Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ ThE CaGe CoMpLeX ❯ FaItH In ChAoS ( Chapter 3 )

ThE CaGe CoMpleX

By Hate Detp. (back again to cause with unstable views)

**WarNingS** haven't changed even if ya think they have. Oh I guess I forgot to say that all the GWing stuff ain't mine. So for this and the last, it ain't mine, not like ya couldn't figure that out. Just check Ch 1 if your confused. Seriously if you;ve read the previous chaps, then ya otta know or else you're a jackass for reading ch 3 before 1 and 2 cause that doesn't make any sense. You may have a short term memory or suffer from memory loss…Then I'd say lay off the drugs.

Sokay yeah this chap's all bout the gore massive murder mmmm so nice, once again I'll shut the fuck up so you can get on with it.

Ch 3 FaIth In ChAoS

My eyes shot open and I struggled against bonds against words against self delusion. "Lemme go." I shrilled and pulled struggling against blurred faces and shouted words of calm. I screeched losing control of my breath. Hyperventilation was such a nuisance. I wasn't gonna make it. Reason faded and I was out.

Whispers filed my head. Voices of old. Father Maxwell telling me of peace. Sister Helen forcing me to relinquish fault for her death. Hilde telling me she'll love me even in death. I wanted revenge. I couldn't it let go. Not until oz was dead. I heard my voice declaring me the god of death. I had to own up to that and show the colonies and earth what death could do. All those who oppose me shall burn in my hell. Those souls weren't Shinigami's they were mine. He didn't own me, I owned him. He was mine to posses.

My thoughts were cut short by such a small gentle whisper. "I know what he said to you. He lies. It was a ruse to break your mind. If only they knew how far it would take you. Will you ever come back. The others are here now. I don't blame you. No one does. I have to go."

Death to all that oppose me. My eyes opened. I didn't move only let thought fall into place. Certain memories live on and others died. I took in the room as I sat up. There was no raised metal bed. Only a flat even metallic floor. Three of the walls metal and one looked like glass, but I knew it wouldn't be. No not glass they know I would break trough it. I tapped on it and gave a snort. "Polycarbonate, strong, light and see through. Lexan I suppose. Good work boys." I muttered to myself.

"Watching me closer now." I couldn't help the sneer that coated my face. I wasn't bound, but there was no way out. Only a small slit in the back wall which would be where I got food and another slit higher in the wall where I assumed water would come out. Adrian hole in the floor witch I assumed was for extra water to drain and for me to relieve myself. There was a vent on the ceiling, but it was a good twenty feet up and just a small circular fan. I looked down at my hands. Both hands bandaged. My ribs barely hurt and were free from constraints. My head wasn't rapped and my eyelid wasn't giving me any grief, almost like it never happened. I felt on my chest.

"No need for false idols." I said noticing my cross was gone, also my hair tie, which was now a piece a bandage. "Don't give the psychopath anything he can use." I laughed bitterly. I would never get my mind back until I went to earth and hopefully am able to super glue it together. My leg was still messed up not that it mattered. None of it did. Not even my puffy scabbed lip or bruised arms where the bands dug into the soft skin as I fought.

"You're awake Mr. Maxwell. We weren't sure you'd be coming back."

I looked blankly at the man who before stabbed me with a needle. "I'm not Khushrenada. For all intent and purpose my mind is dead."

"You seem much more civilized now." He said with a polite calmness I disregarded.

"In my eyes I've skinned your body and hung your carcase from the ceiling by your outer layers." There was no humor no smile touched my lips. Shinigami only smiled when he was killing the weak and warring. Treize looked away from my stair. "You are all dead."

"Many have said much the same thing, yet here I stand."

I slammed myself against the hard lexan and watched Treize visible jump. "You stand until I am free. Your fear shows. As it should." I laughed darkly as Treize walked away I could see the anger in his eyes over his fear. My voice was low as I spoke to his fading silhouette. "Time is moving and your destiny shall soon be determined. The choice is no longer yours. Your existence is fading." He didn't respond only sped up his pace.

I pushed away from the glass and began pacing the room. My head full of tranquil murder and infectious death.

I knew they were watching me. Contemplating how dangerous I was. Was I worth keeping alive. No. I wouldn't keep me alive. Although someone would have to come in here to kill me. They wouldn't stand a chance. Not anymore. I would destroy them all. Oz, the alliance. Everyone. Then I could have peace.

I stopped pacing and moved closer to the glass. My room was lit by three bright ass lights and the outside was dark. I didn't have to see the face to know. "Heero, hiding in the shadows. What, and do you fear me to?"

"No."

"Hn." I said not really caring. I turned my back to the glass sliding down it. To sit.

