Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Runaway ❯ Runaway Ch 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: moffit1x2x1 
AU. Evil Duo. NCS. Eventual murder of a Pilot(s). Murder (mentioned and otherwise) of Original Characters. Extreme Quatre Torture throughout fic. Switching pov’s.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.04.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 575 | Status: Work In Progress
AU. Evil Duo. NCS. Eventual murder of a Pilot(s). Murder (mentioned and otherwise) of Original Characters. Extreme Quatre Torture throughout fic. Switching pov’s.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.04.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 575 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Runaway
Author: Moffit (mofitstar @yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: Only this story belongs to me.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 1x2, 2x4, 3x4 (implied)
Warnings: AU. Evil Duo. Eventual murder of a Pilot(s). Murder (mentioned and otherwise) of Original Characters. Extreme Quatre Torture throughout fic. Switching pov’s. NCS later on, but not this part.
Chapter 2
Heero blinked owlishly at the teen grinning back at him. Hesitantly, he took a step towards the car. “Where are you going?” he asked.
“I’m on a roadtrip. I got kicked out of the house when my parents came home early from vacation. See, if they’d given me some notice I could’ve had the party cleared out and cleaned up before they got there, but nooo...” The boy was talking a mile a minute, and Heero found himself opening he door without really thinking about it.
He smiled shyly at the teen as he climbed in, fastening his seatbelt to give himself something to do.
“The name’s Duo. What’s yours?”
“Heero.”
“You like to party?”
“Uh.. no. I don’t get out much.”
“That’s too bad, dude. But hey, hangin’ out with me should do ya a world of good!”
“...if you say so.”
“So what are ya doin’ walking the highway at night, eh? Looking for axe murderers?”
Startled, Heero looked over at Duo. He was slouched back in his seat, only one hand on the wheel. An amethyst eye peeked over the edge of slim sunglasses to look at him, before returning to the road.
Heero shifted uneasily. “No.. I kinda ran away.”
“Kinda? How do you kinda run away? Is there some special way of going about it?”
“Not unless you include having your crazed mother after you...” Heero muttered.
“Ah, I wouldn’t worry so much if I were you. Lots of people have crazy parents. Hell, mine tried to send me to reform school before I ki- left school. They uh, thought I was gettin’ on the teachers’ nerves too much when I got a kid to fake her own death before class...”
Duo kept talking, elaborating on the story, but Heero thought Duo had been ready to say something else. His brow creased.
THUMP!
Heero jumped. Did they just hit something?
Duo broke off in mid-sentence. A hint of alarm crossed his features before he schooled his face back into a cheerful mask. He pulled the car over to the shoulder and grinned again at Heero.
“I’ve got some stuff in the trunk I think I’d better check on. Not good if it’s making noise, ne? Here, I’ll turn the radio on for ya while I make sure everything’s strapped down ok?”
Without waiting for Heero to reply, Duo reached over and snapped on the radio, speakers blaring at nearly full volume a song that ground against Heero’s ears. He didn’t like hard rock music very much.
***
Duo climbed out of the car and walked quickly to the rear of the car. Lifting the lid of the trunk, he glared down at its contents.
A blonde boy glared right back at him.
“I thought I told you to behave yourself, Quatre. I can’t have ya scarin’ away the company now, can I?”
Quatre probably would have snapped back with something nasty to Duo, if it weren’t for that darn gag tied tightly across his mouth. Then his eyes widened as Duo’s words sunk in. There was someone else in the car?! He started hitting his bound fists against the floor of the trunk, hoping whoever it was would hear him.
“Uh-uh. That ain’t gonna help ya. I got the radio up so loud in there he’ll be lucky if he can hear himself think.” Quatre slumped. He knew Duo was right, he’d forgotten the racket that was making the car vibrate in his eagerness to get someone’s attention.
