Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets ❯ into the breach ( Chapter 18 )

SECRETS 15: into the breach

 

There was dust. A lot of dust. Duo kept the mask tight on his face as Wufei drove the jeep like a mad man. He kept up a constant speed as if the center of the blast was vanishing with time. Heat waves moved around them along with the wind, but Duo barely felt it and he could tell that Wufei was very much in his element.

 

As the first blast of hot wind had reached them, Wufei's face had become scaly and his eyes had slit. He growled as he smelt the sulfur and felt the hot wind of the dying fires. He smiled at Duo with a grin that the braided youth had never seen before. It was almost scary, but then again he was Dragon.

 

“Having fun, Wufei?” Duo grinned behind his mask, his knuckled white from holding on.

 

Wufei jerked the wheel as the jeep bounced again and cast a quick look at his comrade. “We're almost there.”

 

Duo frowned. How would he know?

 

The jeep swerved sideways as Wufei pulled it to a stop. “This is as far as the jeep can go.”

 

Duo looked around. It was like being at the orphanage all over again. Smoke debris, twisted metal and dead plants; all the signs of a wasteland in development.

 

“So what now?” He murmured as he stepped out of the jeep.

 

Wufei moaned and his wings sprang from his back then he turned to look at Duo. “I'm not carrying you.”

 

Duo smiled as Wufei took to the air. He shook his head as the winged boy hovered above him before allowing his own dark wings to spring forth.

 

In moments both boys were flying into the heart of the fire.

 

~8~

 

Quatre tried hard to block the emotions that assaulted him when he stepped into the hospital ward. The pain and despair was almost too much for him. Heero grabbed his elbow and held him still for a few minutes.

 

“Focus on me, Quatre.” Heero whispered in his ear. “Let me be your focal point.”

 

Quatre turned and smiled at the Japanese youth before squeezing his hand and leading them inside. They had so much to do and he felt that they had so little time.

 

“This is Margaret Fowler, she was the first found and the closest to the blast sight.” The older woman lay still, her eyes bandaged and her body covered in burns. The nurse adjusted her IV before continuing her softly spoken introduction. “She is the oldest resident of Riverbend, her family practically founded the town.”

 

The older woman looked far worse than she was. She still held a regal air to her stature even though she was sitting in a bed covered in bandages and soft burns. She lorded over the ward as the matriarch she was and would always be.

 

“Well, is anyone going to introduce these two young men or do I have to ask them who they are?” Her voice was soft but commanding as she tucked her hands calmly in her lap.

 

Quatre smiled as he gave the regal woman a bow. “I am Quatre Rababra Winner and this is Heero Yuy.” He gave Heero a nod and he in turn gave the woman a respectful bow.

 

“You're here to find out why we were chosen as the target.” Her voice was soft but her words were strong. “We've had little military affiliation and no bases. Our industry is agricultural and assembly. We are small, barely noted on most maps, so why us.”

 

Heero and Quatre exchanged glances at the woman's words. She seemed to have known exactly what they needed.

 

“I'm old, boy, not stupid.” She commented upon seeing their exchange. “I've been thinking since I woke up. I'm the controller of this little piece of land and I want to know why myself.”

 

“Controller?” Heero thought that was a strange word to use.

 

The older woman looked at the nurse who gave a nod and left them alone. “We, once upon a time, were a collective. Russian descendants have a hard time losing their old ways; so we were built as a collective. There are five controllers within a collective and my family was one. We are the protectors; parents if you will, of our area. When the wars came and technology grew, many of the collectives died off, but Riverbend insisted on keeping it's old ways. Over the years my family has slowly introduced more of the western ways and that has kept the town alive. We've even grown so that others from outside the town have moved here. We're just a quiet little town on the river and shouldn't have any kind of enemy that would do this.”

 

Heero nodded in understanding, he'd known about the old ways of the Russian empire and had found it a fascinating way to live. However, it had proven to be less than productive and the empire had fallen because of it.

 

“Do you have any ideas?” Quatre asked softly, taking the seat offered by the woman.

 

Margaret sighed and straightened the covers again, a nervous habit she could not get rid of. “No. There is no reason to attack us. Most of our young people work outside the town now anyway.”

