Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ ThE CaGe CoMpLeX ❯ A TerriFYinG TrUth ( Chapter 2 )

ThE CaGe CoMpleX

By Hate Dept. (yep it's still only me,but I'm trying to make an app for some part time help…)

***WARNINGS*** ahh it's all to tedious to write it all over language, situations, all that shit not for those with high moral standards. So if ya got high morals then click click and get ya ass out. Oh yeah all types of Duo outta `is mind and Heero been a Dick, I can't explain it's too confusing for me. So what the hell.

If ya wanna know anything else ask or look at the previous chap. Cause I hate repeating myself.

OI! As I said there's gonna be some disturbing shit and I wasn't lieing…so here it starts the downfall of it all..

Ch 2 A TeRrifYinG TruTh

"Shit" I said as he pulled my head up. It cracked hard against the unyielding metal. I wouldn't let go. Fuck that, I wouldn't let him get away with this shit. My head cracked again and stars blotted my vision. It was hard to keep my eyes focused, but I wouldn't let go. His grip on me was wavering and his face took on a sick purpling red color. He put all his remaining effort in the last crack. Any intellectual conversations I may have had in later years were ruined. Shit every thought I had up to now was gone. I could feel a weight on top of me, see a dark blob in front of me, and faintly hear a cough or maybe they were talking. My hands barley gripped something still remembering some disintegrated agenda that lay on my chest. Something, something important...I tried so hard to think. Oh yeah sleep.

I sat up quick too quick. The world spun in black. I closed my eyes and quickly ducked my head between my legs taking in deep breaths, which instantly became shallow from the busted ribs. The nausea finally passed and I sat straight. My head throbbed with every attempted thought. I noticed a bucket in front of me on the floor.

"Nice of em to give me my own bathroom." I said placing a foot on top of the over turned bucket. Damn I did have to piss. I looked around the room. I stood up slowly trying not to fuck with my head, pulling the chains as far out as they'd go, which was almost half way across the room. Better than nothin. I pulled out the real Shinigami and hoped my aim would make it. Hey, if I couldn't get out of the door then they could put a hand in my piss every time one of the bastards went out. I half laughed as I coated most the door. I swear I had the best aim with my rod. I zipped the real Shinig. back home. Home, I thought, I hope Hilde can manage. I didn't know when I'd get back or if I would ever get back. Damn, and I didn't even get to fuck Hilde one last time. I rubbed my hand into my bangs as I thought about my few conscious moments.

"How the fuck did Heero make me hard." I never thought about him that way. Shit, I barley thought of the dickhead as a friend. He could never let go of the missions. "Fuck" I yelled slamming my hand down on the metal slab I was sitting on. I had to quit thinking about him as a comrade. He played us all like a bunch of whores, taking his time to fuck each of us. What a fucken dick. I lifted up one of the boots and undid the ties and loosened it. Mise well get comfortable, I thought as I undid the other placing that foot on the bucket. I leaned my head against the wall, resting my left arm on the rased knee while the other hand fiddled with my braid.

I wondered where Quatre was. I hoped Heero didn't try the same shit on him. I didn't know if he could defend himself as well as I could. Shit I was L2 trash, I fought dirty as hell. I had no shame. If a guy was twice my size, well I'd just pick up what ever I could and beat the shit out of em. Quatre was a civilized with all that cultured crap. How cold, I'm being all down on him when he's probably worse off then me. I mean yeah, all the piolets were my friends, `cept that assfuck Heero, but Q was in love with Trowa. My hand tightened on my braid. This shit should have never happened. I couldn't help the irrate smile that hit my face. "If you mother fuckers would have listened to me." The smile turned highly ironic. "Haha, yeah listen to Duo. Damn, and now you guys must be sittin in your cells kickin your asses." The laugh wasn't happy, it was something brash and rushed. "I hate when I'm right." I closed my eyes and opened them almost immediately. I couldn't hold back the shudder as I thought of Heero. I leaned my face into my hand covering my eyes. I couldn't even control myself. I wanted him. I held down the gag. I shook my head against my hand rubbing my eyes. I just let him do it. Not even able to defend myself. Fuck I had to get out of here. What if he comes back and I can't stop him? My head shot up as the thought left my mouth