"How do you feel." I closed my eyes leaning my head on my shoulder stretching my legs out crossing them at the ankles. I didn't feel like anything.

"Nothing."

"You can speak if you wish." Heero's voice wasn't for me.

I looked over my shoulder through the glass. "Don't you are already dead to me. All of you are."

"Duo how could you say such a thing." Quatre's voice was full of pain.

I turned away from the glass. "If you ever face me run or shoot do not hesitate. That goes for all of you."

"Duo you are acting like a child. Your weakness shows through your words. You would rather run than face the truth."

I turned my body to the glass wall. Placing my hands on it pushing my self up in a flow of muscle. My head slowly rasing until it was slightly tilted back and cocked to the side. My eyes full of furry, my mouth turned into a half smile snarl. "Truth. Ah but I have faced the truth. I know what and who I am. I am the god of death. I am Shinigami. I will bring down Oz Romefeller, the Allliance, Relena and the pacifists and lets not forget you."

"What about all those things you fight for. What about Hilde." Quatre's face was red with hot anger.

"I fought for my memory. For father Maxwell and sister Helen and Hilde. Now I fight for nothing. My memories are gone and there is nothing alive for me to protect." My focus turned back to Heero. I'd seen the small twitch under his right eye at the mention of Hilde's name. I have seen it before. Something he does when he tries to hide the fact he killed someone. "Isn't that right Heero." They weren't far from the glass. Trowa's green eyes was searing through the glass. I'm guessing Quatre told him how he got the bandages. Trowa was piety bad himself kept light on the right leg and a few random bandages. Wufei looked pretty much unscathed, of course I knew he was hurt. I could tell by the strain of his voice. He had at least one broken rib, but I was guessing 2 or more. Quatre and Wufei were looking to Heero who only smiled at me.

"Hia." I didn't even blink. What did it mater. I knew she was dead. I just felt it. Everyone was looking back at me.

I scanned the line of them. None seemed to understand what I was saying.

I smiled abrasively. "Wufei you fight for justice" I stared at him until he nodded. "Trowa you fight because you were a born soldier." another nod. "Quatre because you hope for peace. And Heero because every mission must be completed." Quatre nodded Heero only stared at me. I was sure he would be the one to catch on.

"And you because of all the people you've lost." Quatre said tenderly.

"No." Heero stated. I grinned at him as the others stared at him waiting for an explanation. "He has nothing to fight for anymore."

"Exactly." Their attention was back to me. "I kill. That's all I do. I'm not fighting for anything or anyone. I care nothing for the colonies or earth. I care nothing for the ignorant masses that make up society or the calculating soldiers fighting this war. I will show everyone deaths true nature. I will be just a shadow reaping souls." I smiled closing my eyes feeling the dark wings surround me. "Nothing will stop me. I will find peace when breath yields in all those who have uttered my name and have seen my face." My voice lost inflection and my head became level.

Quatre looked away and went at Heero. "This is your fault. You've destroyed Duo. Look at him look at what he is now." Heero didn't even look at Quatre, he only stared at me.

"Take me back to my cell.' Wufei said not looking back at me.

Not even Trowa or Quatre would look at me. Only Heero. I was sick of his face. "How's your neck." I asked. The three around him tensed.

"Better then your mind."He smiled. I growled vision narrowed to him. I wanted to rip his throat out. I wanted to kill him, but I couldn't do anything here so I went back to my sitting position back against the glass.

"I will have all of your souls. There's nothing more to say." I laughed brashly as I heard them leave.

For weeks I sat in the cell. I needed to get out, but it wasn't possible. Not till I could gain some of there trust, which would take a while. I paced a lot, did sit ups, push ups, any thing I could do to keep my body in shape. I realized that the vent wasn't only for oxygen the few times they wanted to check on me or when I had break downs of screaming and pounding on the glass till my hands bled. Gas could also come out of there and it was potent as fuck. It had been awhile since they'd gassed me though. Guess I was gettin better. Ha.

Heero came here just about everyday to try and speak with me. Zechs did a couple of times to question me, like I'd talk. Khushrenada never came back after that first time. Sometimes the other piolets would come, except Wufei. I think it unnerved them that I wouldn't speak to any of them. I used to talk so much, Quatre would always go on and on about that shit. At that point I usually would start my work out and tone him out.

"Duo." I ignored Heero's voice. "Do you want to come out of there?" I stopped pacing and looked at him. Then looked around the room and went back to pacing, staring at my feet.

"You have to have something to say. Duo it's been over a month." Was that sympathy I heard in Heero's voice. I closed my eyes following the path I had beat into the metal with my incessant walking. Heero was leaning his head on his arm, which laid on the glass. His eyes closed. My fist cracked against the glass making Heero jump back falling into a crouch position. I smiled down at his narrowed eyed form.

