Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ ThE CaGe CoMpLeX ❯ TeXtILe RemNanTs ( Chapter 5 )

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Ch 5 TeXtILe RemNanTs

My back was on the mattress. My arms were pulled to the sides and hooked down. Same with the neck, I could feel the chain on the back of my head. My eyes were too swollen to open, except for small blurred slits. I couldn't see anything unless it was close to me. Everything hurt. The fact that air was touching me hurt. Heero kicked the fuck out of me. My ribs were cracked again. My right eardrum was ruptured. Most the rest was just bone and muscle bruises, it all hurt nonetheless.

"You just won't give in." I wasn't exactly sure where Heero was. The ruptured ear was fucking up my perception, well my eyes being swollen shut was really fuckin up my perception.

"Would you?" I croaked, my voice box needing a few days to recuperate. Heero gave a cold laugh.

"To you? Maybe. Do you believe this to be my fault like Quatre?" Heero hadn't moved. I closed my eyes feeling more at ease or as at ease as I could in a cage. The tone in Heero's voice had dropped as if my answer influenced what was to come. As if he were unsure what to do with me next.

"I don't believe anything." There was no point in dwelling on the answer. "It's irrelevant now. A meaningless question with a pointless answer. I do have a question for you though."

"Hn."

"You would have killed me if Zechs hadn't pulled you off me. Why?"

"I didn't and as you said, it's irrelevant now."

"The perfect soldier loosing site of the mission. What is it Yuy? What made you change so much? Did you shed a tear when you shot me. Is it guilt that weighs on you for beating me like this or is it guilt for disobeying your master." Heero gave a dry laugh.

"Is that it. You always have so much to say Duo. Explain it all to me."

"As you wish." I always have to be a little cocky, even when I feel like I'm gonna die. "It terrifies you to see me like you. To be empty of emotion like you. Yet it intrigues you that I could kill with my hands and feel nothing. I could come after the ones closest to me and feel nothing. You know I'm even better at killing then you. It makes your heart race. In that hall before you shot me I saw the longing in you. I watched you take in the scene of the other piolets on the floor, of the rooms I left open. It wasn't disgust that filled you. It was exhilarating for you to see me eyeing you with every part of my body soaked in blood. I saw the emotions flow through you as the shot took me in the chest. Sadness, anger, love, lust, and such a maddening rage that I don't feel the same for you." I had to pause to moisten my cracking throat.

"It bothered you that I was with Hilde. You enjoyed watching her die. You love touching me, the feel of me, the pleasure you can force from my body. I think you even enjoy the disdain I hold for your every touch. It's odd that you are so fascinated by me now then you ever were before and ironic that then, I may have held something for you. Now all I carry is this longing for your death. Whatever you feel for me will never be returned." There was nothing, no sound. I was just rambling off what was in my head. I hadn't actually thought about it. Shit, I didn't think I was that right on.

"You know what Duo?" His lips were on my ear. I moved my legs and found him between them. I went still. This was too familiar. "It doesn't matter how you feel." My heart stopped and I almost choked on my tongue.

"I don't need your love. Only your obedience." I coughed in a breath as my heart rumbled in my chest. The crazy bastard just stabbed me with a huge needle that went right into my fucking heart. I could still feel the sting from where it entered the almost healed gunshot wound. He removed it slowly making every inch apparent to me. I laid unmoving waiting for the maddening suffering as my heart slowed.

"No pain this time?" I grumbled as I felt his weight on me.

"My turn." He moaned in my ear. The rapid pounding in my chest started again. His body rubbed against mine as he spoke. "So was it like this on L2 or were you on your stomach? How long did he keep you? That's why you fear chains and cages. Don't think I'm ignorant to your life Duo. I know all about how you were used. You were only caught once, but he used you in every way he could. Did you like it Duo? Did you like watching the rest of your gang passed around like sweet toys. Did it hurt that the one you trusted with your life handed everyone over to the enemy? How history repeats itself. Did he take you ruff?" Heero hand ghosted a small circle on my chest. No pain, how ignorant was I. It built with the fast pace of my heart, making it skip beats. It was like some kind of malicious knife spinning and cutting through the chambers.