 

Heero looked out the window at the chaos that was beginning to take on order. “When exactly did the strike occur?”

 

Margaret smiled, she liked the stoic young man. “It occurred at 1330 hours. I was just finishing my dishes from lunch and had hung up the phone with Walt, the sheriff. He'd had some complains about an outsider hanging around.”

 

“An outsider?” Quatre looked at Heero, both realizing what an outsider could mean.

 

Margaret chuckled. “The moron got lost a coupla times and couldn't find his way out. Walt had stopped him twice all ready, but the idiot was too stupid to follow directions. My guess is he's now toast.”

 

“Why do you say that?” Heero's voice was now deep, the warrior in him crying out for vengeance against the force that harmed the innocent.

 

Margaret sighed. “Walt was calling from the center of town. The dingy man had been circling the square for an hour. Why he didn't stop was anyone's guess?”

 

“Targeting transmitter?” Quatre asked Heero quietly.

 

“Damn fool thing to do, make yourself a target.” Margaret didn't hide the fact that she heard what was said. “If you're making a statement you need at least one witness to say the why of it.”

 

“Thank you, Ms. Fowler, for your insight.” Quatre bowed and joined Heero by the door.

 

“You boys be careful.” Margaret shouted. “Them is mad men out there to take a laser up the ass for no good reason.”

 

“Yes, mam.” Quatre held back his chuckle until they were out of the room. “Duo would like her.”

 

“Hn.”

 

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The Commander moaned as he sank into the body in front of him. The boy had long ago lost consciousness, but that didn't stop him from taking what he wanted. He'd chosen him first because he was similar in build to the one he was waiting for, craving. He'd struggled and fought him, giving him a convincing battle that only fed his lust. When he'd finally tired of the fight and been able to take what he wanted, he was disappointed by the lack of response from the boy. He was not quite up to the task of satisfying, maybe his girlfriend would be better.

 

His First had been wise to get him two instead of one, he was becoming to insatiable for one to handle. Soon he would require more than physical gratification and this was proof of what his man would do for him. He smiled as he recalled how First had told him how the two had walked up to him, children wanting to buy their way off the rock they called home. They had little on and no money, poor planning had landed them in his hands. He'd taken one look at the pair and known that the Commander would want these two.

 

Looking at the girl, he smiled evilly. She looked like the young Vice Foreign Minister with her blonde hair and wide blue eyes. They were filled with terror now, but soon . . . With one last grunt he came inside the tight center of the boy and growled.

 

`Pity.' He thought as he jerked within him. `He didn't last but a few hours.'

 

Jerking one last time, he pulled out and let the boy fall to the floor. Placing a kiss on cooling cheek, he sighed and shook himself. He was still too hard to think straight. He needed more in order to slake the lust of the dark surge.

 

Licking his lips he turned to see the girl huddled in the corner, trying to hide. Her torn clothing only covering her essential parts, her blond hair flowing around her head falling into her wide terrified eyes. Smiling, he reached for her ankle and dragged her toward him. The gag kept her screams muffled but he enjoyed what he could hear, the fear shaking her fueling his dark desires.

 

“That's right, pet, I like your fear.” The Commander grinned down at the girl as he positioned her just so. “Soon others will be joining you and their screams will be like songs upon my ears.” Closing his eyes in ecstasy, he felt his body harden and twitch. “Soon I'll have the real thing kneeling before me, pleasuring me, just as you are about to.”

 

The girl's eyes widened more and she tried to struggle as he tore her clothing from her. He laughed as he spread her legs revealing her. The girl tried to kick as he drew her closer, her eyes darting from him to her boyfriend. He laughed as he strapped her legs onto the bar which hung from the ceiling, he ran his hands over her body with glee. Hard fingers bruised her breasts and invaded her body. When she cried, he licked her tears from her face as he whispered all things he was going to do before thrusting hard into her untried body.

 

“Mmm, a virgin. Such sweet power to be mine.” The Commander moaned as he moved inside the girl. “I will take pleasure in you as I do in destroying the world.”

 

The girl's muffled screams were barely heard above the Commander's harsh laughter. This was what he wanted, what he really needed. It was almost like blowing up that town again. Such glory in death and destruction.