“I think I’m gonna hafta give you something to keep you quiet anyway, just so’s I ain’t gotta worry about you.” Duo reached into his pocket and pulled out something wrapped in plastic. Sticking the end in his mouth, Duo ripped it open and spat out a bit of the plastic.
Quatre watched as Duo pulled out a syringe, then reached back in his pocket for a small clear bottle.
Alarmed, Quatre pushed himself up, wishing his ankles weren’t tied to his thighs. He had to get away before this maniac did something awful. Duo had filled the syringe almost halfway, and was now busy squeezing the air bubbles out of it.
“Let’s see... gah? Hey!” Quatre had taken the opportunity to try to thrust himself out of the trunk. He had been hoping maybe he’d make Duo stab himself with the needle as he thrust himself outward, but his hope was dashed.
Duo just reached out an arm and shoved Quatre back down into the trunk, smirking.
“And where exactly do you think *you’re* going, hm?”
Quatre shied away as Duo came nearer with the syringe.
Duo grabbed him roughly and jerked his arms closer. “Hold still, unless you want this to hurt more than it has to.”
Quatre continued to glare, but didn’t move as Duo searched for a vein and pierced his inner elbow with the needle. A burning started at the entry point as Duo injected him.
“Can’t have you making too much trouble now, can we? Just remember, as soon as Daddy coughs up that ransom, you’re free to find your way home however you see fit. No need to make me do something drastic like kill ya, ne? It’s always such a pain to hide the bodies...”
Quatre didn’t hear any more than that; he was already swiftly losing consciousness as the drug Duo had given him flowed through his bloodstream.
Duo smiled tenderly as he watched Quatre’s head loll to the side. He tossed the used syringe into the bushes lining the side of the road negligently. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against Quatre’s, licking at a touch of blood where the gag had dug into the corner of his mouth. His left hand caressed Quatre’s ass lovingly as Duo stood up straight again.
Making a quick appraisal of both Quatre’s body and the bindings holding the teen, Duo felt his pants start to grow a bit tighter. Ignoring his lust for now, he untied Quatre’s wrists, clucking at the rope burns, before pulling the boy’s arms behind him and retying the rope again just as tight as they had been before, if not tighter.
Nodding in satisfaction, Duo reached up and slammed the lid back down.
tbc
Author: Moffit (mofitstar @yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: Only this story belongs to me.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: 1x2, 2x4, 3x4 (implied)
Warnings: AU. Evil Duo. Eventual murder of a Pilot(s). Murder (mentioned and otherwise) of Original Characters. Extreme Quatre Torture throughout fic. Switching pov’s. NCS later on, but not this part.
Chapter 2
Heero blinked owlishly at the teen grinning back at him. Hesitantly, he took a step towards the car. “Where are you going?” he asked.
“I’m on a roadtrip. I got kicked out of the house when my parents came home early from vacation. See, if they’d given me some notice I could’ve had the party cleared out and cleaned up before they got there, but nooo...” The boy was talking a mile a minute, and Heero found himself opening he door without really thinking about it.
He smiled shyly at the teen as he climbed in, fastening his seatbelt to give himself something to do.
“The name’s Duo. What’s yours?”
“Heero.”
“You like to party?”
“Uh.. no. I don’t get out much.”
“That’s too bad, dude. But hey, hangin’ out with me should do ya a world of good!”
“...if you say so.”
“So what are ya doin’ walking the highway at night, eh? Looking for axe murderers?”
Startled, Heero looked over at Duo. He was slouched back in his seat, only one hand on the wheel. An amethyst eye peeked over the edge of slim sunglasses to look at him, before returning to the road.
Heero shifted uneasily. “No.. I kinda ran away.”
“Kinda? How do you kinda run away? Is there some special way of going about it?”
“Not unless you include having your crazed mother after you...” Heero muttered.
“Ah, I wouldn’t worry so much if I were you. Lots of people have crazy parents. Hell, mine tried to send me to reform school before I ki- left school. They uh, thought I was gettin’ on the teachers’ nerves too much when I got a kid to fake her own death before class...”