"What if I didn't try to stop him?" I moved fast. I turned putting all the pain on the back burner, there'd be time enough to feel pain once I was out of here. I positioned my feet on either side of where the chain on my left arm hooked to the wall. Yeah okay, so I knew it was pretty much impossible. Ah what the hell, I didn't have nothin else to do.

"Okay you piece of shit" I pulled with all my might feeling the chain dig into my hands. "Let go." I groaned as my body lifted off the slab. My ribs screeching, blood dripping from the bandage on my leg and my head feeling like the woofer at a party with my heart banging out the beat. My hands began to slip along the chain. "I ain't gonna give up.." I pulled harder aching my back. "So..why don't you." My grip slipped and I fell back half on half off the slab, my shoulders hitting the ground, lucky my head didn't hit. "Fuck" I sighed as my hands stung and I turned the palms up to see blood oozing from them. "Hell no! I ain't given up that easy." I positioned myself again only this time I wrapped one hand in the chain. Sometimes I wish I would take the time to think. At least I put the right hand in front of the wraped left. "This time your given it up bitch." I snarled at the wall. So I'm a little crazy; that's a shocker.

This time it was gonna work. I pulled and heard a little crack from the metal and saw it give. "Yeah baby give it up for papa." I groaned. The muscles in my left hand fought to save the bones from the chain. The wall creaked a little more and the metal was actually standing out. "This is it. Come on!" I roared as I pulled with every soul Shinigami had ever taken. My teeth tore into my lip as the chain crushed my left hand. My ears filled with a wet cracking sound. Almost there. I mentally screamed. "Never give up do you Duo Maxwell." my legs gave and I fell back to the slab. I laid there for a minute my eyes squeezing tight as the pain washed through me. I used my right hand to undo the chain from my left. I tried not to wince as I pulled out the embedded links from the bloody mess of hand. I clamped my teeth together as I tried to bend it. I heard a cough behind me. Oh yeah, there was someone here. I slowly turned to my visitor. Pulling my left hand close to my body and trying not to upset my ribs as they now exacted revenge.

I raised glaring eyes to Zechs. His mask hiding half his face as he stood in his tailed red suit. Dignitary assistant dick. I thought as I smiled. His icy blue eyes seemed amused by me. "Only you destroy yourself in finding a means to escape." I rolled my eyes at him lifting up one of the cuffs.

"Yeah I see you made some just for me." Zechs nodded, a slight bow of his head to the right. The guy just made me want to kick him in the teeth. So damn proper, get off your high horse and come mingle with the trash. Oh no, it might scuff his black leather boots or stain his pressed white pants.

"Heero told us of your unconventional ways of freeing yourself. He said you would have no trouble sacrificing your thumbs to get out of them. And yet I see you still have sacrificed a hand." He was staring at my left hand.

"Yeah and once you leave I'll be back at it again Zechsy." I smiled wide at him, my eyes remaining cool and lethal. He looked me up and down. I just watch him. The silence was getting unbearable. "What!" His eyes met mine. Innocence and confusion on his face. "What are you looking at?"

He smiled again. A slight rise of the lips. "I don't know."

I stifled a laugh and rubbed the sweat dripping from my hairline with the bak of my right hand. "Shinigami. Now that that's settled what the hell do you want?" I didn't look back at him. As I gently began wrapping the chain on my left hand again. So, I was gonna fuck up my hands a bit more. Anything to be free of the chains. Cuff me, beat the hell outta me, drug me, but never fucken chain me or cage me. It makes me kinda crazy. I turned back to the wall. "You mind." I asked as I positioned my feet and turned to him leaning my head back.