"Did Solo make you scream or did you like the way he felt inside you?" I opened my slitting eyes. I could make out Heero's face from his proximity. Such amusement at my suffering. I turned away from the familiar look. If the hair were longer and black with eyes the color of fresh algae, I would be there again. My eyes slammed shut as needles ran through my veins and arteries, stretching the canals of my body to there limits, cutting through every cell. Hell was no longer a fantasy. It was running through my veins.

"He was leading you away from the Alliance forces. You ran and ran following his lead. You didn't care where you were going. Didn't pay attention as long as you were with Solo, he would keep you safe. That's what he promised. Am I right so far?"

"How do you know? How did..." I couldn't get the words out before the needles spread up my neck and into my head. My eyes opened as I choked on the pain in my mind. I wanted to scream. Even that luxury was lost to me.

"Solo kept detailed files on every day of his life and who would get them in his death, but the Oz soldiers. Every detail of every encounter broken down and analyzed." I was overjoyed I couldn't react to Heero's words over the constant weaving of the needles in the deepest wrinkles of my brain.

"I bet you just want to scream now. What you feel running through you are wires. Soon every cell in your body will obey me." Heero sneered as he leaned his face down towards mine. The arm chains were pulled tight, my legs squeezed Heero, and the chain attached to my neck dug into the back of my head. I didn't care as I let pain tainted with the horrors of the past leave my mouth. Heero moaned in response to my reaction.

"I love watching you suffer. Hearing your pain." Heero purred in my ear. My eyes were going for the back of my head again. It felt like the wires were constricting around the tubes that supported my life. My whole body was twitching under the mass torture to all my skin protected.

It ended as quickly as it came. My eyes rolled forward. I watched as my capture studied every section of my face.

"You seem distant."

"Distance is something you can measure. I'm well beyond that." I smiled barley holding onto my words.

"Duo." Heero said strongly. I couldn't stop my attention from turning to him. "I guess it works." I glared as Heero's tongue rubbed over his lips and his teeth slowly let out he bottom bud with a grin.

"So are you going to give yourself to me now?" Heero husked. Thought lapsed into another dimension as the heel of my palm met with his face. He rocked off of me holding his jaw. He recuperated quickly per ususal and was on me in a second. His mouth dripped a saliva filled crimson.

"You will regret that."

"I regret the day I saw your face." I breathed. Heero's fingers dug into the side of my neck.

"I'll make Solo look like the ignorant boy he was." Heero snarled.

"Heero. Let him go." Treize's voice was soft. Heero gave a low growl before he released his grip. "Before you come out, give him this."

That sounded ominous and foreboding. Man, if I could only see. Heero's hands pried open my clenched jaw. I wasn't sure what it was or where it was going, but I wasn't taking any chances. It wasn't too hard for him to win. His fingers squeezed my cheeks in and a finger held my tongue down making it impossible for me to reject the massive pill as he forced it into my throat. I coughed swallowing the thing down.

"Now let him be. Be sure you undo the chains form the posts. He can stay in the cage until morning. Then we will see if the doctors shall live another day." Heero got off me and followed Treize's orders. I felt the restraints loosen from the pools, each coming to lay where they once hovered above. My head hit the mattress and it all disappeared.

I couldn't push the memory Heero conjured away. It chased me into sleep like the Alliance had chased Solo and I. Heero was right. I had made the exact same mistake again.

Solo brought me into the basement of an old warehouse and told me to hide in a cage on the back of an Alliance truck.

"If you put on the shackles you can pretend to be a prisoner. They'll think they already got you." He said with that comforting smile "I'll put them on loose so you can escape." He reassured as he held the shackles out for my wrists. I had no reason not to trust Solo. I placed my wrists in the cold metal. Solo clipped them on tight enough to dig into my skin. The chains were hooked to bars that sat on the side of the cage. He hooked two more on my ankles.