"You'd think to release me." I took in a deep breath looking at the ceiling. "You don't even know what's going through my head. You don't know who I am any more." I looked back down at him.

"Zechs think's you need human contact. That locking you in here is only hurting you more." I looked back up at the fan.

"Human contact..." I watched the fan start to spin. I took in a deep breath meeting Heero's stare feeling my head cloud. Heero was standing closer to the glass now. "Seems I don't have much of a choice." I said turning from him and sitting resting my back against the glass. I took a few more deep breaths of the gas then held it as I felt myself loose a bit more consciousness. My head slumped to the side and I heard a torch begin to work on the metal. I forced my eyes to open a slit as the metal groaned then cracked on the ground. I saw four men with gas masks and M16's enter. I closed my eyes till I felt one poke me with the barrel. My eyes snapped open and my head moved up right as I grabbed the barrel. I twisted it from the shocked soldiers hands and spun it on him. His scream stopped abruptly as the bullet went through his head sending pieces to splatter on the others. Before they could grasp the reality of the situation they'd become nothing more then donators of red to paint my room. I turned to the glass. Heero stood there completely still. "Some things I can't forgive." I rummaged through the soldiers gear dropping the gun for a set of knives I went out of my little prison and rounded the corner to see Heero against the far wall next to the door. Gun pointed at me. His hand hit the alarm. "Will you shoot me heero."

"Don't come any closer Duo." Heero's voice empty his eyes focused on me as he leaned away from the wall. "I won't let you leave this room." I used one of the knives to scratch the back of my head.

"No." I said cocking it to the right.

"No." Heero said deadpan.

My head came up right and I launched the knife it took him in the left arm. He fired, but the bullet only grazed my right cheek as I ran for him. My left hand palmed his face and slammed his head against the wall a few times, while my other hand drove the knife in his shoulder into the wall effectively pinning him there. My body froze as a burning spread through my stomach. My ears rang from the shot. I stumbled back from him unbalanced. My hand held my stomach. I let it go looking at it. "So you weren't lying" I said with a smile unaffected by the pain. Heero dropped the gun pulling the knife from his arm as he looked at me with something like fear in his eyes. He ran at me. I stood watching him with a smile not even attempting to block him. The knife took my in the left shoulder. I lost a bit of ground from the force behind his attack, but regained my balance easily as his body now leaned against mine. He looked up at me.

"You'll have to try harder than that next time." I whispered as I brought the handle of the other knife against the back of Heero's head knocking him unconscious. He wasn't what I was after now. Plus I needed more time with him. He would be tortured. I crouched down to him stealing his boots. I opened the door and walked down the hall my mind floating in a pool of serenity. Peace flowed over me as I snapped a miscellaneous soldiers neck. Taking the keys from him to the cells in the lower level. I walked down the steps taking my time. As I turned for the last flight there was at least five guards blocking it who opened fire at there first vision of me. I rolled out of the line of death.

I walked up most the way up the previous flight, took off my shirt, and threw it towards the turn of the stairs they took the bait and fired at it while I jumped the rail and landed in between them all. I took a shot in the knife wound. The bullet went through and into another soldier. My knives took care of dicen up two of them. I slit ones throat and the one that shoot me got taken down to the ground then my boot crushed his skull. Making his eyes and tongue pop from his mouth. I smiled wickedly down at the mess under my foot.

I entered the into the lower cells. There had to be at least 50 doors. I looked into the window of the first one and saw Q. I walked in. "Comin ta get us out are ye." the voice didn't sound at all like Quatre and the praying and begging that followed when I pulled out the knives didn't sound like him either. It didn't matter as long as he died and that faux innocents left his eyes. I made sure it did as I stabbed them with my knifes slitting his throat feeling the spray like a warm shower over my face. I walked to the next room and saw Trowa who only screamed as I entered no longer sounding like himself, but how could he when he heard his lover die. I gutted him with a quick slice watching him try desperately to hold his organs in. I cut of his hands to make his efforts futile. Laughing the whole time as more blood coated me.

The next door held Wufei who was crying at my entrance. Odd of Wufei to cry and not accept his death honorably. I stepped close to him. He opened his mouth to scream and my knife and hand entered. The tip sticking through his head. I laughed as he choked there for a minute then left for the next room. Needless to say I would have been shocked if I could feel such an emotion at the fact Quatre sat in this room Trowa the next then Wufei. It seemed to go on and on a random mix of the 3 some praying some screaming some fighting, but all dying.