"Not at all." He said as I took a deep breath in let it out and began to pull again. The wall creaked and popped some more. "I came down here to see if you would like food and to check on you."

"Come on you fucken bitch let go." I said pulling harder. The bandage on my leg was usless as blood leaked form it. My left hand was half gushing. I couldn't give up dammit. My heart was blowing my head off with a shotgun every time it beat and my ribs weren't gonna let me breath ever again. Zechs didn't say anything. The metal actually gave and I went tumbling back until the right chained stopped me. I laid on my back right arm reached toward the wall. Agony rummaging through my body. I stared at the ceiling trying to breath and smiling. "Yeah I knew you'd see it my way. He He." I croaked.

"Amazing." I heard Zechs sigh. I rolled quickly to my feet, okay so it took me a minute to get to a crouch and not actually standing. I grabbed the loose chain in my right hand. I had a weapon now. Zechs backed towards the door. I could still reach him with the loose chain. "It would be foolish to attempt anything." he was looking at the chain in my hand. Watching my body for a striking movement.

"Yeah it would be since I'm still chained to the wall," I shrugged my shoulders and watched him tense, "but who says I care."

"Of course you know this room is being monitored also." Well I hadn't actually thought about that.

"Of course." I said slumping into a sitting position. I dropped the chain and scooted back to the slab leaning my back against it and resting my head on the top closing my eyes and stretching out my bleeding leg. "Not like I could do much after that." I sighed tiredly.

I heard the clink of a tray next to my head. Damn, I hadn't even heard Zechs move. I was finally able to relax and that let the pain roll in like construction on a road trip. I turned my head over and had to laugh. "I see you guys went all out on this. Shit where'd you order from." They've been reading to many ancient relic books, fuckin bread and water.

"It's enough to sustain you. I will send someone to tend to your wounds. You've lost a good amount of blood in your struggles. I watched Zechs leave, he had a towel in his gloved hand as he opened the door.

"Saw that too." Zechs turned back to me rolling his eyes as I laugh a little maniacal.

Once the door was closed I devoured the hunk of bread and spilled not a drop of the water. I was still starving, but I guess it was better than nothing. It did help me gain a little of my fuzzy head back. I looked to the slab. A nice red glaze covered it along with the chain I tore from the wall. My gaze was drawn to my left hand. It was fuckin jacked. The fingers spread to far apart. The rest swollen around huge rounded gashes, if it was clean I think the chain pattern would have been perfect. I didn't have enough energy to free the other one.

"Fuck" I sighed as I realized I didn't even have enough energy to even get up. Man, they could attach the chain back to the wall when ever I fell asleep or passed out which I was wanting to do really bad right now. I forced my fingers to bend in my left hand and hissed out a breath as blood spurted from the wrap around wound. I swear I had crushed the bones in my hand. I hoped whoever they sent brought some drugs. No, Ozies wouldn't bring drugs to relieve pain it was always something more painful. Fuck that I couldn't take any damn drugs. I had to stay up. I wouldn't let that shit be for nothing.

I heard the door and lifted my head. My eyes met cold blue. I smiled wide bitting every insult that wanted to leave my mouth. Oh and there was as many as atoms in the false air. "Just stoppin' in for a shag are we." Damn, I couldn't help it I met to say fuck you, but no. Gotta say something stupid. Heero's eyes narrowed "No, I already took care of that with a friend of yours." my smile disappeared along with any sense, not that I had any to begin with. Even an idiot could figure out what he did. I whipped the free chain at Heero. It was low and he easily dodged it. I was already at the end of my chain swinging at him with my worthless left hand. Fighting the images of seeing Quatre fucked silly by Heero.

"You sick motherfucker. I'm going to rip your dick of and shove it up your ass." Heero laughed as he stood outside my swinging area. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight. Sending me to my knees. I wouldn't let my face acknowledge the pain my mind was screaming to release. Heero stepped closer looking down at me hate, contemp, and worst of all truth in his eyes.

