling, clawing at the remnants of control, so hard that the end of his braid flickered back and forth.

"This shit would make Heero cry." He began vengefully, and with great glee, erasing and destroying the whole computer system. He never even paused to wipe away his tears.

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The concrete slabs of her cell were starting to feel comfortable. The hardness took no pity on her gashes, instead letting the blood pool under her, almost a liquid blanket. A sticky squishy blanket. The random thought, running to the forefront of her brain, signaled the beginning of her end. The drug was working. The gentle trickle of droplets down the drain soothed her weary eyes into closure.

Click.

Click. Grind.

Kaylyn didn't even look to see who had entered. The rounds of testing and torture, endless days hazed in pain, would soon be over.

She had ensured it.

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Duo carefully made his way to the labs. Torture areas, the sadistic bastards. He no longer took pity on the sentries he came across. Anyone involved in retaining Kaylyn had a death warrant stamped on their foreheads.

"Heh, at least I'll make sure they can't do this again."

Looking on all the needles, clamps, syringes and other paraphernalia made Duo's stomach clench with sick remembrance. The jolt of sickness shook him back on course. With malicious glee he began dumping chemicals, breaking beakers and all around having a good ol' time.

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Heero's eyes swiftly adjusted to the dim interior of the cell. Four walls, approximately 8 feet apart, hewn of rough concrete. A drain in the middle of the floor was the only thing in the room besides the steel door. Oh, and the body lying curled up in a loose sprawl. Taking a step forward his foot kicked a syringe. It rolled across the floor and came to rest up against the wall.

Kaylyn still hadn't looked up, so he went to crouch next to her, not yet touching, just observing. One eye slowly creaked open. The unfocused look she aimed at him spoke volumes. Heero knew what the doctors had done. He also knew what she had done, and what prompted her to. Grabbing the syringe, he broke the needle off and pocketed the tube. He then carefully wedged his arms under her, swiftly stood up, and left the cell behind.

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Duo left the lab (which was cheerfully ablaze now) and began his run for the exit. After his third turn however, he ran into a distressing sight.

"Well hello doctors. I'm surprised to see you all together, and alive. Anyways, hope you don't mind but I'm not gonna stay for tea. Have a family member to take care of." With the flippant remarks off his chest he turned with a swish and flick of his braid.

"She was to be our greatest experi-"

"Fuck that! She's gone now. If you try to get her back we'll kill you."

"So you have said. Repeatedly. Yet, we are still here, alive."

"Go screw your monkey's uncle. You've never really messed with family before. So back the hell off you ass-wipe." Duo flipped the single finger salute and darted off around the corner. He wasn't gonna bother with those fucks right now, he had a sister to take care of.

"Well I hope Wufei feels as strongly as you. Pray it be in her favor." The taunting words chased him out the bay door and all the way to his cockpit.

"Duo here. The roof `s on fire. Let the motha' fucka' burn."

"Exit path cleared. Trowa and I are holding it steady." Quatre's soft cadence filled Duo's ears.

"Air strikes are inoperable, no worries there." Wufei's crisp tone signaled the all clear. "Where is Heero?" Now this was the burning bag of shit that Duo didn't want on his porch.

"Hn. I'm here. I have an injured combatant here. I'm bringing her in." The tight bands of worry eased their grip on Duo's ribs. With a relieved sigh he hit his mic and rallied them all. "Well what the hell `re we all waitin' for. Let's get home!"

"Injured combatant?! Isn't it supposed to be NON-combatants? HER? What's going on ?!" Wufei's pestering questions pecked at them all, but silence followed the other four back.

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Hahaha, you still don't get to see what she looks like! Yeah, that's not real nice of me. These chapters are gonna start getting longer, unless someone b*tches and whines, then I'll maybe keep them short ( maybe ). But otherwise it's just a lot of clicking, lots of it. SO! For now, they'll get longer, more descriptive, and so on.

The flashbacks will be graphic, eventually. They'll start out nice enough, but some of them will be gruesome. But it will all end up happy, I promise! Promise, promise! All shall be revealed ( after a long, long time ).

Thanks, c&c are always welcomed, but flaming jackholes will be fed to my three puppies ritual style. Should not the literary arts strive towards the destruction of barriers, and not towards the creation thereof?

Don't own `em, will never have the money to.