Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Stolen ❯ Rage ( Chapter 7 )
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By: heeropeacecraft 
"With a grim hope that Quatre was alright, he drove the slightly mangled car to the only place he knew was secure."
This is very short, so I will post chapter eight right after I post this.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.10.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 252 | Visits: 543 | Status: Completed
"With a grim hope that Quatre was alright, he drove the slightly mangled car to the only place he knew was secure."
This is very short, so I will post chapter eight right after I post this.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.10.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 252 | Visits: 543 | Status: Completed
Chapter seven
Run, runfaster! Damn you. Too late! Quatre down, unconscious. Pulse weak. Table cloth, may be in shock. Radio. "This is zero-one, zero-four is down, send help. Dove captured. In pursuit." Tie knot at collar bone. "You! Apply pressure to his wound. Don't move him at all." Dove captured. Dove captured. Back stairwell. Stupid plan. Not experienced. Still dangerous. Gasoline smell. Car door slamming. Runfaster! There! Shoot tires. No! Don't flip! OK, just a crash. Where is dove? Target is firing back. Where is dove? Second target spotted, driver. Running away. Can't get a shot. Third target has dove. Third target is handling dove! Rage. RAGE!
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Heero came back to himself just as he was about to break the man's kneck. "No!" I don't kill anymore. I don't have to kill this man." Shaking with the effort to exert control, he instead threw the unconscious form to the ground and went to check on Relena. Steady, steady...calm. He took a deep breath before looking inside. She was crumpled awkwardly into the back seat, due to the car slamming into the alley wall, but there was no blood, no sign of broken bones. Weighing his options and the possibility of further attack with her in this weakened state, Heero carefully straightened her in the back of the car and buckled her in. Unwanted adrenaline refused to leave his body. With a grim hope that Quatre was alright, he drove the slightly mangled car to the only place he knew was secure.
Run, runfaster! Damn you. Too late! Quatre down, unconscious. Pulse weak. Table cloth, may be in shock. Radio. "This is zero-one, zero-four is down, send help. Dove captured. In pursuit." Tie knot at collar bone. "You! Apply pressure to his wound. Don't move him at all." Dove captured. Dove captured. Back stairwell. Stupid plan. Not experienced. Still dangerous. Gasoline smell. Car door slamming. Runfaster! There! Shoot tires. No! Don't flip! OK, just a crash. Where is dove? Target is firing back. Where is dove? Second target spotted, driver. Running away. Can't get a shot. Third target has dove. Third target is handling dove! Rage. RAGE!
*****
Heero came back to himself just as he was about to break the man's kneck. "No!" I don't kill anymore. I don't have to kill this man." Shaking with the effort to exert control, he instead threw the unconscious form to the ground and went to check on Relena. Steady, steady...calm. He took a deep breath before looking inside. She was crumpled awkwardly into the back seat, due to the car slamming into the alley wall, but there was no blood, no sign of broken bones. Weighing his options and the possibility of further attack with her in this weakened state, Heero carefully straightened her in the back of the car and buckled her in. Unwanted adrenaline refused to leave his body. With a grim hope that Quatre was alright, he drove the slightly mangled car to the only place he knew was secure.