"You fought me," He said turning his head enough so I could see the bandage. "If you would have let it happen Quatre wouldn't have had to cry out in anguish."

My mind reeled. "No." I muttered as I closed my eyes I could picture it all and it was my fault. "No." I pulled desperately at the right chain. I would kill him for this. "No!"

Heero leaned down closer to me. "You made the choice with out thinking of the consequence as you always have."

"I....I" nothing, no words came to my mind. I was in mental lock. Heero pushed me face down. He stepped on the loose chain. I felt him wash and wrap my hands and leg. He pulled me up to a sitting position pulling my shirt up and wrapping my ribs and even my head.

"Quatre is forever scared because of you." Heero said blandly and left me staring at the door.

It didn't take long, my wild imagination perfect home to grow such a seed. I could see Heero's dark shadow come in. Tell Quatre the truth. Watch Quatre's eyes go wide in shock and hurt. He would try to attack the other too. Despite what all think, Quatre can hold his own. That doesn't matter when your against Heero. He's too strong. He would fight him and Heero would take him down ruff and hard making sure to hurt him. I could see and hear it all. Quatre's blue eyes wide in horror as his face was crushed against the metal. The feel of Heero positioning himself to enter. The tears falling from Quatre's eyes. Praying to Allah it was all a dream His mouth thrown wide as he screams from Heero's forced entry. And Heero grunting to him how it was my fault. My fault. My choice. If I wouldn't have taken that suit, the church. I wouldn't have seen Sister Helen. The soldiers ridding away her chastity to God. Solo. The kids I let suffer by fighting it away from me. Tears fell, when they started how long they'd been going I didn't know. All the years, all the choices. How many more have I ruined by chance. I felt my body shake with regret. The cross weighed heavier on my chest than the bindings on my wrists. I held my good leg close to my body. Staring at the wall as I sat in the middle of the room tortured by memories and imagination.

I heard people come and go. Zechs spoke to me his voice lost as I relived all the years I held in my braid. Reliving the choices imagining the results. My eyes heavy but my body never letting them close.

I saw Quatre again. The wall like some vicious tv screen playing it all for me. A vivid hallucination from not eating or sleeping in god knows how many days. I watched him cry out over and over as Heero pumped. Wishing it would end. Crying for Trowa or Wufei to save him. Unable to believe Heero would do this to him. I watched Heero leave Quatre violated and bloody on the cold metal. Tears falling from dead eyes. His only words so clear in my ears. "Why Duo? Why did you let this happen to me?" My mind turned to glass and fell from space to crash into microscopic pieces on the earths rocky surface. My hands griped the sides of my head and I screamed. Screamed like I actually felt my brain smash until no sound would come from my throat and I opened my eyes. My hands were on the ground and I was staring at the ceiling.

I turned to the door as it opened. "Duo..." I stared at the person my mind on earth unable to put a name with the face. My body twitching from disintegrating unused muscles. "You need to eat something."

I brought my hand to touch under my eye. Head cocked to the side as my eyes stared blankly at nothing. My index and middle finger following the path of tears to brush my lips as I spoke in a cracked disorientated voice that didn't sound like mine. "It's much to late for that now...much to late." I laughed like a lunatic. "I left it all behind." My laugh increased in pitch. "There's nothing left." I crawled to the metal slab and crouched on it my hands gripping the side. I felt no pain, no sorrow, regret, hate, malice, nothing. I just crouched there twitching laughing every once and again.

Hands griped my shoulders and pulled me to my feet from my slab. "Duo look at me." I saw something moving in front of my face. Focus was lost to me. The hands let go of me and I moved back to my perch crouching watching over my domain of flashing shadows. Someone else came in. Pulling me from my perch. My head swayed my eyes looking to the ceiling then to the wall. My body shook, which brought a laugh from my lips.

