Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Racing Away From the Past ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Racing Away From the Past

By: Christine aka Pink Cloud

Chapter 9

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

A.N.: Hi people! I hope you'll enjoy reading this chapter! Please be kind to review or email me!

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Heero kicked the ladies locker room door out of his way and walked in. He scanned the room to see if any woman is occupied in the room. None…not even one woman was in sight. His cautious footsteps echoed in the room. Heero set Relena on a near by couch, being carefully not to drop her. Relena stiffen, not feeling Heero's body warmness anymore. Instead, she felt her body contacted to an unclean, dampish couch. Heero sat next to her and wiping her tears away, hoping she would soon stop crying. He never had seen her look so hurt. The sight of her crying was too much for him. He never thought a woman like Relena that would break down like that. Heero pulls her into his arms, wrapping them securely around her petite body. He set his chin on her head, and rocks her back and forth.

At that moment, her tears, impure with confusion, stopped pouring out from her dramatic eyes. Her head aches for support. She laid her head on Heero's chest, tickling her nose with Heero's shirt. She could smell the scent of Heero's aftershave. Her body loosens up, making itself comfortable in Heero's arms. Memories still pop up in her mind. Relena can't imagine what she would do without Heero. He has done so much for her, including the guys. These past 3 days seem more like months; time has gone slower to her. Relena wanted to fall asleep right there in her place in his arms, but her memories were stopping her from doing so. She is still bewildered of what she has just seen. That woman has the face of her mother. None other woman has the same features of her mother's exotic facade. Relena remembers that face very well indeed. That face was implanted in her mind for many years and is never going to fade away. One thing that she knows that that woman is her mother is because of those eyes. Those brown eyes were always mystified, mysterious, and pure with sins. Relena always believes that her mother has those eyes for a reason. Her grandmother used to say that her mother had those eyes because she was from hell and back. Relena thinks it's because of her father's deserted love to her mother and Relena. She knew her father loved her and mother, but he doesn't want or just can't possibility to show it. Relena's thoughts were interrupted by Heero's kiss that was planted on her forehead.

Heero knew that he had never acted this way before. The way he ran toward her once her car missed the finish line was unbelievable. He ran like there is no tomorrow. Now, he has Relena in his arms. He knows now Relena has to tell him what is going on right now and there is no later. The truth has to unfold from its core. There is no denying that Relena is hiding something that could endanger her life. Heero thought about how Relena changed him a bit. He never showed this kind of care ness he is showing to Relena. If Relena knew him well enough, she would have thought he was a stone-faced, ignorant, cold-hearted guy. Heero pulled Relena of his arms so she is facing him. Her eyes, red and swollen, gaze into his eyes.

Heero glared back toward her eyes. He silently, sharply whispered, "Relena, you have to tell me what is going on now. I mean it, no more 'I can't tell' stuff. I have to know because its making no sense with you telling me parts of it. Who is "She" are you talking about? What does she look like? Why does Scott want the "tape"? Just spill it Relena, there is no use in keeping a secret now."

Heero's sharp words frightened Relena, but she knows he's right. She has to tell me the whole truth. 'I don't know if I could tell you everything, Heero. It's going to be hard for me to tell someone about my past. I had never spoke a word about my past ever; they were always kept to myself.' Relena thought. Her lips trembled, trying to form words out from it. She hesitated, her eyes kept looking intently into Heero's dark ocean eyes. She began to leak out the truth.

"Heero, well here I go," Relena took a deep breath; "My full name is Relena Darlian Peacecraft. I was a rich, spoiled, little girl, cooped up in a mansion. I was only taken care of by most of the maids, my mother, and the least person who actually takes care of me, is my father. My father was a rich, business man, he had not really showed any love to me or my mother. I ran away from murderous father and dead mom when I was about ten years old. For one thing, I ran away from my home because the cops were going to take me into Juvenile Hall or wherever they keep murderers. Don't think I committed a murder yet because I haven't yet.

My father murdered my mother and framed me. He told the cops that I murdered my mother. Ha! Me, ten years old, killed my own mother? What a joke. But it wasn't. I bet my father planned the murder anyway because he somehow faked some evidence that I murdered my mother. I still remember that day when he forced me to kill my mother…"

*Flashback*

A ten year old Relena, in her bed, frighten, trying to take no notice of her parents' argument. Yelling, slapping, and cries could be heard around her. She fought back the tears that dance down her cheeks. She felt so alone and plead that her parent's would stop fighting. Sleep would not overcome her; the yelling prevents her to do so. The wind blew from her window, into the room, taking in some dead, autumn leaves with it. The little one trembled at the cold breeze. No one was there to warm her up or to cover her body with the blanket for her. This almost happens every night. The same angry tones of her parents arguing, and the same loneliness around her happens. It seems to her that it would never end. Another slap was heard and was mighty loud and hard. A cry of forgiveness was shrieking into the air.