"Solo, these are kinda tight bro." I said looking up at him. I saw a flash in his eyes before his head slowly rolled up. The noise around me became an irrelevant hum as I watched my best friend disintegrate with the words that left his mouth.

"They said you could never be caught." I watched his chest shake unable to hear the laugh over the ringing in my ears. "You guys got the rest of `em. Alright load `em and lets head back to base." I couldn't take my eyes off Solo. His hand came to my cheek and it wasn't until he wiped the tear away that I noticed I was crying.

"Don't worry Duo. No one else gets you but me. That's what the deal was. You're all mine." He said it like it was some honor. He pulled my face to the bar and put his lips to mine. I could hear the truth shattering in my mind like some fragile snow globe. The scene splitting into pieces letting the lies spill out like the false plastic snow.

Solo wasted no time once we were at the base. The cage I sat in was still in the truck that transported it when Solo crept in the too close corders. I didn't fight him. I couldn't the way I was chained, though even if I wasn't, I wouldn't of fought. I had nothing to fight with. My head was numb, my heart was like lead, and my soul too weak. It was all a lie.

I met Solo a few years after Maxwell church went up in flames and everyone I ever cared about with it. I was on my own for awhile, raising hell and starting all types of trouble. Solo and I had a give-give relationship. He taught me to be less reckless and I showed him how easy it is to get what you want. Amazing my own teaching would come back to destroy me.

It hurt when he forced himself in me. Holding my legs with his shoulders. Staring down at me with such fevered amusement. I could only feel the movement, the protesting of my body forgotten by the screams of the other children in the gang. Some were barley ten. I was only twelve and Solo fourteen. I watched the flash of the buttons on his Alliance uniform as his face contorted in his release. He slid my legs from his shoulders and pulled out of me. He swept his black hair from his face looking at me with a satisfied smirk.

"This is all I ever wanted from you." He leaned his face down towards mine. I turned from him at the sound of the others screaming for us to save them. Solo forced my face to his. I couldn't fight the tears of frustration. I couldn't save any of them.

"Don't worry Duo. You'll grow to like it here." He gave me a loving kiss. I just wanted to bite his tongue off. "Soon you'll be begging me to fuck you like that. Look at the bright side. You'll never be alone." Solo laughed as he gave a light slap on my cheek. I heard him leave the back of the truck.

"I was born alone and I will die alone." I said knowing he would be unable to hear me over the maelstrom of corruption leaving the mouths of the others. I closed my eyes and knew what had to be done. I was glad I kept secrets from Solo. I smiled as I flipped my braid to my right hand and pulled out a piece of wire.

It was long and tedious trying to get out of the shackles with my hands chained on opposite sides of each other, but once one came off, the other three were cake as was the cage. I opened it surveying the truck. I spotted the implements of my doom. The guns were big, but felt like extensions of my hands. Human emotion evaded me as I stepped out of the truck.

Moonlight lit the scene. It was like some warped picture of a sixteenth century orgy. Grown men and woman forcing themselves into and onto children. Little boys, little girls. It didn't matter to them. They just wanted to feel closer to heaven. They wanted to steal the purity. I would purify them all. I walked over to one of the hunched forms and pulled the trigger. The bullet took the bigger man through the chest and the grubby little six year-old Bobby through the head. I went through clip after clip silencing the screams.

"Duo." I looked down to the soft voice. I smiled as I saw the pale face surrounded in tight black curls.

"Noel." I crouched down to her. We had kissed once. She was almost ten. The black dress she always wore was torn open exposing that once soft skin. Now it was covered in scratches and bruises. Her lip was swollen and broken. I had thought that one day I would love her and make love to her. Desperate dreams of a disillusioned man.

"Where's Solo? Why didn't he help us?" Her voice still held the innocence that I knew she no longer had. I looked away from her.

"You made it all go away." I stood up meeting her eyes. "You were real." I pointed the gun in my right hand at her aiming between her eyes.

"Duo. I-I don't w-want to d-die." Her black eyes gleamed in the moonlight, wide and shaking.