"Duo do you know who I am?" I stared at the faceless blob in front of me I looked back to the ceiling. My face was turned sharply to the side and then pulled forward roughly. "Duo, can you see my hand?"

"My dreams started the war."

"Can you see my hand?"

I moved my right hand up to my eye. "I need to see everything." I whispered as I shoved my nails into the top lid attempting to rip off the worthless flap. I was tackled to the ground before I got too far, only the top layer of soft skin bunched under my nail. Blood dripped into my right eye making the world a candy coated red. It felt like half the world was a dream and half might be real. The left and right visions mixing and changing with my hallucinating.

"Get prisoner 212 in here and inform Treize of what's happening."

"Do you think that is a good idea Heero."

"Treize didn't add you to the crew to question me Zechs now go."

Clicking of shoes, fading echos. Their words should have made sense. There was something familiar in the names. Were they names or maybe places? I wanted to go somewhere safe. How were the shadows? I was trapped here against this floor. I had to get away. With the thought came movement. I was free. The one holding me had no idea I was going to move. I had laid quite for quit sometime, feeling his grip loosen thinking I had become dormant. Never, no, I couldn't sleep, not here. I went back to my perch on the slab and contemplated these things. Talking to the shadowed forms that came and went roaming endlessly. "Why can't I sleep?" They trudged on unresponsive. "Am I sent to watch you. A leader in hell guiding the myriad of souls Shinigami has damned. Always watching his collection his to control his to serve." The shadows drugged on sluggishly. "I sit above you only because I am the one he's inhabited. The one he will never allow to rest. My soul is no longer mine."

"Duo." The voice was barley a whisper. I looked to it's maker. Face I've seen before. The hair was blonde, or maybe a glossy deep red. The eyes were to big. Glistening. I smiled, but it was something vile and torturous. A dark seething taking over inside. "Innocents you fake in those unreal eyes. You've stolen breath and damned morality. He wants you to roam within my realm You and your love. The souls you stole were not yours and he seeks revenge." My eyes went to the shadows. Sounds emanating from them, forming words swirling in my mind as I stared at the two people in front of me. I could see the blondes face raked with torture and the one behind mouth agape in releasing pleasure. My blinking unsynchronized. Unable to tell if the concern in the blondes eyes was real or the pain. The one behind a mix of confusion and pleasure. I couldn't stop the shaking that ran through my body. My starved mind trying to understand. The blonde spun on the other. Another tall blonde restrained the smaller one as the dark hard man hit him in the stomach. Blood came from the blondes lips. Pain. Blood. The sounds roared in front of me, the shadows latching onto me screaming in my ears. There words leaving my lips unconsciously.

"We want him. We know what he did. We will never forget. Death stands before him." The dark haired man was now looking at me his cobalt eyes showing nothing. My voice was a screeching death metal call for revenge. "We chained will see him dead." It was like my body was acting on it's own accord. The chain flung from my left hand to catch the target around the neck. Before he had a chance to act I had him on the ground. I stood over him wrapping that loose chain around his neck again and again till there was no slack to my wrist. I pulled up hard enough to snap most mens necks. "We will see you hang." I was dragging him back not allowing him to get his feet down.

"Duo, stop what are you doing." The small blonde screeched.

"We will never forgive." I turned my attention to the struggling man beneath me as I stood on the slab holding him up his feet desperate for ground His mouth opening and closing uselessly. The white of his eyes turning red from the pressure. I growled the words into his ear. "You will pay your dept now." I threw my head back howling in all my maddening glory as his struggles turned sluggish. My neck, something. I turned to the distraction. The man was tall, dignified angles to his face. His hair a primed brown. "No" I whimpered as I saw the empty injection needle. "Drugs." I cried out defeated as I felt all my muscles begin to give. I fell to my knees my arm giving into the mans weight. He was gasping and coughing never able to get in enough air. He ripped the chain from his neck and scrambled away from me. I stayed on my knees swaying not seeing anything. All my muscles went slack and I fell forward. The side of my head catching the blow as my arms hung uselessly. I stared at the boots of the man who'd done this to me. My head was more disjointed from my body now. I wouldn't sleep. I couldn't. My teeth began to gnaw on my bottom lip. I pealed off pieces of skin from my ever constant chewing. The voices that surrounded me were something from the deepest pits of hell. Low gurgling sounds of ancient tongues lost in the early years of God.