Suddenly, everything stopped.

Footsteps pounded into her parent's room. Another set of footsteps scrambled over to a corner near her room. Something was taken out from her parent's room. Relena wasn't sure if it was her father who took something from the room, or if it was her mother. Whispers of plea escaped from her mother's mouth. Relena felt even more frighten than before. Her mother was chanting prays to god. 'Why is she praying?' That question roamed all over in her head. Then the footsteps pounded toward the corner where her mother was. From the crack of her slightly open door, she could see a large shadow. Everything became quiet again. Relena shut her eyes.

Out of the blue, Relena's door was swiftly opened. Her stomach made a somersault. There, at her door, was her father. His face was red and his clothes were completely disorganized. One thing Relena noticed first was that he was holding something and was wearing these gloves that seem to be never touch on the outside. It was shiny, black, and seems to be made by some sort of metal. From where she was, she could tell it was shaped like an "L". She couldn't describe it no more because she was too far away from it, also, it was dark. He father smiled. He slowly walked toward her bed. Each step he took, the faster Relena's heart pounded. Once he reached to the edge of her bed, Relena wanted to dash out of there, but she was too scared. He sat onto the soft mattress, staring at his pretty daughter. He strokes her bangs from her face. Relena froze.

"Relena, my dear Relena. Do you want to play a game with your Father and Mother? It would be very fun." He said with hints of a devious plan. Relena desired to shake her head but instead, her head forced into a nod. He father smirked, and took Relena by the hand, guiding her out of her room. Fear and anticipation rouse inside her head. Once she was out of her doorway, the light glared into her eyes.

"Father, what kind of game are we playing?" Relena requested. Her beady eyes look up into her father's cerulean, blue eyes.

"Well, it's a can where…well, you'll see. All you need to do is follow my directions no matter what." Her father's eyes sparked with a glare of suspiciousness, but Relena can't see it at all.

She could see her mother scrambling toward the stairs. Her father dashed out toward her mother, blocking her way, so her mother can't escape. Abruptly, he shoved her mother down the stairs. Her mother's fragile body bounced and rammed onto each step down the stairs. Her cries escape her mouth in sharp murmurs. In seconds, her mother's body laid at the bottom of the stairs. Confusion bounded inside Relena.

Relena finally ran toward the stairs, wanting to see if her mother was alright. But her father go hold of her and kept her from doing so. Tears began to pour from her eyes.

"Shh, Relena, don't worry about Mommy. This is just part of the game we are playing. Mommy isn't hurt, she is alright; she is just pretending. Okay? All you need to do is hold this." Relena's father lace out Relena's hand and placed the "L" shaped object onto her hand and enclosed her fingers to it. It was very heavy. "Do you see this trigger? All you have to point this gun at Mommy and then pull this trigger." Her father directed. Fear and confusion was in the air. Relena stared at the object in her hand. She had never seen a gun before or how it is used. She doesn't know how much pain a gun could cause. She looks behind her father, seeing her mother's frail body at the bottom of the stairs. Her mother was breathing very hard and raspy. Relena looked back to the gun. Its shiny metal stings her eyes. She aimed the gun at her mother but did not shoot. Her body froze like a block of ice. 'No, don't pull the trigger. It will change everything if you pull that trigger." screamed a voice inside her head.

Her father's patience did not continue, he snapped, "Relena Darlian Peacecarft, pull that damn trigger now!" His word shot through her like knives. She just wanted to disappear right there. With one swift slap on her face threw her head to the wall. Her head throb with pain. Her own father's actions were unbearable to describe. The gun still lay in her hands. He jerked her up to her feet and grasped both of her hands with his. Her aimed the gun back to her mother and guided Relena's finger to the trigger and pulled it. Time seem to slow down. The bullet blasted out of the gun with smoke trailing behind. It flew like a torpedo, straight toward her mother's chest. Her mother's body jumped up with the bullet sunk inside her chest. Blood goosed out onto her porcelain skin. Relena cried out to her mother and tripped down the stairs. She shook her mother's shoulders, calling her mother to wake up or move. The blood soaked into Relena's pajamas. Her hands stained with blood. Everything has gone to worse to hell. Relena cried into her mother's hair, pleading everything was going to be alright. Then Relena stopped crying, anger welled inside. It was her father's fault, but why did he do that? Relena look back to her hands. One hand was still clutching the gun. Somehow, her hand won't let the gun fall out of her hand. Her fingers were laced into the gun with steel. She has to do something and that has to be done now.

*End of Flashback*

Before Relena could continue, the door slammed open. Walking into the room, was Scott Poldet, with a gun in his hand.

To Be Continued…

A.N.: Sorry that it took so long for this chapter to be posted up but I have been very busy. I'm very sorry that this chapter is short but oh well, at least there's a chapter right? Please be kind to review! Thanx!

~Christine aka Pink Cloud