"There's nothing left for you here. Your life will be nothing but suffering and fear. Prey for all the hungry to feed upon. You'll always be a victim." I kept my eyes with hers and pulled the trigger. I watched them dilate and glaze over as blood ran from her head. I sighed popping out the clip knowing already it was empty. I dropped the gun next to her dead body and turned into the man who caused it all.

"So, did you burn the church too?" I asked holding the gun to Solo.

"And if I did?"

"It doesn't matter really. You are going to die either way." I stated.

"Really." Solo walked closer to me until the gun was pressed against his head. His hand slid up to cup my cheek. I didn't react to his touch. "Could you honestly kill me? I'm your best friend Duo. I'm your only friend." He gave me a half smile rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip.

"Fuck you Solo." I said as my finger tightened on the trigger. I heard Solo laugh as the chamber clicked empty. Dammit.

"I told you, you'd be beggin me for it." Solo said as he twisted my wrist trying to get me to drop the gun. I wasn't going down like that again. My knee crushed into his groin. Solo's eyes went wide and his body fell against mine. I pushed him to the dirt and grabbed the gun by the barrel, straddling Solo.

"This is all I'll ever want from you." I began to laugh as I brought the hilt of the gun down on Solo's face. The laughter growing into a psychotic cackle as I continued. I didn't stop until there was no energy left to lift my arm and there was nothing recognizable in Solo's face. I don't know when he had died, only that with the front of his skull crushed in I could be pretty sure he wasn't getting up.

I remembered coming to in the bathroom of an old diner. I was staring in a mirror, covered in blood and I wasn't phased. I knew what I had done, but I saw nothing wrong with it. That was the day I took on the name Shinigami.

I woke quick covered in perspiration. I heaved in breaths unable to get enough air. Heero's words ate at me. Did he tell the others what I had done? Had Solo gotten as far as writing about it before I killed him? Did they know I killed all my comrades? It was my only option though. I was to late to save them. Their every waking moment would have been tainted by that experience.

I sighed resting my forehead in my hand. "Yeah, who's the monster now." I grumbled. I had to wonder how the other's would react if they knew my past.

"What the fuck?" I breathed, my thoughts pulled from the cold depths they were sinking into by the realization I was healed. My ribs didn't bother me, my eyes were fine and the bruises were gone. I snorted out a laugh when I figured it out.

"Fuckin magical horse pill. Damn, why couldn't those fuckin scientists think of this kinda shit when they were on our side. I knew we shoulda threatened their lives more often." I said shaking my head.

I turned to the entering steps and gave Zechs a death glare as he bent down opening the cage. "I see the pill worked. Lucky for the scientists, or perhaps they're luck because of you."

"What the hell's that suppose to mean?" I said as I hurriedly got out of the cage. The chains were long enough that I was able to fully stand out of it and let Zechs take the shackles off.

"Well, the pill wasn't guaranteed. It would either heal you or rupture most of your vital organs and cause a most painful death." I stared at him until he finally got the collar off and looked up to my face.

"You're fuckin serious." I said half amazed. On top of all the other shit, I get to be the test project too. Oh, lucky fuckin me.

"I have no reason to tell you anything other than the truth." Zechs said with a shrug. I figured out what I hated about Zechs finally. It's the fact the guy can talk about anything like it's inconsequential and unimportant.

"Really. Okay, so why the fuck am I here? Why don't you just kill me? Why aren't the other piolets here?" Zechs stayed silent for awhile. I didn't thing he was going to answer me a damn thing. My eyes were riveted on his lips, waiting for any twitch of sound. I swear my own lips almost moved with his as he began.

"Once you fall, the other piolets will be beaten. Heero, you, and I could destroy them in mere seconds and they are fully aware of that fact. The only reason you are here is because you are the one with the strongest will. Once we bend it to do our bidding, we can harness your power then, use the information we have gathered to bring more of our powerful enemies to fight for our cause."

"Man, that is the stupidest shit I have ever heard of. I don't care how much shit you put in me, ain't no way in hell I'm gonna fight along side you guys You might be able to control my body and the things I can say to you, but I don't fight alongside dead men." A smart ass grin spread on my face.