"There's no way out." I murmured to myself. My thoughts began to chase themselves in circles of hallucinations and reality. The past mixing with the future and the present lost in a feudal war within itself. My mouth filled with blood and I laughed and laughed. So loud in my ears my own laugh or was I screaming again. I could feel their hands the demons pulling at me trying to steel a soul that no longer existed in this body. Shinigami had already removed that to implant himself sucking off my sanity. I knew I was laughing this time as one of those demons in a companionate human guise held me close to look at me. "I'm insane." I was half laughing half crying. Still hallucinating. Seeing the face starting to blur into a shaking distortion. I could see the black wings unfolding behind him and the dark shadowing rise to bury the thing that held me into insignificants. It leaned a devil horned head towards me. The voice a deep darkness in my ears.

"Bring him to me." The shadow disappeared and I focused on the one holding me. I watched the others eyes widen. His mouth was moving the whole time in some soundless plea. My fist took him to the ground. I falling on top of him.

"Shinigami wants his payment. He wants you in the darkness forever." I brought the huge metal restraints down on him, one after the other. Laughing psychotic as blood splattered over me.

"Behind you." The darkness seethed in my mind and I rolled off the lithe body under me. Dodging the hilt of a gun which would have connected with the back of my neck. I bounded and skidded into a corner facing my now 3 tormenters. The taller blonde and brown haired man looking from one to the other in some kind of shock. The smaller ones face empty. His dark eyes matched my face. Ravenous and bestial. Human thoughts dispersed for something more primal. A taste for blood, for death. I new that was what I looked like. A rabid animal. Growling, panting, dripping blood and saliva. Unpredictable and delirious. I and the dark eyed man stared at each other. My tongue ran over my bottom lip tasting the blood that dripped from it. My lips formed a twisted masochistic smile.

The other two had disappeared taking the one Shinigami so badly wanted with them. "You have no idea what you've done do you Duo." My body gave a violent twitch and my fingers began digging into my aching head. That name brought back faces and memories. Heero stood in front of me. Quatre...He raped Quatre...I, God in heaven I tried to kill Quatre and Heero didn't I...

"No, make it stop." Both my hands dug into my head. As images flashed. "You" I said with foam frothing the corners of my mouth. "You did this to me and I won't let you take me back..." I turned to the wall slamming my head against it cackling as I tried destroying myself.

I was pulled from the wall the dark haired man embracing me in a hug or something. Saying the name of something. My body twitched and shook. I could feel it getting worse as my vision blackened. "Help.....me." I whispered as my head feel back and my body quaked. Yelling, screaming, horse cries. Was someone dying. Were we in battle. Where was Deathscythe. Wait where the fuck was my body. As if my mind didn't want to contemplate this it shut down again.

I dreamed of things. Of L2. A man living with me helping me sort out all my junk. Loving me and giving me everything I needed. I hated him. His lips were soft on mine. I tried to kill him. He wanted nothing more than to be with me. I wanted to dismember and gut him. He wanted my soul.

***Damn ain't I all types of quick..ah yeah. I don't got a beata reader so the spelling and grammer is checked by the dept., which is me. It's the best I can do. So what do ya think, did I go to far…naa I didn't think so either. Tell how ya feeling and I'll get on fixin up numba 3. Most the names of the chaps and shit are gonna be from haujobb since they seem to be my insperation for this story and yeah there's much more to come I'm thinking…more in a minute.