I came to one of the last few doors. I was getting tiered now. The wounds didn't hurt, but the blood loss was taxing. I had a few claw marks on my chest and cheek, nothing serious. I opened the door. Wufei stood there silently looking at me. I couldn't help but laugh as I whipped the blood around my face. "I swear I've killed you a hundred times and yet here you stand before me defiant as ever." I said with a half smile as my head fell back and I closed my eyes.

"What have you done." Wufei more stated as he brushed past me and into the hall. "Nataku give me courage." I heard him whisper from the hall. I turned slowly to look out the hall. I could see my path the bloody foot prints and chunks of flesh that lead from one door to next, back and forth across the hall. Wufei emerged from the room holding a head in his hands. "Does this look like anyone." I looked into the face the skin dark he looked African, but that was Quatre I decapitated. Maybe I was hallucinating.

"What does it matter they would have died any way. Just as you will fei." I held the knife up licking it clean.

"You believe you can kill me." Wufei glared at me. Standing up straight looking down on me. I crouched into a fighting position.

"Yeah I do." I hissed as I lunged at him. He blocked the neck blow, but I caught him with a graze across the stomach. "Come now Chang I expect a bit more from you." I laughed as his fist took my across the face. Before I could move his knee caught me in the stomach and sent me to the ground. I rolled out of the way before I caught a boot in the mouth. Now I was getting pissed. He ran at me. I launched a knife that caught him in the knee and sent him to tumble down in front of me belly up. I pushed myself up and before he could move slammed my foot into his stomach. I repeated it until blood erupted from his mouth. I stopped and laughed as he rolled to his side holding his stomach. I leaned down to him.

"I think I'll bleed you so you can hear the others in death." I pulled up his wrist and slit it length ways along the vein. "It may take awhile but soon you won't even care that this has happened." I said doing the other in the same fashion half way up the arm. I grabbed the knife from his knee and walked to the next door opening it to be slammed into a wall by Trowa's shoulder. His fist took me to the ground as I tried to catch my breath. I saw his fist coming towards my face again, but it stopped.

"Wufei...no" he was up off me. Running towards Fei's prone form. I smirked as I spun to my back throwing my a knife. It hit it's target with out fail and I watched Trowa stumble forward a bit slow. Turn to look at me as he fell the knife protruding from his back. He landed laying across wulfie. I pushed myself up feeling a wave of dizziness. I didn't know how much longer I was gonna last, but I would make sure Quatre lasted less. I clicked the last lock opening the door falling in. Quatre sat on the far end on his bed.

"I won't fight you Duo. If killing me will make this end then do it."

I pushed myself up leaning on the wall. "Killing you won't make this end, but it has to happen. There's nothing here for you now. Wufei is on the brink of death and Trowa has already left this world." Quatre's eyes widened.

"Take a look for yourself." I gave a short laugh as Quatre ran by me.

"Oh Allah, this can not be. Trowa...how could this happen." Quatre was on the verge of tears I could hear it in his voice.

"Cry for him Quatre. Show him you cared. Take your life to be with him. Show him how deep your love goes. There's nothing left...nothing." I spoke as I rounded the corner to see Quatra with tears pouring over his face. He had collapsed to the floor before he reached the two. I dropped the last knife and kicked it to him. He held the it in his shaking hands. "Don't you believe in the nobility of suicide."

"No....suicide is not noble." Wufei's voice was strained. My face turned into a wicked snarl.

"Will you just die already Wufei." I growled. "Do it Quatre or you will feel the pain of dying by my hands." I stalked towards him. The shaking in his body moving the knife in blinding speed.

"Quatre. There will be no need for that." I turned to the authoritative voice. Khushrenada was looking down the hall at all the carnage I had left. My eyes caught Heero who had a gun trained on me.

"Resilient bastard aren't you." I snarled at him. As my vision went blurry and my I fell into the wall. "You can't stop me."

"We don't have to. Your body will give out soon." Heero stated. The world was beginning to spin.

"Fuck you!" I yelled as I turned to flee from the hall leaping over the down figures. I was trying to run, but it was more like a drunkard trying to make it to the bathroom to puke, a kinda hurried weaving, wall bashing, stagger. I looked behind me to see Heero aiming down the barrel. I watched the gun kick and heard the shot. my body spun around, the bullet took me in the chest. I could see the drops flowing upward as I fell. I barley felt the ground underneath me. shadows gathered around me. I could hear them berating me chanting of my failure. I closed my eyes hearing there cries grow louder and louder.

**** so sad it has to end for now, but 3 chaps as if I would sell you so short. No no no. There's to much left to end it here. Things have to get much worse and more confusing before they come to some kind unresolved end. Yes… You won't have to wait to long for the next chap, I don't like to wait nor make others. So it should be up with in the week….I just hope this motha keeps comin to me like this. I leave you in anticapa.