"You are well beyond the point of having any control of your body now. The only difference between you and a mobile doll is that you'll always remember what you've done, but will be too weak to stop yourself from doing it. Enough of such talk." Zechs stepped to the side exposing a Oz uniform sitting on the ground next to the door. "The bathroom is to the right of here. It is the third door on your right. I want you to shower, put on the uniform, correctly, and meet Treize, Heero, and I in the dinning room." Zechs gave a slight bow finishing his words and left the room.

I wanted to sit and fuck around, but my body was already in motion. It was an odd feeling like my head was detached. I knew what was going on, but I had no way to stop myself. It kind of reminded me of when I fixed Deathscythe after a battle. My body already knowing the motions, while my mind was still replaying the battle. The only difference was Deathscythe wasn't around and the battle was completely mental.

The shower took awhile since I washed my hair. I learned something there that I wasn't sure was a good thing. I was hoping that with them controlling what I do, I may not feel anything, but I was very aware that the hot water heater in the place sucked ass. Meaning, I got to feel like I was high as fuck on a million different drugs with my body doing it's own thing, but no matter what happened to it I would have to feel all of it.

"Damn those fuckin scientist asswhores. If Treize don't kill `em, they can be damn sure I will." I grumbled as my arms were sliding on the Oz pants. Once the rest of the uniform was on my feet took me down the hall towards the dinning room area. I took in some deep breaths before my face scrunched into an aneurismic battle. My vision went to a blur, my teeth clenched, and I could feel the vein in my forehead trying to rip from the skin. Sweat formed on my reddening face as I fought with all the might I had left in the tiny organ that rested in my skull.

The breath forced its way from my mouth and I stood panting wiping the beads of water from my forehead trying to figure what to do in the next battle. At least I had won this time. So I just had to force the thought stop through my head till blood came from my ears.

"I see they both worked." I looked up to Treize's words. I gave a week laugh when I realized it was all for nothing. All that fuckin work and here I stood just as commanded. It wasn't the thought that had stopped me, it was the end of Zechs directions. My head fell back and I was laughing tiredly knowing if I stopped I might just break down.

"Come Duo, take a seat." My head rolled forward and I saw Treize gesturing to the chair on his left. Battle two had commenced. My legs shook with every step, but it wasn't enough. This shit had me beat I realized as my ass hit the chair. Treize's hand brushed over my forehead and he looked at the water on the back of his gloved hand than to me.

"You keep fighting. Duo. The one thing a warrior must always understand is when they are beaten. He must realize when a foe is too great a match for him."

"Fuck that shit. You can take your stupid warrior wisdom and shove it up your ass." I looked at him half shocked for a minute then laughed. "Aw shit, so this little thing you put in me killed the other one huh?" I said tapping my chest "Now ya can't control a damn word I say."

"That is inconsequential any longer. Now do not speak unless directly spoken to." Treize said as he looked to the other two who had entered. My eyes conveyed my irritation. I wanted to talk back to Treize, but it was impossible. My mouth wouldn't open nor would any sound escape my throat. Man, I wanted to punch him in the face. My eyes slammed shut and my esophagus contracted in mid breath as I felt the stabbing in my heart. It was like there was a ball in there that shot spines into the tissue and retracted them a moment later.

My breath was slow as the water seeped from the corners of my eyes and I remembered what it was like to have that essential beat in my chest. I sat back in my chair silently grasping the situation. Note to self, don't ever fuckin think nothin like that again. I don't mind pain. Shit, I've dealt with it enough it barley even phases me anymore. I didn't know what the hell it was, but I never wanted to ever feel nothing like that again.

"Is it worse than the seizer?" I rolled my head forward to see Heero sitting across from me.

"Fuck you." I croaked. Heero snorted shaking his head.

"I enjoyed him more when he couldn't say such things. Didn't you Zechs." I glanced between the Treize and Zechs as they spoke like I wasn't even there.

"I don't think it matters. We have control over his body. His mind will eventually subside once he realizes it's all futile. Plus, the other piolets will fall much easier than him. I think the chip would be enough for them, but this ensues that they will not betray us."