Duo kept talking, elaborating on the story, but Heero thought Duo had been ready to say something else. His brow creased.
THUMP!
Heero jumped. Did they just hit something?
Duo broke off in mid-sentence. A hint of alarm crossed his features before he schooled his face back into a cheerful mask. He pulled the car over to the shoulder and grinned again at Heero.
“I’ve got some stuff in the trunk I think I’d better check on. Not good if it’s making noise, ne? Here, I’ll turn the radio on for ya while I make sure everything’s strapped down ok?”
Without waiting for Heero to reply, Duo reached over and snapped on the radio, speakers blaring at nearly full volume a song that ground against Heero’s ears. He didn’t like hard rock music very much.
***
Duo climbed out of the car and walked quickly to the rear of the car. Lifting the lid of the trunk, he glared down at its contents.
A blonde boy glared right back at him.
“I thought I told you to behave yourself, Quatre. I can’t have ya scarin’ away the company now, can I?”
Quatre probably would have snapped back with something nasty to Duo, if it weren’t for that darn gag tied tightly across his mouth. Then his eyes widened as Duo’s words sunk in. There was someone else in the car?! He started hitting his bound fists against the floor of the trunk, hoping whoever it was would hear him.
“Uh-uh. That ain’t gonna help ya. I got the radio up so loud in there he’ll be lucky if he can hear himself think.” Quatre slumped. He knew Duo was right, he’d forgotten the racket that was making the car vibrate in his eagerness to get someone’s attention.
“I think I’m gonna hafta give you something to keep you quiet anyway, just so’s I ain’t gotta worry about you.” Duo reached into his pocket and pulled out something wrapped in plastic. Sticking the end in his mouth, Duo ripped it open and spat out a bit of the plastic.
Quatre watched as Duo pulled out a syringe, then reached back in his pocket for a small clear bottle.
Alarmed, Quatre pushed himself up, wishing his ankles weren’t tied to his thighs. He had to get away before this maniac did something awful. Duo had filled the syringe almost halfway, and was now busy squeezing the air bubbles out of it.
“Let’s see... gah? Hey!” Quatre had taken the opportunity to try to thrust himself out of the trunk. He had been hoping maybe he’d make Duo stab himself with the needle as he thrust himself outward, but his hope was dashed.
Duo just reached out an arm and shoved Quatre back down into the trunk, smirking.
“And where exactly do you think *you’re* going, hm?”
Quatre shied away as Duo came nearer with the syringe.
Duo grabbed him roughly and jerked his arms closer. “Hold still, unless you want this to hurt more than it has to.”
Quatre continued to glare, but didn’t move as Duo searched for a vein and pierced his inner elbow with the needle. A burning started at the entry point as Duo injected him.
“Can’t have you making too much trouble now, can we? Just remember, as soon as Daddy coughs up that ransom, you’re free to find your way home however you see fit. No need to make me do something drastic like kill ya, ne? It’s always such a pain to hide the bodies...”
Quatre didn’t hear any more than that; he was already swiftly losing consciousness as the drug Duo had given him flowed through his bloodstream.
Duo smiled tenderly as he watched Quatre’s head loll to the side. He tossed the used syringe into the bushes lining the side of the road negligently. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against Quatre’s, licking at a touch of blood where the gag had dug into the corner of his mouth. His left hand caressed Quatre’s ass lovingly as Duo stood up straight again.
Making a quick appraisal of both Quatre’s body and the bindings holding the teen, Duo felt his pants start to grow a bit tighter. Ignoring his lust for now, he untied Quatre’s wrists, clucking at the rope burns, before pulling the boy’s arms behind him and retying the rope again just as tight as they had been before, if not tighter.
Nodding in satisfaction, Duo reached up and slammed the lid back down.
tbc