"Duo. Come sit at my feet." Heero said with a smirk

"You're a piece of fuckin shit." I growled as I walked around Zechs and sat Indian style at Heero's feet. "You're so fuckin lucky." I murmured as I mentally clawed out his eyeballs. I regretted the thought instantly as the spikes tore into the soft organ again. Heero's hand rubbed my head, while I slowly practiced the art of breathing.

"I thinks it's fitting for him to be an obedient dog." Heero's words were hot in my ear. I focused on anything but the violence that wanted to scene through my head. I wasn't going to let him torture me through my own thoughts. I heard Treize laugh at Heero's observation. Heero joined in with Treize.

"At least I don't do it by choice." Zechs gave a coughed laugh and Treize and Heero fell silent. I chanced a glance up and saw Heero was focused on Zechs. He looked down at me, but his words weren't directed at me.

"What did he say that was so amusing to you Zechs?" I went still as I watched the sides of Heero's mouth curl up at the sound of Zechs' voice.

"He said at least he doesn't do it by choice." Zechs said plainly.

"Duo stand up." Heero commanded. I tried to fight it as I always did in some worthless, twisted battle of mental exhaustion. Heero smiled as he turned to me. My body hunched as his fist crushed my stomach. Drool dripped form my bottom lip as he pulled his arm back and my knees connected with the ground. I still hadn't managed a breath in. Nausea rolled my stomach in waves. My throat still not sure which way it wanted things to go.

"Careful with him Heero. If you break this prototype the next will be tested on you." Treize chided. I was slowly getting my bearings back and stood in front of Heero. I lost reason, not that I ever held much.

"You." I growled my clenched fists trembling at my sides. I knew what was to come and I went at it with nothing to lose. My hands shook as they went for him.

"I'm going to tear your insides out." The words were choked and spat from my lips as my heart was pierced with the speed of a hardcore beat. It stopped with my words, but the damage was done. I never reached Heero and now was on the floor, my whole body numb with the pain.

"I think the punishment for his violent nature may be a bit to much. I don't want him killing himself before he's any use to us." Treize said with irritation.

"He's proving much harder to break than we thought." Zechs stated.

"No. He's already broken. I broke him when he got here. Now he's desperately trying to hang on to any part of him that's sane." Heero rolled me over. "Don't you see it in him. Even now he's barley holding on to himself."

"What are you talking about Heero?" Treize sounded uneasy, as if he wasn't sure he wanted the answer.

"It's still in him." Heero was staring down at me. My breath was evening out.

"Shut up." I croaked. Heero's hand brushed the sweat from my forehead and slid into my hair.

"He's so desperate now." Heero yanked my hair forcing my head back. I glared at him. "But this time we'll control who he kills." Heero let me go of my hair and walked back to the table. I slowly sat up watching him retake his seat.

"Hm." Treize was studying me over rubbing his chin.

"Treize, I don't think it's a good idea to let him loose without making sure this new device is full proof."

Heero slammed his fist on the table. "There was a reason for all of this. I didn't waste my time getting him here so you could run test after test."

"Heero. Calm yourself. Zechs has a valid point. If we can not control him then there is no reason for him to remain alive."

"Is that why you're keeping the others. If it doesn't work on him the three of them can take his place." Heero said slumping into his chair.

"No. The three of them wouldn't compare to him. I need you to understand what we are dealing with Heero. You've seen it with your own eyes. But did you notice how distant he became when he first was brought here, when you lied to him about what you did to Quatre." Treize looked over at me and I was starting to feel real uncomfortable.

"You only read what Solo wrote in his journal. I was able to see first hand what he could do. Forty-two soldiers and thirty-seven children all dead by his hand when he was just twelve. We went to L2 when Solo's team didn't report in. He was there when I arrived. One of my men went to check Duo." Treize paused still holding my gaze. His words terrified me. I knew I was sickly pale and the cold sweat coated my body as he described the space in-between were my mind had left me.

…..yep thas all I's got for today…..

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